Honghuang: Start From Scratch

Shining beams of golden light, the black-robed man was also avoiding the golden light, and at the same time, he used the withered wooden staff in his hand to slam the ground frantically.

Because he found that his own attack could not break the defense of the little monk, and he could only use it to kill the Buddhist scriptures chanted from the mouth of the little monk.

There will be a huge crack in the ground where the withered wooden staff in the hand of the black robe man has struck, and from this crack a thick Ghost Qi emerges.

But even though Komatsu was disturbed by the black-robed man, he still didn't stop the Buddhist scriptures he was talking about.

And the ghost Qi came out from this crack, and of course it couldn't flood the place where the Buddha's light was.

It seemed that there was an invisible barrier suppressing them, and they had no choice but to be in the crack. Ascending slowly, and then obliterated by that golden light.

When will the golden light be able to obliterate the Senran Ghost Qi floating out of the cracks, but it also has a certain consumption.

Originally, the golden light of Buddha's glory was gradually dissipated, but there was another golden light that continued to flow in.

The black-robed man also frowned tightly at the moment. The reason why he was able to reach this position flat before he encountered this kind of monk was also because he was too invincible.

Otherwise, how could it be possible that when I met this little Zeng, there was a helpless mind in my heart.

Although a little bit helpless about this, he himself is a person who has met the world, and he has a certain understanding of this.

He had also heard of this kind of talismanic restraint against a cultivator like him before, but it may also be because of the difference in its location, and he had never seen such a Buddhism Cultivator.

Now that I saw this repair work, I felt a sense of powerlessness in my heart.

But after all, this black-robed man does not believe in evil. After all, Wanfa knows everything. Even if he can be suppressed by the opponent, he can find the opponent.

Even if the other party is more familiar with self-restraint than himself, how could he give up because of this?

Then he also observed the whisper in front of him and found that this guy had begun to find a way to deal with own, but the little monk was still not afraid in his heart.

In this world, evil is invincible, and it is also the growth of the Lord. This kind of magic is originally a heaven-defying existence, and it is inherently intolerable by the sky. Why do you have to struggle so hard?

This little monk was not chanting Buddhist scriptures either, but narrowed his eyes slightly, looking at the black-robed man in front of him.

But the black-robed man did not pay attention to what the little monk said. Instead, he kept observing the surroundings. After a long period of time, he also discovered that although the Buddha's light on the little monk is endless, it is in the sky. The bowl was a little shaky.

The little monk in front of him, now the main attack method is the Bo Meng in the sky. It seems that there is not much Buddha light left in the bowl.

Of course this little one! Of course, the little monk also observed the direction the black-robed man was looking at, but he smiled slightly at the moment, but the smile quickly disappeared from his face.

The black-robed man rushed up into the air tightly, and then the bowl suddenly jumped up, using the withered wooden staff in his hand to hit the bowl Meng violently.

Bo Meng, who was already crumbling in the sky, quickly fell downward after being violently attacked by the black-robed man.

Although it was falling vertically, it seemed that the bowl was also led by the little monk below, and it fell directly onto the little monk's hand.

When the black-robed man saw this knowledge, he was supporting the ground with his hands, and saw that two huge cracks also appeared around the little monk, and the black-robed man's hands also gradually spread black mist.

These black mists followed these cracks and quickly surrounded the little monk.

After that, the black-robed man also stood up directly, looked at the little monk in front of him, and said.

"I'll give you the last three seconds. If you leave this venue now, I can let you go first."

The little monk ignored the black-robed man's words, but still smiled and squinted at the black-robed man in front of him.

"You asked for it!"

After the black-robed man said these words, he also picked up the withered wooden staff in his hand and violently inserted it into the place where his hands had been placed just now.

And as the dead wood account had just been erected, on this platform, the cracks in the dead wood rod gradually spread some red and black mist, and with the passage of time, it was also successful, wrapping the dead wood rod.

The little monk saw this scene, the smile on his face gradually disappeared, and his slightly gazing eyes suddenly opened, and the moment the little monk opened his eyes, the Buddha's light was overflowing.

The moment the little monk opened his eyes, the yellow-robed old man was also slightly shocked, because he realized that at this moment the little monk's eyes turned out to be golden pupils.

If ordinary people look like this little monk's eyes are clear, it is estimated that they will immediately fall into it.

But The next moment, the cracked ground burst open, and along with the red and black gas below, the cracked ground also floated upwards immediately.

All you can see is a black cylinder pouring upwards.

But the yellow-robed old man was a barrier to isolate the black and red gas and it didn't go straight into the sky.

But what is visible to the naked eye is that the Buddha's light that was originally flooded on the battlefield has disappeared without a trace at this moment, and the rest is some black objects floating in the air.

If you keep staring at the black cylinder, you can also see that some red skulls start to condense in the cylinder.

At this moment, the yellow-robed old man couldn't help being a little bit stunned, because the black-robed man in front of him was also considered to be the best among the alternative cultivators he had seen.

Although it is not considered the strongest, he still has some abilities, because in the past there was an alternative cultivator who reached the throne where he was last.

But the tricks used by the alternative cultivator in front of him were unheard of before, as if he had created it by himself.

On the side of the cloud, Zhang Qing felt a chill gradually drifting towards him, and then slightly hit the battlefield next to him after the Cold War.

After seeing what happened on the battlefield, he also yawned slightly, not paying attention. And he can also see some tricks.

Then he lay on the cloud section again, and didn't pay too much attention to the battle over there.

The black-robed man at this moment was already out of breath, after all, this place is more repellent than the outside world to those who enter here.

Therefore, the spells they used were not more powerful than the spells that were displayed in the past self-study.

And the range has also been reduced to a certain extent. The reason why he only extended this range to the place where the little monk was standing was precisely because he wanted to gather all the energy to burst out at one point.

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