Vol 3 Chapter 907: Entering the battlefield

Everything was quiet and everyone held their breath.

Whether the miracle can be staged seems to be the next moment.

Shengyuan closed his mouth, his teeth were bitten, and a trace of blood spilled down the corner of his mouth.

At this moment, he feels that the most painful thing in the world is this.

The spirit of Zi Yan is tight, after all, this is the first time he used Soul to do such a fine thing, and he can't be sloppy.

Sweat dripped down the forehead.

Qingyi’s eyes are bright, and the ghosts and souls from the holy world are really extraordinary.

Shengyuan once again screamed and almost fainted.

The purple scorpion lifted the palm of his hand, and his palm had a black light flowing, constantly twisting.

In addition to the black light, there is a circle of golden silk thread, which is the soul of the purple.

The konjac was taken out, and the holy source fell to the ground, and the breath was already incomparably weak.

Others want to go forward, but they don't dare, because they are not sure if the konjac has been taken away.

"It's no problem, take a rest and restore your life." Zi Yan wiped the cold head of his forehead and said faintly.

Others have heard that they are all in ten, and they are grateful.

The konjac of his palm is shrinking a little bit at the moment until it disappears completely.

Everyone's face changed again, thinking that the konjac entered the purple body.

"I have been refining."

The golden light between the purple palms disappeared and stood up.

Everyone was relieved and thanked again.

Shengyuan has been comatose because of weakness, and has no time to thank Zhai, and he has been carried.

The monk came forward and wanted to pat the shoulders of Zi Yan, but I didn’t know what I thought of, and I shrank back. "You kid can, really recreate the miracle. So good, Foye confessed to you as the Buddha elder, Stay in the development of the Buddhaland in the future, and don't go back to your intriguing San Lei."

This is not in line with the rules, but at this moment, many powers have not said anything.

If Zi Yan is really willing to stay, they are very happy to make an exception for him.

Zi Yan smiled and said: "Go, go inside and have a look."

After the purple scorpion rushed to the crowd, it followed the monk and another power to enter the battlefield.

The purple scorpion rescued the holy source, which has spread inside the Buddha domain, causing a great sensation.

Because this is the first time in history that the Holy Spirit is saved.

Entering the battlefield, Ziyan saw many guardians of the Holy Spirit at the entrance. In the words of the monk, after the scale of the Mozu was prevented, the ground was attacked.

The next line of four people went straight to the battlefield center.

Why do you want to come to the battlefield, Zi Yan did not ask much, only when this is a Buddha's hospitality, with purple eyes to see the secrets of the Buddha.

"The Lord Buddha, Sheng Ming has entered the battlefield with purple eyes."

A Buddhist Holy Spirit came to the Lord Buddha and reported the latest situation.

The Buddha master meditated with his eyes closed and nodded lightly.

The coming of the Holy Spirit said: "There is one more thing, that is, before the purple scorpion saved the source of the konjac in the body."

The Lord Buddha opened his eyes. "Can there be a reason for investigation?"

The Holy Spirit said to the public: "According to the people present, Zijing did not use special means, but used his own soul power."

"The konjac is unusual, and it is also an annoyance among the Mozu. The soul of the sable can resist. What is the soul?"

"I don't know, but it should be related to the Thunder."

The Holy Spirit said to the public: "Will it be because of the power of the Thunder, after all, the Thunder is naturally refrained from evil, and perhaps we can find some reinforcements from the San Lei."

The Buddha Lord shook his head and said: "Impossible."

The Holy Spirit heard a sigh of relief. In fact, he never understood in his heart. Why did the Buddha mainly let Ziyan go to the battlefield? After all, there was nothing but bloody.

As for the resources, the purple scorpion itself is not lacking, or else it will not bring many sacred bones to the Buddha.

The Lord Buddha raised his hand gently, and the Holy Spirit left the crowd together.

"It’s also good luck here. You can meet a few times in a good day, and you won’t be able to meet the bad days.”

On the way forward, the monk still acts as a commentator, occasionally talking about things he is fighting here.

After turning around for a long time, the four people lost nothing, and the monk also lost interest. He said: "Go back, estimate the luck of today, not here."

Zi Yan nodded, but it does not matter.

Qingyi is even more indifferent, but his heart is slightly regrettable, and he has not been able to see the Mozu.

Su Ming suddenly said silently: "Since it has arrived, why not go to Wushang Mountain to see?"

“Worry-free mountain?”

The monk’s expression changed.

Zi Yan saw the abnormality of the monk and asked: "Where is that?"

The monk said: "It is a place where the demons often haunt. Most of our people are in the vicinity, and every once in a while, they will go to Wushang Mountain for exploration and mopping, to prevent the Mozu from forming a climate there. When I returned from a serious injury, I went to the place with other brothers and killed me."

Zi Yan glanced at Sheng Ming and said: "Since all have come here, go see it."

Sheng Ming’s hands clasped together: “The donor is good.”

Qingyi responded to this. The monk suddenly came here to pay attention. There was a reason for it. Even the good and evil monks were kept in the dark.

After another quarter of an hour, the energy in front was rolling, and the fluctuations of the battle came out.

A Buddha-like Sanxing spirit, full of blood, is running away. He has a relic in his hand, and the relics are defensive.

His opponent is a four-star demon. He has a unique angle on his head. Sometimes there will be a magic light appearing from the unicorn, like a black lightning, hitting the light of the relic of the relic.

The light of the guardian is in jeopardy, but each time it seems to block those attacks.

At the moment, there is still a road to the battlefield, and all this is what they see with their souls.

The monk took the initiative to speed up and flew forward.

After the monk left, Sheng Ming pleaded guilty: "The donor, the younger brother of the matter is not informed, everything is the meaning of the Buddha."

"Buddha Lord?" Purple is very unexpected.

"The Buddha Lord intends to let the donor go to the worry-free mountain to see ~www.readwn.com~ As for the Buddha Lord, we do not know." Sheng Ming again.

Zi Yan nodded.

At this time, the monk has already arrived in the battlefield in time. He is also the realm of Samsung, but he is not afraid of the four-star demon.

His Buddha's power is much more pure than his companions. As the Indian law falls, the Buddha's light forms a big handprint and goes toward the front.

The four-star Mozu was shot by a handprint.

The four-star demon who flew backwards seemed to be aware of the danger. Instead of continuing to attack, he turned and fled.

"Where to run!"

The monk did not hesitate to chase it up. Of course, during the period, he did not forget to remind his companions to go back to heal, and he would not catch up.

As for the monk, it is regardless of disregard, because the rear is followed by an invincible purplish, where he can't go wrong.

Self-confidence has never been more bloated.