Xiao Yaofei glanced up at him and replied: "The poor monk is powerless to discipline, please ask Senior Brother Wang to discipline on his behalf." ” Wang Daoqian was stunned for a moment, and originally wanted to find a step for himself to go down, so he said this, but instead he took his own army, and was hesitating, Sibao smiled and said: "Welcome to Wang Zhangjiao to discipline." ” "Bunny, I'm afraid you won't make it!"
was provoked in front of so many people, Wang Daoqian couldn't hold his face, slapped the table, jumped to the square outside, pointed at Sibao and scolded: "Do you dare to come out!"
” Sibao immediately stepped forward, stood in front of him, and beckoned to Wang Daoqian.
At this time, a disciple of Longhu Mountain wanted to come up to persuade him to fight, but Mu Han waved his hand and asked them to stand on one side, and then looked at the two who were about to fight with interest.
Qingcheng Mountain is a famous sect in the first echelon of the spell world, but Wang Daoqian's strength is a little worse than that of several great grandmasters, and he is accurate to be first-class, he looks at the four treasures, and he is a little weak-hearted, but at this point, it is not possible to do it, he is thinking about how to retreat, so he felt a whisk of dust from his sleeve, walked towards the camp step by step for the four treasures, and said: "You rude offspring, if you don't look at your uncle's face today, it will definitely make you look good!"
” Sibao touched his bald head, and said with a smile: "Don't, Boss Wang, you should teach me a hard lesson."
Come on. ” "Speak wildly!"
Wang Daoqian held the dust whisk in his hand, drew it in front of him, and said something in his mouth.
As he swept through the dust, the air flowed rapidly, condensing into the shape of a dragon, and hovering around him.
He made a few more strokes, and the air condensed into seven dragons, circling around him, roaring.
"Heaven and Earth Wind and Thunder!"
Wang Daoqian roared and rushed towards the four treasures, and the seven dragons also pounced in an instant.
Everyone's eyes fell on the four treasures, to see how he broke this move, the four treasures took half a step forward, put their hands together, began to chant the mantra, a Buddha light flew above the head, fell like fireworks, forming a huge Buddha statue, nine heads and eighteen arms, each hand holding a different magic weapon, namely: Yingluo, lotus, collar, bracelet, treasure pestle, golden bow, silver halberd, flag, treasure, token, bowl, relics, the other six hands are facing each other, and they are holding each other.
Half of the Buddha statues in their hands are shining, and the images are more realistic, like a real Buddha in front of them, rather than Xu Chang's.
"W-What kind of spell is this!"
There were many people on the spot who screamed, they didn't have the knowledge of a grandmaster, and when they saw this for the first time, they were dumbfounded, and they didn't understand what kind of spell it was.
The words "Golden Arhat" quickly spread, and the public was even more surprised, all the Buddhist disciples looked at the Four Treasures with sparkling eyes, and the corners of their mouths showed an intriguing smile, and said to a disciple next to them: "Who said that the Daomen has now suppressed the Buddhist Gate, and the Buddhist Sect has more magical powers!"
” Wang Daoqian looked at this formation, and was actually a little cowardly, but now it was difficult to ride a tiger, so he had to shout, and the seven dragons flew towards the four treasures, surrounding the golden-bodied Arhat above his head, and attacked wildly.
The golden-bodied Arhat held a magic weapon in his hand and calmly defended it.
One of the seven dragons sprayed water, one spit fire, one sprayed thunder, one used his body to clamp the opponent, one coiled like a mountain, pressed down hard, and one spit out mist, wrapping the four treasures and the golden-bodied Arhat in the middle, and the fog was misty, and everyone watched with wide eyes.
"Little monk, I can't do it, my Canglong Jiu Chang can't suppress you!"
Wang Daoqian used the method of dusting to control the seven dragons, jumping up and down, and the movements became faster and faster.
"Buzz ......"
With the seven deafening dragon groans, the seven dragons also used their methods to the extreme, and under their frantic attack, the image of the golden-bodied Arhat suddenly blurred, turning into layers of golden light, attached to the four treasures, forming an enchantment to protect him.
Wang Daoqian saw that the golden body was dispersed, and his heart was overjoyed, thinking that his attack had worked, and continued to attack around the four treasures, shouting in his mouth: "Little monk, if you can't stand it, just say it, poor Dao is still the same sentence, look at your uncle's face, your subordinates ......"
Before he finished speaking, the scene in front of him made him involuntarily close his mouth: A dark cloud drifted from nowhere, covering the sky, gray everywhere, everyone was looking around, the golden light on Sibao's body suddenly rose, this time it did not converge into a golden-bodied Arhat, but a figure, standing on the left side of Sibao's side.
This person composed of Buddha light, wearing a Dharma crown and ancient clothes, holds a lotus lamp in one hand, which is unusually bright, like a two-hundred-watt light bulb.
"Shakti!"
Some Buddhist disciples shouted, and even wanted to kneel down and salute, but they were pulled by the people around them to realize that this was an illusion, and they looked at the illusion of the emperor Shakti who appeared out of thin air, and even a few Buddhist masters such as Xiaoyaofei were shocked, but they were still relatively calm.
The seven dragons began to lay siege to Shakti.
Shakti took out a short spear in his right hand and swept it through the air, the head of the spear slashing through the dragon's body, and it was a huge wound, and smoke flowed from the middle, like blood.
The spearhead slashed again, directly cutting off their heads, and the seven dragons quickly disappeared.
Wang Daoqian stood in place in a daze.
Emperor Shakti took a step forward and threw the lamp in his hand high, and the light bloomed above Wang Daoqian's head, completely enveloping him.
The Buddha's light instantly brightened to the extreme, making everyone cover their eyes.
"Four treasures, don't hurt anyone!"
Xiaoyao Fei shouted with his eyes closed.
After about ten seconds, the brilliance dissipated, and the black clouds also dispersed, and when everyone opened their eyes, the emperor was gone, except for the four treasures, who were still standing in place, leaning over to look at Wang Daoqian—Wang Daoqian was sitting paralyzed in front of him, his mouth half open, and his expression was demented.
Sibao stretched out his hand, put it in front of his head, and stopped for a moment, Wang Daoqian didn't react at all.
"Boss Wang, it's time to eat!"
Sibao shouted, and at the same time flicked his fingers on his forehead, Wang Daoqian's body flicked like an electric shock, jumped up, looked up at Sibao, and saw Sibao with a confused smile, and was stunned all of a sudden.
"Fight, why don't you fight!
What just happened?
Wang Daoqian shouted loudly, Sibao didn't reply a word, got up and returned to Xiaoyaofei, and when he passed by Ye Shaoyang's side, he winked at him.
Only then did everyone present come back to their senses, and they looked at each other for a moment, even though most of them had limited strength, but they also saw the scene just now, and they were not familiar with anything else, just by virtue of Sibao just playing Wang Daoqian, if it wasn't a bullet, but what kind of dangerous means, Wang Daoqian is dead now, and last time.