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Chapter 92 The Immortal A Paperweight Under Bodhi(2/2)

There is no way to avoid it, there is no way to escape.

"The Immortal Era is really full of talents."

The little black man pointed his finger in the air, and the space instantly solidified. A pitch-black barrier enveloped the top of the mountain. When the Buddha's palm fell, there was only a loud sound, and the air wave spread thousands of meters.

"Perhaps your Dharma is the great road."

The little black man suddenly appeared behind one of them, and the old monk reacted quickly. He turned around and punched. His thin arms burst out with unparalleled power, and his speed broke through the sound barrier.

The little black man grabbed it with his right hand and immediately stopped the punch that could shatter half the mountain without even causing any waves.

In fact, the fist did not stop, but was sucked by the space in front of his palm. Every centimeter he advanced was like ten thousand meters. Even with this method, he could only release a small piece of his palm. Only in this way could he

never fail.

The next second, the other three figures teleported to his side, punching and kicking him in unison. The little black man blurred and moved away, appearing a hundred meters away. Before he could make any other move, the monks

He also dodged past him.

In this way, the bodies of both parties moved in the void, and each breath was teleported dozens of times.

"I can see that you are not good at fighting, and you have not even killed anyone."

The little black man was strolling around the garden. It was obvious that he was not nervous at all and even had the heart to talk.

"Is the Immortal Era really so peaceful?"

This was his doubt. He didn't know why the people of the Immortal Era were so indifferent to peace. It seemed that the environment they lived in was as peaceful and stable as the current China. This was simply unimaginable in ancient times. Fighting was the theme.

Peace is only a temporary rest.

The ascetic monk didn't answer, and they didn't have the energy to answer. Although this person had not made any attack yet, they felt suffocated simply by his movement skills.

They couldn't even touch the corners of their enemy's clothes.

The little black man suddenly stopped as if he had had enough fun, and then four fists were thrown at him and stopped in mid-air. He raised his hand and grabbed the head of one of them. The man wanted to retreat, but for some reason he suddenly got close to him.

It's not that he didn't retreat but that the distance between the two of them shortened.

boom!

The little black man picked up one of them and hit the others. In less than a breath, he teleported dozens of times, and each time he hit the other people's heads accurately. No matter how they tried to dodge, it was all in vain.

There was obviously only one person, but it seemed like there were five people.

The four monks of Tianhua were like rubber balls hitting each other in the air, their heads banging against each other.

As soon as a breath passed, the four Tianhua monks were already lying on the ground.

Fortunately, during the Buddhist body training, they only suffered some injuries and were not to the point where they completely lost their ability to fight.

"Amitabha."

He came through the air, his body covered with black energy, mixed with a little bit of Buddha's light. He slapped it with one palm, and it was like a small world smashing towards the little black man.

Three inches of palm.

This time the little black man didn't dare to take it lightly and quickly escaped tens of thousands of meters.

"You can still move freely in such a state."

The two looked at each other, and in the next second they raised their whole body strength in unison. Just the collision of their respective breaths made the people within a radius of dozens of miles feel their hearts sinking.

The little black man didn't dare to take it lightly when faced with the monk who went to the world. If he felt a little empty, the space would shrink.

The monk who crossed the world clasped his hands together and recited Amitabha in a low voice. A red Buddha appeared behind him, with three heads and six arms holding a thunderbolt.

A killing move.

Buzz buzz.

Suddenly invisible fluctuations spread out, and both parties stopped in place. They both felt a sense of panic.

Golden light came from the east, and a yellow book floated down.

Everything is lonely and the heaven and earth are still.

town!

This word appeared in everyone's heart, as if they heard God's will.

The only thing they can move at this moment is probably their thoughts, which makes them fall into the fear of the unknown.

Who?! What is that piece of yellow paper?

The little black man could not control his body or even his soul no matter what. This was the first time in his life.

Everyone was frozen in place, and the only thing they could do was look up at the yellow paper standing in the void.

A voice fell from Jiutian, calm and lazy, with a hint of impatience.

"Suppress the Bodhi Realm for a hundred years, and then release and liberate them when you have done enough."

The yellow paper ignited an unknown flame, and in an instant the energy of heaven and earth gathered here. A huge word "Zhen" stretched across the sky and enveloped the Bodhi Realm.

Even the Buddha, who had not yet been able to save the world, was also sucked back.

A bit of golden light fell, and a golden glass floated in front of Du Shi.

The Bodhi Realm was suppressed so easily that the evil Buddha did not even have time to resist.

Everyone regained control over themselves. The little black man disappeared without thinking and took his people with him. He tried his best to move hundreds of miles away.

This is also the first time for me to escape in such a helter-skelter manner.

However, he was obviously making a fuss out of a molehill. The person who drew the yellow paper didn't even look at this place. The things here were not worth his actions twice. One piece of paper could solve everything, so why waste his time drinking tea.

"Taoist Master."

Monk Fushi stretched out his hands to catch Liuli. Before he could sigh for too long, a chill suddenly rushed to his forehead.

boom!

Invisible power emanated from the glass and knocked him to the ground, unable to resist at all.

Du Shi's whole body was embedded in the ground, and the depth was exactly the same as the ground. At the same time, he was suppressed by the invisible force and could not move at all.

The four monks from Tianhua came and tried their best to pull Du Shi out of the ground, but they still couldn't pull him out of the ground. It was as if Du Shi had been growing in the ground.

In the end, it took a day and a night to wait until the power disappeared before I got up.

The last one was written incorrectly, it should have been a friendship of 1,500 years.
Chapter completed!
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