Jiuji

Fan'er! Come over! Come to me! Blood was constantly flowing out of the man's mouth, his hair was messy, his right arm was broken and hanging limply, and his body was full of spiritual arrows. There was a baby tied in his arms and pressed against his chest. The man's blood spattered on the baby's face, and the baby cried loudly. Don't be afraid, don't be afraid, dad is here, dad will save your mother right now! Tens of thousands of soldiers from heaven and earth densely surrounded the man with the broken arm. Countless magical arrows from heaven and earth hit the man with broken arms like a rainstorm. The true solution to externalization! With the man at the center, a thousand-foot-long ink-colored Dharmakaya appears with two faces and eight hands, one compassionate face and one angry glare! The eight arms expanded outward and countless strong winds cut and shattered the space! This is the true solution to external transformation! The twelve old men at the top stared at the eight-armed body with burning eyes. Forget it, since this kid is obsessed with his obsession, he will give him a ride and seal the Taoist Monument twelve times! Twelve old men made seals together, and a large monument measuring several thousand feet fell from the sky! The big monument slowly pressed towards the eight-armed dharma body! The heavenly soldiers who were closer to the monument were directly overwhelmed by the pressure of the monument and their souls flew away. With arms, body, and eight hands, he clenched fists and struck the monument, boom! The impact of the collision of the fist monument spread like a sea of ​​air, and the sky and the earth suddenly disappeared. The clouds that were hundreds of thousands of miles away instantly dissipated. The one-armed man was bleeding from all his orifices. His fists were already bloody and fleshy, and the white bones were exposed, but he still punched the monument one after another. Ka, ka, the bottom of the monument began to break, and then the whole body of the monument began to break. The twelve old men spurted blood at the same time, with shocked faces, quickly hide the Yuansuo Immortal Formation! The entire monument was shattered and the man rose into the sky. Fan'er, if it's okay, come with me! He held out his hand. The beautiful woman named Fan'er looked at the man with a broken arm covered in blood in front of her, her eyes full of confusion, and her heart was struggling as if she was being squeezed into a ball. Then she turned around and said coldly: You and I are done. Fan'er closed her eyes tightly. The one-armed man seemed to have his soul drained out, his eyes were empty, and he was still muttering: Fan'er... Cough... Why... Why... Twelve old men swarmed up, slapped the man's Tianling with one palm, pierced the man's chest with a sword, and broke the man's shoulder bone with one punch... Man was knocked from the sky Falling into the billowing smoke. No trace.