The blood lake shook, the sky blood rushed up, the whole body of Li Fengyang dyed blood red, hair blood red, eyes blood red, look cautious, he was crazy roaring, full of counter-way power, natural, resisting the blood giants.

“Fighting!”

The red-inflaged sanctity is also crazy, full of killing, killing, stepping in, the lake of blood boiling for it, shaking it, making the blood giant come forward, gathering countless fire lanes, rushing to Li Fengyang.

The blood giant Qiwei, like a blood demon, killing the raging intention, the bright red palms were photographed continuously, breaking the space and shaking Li Fengyang's entire stagger.

“Blood sword, cut off!”

Li Fengyan, running a counter-way force, and exerting a blood-stained sword.

But the blood giant is powerful, strong and strong, and shoots the blood sword with the slap in the palm.

“As the Lord!”

Li Fengyang roared again, chanting the six-character Buddhist voice "Nan-Jian Amitabha Buddha", the body surface has a Buddha light, overturned over the entire blood lake, in which the dead creatures were illuminated by the Buddha light, turned into ashes.

The blood giant was also affected, and the blood ran out of blood shone into smoke.

“Nine days of fire!”

The red-inflaged holy magic is mighty, there is the image of the magic of the dominion, the palms fall, the sky is set in the fire, for the gold, full of glazed brilliance, brilliant very, but full of burning power.

Along the way, everything was burned to the ash.

The huge Buddha's palms were also burned to the ground, and the shares of the Buddha's light were scattered.

“The child is dead!”

The holy step of the hibiscus is approaching, the speed is fast, the blood giant is rolled, if a blood god is crushed, the space is crumbling, the blood lake is sinking, the scene is terrible to the extreme, but Li Fengyang's face is unchanged, while retreating, while pulling the magic bow of the eight desert towns.

“What a monsieur!”

Nine arrows, such as the dragon flying in the sky, through the world, swept the four sides, and wrapped the blood giant.

Immediately, Li Fengyang played withered glory seals and years of art.

The golden light of the field, the runes are scurrying, not in the body of the blood giant, the poop, between the sips, it collapses, but the red inflamed is unharmed, straight beyond the collapse of the blood giant, a hand to Li Fengyang photographed.

The sound is like a thunderstorm, the momentum is like a thunderstorm, the fire is endless, with the red-hot palm rushing down, there is a human flame beating, very frequent, there are rules, there are laws, such as if the sky.

This is the ultimate evolution of the fire.

Red inflamed is a demonic Taoist saint, for the control of the fire, has reached the situation of arms, the hands of the hands, all kinds of changes, called the work of the devil, so that Li Fengyang want to hide can not hide.

“Holy shit!”

Red inflamed was terrible, especially after it did its best, it was even more terrible to make Li Feng trembling, and if he had not been reverse, his will was firm, and he had already lost.

But even so, he can't be in the red.

Retire!

Li Fengyang went so far as to target the red inflamed bow in the eight desert towns.

Then he played the trick.

But the red inflammation is strong, a palm falls, the throbbing humanoid flame directly burns the arrow to the ashes, and the self-inflicted art is also self-crash, and all magic magic is useless.

"Boy, you can't escape."

The more brave the war, the fire evolved to the extreme, he is the fire, the fire is him, the thought into the fire, burned the eight deserts.

The flame on the palm of the hand is constantly changing, such as demons, such as fierce beasts, such as fierce birds, such as beasts, such as gods and weapons, all kinds of changes, endless, the end is powerful and unprovoked, holy and strong, bringing infinite crisis to Li Fengyang.

Li Fengyang stained the flame, to the co-working road day cracked, and then all the way to the distance, galloping, the eight desert town magic bow shot out, slow down the speed of red inflammation.

At the same time, he gathered his spirit and prepared to practice spiritual determination and meditation.

However, the kai Taoist saint seemed to have expected it early, and laughed, “Boy, do you want to use the strange magic just now?”Sadly, this seat is ready, but it will not be your way again."

“Hmm.”Li Fengyang was cold, his face looked very gloomy, and he ignored the redness and ran to the end of the blood lake.

A moment later, Li Fengyang saw a blood curtain standing at the end of the blood lake.

“Oh!”

Li Fengyang jumped into it, just as he had just passed through the green screen, the whole person continued to sink, not in the meeting, and fell into a reckless desert, everywhere sand dunes, like a yellow dragon creeping on the ground, not seeing a grass and wood.

There is no life here!

"Son, tell you, this mountain has eighteen floors, this is the third floor, the more down, the more dangerous, the time not to use this seat, you are also a dead end."

The red-indulged saint followed closely and wanted to occupy the magic bow of the eight desert towns, so he said, “So, as long as you give the bow of the god on your hand to this seat, this seat can save your life, what do you think?”

“Unless!”

Li Fengyang can cultivate to this day, relying on the will not to give up, do not give up, do not give up, although currently in trouble, but not yet to the point of the mountain and water, not to mention the danger of more than one of him.

So he said: "Red inflammation, you are so chasing this seat, do you want to be buried with me?"

"The child is not inferior, today this seat has to give you a little color look, let you know, I demon world is not the place you want to come, want to go."

The red-inflamed holy body is a fire, like a god of fire, even in the third floor of the magic mountain, can also attract endless flames, especially in this reckless desert, it is hot, contains fire energy, and gathers around.

“The Burning of the Law!”

Tao Fa naturally, for the demonic way of the holy red inflamed, the same is true, speak out the Fa, a thought into an empty, a thought gathering of fire, the desert shakes, churning, a fire, like a dragon, to the Li Feng roll.

