strictlysupreme Chapter 464: Qilin In The Wasteland
Chapter 464: Qilin In The Wasteland
Chapter 464: Qilin in the Wasteland
Chen Fan frowned, and there was a haze in his heart. He had to leave here quickly, otherwise it would be hard to imagine what would happen.
"Walking is also Zen, sitting is also Zen, speech, movement and stillness are natural."
The leisurely Buddhist singing comes from the twisted space, containing infinite wisdom and washing away the impetuous mind.
"It's a bald donkey."
Huang Yin was very excited and jumped up all of a sudden.
"Let's go."1
Chen Fan led a group of people and followed the Buddhist chants and chased him.
There were screams accompanying the Buddha's singing, and it was obvious that someone was hunting down Monk Gusu.
"I suddenly woke up, the source of wonderful mind, the shell of ignorance is always cracked, there are six interests in the dream, but after waking up, there is nothing."
The Buddha sings long and long, directly pointing to the original mind, as if enlightening the dreamer.
On a street, the giant spirit Shitong and Huangzhou Qilin appeared at the same time, surrounding Gu Su Monk in Gaixin.
It is hard to imagine why two influential figures in the God of War Palace suddenly took action against Gu Su Monk.
Monk Gu Su Yue's white monk robe was stained with blood, but his expression was calm and indifferent, and his body was shrouded in a holy light, as if he were a true Buddha, not stained by any dust.
"Hand over that relic! Otherwise, even if you are really a Buddha, I will kill you~"
The giant spirit body Shitong is like half an iron tower, with a mace on its shoulder, domineering and threatening.
Huangzhou Qilin sneered, without saying a word, his whole body was bathed in divine light, and his powerful divine consciousness locked on Gu Suseng immediately.
"How many times have you been born and how many times have you died? This has always been the case from ancient times to the present. There are so many gods and ghosts, but there is no way to return to the original.
Gusu Monk's treasure-like appearance is solemn, floating and moving, like a breeze, trying to escape.
"Noise."
Shitong, the giant spirit body, snorted coldly and took action suddenly. The mace danced with great force and directly crushed a space.
brush.
Gu Suseng's body was shattered like a dream, and then suddenly appeared three feet away. His eyes were clear and translucent, and he held a pale golden relic the size of a goose egg in his hand.
The Huangzhou Qilin moved, it was so powerful that it directly cast a fist shadow and enveloped Gu Suseng.
This is an inherited magical skill exclusive to the Qilin clan, which can kill gods and demons.
Gu Suseng fell into a strange state, with his breath getting stronger and weaker.
But his real strength is far from the two powerful ones.
Click.
The Qilin Fist directly caused him to break seven or eight ribs, and he opened his mouth to vomit blood. The body floated back like a kite with its string cut off.
"You can't leave."
A mace lay across the void, blocking the way of the demon monk.
"snort."
Huangzhou Qilin snorted coldly and immediately stopped chasing. He was as arrogant as he was and didn't bother to join forces with others.
"Don't think that the Qilin clan is invincible. I, Shitong, are disrespectful to heaven and earth." What you call divine bloodline is no different from ordinary demon dragons in my eyes. "
The giant spirit god Shitong glared at Qilin, very disgusted with his attitude of looking down on the world.
"kill."
Huangzhou Qilin's response was simple and direct. He waved his invincible fist and sealed the world, enveloping the giant spirit body and Gu Suseng at the same time.
"That's all."
Shitong waved the mace, making a rumbling sound through the air, as if it was pushing Mount Tai to walk, and the momentum was extremely terrifying.
The two strong men's full blows were like divine punishment, coming from different directions.
Standing in the center of Gaixin, Monk Gu Su was as thin as a boat in the storm, looking extremely fragile. His moon-white monk's robes made a rustling sound, and his hands could not hold the Ming King's Seal. He was still calm and calm in the face of death.
brush.
A black figure quickly rushed into the area, grabbing Gu Suseng like a straw, raising his hand and throwing it out. .