It Turns Out I am a Dao Ancestor Chapter 128: Buddha sound on the great road, to reduce the drought

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"Boom!"

It exploded with a sound.

The golden Buddha burst into golden light, was swallowed by black energy, and disappeared.

"Broken?"

"Even Master Mingwu is not an opponent?"

"This can't be compared at all, it's terrible!"

"The warlord of the ancient evil gods is so powerful!"

Luo Liuyan looked at this scene, and their eyes were full of jealousy.

"Om..."

Suddenly, in the black air, two rays of blood came out, staring directly at Luo Liuyan and the others.

This stare is like a death stare.

Luo Liuyan's scalp exploded, and hair roots stood up all over their bodies.

The whole person is sinking into hell, shaking violently uncontrollably.

The drought stunned them, and it was extremely difficult to even move a finger.

This is simply an existence that cannot be dealt with.

What to do?

"Boom! Boom..."

Han Yan started to walk towards several people step by step.

Every step, the dust on the ground exploded, and the shock wave rose continuously, hitting everyone in rows.

"Boom..."

Their bodies hit back and forth among the rubble, very miserable.

If it were an ordinary ascension, it would have been blasted into powder by the shock wave.

Nevertheless.

At this moment, they are also seriously injured, falling to the ground, vomiting blood.

"Om..."

The sky trembled.

The Drought Yan stretched out his big hand to cover the sky and peeped down from the sky.

Under the big hand, the pressure is pouring down like a galaxy, descending from the sky with a force of destruction.

The ground seems to be unable to withstand this pressure, and is rapidly collapsing.

As soon as I saw, my big hand was about to press on the five people.

At this time.

"So know Prajna Paramita, it is a great mantra, a great mantra, a supreme mantra..."

The scriptures are flying quickly.

On top of the heads of Luo Liuyan, they quickly gathered to form a 100-meter-high golden Buddha.

The golden Buddha clasped his hands together, muttering words in his mouth.

As Ning Mingming chanted the sutras, the Golden Buddha grew up quickly.

In the blink of an eye, it turned into a two-hundred-meter-high golden Buddha.

"Call..."

The golden Buddha is full of scriptures flying around him.

"Om..."

A golden handprint is condensed into shape, aiming at the big hand that covers the sky and blows away.

"Boom..."

A loud noise.

Han Yan kicked her body straight back, and sat down on the ground.

"Boom..."

The mountains and rivers shook and the dust exploded.

Luo Liuyan and others, soared into the sky.

Finally, he fell heavily to the ground.

I fell dizzy and stared at Venus.

"Howl..."

The Drought Man struggled to stand up, let out a roar, and stared at the Golden Buddha, roaring again and again.

"Damn bald donkey!"

After saying this, Han Yan pulled up the iron chain on his body, pointed it at the golden Buddha, and pulled it over.

"Boom..."

The air bursts and the waves are boundless.

The sky seemed to be split apart, and the explosion continued.

In front of the Golden Buddha, a golden hand condensed again, blocking the front.

"Boom..."

The huge black iron chain directly penetrates the golden hand and draws it on the golden Buddha.

Half of the golden Buddha's body, he was shattered.

Countless scriptures evaporate directly.

The remaining half of the scriptures danced quickly, once again condensed into a 100-meter-high golden Buddha.

"Damn bald donkey!"

Hanyan turned around, staring directly at Ning Mingming.

This moment.

Ning Mingzhi's body is extremely difficult to move like being imprisoned.

Even the chanting speed is several times slower.

"End...finished!"

Sensing that the drought is coming towards him step by step, Ning Mingming's eyes are desperate.

A few kilometers away.

Mo San watched this scene with a sneer.

"God and cunning man?"

"Calculate everything?"

"The means to reach the sky? Omnipotent?"

"Yeah!"

"In my opinion, gods and treacherous people are rubbish!"

"Die!"

Mo San looked at this scene with a cruel sneer on his face.

Farther away.

Mohun looked at this scene and shook his head secretly.

"The gods and treacherous people are so weak? I knew how to use the drought, so I can do it directly!"

"Hey, such a weak body, don't worry, kill him, Drought!" Mohun muttered to himself.

This sounds.

Dry Yan's expression changed.

He stretched out his big hand, aimed at Ning Mingzhi, and pressed it down.

I completely ignored the attack of the Golden Buddha behind him.

Seeing, Han Yan was about to slap Ning Mingzhi to death.

At this time.

"The relic, color is not different from emptiness, and emptiness is not different from color..."

Buddha sound on the road, drifting down from the void.

Countless scriptures fluttered all over the sky, and in an instant, they wrapped Ning Mingzhi.

At the same time.

The drought slapped on Ning Mingzhi's head.

"Boom..."

There was a loud noise.

Han Yan kicked her body straight back and sat on the ground, blocking the river.

After getting up, a heart-shaped lake took shape and the river poured in.

"Call..."

The scriptures flying from the void quickly penetrated into the body of the golden Buddha statue.

The golden Buddha grew rapidly.

In less than a moment, it grew to two kilometers.

Stand up in the sky, shining brightly.

It looks like a **** who opened the world.

"Damn bald donkey!"

Seeing this scene, the drought roars again and again.

Holding an iron chain, he aimed at the golden Buddha and blasted over.

"Shoo..."

The sound of breaking through the sky exploded.

The iron chain came quickly, and it hit the golden Buddha's finger in an instant.

"Ding..."

Metal cries.

Golden Buddha's **** gently pinch the iron chain.

"Damn bald donkey!"

The drought roared again and again, and withered arms suddenly bulged.

Explosive muscles, full of arms.

He pulled hard, and the chain collapsed tightly, as if about to break apart.

However, he tried his best and still couldn't withdraw the chain.

"You have a destiny with the Buddha, accept it!"

The golden Buddha's face doesn't change its color, but he utters the Buddha sound.

Then, gently pinch with two fingers.

"Boom!"

There was an explosion.

The iron chain collapsed into powder and disappeared.

"Boom..."

Han Yan sat down on the ground again, sinking a piece of mud.

When he struggled to get up, another lake took shape.

"Damn bald..."

The words were not over.

"Therefore, the Prajna Paramita mantra is said to be: the mantra: unfolding and unfolding..."

The Golden Buddha opened his mouth, verses from the scriptures, flying in, covering the drought.

"Ah..."

The Drought Man fell to the ground, struggling.

The black energy on his body is quickly dissipating.

These scriptures also flew to Mo Hun and Mo San at the same time.

"Ah..."

Mo San fell to the ground, screaming again and again.

"Damn **** treacherous man, dead bald donkey, stop, stop!"

The black energy on Mo San's body disappeared rapidly at a speed visible to the naked eye.

"Zi..."

There was a sound of frying meat.

Mo San's body quickly melted and turned into a pool of black mud.

A puff of white smoke, mixed with a stench, gushed from him and spread around him.

In the blink of an eye, Mo San only had a skeleton left, standing there quietly.

After the wind blew, the skeleton cracked and burst into dust.

From life to death, that is, in a flash.

"Ah..."

Farther away, Mohun fell to the ground, screaming constantly.

The black qi on the body is quickly disappearing~IndoMTL.com~ The moment the black qi dissipates, the body melts and dies tragically.

"God and cunning man, this time you have won!"

"Meeting again, you must die!"

After finishing speaking, Mohun took out a piece of black air wrapping talisman paper in an expression of incomparable pain.

Gently pinch.

"Call..."

The talisman lit up a black flame.

A figure that looks like an ink soul changes.

The scriptures flew away from the ink soul, all biting on that figure.

"Call..."

The ink soul body slowly disappeared.

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