Chapter 5109

The Enlightenment under the mulberry tree for 30 million years has strengthened Huiqing's Buddha heart. The purity and firmness of his heart make everyone who sees him sigh like Buddha.

He never had a stage of doubt, and even a passage of Scripture could not confuse him.

But now, in the face of such a big situation of life and death, in the face of a young Yan Xian with firm and pure eyes, and in the face of his surprise.

For the first time, Huiqing was unable to stick to his heart.

"Is it true that the masters are wrong and should not make such a decision?"

"But my other masters have already died in the wilderness for us to get out of the wilderness. If we return, how can we afford them?"

After asking questions, Huiqing couldn't keep calm anymore. He was stunned on the spot and didn't know what to plan for.

Seeing that Huiqing was no longer impulsive, Jian Wushuang released him and turned to see that he had fallen into a bloody situation.

He frowned.

At this time, a small hand quietly pulled the corner of his clothes and said in a slightly trembling voice, "good, good man, you said that saving one is saving, and saving a group is also saving. Will you save my masters?"

Jian Wushuang turned around, looked at the little monk with some timidity in his eyes, and nodded solemnly, "since I said, I will do it, but I may not be able to save them all."

"Well, that's a good man." Little Sami Huiqing closed his hands and looked at the masters who were caught in a bloody battle in the air. Finally, he couldn't bear it in his eyes.

After the decision, Jian Wushuang subconsciously raised his palm and touched Hui's clear head.

He instantly reacted, blushed, hurriedly apologized, and then turned around and rushed to the void without any hesitation.

Hui Qing pursed her mouth, and then subconsciously coiled her bare little head.

"What, I must save my master!"

Boundary barrier.

The void has been smashed and torn by the supreme derivative force, and the escaped derivative force forms the most violent supreme vortex, with thunder and lightning as thick as dragons, raging in the vortex, and then shooting down violently.

The boundaries of the large division have been completely chaotic.

All kinds of colorful God blood spilled, because it was too pure to fall, hovered in the void, making the battlefield more tragic.

Up to ten million feet of armor body shape has completely fallen into the madness of rage.

At this moment, the situation of the six monks is more miserable, and they barely deal with each other by virtue of their body shape.

The gap between them is too unimaginable, like a natural moat.

Even if all the treasures appear, it will not cause much damage to the body shape of armor at all.

Once you arrive at Dayan immortal, you can't make up for every big turn in it by any means.

At present, there are only one six turn Dayan immortal among the six monks. How to fight nine turn?

This is what jianwushuang cannot understand.

Waving the broken sword that can cause heavy damage to Dayan immortal with each sword, the armor body was screaming.

"All the eagles and dogs under the seat of zhenwuyang should be buried with our Lord!"

Above the blood space, the calm and old master almost withstood most of the attack of the armor shape by himself, and the treasure behind him had already been dimmed to the extreme, which seemed to disappear at any time.

The magic rhymes, which are bright to the extreme, are guarded in front of the body, and also attract most of the offensive of the armor body.

A sword cut horizontally, and the remnant sword directly blasted hundreds of Dharma formulas, together with the master's father.

Moreover, the remnant sword fell unabated after castration. Once it hit, even if he was a six turn Dayan immortal, he must immediately fall!

"Senior brother!!"

The other five monks shouted, but they had no time to help at all, and could only watch the sword fall.

The next moment, a figure quietly appeared under the remnant sword, and then raised the sword to deal with it.

"Zheng!"

The big sound of the golden iron attack resounded through the eternal void, and the magnificent sword meaning, which was pure to the extreme, also gushed out, making the extremely dark void shine.

All the monks looked at this scene with round eyes and couldn't believe it.

That little fairy Yan, who fell in the wilderness like a bloody man and almost didn't know his life and death, now fought a sword with his own strength!

You know, that sword is the sword of jiuzhuan dayanxian!

But this scene actually happened.

Time seemed to be at a standstill. Under that sword, the sword's matchless eyebrows and eyes trembled slightly.

His right hand gripping the invisible sword has been fragmented, and God's blood is scattered in the void.

If it weren't for the terrible defense power of immortal body, I'm afraid this sword would break unparalleled sword into powder.

But he still did it. He fought against the full strength of jiuzhuan dayanxian.

Zhan Jia was also shocked, as if he saw something impossible.

"You didn't die?"

Jian Wushuang eyebrow Feng pressed and quickly threw a di pin Dan pill into his mouth, "it's not so easy to think about my death!"

"Then I'll let you die again!" Zhan Jia was furious and wanted to throw his left hand at him.

But at this time, the six monks shot at the same time, a total of six pure to the extreme Buddha light chains, wrapped around the left hand of the armor body layer by layer, making it difficult for him to lift it for a moment.

"Good man, go quickly!"

The great master shouted loudly, looking solemn.

The sword is unparalleled. Naturally, it stays for a long time, and its body shape instantly disappears under the broken sword.

However, when he reappeared, he was in front of all the monks.

"All leave quickly. I'll leave it here." He said quietly, showing his unquestionable dignity.

In the face of this young man who is just Yan Xian, all the monks did not underestimate it at all.

They looked at each other and then looked at the master together.

The master's father was determined, and although he hesitated in his eyes, he soon disappeared, "you can't retreat, you can't retreat, you can only move forward."

"Can't you see the situation up to now? Do you want to be here?" Jian Wushuang shouted in a deep voice.

The master father looked at him, "even so, we can't retreat. We will never retreat into the wilderness. Even if we die, we will die in the big division!"

"Boom!!"

Between their words, the armor body cut off with a sword, directly dispersing all the monk capitals.

The sword was unparalleled and could not help but scold a fool.

At this time, the great master said again, "younger martial brothers, I'll open the way for you to go to the great division!"

As his voice fell, a treasure condensed from the pure derivative power of Buddha light appeared, reflecting thousands of emptiness.

The injury on the immortal body of the master's father then recovered, and his Qi and fortune all recovered in an instant.

Layers of hazy Buddha light ciphertext slowly flowed around him, like the moon setting and the sun rising, and you can't look directly.

His hands were folded, and his true eyes released the supreme power.

Fairy body and treasure, as if at this moment are completely integrated.