The Eternal Life of His Majesty

The strength of the green lord

Swaggering?

Qin Xuan didn't say no, he was standing in the sea, and the Eternal Demon Art revolved crazily on his body, swallowing the rare aura around him to supply him.

In the desolate wind, Yue Long's laughter seemed to still seep in.

"Amitabha!"

Suddenly, Buddhist voices appeared one after another In the sea and tonight, dazzling Buddhist lights lit up, like gods and Buddhas standing in front of a towering green mountain, amidst the vast power of the Buddha, a heavenly Buddha statue appeared.

"Great-hearted, the sea of suffering is limitless, and the sea of hatred is just nothing in the end, so why bother killing evil."

The voice that sounded from the sky was solemn, and the voice of persuasion remained everywhere.

Yue Long laughed, "Hahaha, the monk from Pluo Temple, this hatred, whether to let go or not, is not your turn. If everything is completely empty, why are you here?"

Yue Long's laughter rumbled and his madness was revealed, and the green hills at the end seemed to have endless roars.

"Oh!" Kong Wen sighed, "So, don't blame Lao Na."

When the voice fell, Kong Wen's eyes suddenly turned around, like two golden lights, glowing and reckless, accompanied by a leap of his body, and stepped into the form of a Buddha.

Uniting the strength of over a dozen gods and monks in Pluo Temple, the demons that descended from Arhat, coupled with innate heavenly power, suddenly fell on the green mountain with the Buddha's palm like a mountain.

the explosion!

Endless airwaves swayed in layers, and as the wind blew, cracks appeared on the green hill.

The towering green hills that had never broken through their joints had now cracked.

The face of star emperor Su Muyu showed excitement, and he moved with momentum, and a general momentum gathered between his hands. A star map appeared behind him, from which countless meteors flew and fell through the cracks of the green mountain.

The entire green hill collapsed at this moment, and the seawater within ten feet of the yacht rose into the sky, forming a curtain of water to block everything.

In this water curtain, Yue Long smiled gently.

"reel!"

He waved his sleeve, and suddenly, an innate power that resembled a turbulent wave exploded with a force that almost swept across the world. At that moment, the green mountains shattered into nothingness, but the strength of this sleeve was already exhausted.

At this moment, the golden Buddha's palm shattered every inch and turned into countless Buddhist powers and disappeared Then, the entire image of the Buddha collapsed, unable to withstand this terrifying power.

Kongwen's figure came out quickly, retreating into the sea, retreating more than ten steps in a row, and every step in the sea came out from the huge indentation in the sea, endless waves surging in all directions, and every step in the sea, like flood.

"Brother!"

Kongming patted his hands, trailing behind Kongwen, feeling an immense force emerge from his hands, his complexion suddenly changed, and he could not help but scream, and he could not help but scream, and then he caught Kongwen.

As for the master-level monks in Napuluo Temple, at the moment the Buddha statue was broken, they all exploded rapidly, their faces were pale, and the corners of their mouths were covered in blood.

Their faces were without sadness and pain, but their breathing was extremely weak, some monks even half their knees submerged in the sea.

However, the strength of this sleeve did not stop as well, but rather faced Su Muyu's endless meteors.

There were hundreds of missile-like meteors, but when they were met with terrifying red waves in the sky, they were completely annihilated and disappeared soundlessly at night.

"what?"

Su Muyu's face was shocked, and she looked towards Yue Long who was still standing on the yacht.

The strength of the shell is actually frightening for this level?

Is this still innate strength? Even though it was an earth fairy, there was nothing better than this, right?

His heart was shocked, not only that, even Xian Weng's eyes became extremely serious, he took a deep breath, and slowly stepped out.

After destroying the image of Buddha and the starlight, the terrifying power in the sky continued to flow towards the sea, The entire sea as if it was moved and collapsed directly.

"damaged!"

Xianweng's old body leaped into the air, facing the mighty force and taking a deep breath. The wind around him seemed to be about to be swallowed up by him soon.

the explosion!

A palm exploded, and there was not half of the overflowing innate strength, only this palm collided with that vast and invincible might.

It was as if two huge mountains collided, and the world around him trembled and trembled, as if Wan Lei was humming at this moment, even making the ears of some deaf people.

