Outside, outside Broken Peak Mountain.
To the north, just a kilometer or so away from Broken Peak Mountain, an old monk in green clothes was walking as fast as he could towards the short peak to the south of Broken Peak Mountain.
The old monk was clad in a green robe and green straw shoes, like an ascetic. His eyebrows were already gray, but he had a solemn appearance, and his expression was solemn but gave a kind of compassionate spirit.
The old monk raised his eyes to the south and sensed the terrifying fluctuation of the supreme power transmitted from the short peak to the south, and at that moment, a fearless Zen intent diffused from the old monk.
Just at that moment –
Whoosh!
In front of him, a figure wrapped in the supreme power, rushed with the speed of the wind, and thus crossed in front of the old monk in green.
“Master Bitter Bamboo, farewell.”
This figure blocked in front of the old monk in green clothes five meters and said.
The old monk in green is Master Bitter Bamboo, he fixed his eyes to see, the person in front of the clothes, the temples are white, an old face forgiveness has been crisscrossed with wrinkles, but still give a high above the control of all the majestic aura.
“Amitabha Buddha, so it is Jamal old master.” Master Bitter Bamboo spoke, then added, “I wonder what Master Tai Yue is trying to do by blocking the way of the poor monk?”
Jamal!
This is an extremely old name in Hyacinth, called by Old Mr. Miller as one of the three old monsters of the Goodwin family, the other two being Xuanyuan Taiyuan and Delma.
The real age of these three people I’m afraid only they know, but at the very least is already more than 100 years old existence, so the generation is very high, a cultivation strength is even higher than scary.
Hyacinth martial artist, once cultivated to Saint level, after the baptism of Saint level breath, the whole person undergoes a transformation like a metamorphosis, then a qi and blood like a true dragon exuberant boundless, with the help of this huge and volatile qi and blood, they can prolong their lives. Coupled with the Goodwin family’s deep heritage, there is no shortage of Heavenly Materials and Earthly Treasures and great tonic medicine, making the Goodwin family’s three old monsters over a hundred years old, is still not showing old age, but a cultivation is The Goodwin family’s three old monsters are still not old, but have a cultivation that is unfathomable.
Jamal looked at Master Bitter Bamboo and said: “When I was young, I had the honor of listening to the words of the holy monk Master Bitter Wisdom, and I still look back on it with great benefit. Taking advantage of this night, since I have met Master Bitter Bamboo, I might as well ask Master for some advice on Buddhism as well.”
“If you want to listen to the teachings, you can go to Kuchan Temple on another day. poor monk has to be the voodoo vajra tonight, so I’m afraid I don’t have time to talk to Master Tai Yue.” Master Bitter Bamboo opened his mouth, took a step forward, and was about to leave from the side.
He said, “I heard that Master Bitter Bamboo has the desire to universalize all beings, so why can’t I grant this small request?”
“Master Tai Yue insists on blocking the way?”
Master Bitter Bamboo asked with a sullen tone.
Jamal did not speak, his own aura rose majestically, like a mountain across, with a supreme power pervading.
“Master Taiyue insists on stopping, poor monk also have to be that angry vajra!”
Master Bitter Bamboo opened his mouth, his hand squeezed the subduing seal, fiercely shouted, like a Buddhist lion’s roar, layers of Buddhist light like substance through his body, so that his old body is filled with a layer of Buddhist Dharma light, as if a real Buddha manifested.
Hoo! Hoo! Hoo!
Master Bitter Bamboo transformed his palm with the Seal of Subjugation, and in an instant, a palm shadow with supreme Zen intent emerged, but with the most rigorous power of vajra voodoo, and the purest holy power of Buddhism swept out with the palm and attacked Jamal.
As soon as Master Bitter Bamboo struck, it was Kuchan Temple’s supreme combat technique – Buddhist Zen Palm!
“Let’s see if Master Bitter Bamboo will subdue the devil or I will subdue Buddha!”
Jamal shouted, and his supreme holy power swept out, rolling like a tidal wave, stirring up the boundless wind and clouds, and the surging and surging holy power coalesced, causing the wind to sweep around the place where he stood, making the power amazing.
Boom!
Jamal fist, fist power like a dragon, the vast Saint might with his fist power erupted out, to meet the slap to the layers of palm power.
The two strongest people are facing each other!
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Oakshire, north.
A woman who is over half a hundred years old but still has the charm to appear here, she is dressed in purple, herself has a hidden noble and graceful aura, rapture is no longer, but still looks young and beautiful, as if the passing years have not left too many traces in her body.
This is Miss Mosele!
“Where is everyone?”
Miss Mosele came to this remote place after surprised voice.
There was no one around, only the darkness of the night, in this remote place, except for her, there was no one else, only occasionally there was a car whistling past.
It turns out that before Old Mr. Miller encountered the siege of the king, Miss Mosele received a token and a secret message at Broken Peak Mountain.
However, the token is extraordinary, it is a private token of Purple Phoenix Holy Land, only those who have a very close relationship with Purple Phoenix Holy Land can get it.
After Miss Mosele saw this token, she did not suspect any fraud and immediately set out to come.
Who would have thought, came to the appointment place, but did not see a person.
In Miss Mosele puzzled, cold, she turned her head towards the direction of Broken Peak Mountain to see, although far away, but the fluctuations to the supreme power and Saint level pressure she is a sense.
With her Saint level realm strength, this Saint level fluctuation naturally cannot be hidden from her.
“This fluctuation … is not good, Lewis is in trouble!” Miss Mosele immediately reacted, she couldn’t help but stomp her feet, said, “I’ve been caught in a diversionary scheme! Someone on the other side deliberately took out the Holy Land token to trick me into coming, and then set up a siege trap to target Lewis! No, I have to rush back!”
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Broken Peak Mountain, South Face Dwarf Peak.
Boom! Boom! Boom!
In the area of Broken Peak Mountain, a sound like muffled thunder resounded in the sky, and a supreme power rose to the sky, causing the wind and clouds to change, triggering a rare phenomenon.
What makes people feel frightened is the intertwined Saint level pressure, like the bottomless abyss upside down overhead, unless they are Saint level realm strong, otherwise Saint level realm martial artists once close to this place, only to be suppressed to fall to the ground!
The four Saint level powerhouses joined forces to attack and kill Old Mr. Miller, who was trapped in the middle, with a powerful attack from all sides.
The black-scarfed old man’s fist power contains a wisp of imperial pressure, like the emperor himself, with a supreme power that looks out of the sky.
Simmons’s palm hidden in space, tricky and bizarre, in that spatial vibration, the palm wrapped in the Sacred Level level of the terrifying sacred power swept out, slapped and killed.
Clement and Old Demon both swooped in from the side, exploding their most severe attacking and killing fists, suffusing their bodies with a heart-pounding Saint level pressure.
In the face of the combined attack of the four Saint level powerhouses, the center of Old Mr. Miller is still calm and relaxed, the old eyes at this moment is blooming like a blazing fire battle intent, the old body golden light emerges, a strong to pure Saint level breath out, he evolved fist style, open mouth shout: ” Samsara Fist!”
In an instant, six fist shadow breaks appeared in the air, two of which surrounded Old Mr. Miller’s body in front and behind, while the other four fist shadow breaks met the four Saint level powerhouses with an unrelenting aura.