Chapter 1007

Qin Xuan holds the Buddha’s ritual, all around, and more and more cultivators gather.

“There are people who dare to make a move in the demon, where is the Monk, so bold!”

“Isn’t that the Third Child of Wende? It was hit hard, my God!”

“This Monk is really act recklessly, make a move in the Royal Demon, and dare to hurt Wende’s son.”

The youth face is slightly embarrassed, roaring out, “You are looking for death!”

He was burned in anger, and he had been so humiliated, and every gaze around him made him feel humiliated.

Qin Xuan looked calm and looked at the son of the wrathful prince.

“Any Nascent Soul, dare to say the word death in front of me?”

“This poor monk is a great self-contained temple, repairing the Great Ascension Buddha Dao. It is said that you are the son of the trivial prince, the Nascent Soul cultivator of the entire demon, and this poor monk can also be in the palm of your hand.”

Qin Xuan’s words are like the wind, and it sounds slowly.

At a moment, the expression of the surrounding cultivator was stagnant. Among the cultivators, the Nascent Soul cultivator was dozens of people. Now I heard the words of Qin Xuan, and I couldn’t help but anger.

“Monk, what are you talking about?”

“The dead thief is bald, you are not looking for death!”

“Come on, this True Monarch has to look at it, how do you suppress me!”

There is True Monarch anger, a sudden humiliation, can not wait to make a move, teach Qin Xuan.

Still waiting for them to continue to speak, Qin Xuan will make a move, and will not give Wende the opportunity to rejoice in other people’s misfortunes.

The palm of the hand is like a giant tower of the Buddhism.

“You…” Youth looked at the huge earthquake, but he still didn’t wait for him to scream, and the blue-colored turtle tortoise was ready to sing.

Hōng!

Under one palm, the mysterious tortoise Shields light is dim, and then youth is spurting again, like a meteor.

Qin Xuan did not hesitate to fall again.

Hōng!

Palm mark Crushing To that youth, youth stunned, and quickly moved the mysterious tortoise shell shield.

A loud noise, youth in the golden palm mark under the whole man’s huge earthquake, as if the body and bones have been shattered, the body is really inlaid on the ground, the road cracks spread in all directions.

“Dead vulture!” Youth hoarse, but there is constant blood in his mouth.

Qin Xuan once again fell to the palm. This time, the strength of the youth did not even exist. The whole person fell to the ground like a soft mud. Only the mysterious tortoise shell shield burst into a weak rays of light.

This time, the surrounding cultivator shut up, especially the cultivator of many Nascent Souls, almost looking at Qin Xuan with horror.

Too terrible, Wende waits for this Third Child, but True Monarch Middle Grade. The mysterious tortoise is a higher grade of the six grades of Magical Treasure. Under this Monk’s hand, there is no resistance. If it falls again A palm, I am afraid that this is the Third Child certain death no doubt.

Several Nascent Soul True Monarch, who had been screaming before, couldn’t help but step back and fear Qin Xuan’s Ominous Might.

Just in the shock of everyone, Qin Xuan already fell to the fourth palm.

His eyes were calm, and he didn’t care that youth was alive and dead, and his palms turned up.

“impudent !”

In the void, there is a cold drink.

Suddenly, Qin Ling turned his head and the big floater still fell.

This spirit is too fast, just for a moment, it slammed into the hands of the big float, the wind and waves are like a raging wave, and it is sweeping in all directions.

Qin Xuan’s Dafu butcher’s hand was stagnant, and then followed by Qin Xuan, vanish like smoke in thin air.

A middle-aged man wearing a purple gold coat appeared above the youth, Qin Xuan pupil light.

Void Return!

The middle-aged man looks like a frost, and looks badly at Qin Xuan.

The fallen youth is looking at the middle-aged man, revealing the rest of his life, the voice is extremely weak, “Ling Shu!”

Surrounded by the cultivator, I looked at the well-dressed middle-aged man, “The Great Wall of the Imperial Empire!”

“Ling General!”

Many people have suddenly changed their face, and the demon is off. For the three major gods, the youngster has never changed. In case of the wild range Monster Race, the Monster Race is prevented from entering the middle ground and causing bloody hurricanes.

Ling Ang is one of them. It belongs to the Dagan Kingdom. The guards are close to ten thousand years. From a small soldier, I don’t know how many great monsters I killed. I am very diligent and become the current customs of the town. It is also Void Return. The Tao Jun Powerhouse.

Middle-aged man His eyes are cold and his body is more Baleful Qi, which makes people tremble with fear.

His glory passed over the miserable youth, secretly startled.

What is the strength of the youth, he knows, Nascent Soul Middle Grade can fight the genius of Nascent Soul Peak, the entire big god National Capital has heard, but now it is so miserable in this royal demon?

Ling An looked at Qin Xuan and looked at Qin Xuan’s Buddha.

“You know the sin?” Ling An start to talk, the sound is like a knife, the Baleful Qi is directly pressed to Qin Xuan.

Qin Xuan stands in Baleful Qi, and does not move, indifference with a laugh: “General, what is this?”

Ling Ang’s eyes are getting colder and colder. “The demon is locked in the martial arts. This is the rule of the three kings of the king, and you are now making a move in this demon. It is a sinful crime, and it hurts the son of Wende. It is a sin plus one. !”

Qin Xuan heard the words, not letting say with a laugh: “Sin is extremely evil? This poor monk comes from outside the stars, but it is not the same thing, this so-called son of the prince is the first to make a move, Is it possible this poor monk to be ready Not?”

“Three great kingdoms, great power!”

Ling Ang’s eyes were cold and he stepped forward. Behind him, there was a Primordial Spirit like a mountain, pressing against Qin Xuan.

Nascent Soul, Void Return The Primordial Spirit is enough to affect the real thing. Under the pressure of this Primordial Spirit, Qin Xuan feels like a god, and is as imprisoned.

“The right and wrong, this General has its own judgment!” Ling Ang coldly said: “Today, you will be jailed!”

Just then, Lingang pupil light fretting.

He was shocked in his eyes, looking at Qin Xuan taking a step forward in his Primorial Spirit.

“A big official, you can see this poor monk with a little General, I am afraid it is not enough?” Qin Xuan smiled and looked at Lingang, his eyes calm. “I advise General to accept oneself.” Weifeng, this poor monk comes from the Dazi Temple, if, Mo Yunxing does not want to see the three thousand Buddhas that I have come to the temple!”

Ling Ao’s heart is shaking, three thousand Buddhas?

In the Buddhism, above Void Return, you can call it Buddha.

Three thousand Void Return Powerhouse! ?

His eyes are moving, watching Qin Xuan, Da Zi Temple?

Ling An heard of this temple, is the Buddha Temple outside the top ten Star Field, is the second Buddha Temple, Legend has promoted the First Grade Buddhism.

Just as the emotions in Ling An’s heart were repeated, suddenly, there was a treasure in the air.

A sacred silver armor will guard this scorpion guard. In addition to this scorpion, there is a demon wolf with a silvery back and a youthful ride on the wolf. This youth and the Wende, who was hit hard by Qin Xuan, turned out to be a child. There are some similarities, the only one that is not similar is aura.

A cold arrogance, a gentle as jade, but this youth is already the durability of Half-Step Daojun, Nascent Soul Great Accomplishment.

Ling An turned his head and saw that the pupils suddenly shrank after the treasure, and Baleful Qi gathered up, suddenly slamming on one knee.

“The last will be Ling, see three Princess!”