(Third update)

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The sound of the Sanskrit comes from the spear head, and the golden flowers flow. Wuhua makes the angrily look like a vajra, and the Buddha's name is clamoring. ()

Three thousand Buddha sand swept towards the White Ape's Lord like a storm. The White Ape's Lord was injured in the calf and could not exert enough force. He could only open his hair and endure the biting Buddha sand.

At the same time, An Bochen did not stop and took two quick steps, holding a gun in his right hand and directly snatched the white ape's lower ribs with his left hand, and pinching the seal with his left hand to blast out a thunder tide to attack the white ape's throat.

The white ape's life owner has thick fur and is invulnerable to swords and guns, but it also has a life gate. Compared with the limbs and backs, its ribs and neck are obviously weak. Amber's dust spear and thunder are raised together, and the unpretentious magic killing wand made the white ape's life owner scream and unable to block and retreat.

The two of them seemed to be sure to win, but the White Ape's master had a natural cultivation level after all. Although his body skills were chaotic, he never lost.

Forced to such a state by two stepping stones, the White Ape's life master was so angry that he finally stopped hiding. He endured the severe pain and clamped Wuxie with his right arm, and waved his left hand to hit the demon-slaying wand.

The fist and sticks were fighting each other, and Wuhua's stick was old, and a red tide flashed across his face, and he couldn't stop retreating.

The White Ape's Lord, who had been frustrated for a long time, regained his disadvantage in one fell swoop, and couldn't help but whistle to the sky. Under the snow-white fur, the eyes that looked like humans and apes were trembling, as if they were about to break open. In a blink of an eye, something caught An Bochen and Wuhua off guard happened. The White Ape's Lord stood up suddenly, not only his eyes, but also his fur seemed to be shattering, and then gradually became thicker and longer.

In just two moments, the body of the White Ape Lord had grown three or four times larger, as huge as five Amber Chen, like giants, and it was still growing.

Huo Chuanyun, who was watching the battle not far away, felt a hint of murderous intent flashing in his bronze pupils.

Emperor Kuang could tolerate him to be half-hearted and free, but he could not tolerate him not to save him when he died. Therefore, Huo Chuanyun secretly reminded An Bochen to leave his life to the Lord of the White Ape. The Lord of the White Ape regarded An Bochen as a stepping stone and killed him quickly. To others, Huo Chuanyun's words were extremely absurd. Wouldn't he betray An Bochen himself in a desperate situation?

But Huo Chuanyun knew that Anbo Chen must have a wonderful method to make the White Ape's owner live even though he died, just like what he did to Yuan Sanlang in Taiqing Town that day.

However, Huo Chuanyun did not expect that the White Ape's life owner would have a move that he didn't even know about, and could become a real giant ape, which was somewhat similar to the story in "The Strange Talk of the Great Kuang God". He was sure to win, but he was at a disadvantage again because of the variables. He could only do this.

With the cicada wing sword in hand, Huo Chuanyun stared at the white ape's master with cold eyes, and the tip of the knife had locked the ape's eyes.

After his move, Emperor Kuang would not allow him any longer, the consequences would be beyond his control, and the master's plan was defeated.

But how could he sit and watch his only friend die before his eyes?

The night wind swept through, and his long hair fell. Huo Chuanyun smiled and was about to shoot out.

At this moment, a Buddhist voice came from my ears.

"I am merciful!"

Wuhua, who was forced back by the White Ape's master, released the magic-slashing wand, clasped his hands and recited it, solemn and majestic.

He did not have the experience of Huo Chuanyun's ups and downs, nor did he have the outstanding achievements of An Bochen from south to north. However, his life was mysterious. He could not wash away all the tyrannical things in his eyes for eighteen years, but he was so cruel that he could not wash away his eyes. He walked out of Qingtian Temple and Qin State. After silence for eighteen years, he was destined to become one of the brightest stars, causing trouble for the world and disrupting the storm.

To make a name for himself, you naturally need to find a stepping stone. In front of the Buddha, the ascetic monk has an ambition that is unwilling to be lonely. For Wuhua, it is most appropriate to use the white ape master in front of him as a stepping stone.

The Buddha's voice fell and the sky's eyes opened.

The black and white halo flowed from it, gradually turning into everything in the world, sprinkling to the White Ape Lord who was nearly ten feet tall.

The eyes opened twice in a day, and the unpretentious and handsome face was as pale as paper, but those eyes became more and more hot.

The White Ape's Lord was shot by the Tiange's eyes, and even if he had a Tiange's cultivation level, he would not be able to move for a while.

An excitement floated on the corner of his mouth, Wuhua jumped up and snatched at the White Ape Lord, but someone was one step faster than him.