“Yue Long, seventy years have passed since the long feud, should we decide life and death?” Xian Weng's voice sounded steady and heavy, “When the bloody hatred finally came, the girl's death in the past was also my fault, why bother Implying the entire Chinese martial arts? "

"If you want revenge, you can die alone!"

Su Muyu's skin turned slightly ugly at the moment behind him, his eyes were fixed on Xian Weng a little**, and there was even a streak of blood dripping from his palm, his heart was extremely heavy.

Is there such a strong person in this world?

Su Muyu believed that she was invincible, but green master Yue Long shattered the demonic shadow that descended on Pluo Temple and broke the star and its rain map.Now, he had actually injured the elf again.

Such a power was already difficult to call terror.

He seemed to understand, why was blue master Yue Long so calm and unhindered, so strong, how could he not calm down?

Yue Long's eyes became a little gloomy at this moment, and his breathing seemed to have faltered slightly.

"You want to die?"

At this moment, Yue Long shamelessly revealed his killing intent.

Seventy years ago, the death of a loved love was the pain of his life. Now mentioned by the fairy, it was as if an old wound had broken. This made Yue Long always calm down, the innate strength within his body, and the steel around the yacht, Right now, seemed to be distorted and deformed.

“Xian Weng!” Su Muyu's expression changed.

The expressions of Kong Wen and Kong Ming became more serious, and there was a Buddha standing behind them, looking solemnly, for fear that Yue Long would resort to violence.

"If death can free you from hatred, then the old man is willing to stand by his hand!"

Xianweng's voice was calm, and his eyes were calmer.

The world was stagnant at the moment, everyone did not dare to speak, there was only the whirring of the wind and waves in their ears.

Yue Long suddenly smiled and said lightly: "What about you seeking death? Yuer can't come back either!"

The white dress seemed to appear in front of him, and the unforgettable face of over seventy springs and autumn, the evil spirit disappeared quietly.

Su Muyu heaved a sigh of relief, but Xianweng's expression was slightly bitter.

"Then, even if the Chinese martial arts were all destroyed, the girl still could not return!"

Xianweng said deeply, "Why are you doing this again?"

In the distance, Qixing Tianjun was injured, and his arm was cut off by a powerful man from Baqi Palace, and streams of blood continued to flow.

At this moment, the yin and yang image of Jun Hei Tiantian was finally broken, leaving many bone wounds on his body.

This was the third time that the peaceful image of the Buddha Shura had been damaged, and once again condensed, the blood ray on his face without any joys or sorrows was so dazzling.

...

The situation seems even more unfavorable to China. If at first they could use their full strength to fight against this overseas powerhouse, but now, under siege, it was, their innate power consumption is more than double that of overseas power plants? Even if it is accessible from within, it cannot replace this frightening consumption.

It seemed that Huaxia Zhongtian had reached the verge of defeat.

On the eve of the deaths of two hundred Chinese masters, Xuanwu Tianjun had died, and Ning Ziyang and Miao Mei were severely injured and retreated. China's entire martial arts world has suffered almost its biggest damage since facing an eight-nation powerhouse more than 70 years ago.

“Hua Xia Martial Arts?” Yue Long suddenly sneered, her eyes sneered shamelessly, and sneered: “Only Chinese Martial Arts, do you think I would care?”

Xianweng's expression suddenly changed, "Then how are you?"

However, Yue Long smiled, and did not respond, she took a step, actually volleyed.

His eyes were fixed on the two Buddha images in front of Kong Wen and Kong Ming, and smiled gently.

Suddenly, his figure disappeared, and when he appeared again, he had already appeared in one of the Buddhas.

Pushing one hand over the Buddha's head, a bit hard.

the explosion!

Suddenly, Buddha's face collapsed, as it was crushed by Wanshan, Kongming coughed up blood, his entire body was severely injured, and he looked at the almost invincible figure in the sky in disbelief.

"This is Pluo Temple Buddhism? Too weak!"

A voice of regret came slowly from within, Yue Long's eyes were like stars, silently staring at Hua Tiantian, where he had not returned for 70 years, with a faint smile on his mouth.