Chapter 1470

"Who dares to fight in our Honglian temple and deceive me that there is no one in Honglian temple?"

An indistinguishable age, but it contains the ethereal and grand voice of the Buddha Dharma, which is quickly transmitted from far to near.

Most of the martial artists present don't know the specific strength of the comer.

I can only feel that the breath of the visitor is very strong!

"Nine Star God Emperor?"

Zhao Fang's eyes moved slightly, and a smile appeared on his lips. "Here comes a big fish!"

As for Honglian, she had long been shocked by the momentum just now. If Zhao Fang hadn't protected her with divine power, she would have been killed by the breath contained in her voice at the moment.

"First... Seat!"

Xu Shen's face was swollen like a mountain, especially miserable. He could hardly see his eyes. Even his words were like the sound of a broken bellows.

Buzzing ～

Buzz!

The figure of more than ten Tao is like the sun shining in more than ten rounds, full of holy and powerful brilliance in the eyes, just like the High Holy Buddha, overlooking the world!

Most of these figures are middle-aged monks, as well as two old monks with men hanging on the ground.

"Amitabha!"

Among the first two old monks, the old monk with bright and yellow robes and hair, sang the Buddhist song, glanced at Zhao Fang without any emotion, and easily saw that he was seriously injured behind Zhao Fang.

The old monk has deep eyes.

"Your Excellency, who dares to attack the monk of Honglian temple? Hmm? The smell of virtual rock? You killed him?"

Asked the old monk calmly.

The words are calm, but with a disgusting smell of arrogance and bossy.

"Martial uncle Baoxiang, why talk nonsense with this thief? Since he dares to hurt younger martial brother Xushen, he will die!"

Behind the old monk, a middle-aged monk of the Seven Star God Emperor took a step forward. His cold eyes were like a jackal, showing his cruel awn and staring at Zhao Fang coldly.

"Martial uncle Baoxiang, save Xu Shen's younger martial brother first."

Another monk of the Seven Star God Emperor stepped out.

Standing side by side with the former middle-aged monks.

They looked at each other and shot at the same time.

One killed Xiang Zhao Fang and the other rescued Xu Shen.

The surface accomplishments alone and the accomplishments of both can crush Zhao Fang.

But they didn't underestimate Zhao Fang at all. Especially when they learned that Xuyan was dead, Zhao Fang didn't escape from the strong people in Honglian temple. Instead, he smiled and chanted the strange scene of waiting, which made them have no bottom in their hearts, so they didn't dare to underestimate it.

Although I didn't underestimate it, I didn't pay too much attention to it.

Otherwise, they will not fight each other, but kill Zhao Fang together.

"Die!"

The middle-aged monk who came out first, such as a hungry tiger, rushed at Zhao Fang. His moves were old and fierce. There was no room for relaxation. It was obvious that he wanted to kill Zhao Fang!

Zhao Fang's eyes were slightly cold.

He has never been a good man.

If this group of monks appeared to apologize to him, he might consider letting go of Xu Shen.

But he was wrong!

He underestimated the arrogance and domineering of Honglian temple.

They couldn't help saying, so they killed Zhao Fang directly.

With a desperate posture, he obviously wanted to kill the guy who offended the authority of Honglian temple on the spot.

Since you are ruthless, don't blame me for my injustice!

Sandstorm!

The boundless quicksand suddenly gushed out from behind Zhao Fang, instantly drowning the two monks who rushed.

"Sand storm funeral!"

The mysterious quicksand, which combines the yuan magnetic Jinshan and nine fire, is much more powerful than the green flame quicksand immortal gourd obtained by Zhao fangchu.

Don't say it's just the Seven Star God Emperor. Even if it's the nine star God Emperor, it's not easy to be crushed by such gravity.

Boom!

Boom!

Under the quicksand, there was a dull sound and a scream of extreme depression.

The scream didn't last long.

After several interest rates, everything returned to calm and the scream stopped suddenly.

If it were not for the raised desert, everything would seem to have never happened.

But the two seven star gods who jumped on Zhao Fang were dead and could not die again!

For a while.

The treasure elephant looked slightly changed.

The middle-aged monks behind him also changed their faces and were in danger.

"Huh?"

Old monk Baoxiang, the old monk who has closed his eyes since he came out, opened his eyes and stared at the blue flame quicksand fairy gourd in surprise. A touch of pure light flashed in his turbid eyes.

"Good baby. It's destined to be a treasure tree!"

The Buddhist name of the old monk is treasure tree.

"Little benefactor, give this to me, and the old monk will let you leave!" the treasure tree said calmly.

"Old monk, you have a big face!" Zhao Fang disdained to sneer.

"What a pity!"

The treasure tree shook his head. "Although this thing is wonderful, the power it exerts in your hand only makes you not afraid of the God Emperor. It is useless in the face of the strong God like the old monk!"

"The old monk intended to let you go. You don't cherish it. When you see the Buddha, don't say that the old monk won't give you a chance!"

"Hum, old monk, you have a thick skin. You're just a half step God, and you have the face to call yourself a strong God?"

Hearing the speech, the treasure tree remained silent, "even half step God, it's enough to deal with you!"

As soon as the word "enough" was exported, the treasure tree disappeared in place.

The same disappeared, as well as the treasure elephant!

The two half step God launched the most violent and turbulent offensive against Zhao Fang at the same time.

finished!

It's over!

This was the first thought of the onlookers.

In the face of two and a half strong gods, only the gods can calmly deal with them. Zhao Fang is just a divine emperor. Relying on divine objects, he can compete with the divine emperor.

Now I want to fight with the God Emperor... Can I fight?

This is obviously impossible!

"Ho ho ~"

Xu Shen, who was beaten and couldn't take care of himself, saw this scene, but he sent out a burst of inexplicable and strange laughter, which was full of the pleasure of revenge and killing.

Compared with him.

Honglian doesn't say anything, but stares at Zhao Fang.

Instinct told her that Zhao Fang might lose.

But I don't know why, perhaps out of a woman's sixth sense, she feels that Zhao Fang seems to have something to rely on!

"I've even killed the real God. What can two half step gods do to me?"

Zhao Fang Jie ran laughed, his hair danced wildly, and his anger was wild, just like a demon God.

"Sandstorm!"

The green flame quicksand fairy gourd plug is fully opened, and a large amount of quicksand, such as rolling water for nine days, falls down and instantly submerges the surrounding area.

Although the speed of treasure elephant and treasure tree is amazing, it can't stand this pervasive quicksand. After a few breaths, it is blocked by quicksand and can't store half of it.

Quicksand swept across the sky.

Not only are treasures like precious trees, but even those middle-aged monks are covered by quicksand.

"Sandstorm, big burial!"

Zhao Fang's eyes were cold and his empty hand pressed down!

Boom!

The whole desert trembles, the sand bed drops, and the ubiquitous strangulation force strangles and smashes the prey swallowed by quicksand.

Even the treasure elephant and tree could not escape, and the divine consciousness suddenly collapsed into powder.

Form and spirit are destroyed!

Everyone was shocked!

The red lotus covered her lips and could not hide her shock.

Others were more shocked than her.

Xu Shen's happy smile turned into an unspeakable strange cry. The voice was like a male duck, harsh and ugly, but full of fear.