Wuxie walked around an arc and hit the white ape's chest. The white ape flew backwards. An Bochen followed closely, with waves rising and falling in his right eye, showing nine purple beads.

Huo Chuanyun, who was not far away, laughed when he saw this, rolled up the cicada wing knife and slashed it out of thin air, stirring up dust, which just happened to flood Anbochen and the White Ape Lord.

The moment the dust swelled, An Bochen understood it, and thunder appeared in his right eye. The nine thunder beads flew out "swoosh" and drilled into the right eye of the white ape master.

"Bang!"

Blood splashed, and the White Ape's Lord closed his eyes tightly in pain. Finally, he broke free from the unpretentious magical power of the Heavenly Eyes, but the thunder bead had already penetrated into his body.

This thunder bead is Anbochen's natal magic weapon. The biggest use it knows now is to seize the body of the body and obtain memory of his life, but it can only be used for dead people. Anbochen used the thunder bead for a new person for the first time, but he could not force it. One reason is Yun'er, the second reason is to eliminate the legendary master's plan, and the third reason is that the White Ape master is invulnerable to swords and guns, and he only has this move to defeat him.

The White Ape's Lord was naturally aware of it. The monk with strange vertical eyes and the Langke who was only empty and did not move his sword. The White Ape's Lord was panicked and did not dare to stay. He roared, turned around and stepped on his legs and ran into the dense forest.

Under the control of An Bochen, the Thunder Pearl drilled into the upper dantian, stirring up the heavenly soul, and then drove straight into the lower dantian to bomb the earthly soul hiding in it into powder.

If a person loses a soul, he will be in a daze, let alone lose his soul.

The White Ape's Lord had just run five steps, his body was shaking violently, his eyes were blurred, and he stumbled into the forest the next moment.

"Hahaha, the two are indeed extraordinary. Let's part here today and fight again tomorrow."

Huo Chuanyun's laughter came from his ears. When An Bochen looked back, he saw the boy wearing an evil ghost mask blinking at him, then retreating.

Wuhua obviously didn't have enough appetite to fight, so he picked up the magic killing wand and wanted to chase him, but An Bochen reached out to stop him.

Looking at Huo Chuanyun's back as he walked away, An Bochen's eyes were complicated.

Why did they continue to be the legendary master and become the chess piece in Emperor Kuang's hands? The two of them performed this scene. With Emperor Kuang's scheming, if he really had a good eye and ear, how could he not find it? But Yun'er seemed to care at all. What kind of secret he was so arrogant, which made Emperor Kuang so afraid of

"Master An, what's going on? Who is the one wearing a mask?"

After looking at An Bochen, who was thinking about something, Wuhua asked strangely.

"Yun'er is half his own person."

After a smile, An Bochen told Wuhua all about the story of the legendary master.

Old friends should have had a greeting, but the fight between the two of them was a different way to ask about their well-being.

"The legendary master hahaha, how dare you treat us as a stepping stone. It's a pity that the white ape left."

Not as expected by An Bochen, Wuhua not only did not fear, but showed excitement. Just like when Liujing was born the most handsome man, he was the best fighter. His hot temperament was completely opposite to his Buddha's heart and face.

"Don't worry, the white ape's master is under my control. We will go to Guanzhong to help wear cloth shoes later. That white ape can be of great use."

An Bochen said with a smile, and saw Wuhua stunned, then punched him.

"Okay, every time you have to hide something, you always fight the most popular fight first, but it hasn't changed at all after three years!"

Although Wuhua was complaining, there was a smile in his eyes.

Who would have thought that three years ago, he was amazed by that shot and stopped at Moyun Tower. That stop witnessed a young hero who started from the grassroots, turning the world upside down and breaking the deadlock with one shot. In the years of unpretentious years, the memories of Liu Kyung that year will always make him recall more than all the scriptures and Zen Taoisms. It’s a pity that he left too little pens and ink.

Now that I have walked out of Qingtian Temple, I just met Mr. An, and it was a fight. The world was gradually in chaos, and it was a turbulent momentum. Wuhua didn’t want to miss it again.

"You haven't changed, you're still so different from a monk."

All of them looked at each other with a smile on their faces.

What they had to do next was to go to Zhongdu to help Zhang Bushi and the first Wang Feng kill the other two legendary masters, and then meet Ren Tianming.

But An Bochen always felt that there was nothing left to do.

The dawn of dawn passed through the dense branches and leaves, carrying the forest shadow to submerge An Bochen and Wuhua. His eyes fell to the bead chains on his wrist. An Bochen felt a little warmth in his heart and the corners of his mouth were slightly raised.
Chapter completed!