This is called Jin Peng coir man’s shoulders vibrate deeply, saying, "What a big wish to cross people’s seas!"! How many cities have you crossed? How many more people have passed? "

Then he spread his arms and said, "Now I am the only one in this paradise!"
"And you …" He pointed his blood at his uncle. "… can you stay here for a while and cross a few hundred ants in that village ~ Let’s face it, my younger brother ~? The northern land is not a pure land of Canaan, but a glacier. Now E Lai’s magic statue has crossed the boundary of Forgotten Evil River and the Saint Temple is going to the northern land … It’s going to be finished. "
Looking at the shoulders stand arm Jin Peng hemp fiber people three uncle eyebrows locked "no! In Xuegu, the Zen master has forgotten to guard the pure land, the ancestors have sat in the town, and the evil spirits such as Jianer, the founder of Ganan, will never defile the pure land! "
"Father Ganan?" The Jin Peng coir man has turned to heaven and laughed wantonly.
He looked at his uncle and shook his head. "Hey ~ teacher younger brother! I’m afraid you don’t know that the body of the founder of Ganan has passed away in the holy land. I’m afraid his old man’s house has reached nirvana, that is, you and I both know what it will be … "
"What? Father … Nirvana! " Hearing this, his uncle fell to the Zhaimen in shock!
Then he quickly rallied and said, "So what? The fact that my ancestors can enter the Elysium proves that I have achieved great success in Mahayana sutra! "
As he spoke, his pagoda knife pointed at Jin Peng again. "And you will one day go to hell if you fall into evil spirits and plunder people …!"
Before finishing, Jin Peng has "cut" and interrupted, "~ Don’t talk about the hopeless truth. If you don’t get serious, I’m afraid you won’t have a chance to stop talking, but you are in the way. I’m going to the North …"
After saying his word, his uncle has turned around and shot out of his hand!
Jin Peng’s left and right picks will easily smash the cracked double knives in half.
See three uncle has picked the waist copper abacus stare at Jin Peng hemp fiber humanitarian "but I have you three … who also can’t".
Obviously, it can also be expected that these three mysterious coir men are the three evil bodhi old zu in the blissful world, and the third uncle in Qiyang Village who lives in seclusion turned out to be the three devil teachers and three losers.
At this moment, the three-loser mage has shaken the simple copper abacus in his hand, which is called the square frame falling apart!
Going ~
Floating on half of the lotus copper beads, the beads are connected and surrounded to form a rosary!
He put his hands together and pinched the seal, but in front of the rosary, he sat cross-legged and closed his eyes, and read out the Sanskrit of Vajrayana.
For a time, the Sanskrit gold characters were suspended and wrapped around the rosary, and the cash awn was like a fan, and the golden knife’ 丠丠’ was intertwined like a fierce sun!
The villagers in the walled village have never seen such a change in the wealth of his uncle, and they have exclaimed.
"Uncle … it’s Garnan!"
"No wonder his uncle never kills!"
"You said … three uncle can fight them?"
"Well …"
At the moment, the opposite Jin Peng has issued a satisfied smile "very good ~! After a lapse of 11 proverbs, the pagoda knife finally appears … Brother, you are the most proud brother of the master, and you can understand this magical power to the extreme! "
The three-loser mage, such as Lei Yin Hehe, "I wish I could go to this person’s hell and become a pagoda when I see the suffering of all beings!"
With that, he opened two bronze bells and locked Jin Peng’s eyes. "Today, my motto is eleven, the pagoda will quit the sword … to punish evil and cross evil!"
After saying his word, he has pinched the printing point and pointed to the spread of Jinbo ahead!
In a flash, a bead of rosary urged a pagoda knife to rise and disappear in an instant.
At the same time, the size of Jin Peng’s front door was rippled by the shadow of the disappearing pagoda knife, which was like a drop of water on the lake!
For a moment, it was slow and still. The tip of the Golden Mang pagoda twisted the square inch and killed the brim of the hat. In a flash, it quickly exposed the forehead to Jin Peng!
This evil face is thin and emaciated, and the eagle’s nose is like a hook, and Kiyomi is full of blond hair.
In the eyes, the golden knife light and shadow zoom in quickly!
The bodhi old zu in Jin Peng is … dying.
Chapter 692 Golden Knife Lock Jin Peng pike dance dry Kun
Outside Qiyang village
, seems to have become unusually slow, as if still.
The shadow of the golden awn pagoda knife has distorted the square inch, killed the hat brim of the bodhi old zu hat in Jin Peng, and quickly turned to the door for a large sum!
The hat is divided from left to right, and the bodhi old zu in Jin Peng is thin and the eagle nose is like a hook, and Kiyomi is full of blond hair, and the wind is like a magic dance.
In the eyes, the golden knife light and shadow are flashing, and Senmang zooms in quickly!
And all of them … The devil will die at this time!
Suddenly!
A blood blade ghosting has been countered and firmly blocked the forehead.
Bang!
The sonic boom blade waves vent the seemingly indestructible shadow of the golden awn pagoda, which splits inch by inch, and the rosary at the end is scattered in shape.
At the same time, the blood feather blade in Jin Peng’s hand has also fallen apart, and the blade is scattered and thin, adding several blood stains to his cheeks.
See one strike and three losses. The mage’s look hasn’t changed at all. Pinch the seal again and drink.
All the people in the village wall saw nine rosary beads in front of his uncle’s body, and they suddenly disappeared out of the nine-blade blaster.
In a blink of an eye, it’s easy to show the surprise. Jin Peng’s whole body suddenly appears nine ripples, like lotus flowers blooming.
Jin Peng knew that these eleven proverbs, the pagoda knife, were powerful and one style was stronger than the other, and extremely sharp!
Seeing that he suddenly pulled the hat behind him, Zhang Xu’s red gold iron feather wings were as muddy as Dapeng demon.