My Disciples Are All Villains

The vitality gathered by the Octagonal array is not in any way weaker than the Yuanshen Robbery.

In other words, although the Communists of Zhuhong are divine realms, in these eight squares, they are the strong men who plundered the realm.

Even Master Zhengzheng Hai had to be a little surprised.

"Seven Calamities!"

Zhu Hong yelled, mobilized all vitality in the body, and rolled the octagonal array.

The thunderous thunder swept the sky and headed towards the scattered practitioners.

The celestial phenomenon is the seventh robber among the nine robbers and thunderbolts, and it is also the strongest move that the Zhu Hong Communist Party currently controls!

The practicing practitioners have already started to protect their breath.

The weak continue to fall!

The practitioners who have more than one vein in the Vatican Sea have sacrificed the Fa body!

Several Liuxian clutches and Qixing turn souls fall.

The effect of the nine thunder and thunderbolt has appeared!

The octagonal array condensed its vitality into a trance, crackled, and blasted over.

"Abominable!" The practitioners who were working together resisted with all their strength.

"Hundred Calamity Caves!"

Finally, among the scattered practitioners, a meditation body with a hundred calamity holes appeared, and the four-leaf golden lotus was shining!

Blocked in front of the sky.

Zhu Honggong was surprised and said, "It's unfair!"

After working hard for so long, I gathered the octagonal array and made the best move. I was actually blocked by a big move like Baijiedongming!

"Come again!" Zhu Hong was dissatisfied.

The body of Baibaidong suddenly disappeared, and a figure flickered through the air!

That's an old man!

Zhang Chun coming together! ? Not the head Zhang Yuanshan?

Zhang Chunlai looked angry and eyes with fire——

"Come to come!"

Zhang Chunlai flew straight, with one palm forward!

A series of palm prints formed a straight line and smashed towards Zhuhong.

"Thunder!"

The Zhu Honggong once again used the strength of the Octagon to condense into radon, and cooperated with the Thunder to counterattack Zhang Chunlai.

Bang Bang!

The palm print collided with radon on the octagonal vortex!

Ripples are coming.

All the trees around Tiger Mountain broke.

Zhang Chunlai was surprised: "Shen Tingjing has such ability ... deserves to be a disciple of Motiange!"

"Just talk nonsense! Zhang Chunlai, last time I didn't see you in the Sapphire Altar, I didn't expect you to come to your door!" Zhu Honggong pointed out Zhang Chunlai loudly.

"Unfortunately, the divine realm is the divine realm after all! With the Octagon, you want to defeat the old man?"

"Try it then!"

During the talk, the range of the aperture has actually expanded!

Semicircle black and semicircle white are intertwined!

The light from Bafang became more intense.

Zhang Chunlai frowned slightly.

How can such a powerful formation make a small tiger cottage?

He quickly looked around, searching for stronger targets, but unfortunately found nothing.

Yu Zhenghai stood in the Octagonal array, and looked at the scene calmly, nodding slightly, the old man who was working together was not stupid, the old eight had a weaker strength, and had the identity of a disciple of Motiange. To take his life, he didn't achieve his goal. Without a skill, could the eighth man live to this day?

Moreover, there is Si Wuya behind it.

Yu Zhenghai still kept a lively attitude, and his breath tightened.

at the same time.

The suffocation of the Zhu Honggong was completed, and with the stronger Octagonal array, his breath and energy had reached the terrible realm.

The scattered practitioners had incredible faces.

They still underestimated the eighth disciple who left Motiange!

The thunderous sky thundered.

"Stop it!"

Ning consciousness will not be mentioned. After the damage of Feiyu, it is difficult for these practitioners to protect themselves.

The Fanhai area occupies a large number of people. His door is still struggling. While falling from the air, he is trying to resist the pressure brought by the Octagon.

Zhang Chunlai yelled: "The old man said, after all, the divine court is only the divine court!"

Hundred calamity caves appear again!

Different from before, this time is the five-leaf golden lotus.

