“Do you want to work hard?”

Qin Jiuge's pupil shrinks, deep inside, not afraid, on the contrary, but inexplicably surged up a burst of excitement, and a war burning in the chest.

“Amitabha!”

At such a moment, the Buddha calmed down, his hands folded, and in an instant he changed the previous cold.

But Qin Jiu Song knows that this is only the terrible killing intention, buried in the heart, in this state of Maha Buddha, but more dangerous.

As his buddha trumpet sounded, the pure Buddha light slowly lit up, and with it, it was an invisible and unheard-of air machine that came from nothingness and poured into the body of the Buddha.

In fact, it was in his hand.

“Called?The top?”

Qin Jiu song pupil, sharp and sharp and shrunk.

Such a sight is not uncommon, mostly through some kind of secret, to borrow the power of another being, and in a short period of time to have a stronger power, so the secret, is not uncommon in the too false.

But know that the present moment is so mysterious, that is a true saint!

And who can be a saint by the help of power, who in the whole world?

Only those two!

And now it is the one who wants to be out!

“Be careful!”

At present, Qin Jiu Song is a transmission, indicating that the fierce care.

“Shhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

The latter is also a low roar, his mind is a mess, but now can still feel that terrible sense of crisis, the whole person is uneasily low roaring...

Suddenly, Maha Buddha opened his mouth softly, as if to introduce Qin Jiu Song and the great murderer: "The next Buddha's art, the name... If the god's hand is theoretically equivalent to the hand of the true Buddha, although that is only theoretical, but..."

With that, he looked lightly at Qin Jiu Song: “Since you can ignore the Lord God, you should understand the meaning of the true Buddha when you are in the pure land of this fairyland?”

“The real hand...”

The Qur’an is surprised.

He had never seen the true sanctity of the two legends, nor how strong they were, but he was clear that the so-called Lord God was only the creatures of the two beings, and that it was evident from this.

Of course, as for what Maha Buddha said is equivalent to the suppression of the real Buddha by one hand, Qin Jiuzong does not believe how, otherwise... he does not have to play.

After all, Maha Buddha is only a so-called pseudo-suphemist, and the power that he can burst out of can never transcend the knowledge of Qin Jiu Song.

At present, Qin Jiuo will be in the body of the force to excite, do not care for the injury in the body, all the force crazy to the top of the bronze coffin into the head.

Rumble!

On the other hand, the ancient murderer who has not known what the defense is is also at this moment is also an outbreak of the Yuanyuan force, causing it not to cause.

"If that's the case, then take me with this art."

The Buddha whispered, and then the palm of the mysterious machine slowly took a picture:

“Come on, God, hold on!”

The voice fell, time and space seemed to stop working, only a giant hand fell from the sky...

Pounce!

Pounce!

Pounce!

At this moment, everything is far away from Qin Jiuge, his six senses are completely deprived, can not feel everything outside, only the beating in the chest can be clearly smelled, like a slow shot in a previous life movie...

“Hm!”

In a bruise, Qin Jiu Song biting the tip of his tongue, and under the stimulation of sweet blood, Qin Jiu Song Lingtai was restored to a few clear, everything around him, and Fang appeared again in his world.

“The copper coffin!”

On the brute, Qin Jiu Song roared, forcibly controlled the bronze coffin, and threw it away in madness, like a green dragon, with a kind of lone courage to fight to death, and never forward!

“Shhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

On the other hand, wrapped in the magic of the day, the fierce wings of the earthquake, turned into a black stream, almost with the bronze coffin, bombarded the giant hand that suppressed!

Rumble!

Qin Jiu Song only felt a roar in his ear, and then...

It's black in front of you!

...

I don't know how long it took for consciousness to gradually return to the sea of Qin Jiu Song.

“Huh?”

He looked surprised and opened his eyes.

Such a simple action, Qin Jiu Song is feeling, boundless pain like the tide, from the limbs of the hundred skeletons, the whole person as if experiencing the late!

“Hm!”At that moment, the song of Qin Jiu was smug.

Open your eyes, you see the familiar blue, the bronze coffin is quietly suspended above the head of Qin Jiu Song, hanging out of the way green, holding it.

However, at this moment, the light emanating from the bronze coffin is unprecedentedly bleak, and it seems that it will be removed at any time.

He was connected to the bronze coffin, and even could feel an overwhelming cry.

Obviously, this sacred instrument was also created in this battle.

Holding on to the terrible pain, Qin Jiu Song turned his head and saw that the great murderer stood far from him, still exuding that untamed momentum, but at this moment it was quite unbearable.

The blades of the sky, now folded one, only one tug on the back, half of the body has disappeared, revealing the bruises, the ink green blood is flowing in the madness, the void is distorted in the "滋滋", obviously the ink green blood, contains highly toxic, stinking.

What is even more terrible is that the passage of his out-of-body life at this moment has reached a level of terror, perhaps it will not take long, it will really be completely dusted back to the dust!

Qin Jiu Song's eyes continued to spread slowly, capturing the figure of Maha Buddha not far away.

At this moment, the latter dish sits in the void, facing like gold paper, and the bean-sized sweat beads dripping on its forehead...

For the existence of the realm of saints, this is absolutely incredible, its only explanation...

It was that secret technique that put too much pressure on him and suffered from the reaction!

“I just felt unconscious for a moment...”

Qin Jiuo instantly judged the immediate situation, slightly restored the force, and struggled to stand up.

In this process, almost every cell in his body is collapsing and cannot withstand.

However, Qin Jiu Song's eyes are extremely bright, and the terrible killing intention is almost condensing into substance, locking the Buddha sitting in the void, like a beast from the wilderness, locking his prey!

Feeling the killing of Qin Jiu Song, whether it is the ancient murderer or the Maha Buddha, it is a meal, and the action has stalled.

No longer looking at the Buddha, Qin Jiu Song turned his head and looked at the terrible and terrible fierce, and said:

“No matter what you do, at what cost you.”

He pointed to the Buddha, a word:

“Slay him, he!”

Between the words, kill the sky!