The power of the earth fire, the power is strong, the burning power is full, and the fire power of the Red Cross is even more terrible, between the ups and downs, the Li Fengyang is wrapped and gathered to him.

“The twenty-four-day flag, now!”

Li Fengyang exhibited his stealth, vertically and horizontally in the fire, wrapped himself in a twenty-four-day demon flag, rushed out of the siege of the ground fire, walked in the endless desert, and saw a dark palace, almost decaying.

However, strangely, these palaces seem to be dark, but there is a statue of Buddha, all of them are Buddhas, but they are strange, like demons, rhyming sins, they seem to be demonic monks.

“Strange!”

Li Fengyang saw this doubt, is it that there are Buddhist monks in the world of demons in the world who cannot?

In this temple, there is a real Buddha force.

“Oh!”

Li Fengyang looked back at the red-inflamed road saint who was chasing up and flew to the temple.

The kai Dao saint saw this change in face and cried out, "Son, the child, it is a danger in the temple, and you will die when you go."

However, Li Fengyang, as unheard of, entered the temple directly.

The magic temple is deep, dark, lightless, and unblemished, but the rhyme here is very strange, light and darkness coexist, and yin and yang meet, as if there are two temperaments of right and evil at the same time in a person.

Li Fengyang's spiritual strength is strong, he saw a statue standing on both sides, the image is evil, some teeth claws, some angry eyes, some side lying down, some laughing and scolding, the image is different, but all have unique rhyme, unique.

Li Fengyang walked among them, facing all kinds of statues, feeling as if they were all alive.

“Hahaha, hey, hey.”

At this time, the four sides came from passive laughter, crying, scolding, and ridicule, such as the tide pouring into the eyes and ears of Li Feng, and all kinds of images immediately appeared in the spiritual world.

In the east, a bald-headed monk wearing a robe of blood came with a sword, grinned and smiled, and did not speak, and directly cut off at Li Feng.

In the south, out of a strong, large-limb monk, with nine scars printed on his head, holding a wooden fish in his hand, beating, toward Li Fengyang, there are some solemn tastes.

In the west, a large monk wearing a black robe, the yin and yang water and fire sticks, the big monk with his head upright and straightened, the footwork was pleasant, the yin and yang water and fire sticks were rattling, and the face was cracked.

In the north, a man wearing a green robe, holding a lute, wearing a blue treasure, slowly walked, ten fingers flicking the lute, the studs sounded, there was a killing elephant, fell into the eyes of Li Fengyang, there were thousands of horses appeared.

As soon as the four strange-looking monks appeared, Li Fengyang felt the great crisis, felt that they were real beings, rushed to run the third center of gravity and the Hui Neng scriptures, and the dark spiritual world appeared Buddha light, illuminating the four north and south of the east and west.

“What kind of child, just broke into my Thunder Temple and died!”

At this moment, the four monks were all drinking hard, revealing the fierce light, and hitting Li Fengyang.

I don't want Li Fengyang to put his hands together, his body is full of Buddha light, his face is compassionate and compassionate, and he has the meaning of Purdue sentient beings, saying, "The Buddhas are all one family, all the benevolences, the poor monks are polite."

Between the words, his image is also changing, the dark hair is not seen, has become a bald head, leaving nine scars, the body is not seen, replaced by a robe, looks highly respected.

He is like a generation of high monks, inclusive of all things, the air of Haina Baichuan, between the vain hands, all kinds of Buddhist gods manifest, the mouth reads a word: "I Buddha mercy, four Buddha friends, please put down the butcher knife to become a Buddha."

“Huh?”

The four described strange monks as a tangle, looking at Li Fengyang, infected, full of ferocity, and clasped hands: "I don't know which high monk is coming, please forgive me the sins of the four."

Li Fengyang temperament like a Buddha, but the mind is a thought, looking at the four evil monks in front of him, all of which are doubts, all this is true or false?

“The poor monk is able to.”Li Fengyang said.

His whole body is full of Buddha light, full of Buddha rhyme, and Buddha-text circulation, meteorological changes, for the appearance of energy, really like a living Buddha.

The spirit of the four monks was one of the shock, did not dare to slack off, and invited Li Feng to enter.

“Master Huin, please!”

Four one hand, the surrounding scene changed dramatically, there are vast rivers in the distance, rolling endlessly, there are scenic peaks nearby, Buddha sound ancient, many monks walking in it, although the weather is evil, but there is a kind of benevolence.

Li Feng Yang saw it, and his heart was surprised, and it seems that if he guessed, there was a Buddha in the demon world in the world.

Soon, before they came to the Buddha Temple, there was a budding group, and a banner stood in it, waving in the wind and radiating Buddha rhyme.

“Master Huin, please!”

The four monks invited Li Feng to take a seat and asked, “Where did you come from without asking the master?”

“The poor monk came from the Lei Yin Temple.”Lee Fengyang.

“The Temple of Ray?”The four monks stood still and said, "The difference between Lei Yin Temple and my Lei Demon Temple is only one word, is it the same origin?"

The monk in the lute asked, “If you don’t know Master Huineng, what can you teach us?”

The monk in the blood robe with the sword asked directly, and the words were aggressive: “Why is the world?”

“One flower, one world, one Buddha.”Li Feng said with a smile.

The four monks were all one of them, the spirit was shaken, the face was heavy, and Li Fengyang was one or two solemn, and the monks below were also pious.

“Well said.”

The big monk who took the wooden fish praised, finger the flag, and said, "The wind is blowing, the wind is moving?"Or moving?”