"Actually concealed Xiuwei." Yu Zhenghai watched the excitement with interest, still without intervening.

Zhu Hong saw that sitting down Jinlian, scalp tingling.

"Who did I provoke?"

Zhang Chunlai broke into the octagonal array with the five-leaf golden lotus hundred calamity caves.

"Ok?"

Yu Zhenghai applauded, "It's a bit capable, knowing how to use the gap in the realm to forcibly break the vortex of the Octagonal Matrix."

The main role of the legal body is to increase its self-cultivation, while deterring the target, and its protective ability. But practitioners tend to focus more on growth and deterrence. Once the law body is broken, it loses its effect.

but……

If you take advantage of the realm gap and use the legal body to suppress your opponents, that is no disadvantage!

Zhang Chunlai was very accurate.

Hiding in the golden body of law, he entered the octagonal array horizontally.

The Fa body resisted all the radon from the Octagon.

Zhang Chunlai's body flickers!

"Eat my husband's palm!"

He left the Fa body, and instantly came to the air about ten meters in front of Zhu Honggong, and shot it with a palm.

"Palm print?"

Zhu Hong frowned and manipulated his energy to block!

Raise your arms!

boom!

Nevertheless, the cultivation of Wuye Yuanshen's territories was far higher than that of Shenting.

The octagonal vitality seems to be stuck by the body of the law, unable to gather!

This palm really hit the Communist Party of China!

Zhu Hong went upside down together!

"Zhaizhu!"

"Zhaizhu!

Brothers looked up and shouted!

The Octagon is gone!

The energy in all directions dissipated.

Zhu Hong volleyed in total and flipped, stabilizing his figure. Qi and blood surged, his arms were sore!

Almost vomiting and bleeding.

"Ok?"

Zhang Chunlai was surprised, "Not dead?"

In the case of a big realm, this palm should be seriously injured even if he does not die.

Are you okay?

Zhu Hong grinned, "Old things ... I can't think of it! Hahaha ..."

"Bao Chan Yi?" Zhang Chunlai noticed the corners of the garments on Zhu Hong's body, and his face was ugly!

This treasure is said to be the treasure of Tianxuan Temple, one of the four great Buddhist gates of that year, how could it be on the disciples of Motiange.

Baochen clothing can be inaccessible among ordinary people, and can prevent radon damage among practitioners!

"Since the old man is here ... swear to take your life!" Zhang Chunlai waved proudly.

Previously scattered practitioners gathered.

"Don't worry about those shrimp soldiers and crabs, I heard that the eighth disciple of Motiange is good at escape ... Surround him. The old man wanted to see, how long Baochenyi can last!

Uh, uh ...

The two divine scenes quickly flew with a few practitioners from the Vatican.

Zhu Hong immediately fell to the ground, crying and crying, "Master ... I can't carry it!"

Yu Zhenghai smiled lightly: "The performance is not bad. I actually knew that using the matrix method to compete with Yuanshen's robbery. Good."

Ok?

Zhang Chun was wrong.

Dignified Motiange disciples, why nod to a middle-aged man?

"Brother ... Hurry up, and go on like this, my little broken cottage will be demolished by this old thing!"

Without the blessing of the formation, even if Zhuhong had a treasure robe, at best it was just a sandbag against crickets. How could he match Zhang Chun?

"Don't be afraid."

Yu Zhenghai took his hand forward and raised his head.

Zhang Chunlai glanced at Zhenghai ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ and said, "Bloody, how could the old man be fooled by you! Take it!"

"Yes!"

Yu Zhenghai noticed his words, "Follow you again", so he turned to glance at the Zhu Honggong, who looked like a mistaken child and quickly lowered his head.

Several practitioners circled in the sky and surrounded the two.

Zhang Chunlai didn't talk nonsense, from top to bottom, straight out of the palm!

Dozens of palm prints fell down in a row.

Yu Zhenghai still has his hands behind him.

Hardly moved.

No rush, no rush, no timidity.

When the palm print arrives--

Yu Zhenghai moved her right hand, flipped her palm around, and shot upwards!

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