So fierce, it is too terrible, the two wings cut off, even Maha Buddha also want to change color, do not dare to easily pry the front.

He had no doubt that even if he were a saint, if he had been cut by that wing, it would have been half-legged.

“Amitabha!”

At present, Maha Buddha's mouth proclaims the Buddha's trumpet, and the spirit of the whole person is united, and has been completely promoted into the state of battle:

“In the hands of the Buddha!”

Once again, it is a great power of the Buddha in the legend!

This art cultivation to the extreme, rumors can be the world, the mountains and rivers, all into the finger, with no amount of great power!

In the myths and legends of Qin Jiu Song's previous life, the monkey who jumped out of the three worlds and five lines, known as the balance, no one can descend, and finally still can escape the palm of the Buddha's true saint, which can be seen.

The Buddha in front of him is naturally difficult to match the true saint of the Buddha, but after all, he is a saint, so he exemplifies this holy art, and his power is also absolutely terrible.

I saw a big hand appear in the heavens and the earth, standing before him like a five-fingered mountain, like a slow and fast, slowly moving towards the great evil of the world, and wanting to seize it.

“Hmush!”

In the eyes, the Qin Jiu Song, who stood proudly in a not far place, hummed coldly, to the great murderous voice of the world: "This art, give me!"

The voice fell, his whole person bloomed without measure of light, a sense of strength has been exerted by him to the extreme, a steady stream of bronze coffin above the top of the head inculcated, the latter is a glare, heavy holy wand!

This copper coffin, has been brilliantly put to the extreme by Qin Jiu Song!

He is only a three-fold heaven, even if he can resist the holy strong, but he is still not enough to play the ultimate power of the sacriter, but do not forget that he is too vain to be the master of heaven!

For the understanding of heaven, under the whole world, no one can go to the right except the two Buddhas and the true saints!

And the saint in a certain way, but only the spokesman of the Heavenly, with the heavenly master so identity, Qin Jiu Song is so powerful, so the ultimate power of the sacristy, completely play out.

Hmmm!

A flashing, Qin Jiu Song was actually directly moved to the Buddha's divine power in the palm of Maha Buddha, even more than the world's great murderer, but also a few minutes faster, just a time difference between the two sides.

“Closed to me!”

Qin Jiu Song's war is high, a dark long hair flying against the wind, in the face of a saint, the war in his blood is completely stimulated, almost into a crazy state, the cells are trembling.

It's not fear, it's...excitement!

Rumble!

He took the initiative, and the bronze coffin, like a chariot of the God of War, suddenly crashed into the Buddha's great magic.

At that moment, the greatness of the holy air was in the madness, and the holy will was horizontal.

“Hush!”

Even with the bronze coffin protector, most of the power of Maha Buddha is so divinely, it is borne by the bronze coffin, but a little power passed to his body, and it is not so easy to bear the Qin Jiu song, suddenly spraying blood, pale as paper!

After all, it is a saint-level force, too terrible, has exceeded the scope of ordinary strong people can understand, and truly has the earthly power to destroy the earth.

Under one blow, Qin Jiu Song was completely damaged, and such an injury, it was not easy to heal, only relying on time to slowly expel the Holy Spirit air machine.

Of course, if the Lord is too vain to be present, with the strength of his legendary saints, personally shot and punished for Qin Jiu Song, that is another matter.

However, Qin Jiu Song paid such a price, and the results achieved were immediate.

The bronze coffin was thrown away, but under such an impact, the Buddha's spiritual power condensed into the hand of the Buddha's spiritual power was also broken in an instant.

Hhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

In the moment when the five-finger mountain was broken, the lightning of the world's fierce light passed through it at great speed, and the two heavenly knives spun down directly toward the Buddha, and the space strengthened by the power of the Lord God seemed to be paper-like and broken with thousands of weights.

Mahathir's heart chuckled.

“Loan’s!”

He drank in a low voice, and the twelve lotus stations under the seat were closed, and the twelve petals covered its body, and the fluctuation of the Yuanli force emitted could not be underestimated, even if it was not a sacred object, it was not far away.

At the same time, Maha Buddha's hands flew and stamped quickly, making a immobile royal seal, and the whole body was even more brilliant golden light, just like the legend of King Kong.

“Shhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

The evil one is just a roar, and the wings are blazing.

Rumble!

The two people are at war, and at this moment, like a star explosion, the terrible light, if there is no protection of the Lord God, only the terrible temperature in it, can easily kill a prince who robs the realm of the Fa.

If it is not the owner of the bronze coffin, Qin Jiu Song will not be able to withstand the collision of the aftershocks, and will be created again.

Hmmm!

The two of them were at a touch, and the speed of the world's fierceness was too fast, and in the blink of an eye, they had passed by Maha Buddha and stood in the distance.

And the Buddha at this moment, is not miserable, the twelve lotus table under the seat is like losing vitality, become withered, and the Maha Buddha, a sharp blood marks spread in its chest, deep into the body, almost will be split into two pieces!

“Amitabha!”

With such a result, Maha Buddha also took a breath of cool air, looking at the great fierceness of the world, and the fear in his eyes became more and more intense: "A good demon!"

“Oh!”

At this moment, he was working on the power again, spit out the Buddha's door of truth.

A magical scene appeared, so that after the truth spit out from his mouth, the twelve lotus platforms under the seat seemed to be re-embodied, and gradually rejuvenated, and his shocking wound on his body was eliminated at a speed that was visible to the naked eye.

"The six words of the Buddha Gate are really powerful in life and death!"

Such a scene, even Qin Jiu Song must be surprised.

Such a Buddha-Meng magic, so that the attack is the killing of the world, to heal, but it is the highest healing sacrament in heaven and earth!

“But...”

Qin Jiu song, play the taste: "Such a great art, there is no price, I want to see, even a Buddha, the vitality in your body, can support you to play?" 」

“Amitabha!”Hearing that Maha Buddha evified the Buddha's trumpet, "The benefactor has not yet set foot in the sacred place, forcibly used the ultimate power of the sacred weapon, and the force in the main body of the giving, and how many times can he support the cast of the host?"

“Enough to set you dead!”Qin Jiu song is opposite.

“Amitabha, what is the Lord’s suffering from false words?”Mahatma Buddha.

The great fierceness of the world, the pressure on him is great, coupled with the sacred artefact in the Qin Nine singer, the collision of talent, he has suffered, but still has enough self-confidence.

Qin Jiu Song smiled indifferently: "Whether you say anything, try to know!"