The three headed and eight armed fall of the third Ming King''s Dharma body is only two more arms than the three headed and six armed that Dong Zhuo once exercised.


    Two fists are hard to defeat four hands. What''s more, Dong Zhuo is not only facing four hands, but has eight arms with weapons.


    Eight arms, each holding a Vajra pestle, a conch, a short gun, a sword, a gold cymbal, a gold hammer and other weapons, appeared in front of Dong Zhuo in a blink. Dazzled by the attack, he threw his face at Dong Zhuo.


    As soon as he touched Dong Zhuo, he got several strong blows. The arms as big as two mountains waved like windmills, and even danced with his arms. In the sky, tornadoes were generated out of thin air and wreaked havoc on the earth.


    Rao Shi Dong Zhuo has tried his best, but he is at a disadvantage in quantity. Coupled with his equal strength, he can''t stop all the monk''s attacks, let alone fight back!


    That is to say, he was hit by the monk three times in a row, and Dong Zhuo''s figure staggered and regressed in the sky


    "It seems that benefactor has a great chance and a great magical power. Why don''t you join me and understand the supreme Dharma! In this way, our previous gratitude and resentment can not only be checked in one stroke. With your opportunity and strength, I believe it will not take long to prove the position of Luohanguo. Even the Bodhisattva and Buddha fruit positions are not without hope. Isn''t it much better than you sinking into this constant sand world?


    Our Buddhism is vast and universal. Even if benefactor has committed many evils, there is still hope to enter our Buddhism... "


    The monk with three heads and three mouths, in addition to one face staring at Dong Zhuo, the other two faces, with a sharp mouth, continue to preach to Dong Zhuo.


    Pop!


    Dong Zhuo''s huge body suddenly flew out like a meteor.


    His figure is getting smaller and smaller in the process of flying upside down. At the moment of landing, it completely became the size of a normal person.


    Dong Zhuo flew up from the ground. Except that his hair was a little messy, he didn''t look red and out of breath. I don''t know the way someone beat me up.


    "Master!" With a lazy and evil smile on his face, Dong Zhuo''s eyes are unprecedented dignified“ What kind of law do you practice? Do you like Zen? "


    It seemed that Dong Zhuo was confused, and the three headed and eight armed Ming king also narrowed down. Standing in the same void as Dong Zhuo, the three faces looked different and said in one voice: "if the benefactor wants to practice happy Zen, the little monk is naturally willing to teach the true dharma!"


    As he spoke, the shape of a magic instrument in the monk''s arm suddenly changed. Turned into a volume of Buddhist light, like a bamboo slip.


    Palm leaf Sutra! A scripture written on the leaves of the bedoro tree! This is what Tang Sanzang took from scriptures!


    Obviously, what the monk took out was a Buddhist practice method.


    From the monk''s short words just now, it is not difficult to judge. Above the true God, there is a more powerful existence.


    All along, although Dong Zhuo can shuttle through many worlds, perhaps because of the limitations of the world itself, Dong Zhuo can no longer find the way ahead since he has reached the realm of true God.


    The monk with the Dharma body of the Ming king who descended to the third generation has come up with such a set of skills, which obviously has a great attraction to Dong Zhuo.


    Dong Zhuo''s heart moved, pretending to despise and glanced at the volume of shell leaf Scripture“ Are you thinking too well? A mere set of joyful Zen will not change my family! "


    Three faces frowned at the same time. The monk was silent for a moment“ I don''t know which religion you are practicing? "


    Dong Zhuo suddenly felt that he was about to touch a world that was enough to subvert his previous cognition.


    "Who taught you?" As soon as his words came out, Dong Zhuo thought his problem was too stupid. Can the monk be the one who taught? Nature is Buddhism, no doubt!


    But the monk''s answer surprised him.


    "Little monk, the Buddha leads his disciples!"


    How many days? Dong Zhuo felt more and more puzzled. Isn''t Dou leading Tian the residence of the supreme old gentleman?


    Although in the novel of journey to the west, the supreme Lao Jun lives in the dourate palace of Li Hentian. But in fact, dourate''s heavenly palace has nothing to do with Taishang Laojun''s fart.


    Doushutian is one of the four heavenly kings of Buddhism, Fuli heaven, night skyscraper, doushutian, hualetian and other self-centered heaven. It''s all Buddhist.


    Seeing Dong Zhuo meditating, the monk immediately felt that he had an opportunity to take advantage of it. With a vertical figure, he suddenly appeared in front of Dong Zhuo, and the three faces were ferocious and terrible. He smiled and said, "go to hell!"


    Dong Zhuolang, who had never relaxed his vigilance and saw the monk sneak attack on himself, said: "the way to observe heaven, the way to advance and retreat, and the way to hold heaven; Follow your word. Dayan boundary! Open! "


    Having just experienced a great war on the long river of the world, he is now exhausted. Now the monk who rushes too hard is shrouded by the boundary of Dayan.


    "No... impossible!"


    In Dong Zhuo''s great Yan boundary, even the true God of the same level can not be his opponent. This is the strength of Dong Zhuo''s courage to face the real God who is about to be detached with a mere yuan God.


    The Dayan boundary is indeed strong, but it is not without shortcomings. The only drawback is that the deployment speed is too slow. If the true God wants to escape, the expansion speed of Dayan boundary can''t cover the true God at all.


    "What''s impossible!" Dong Zhuo, who was holding the winning ticket, finally breathed a sigh of relief. Walk slowly to the immovable monk who is fixed in place by himself.


    "You... You have Dongtian seed! Why... Why stay in the constant sand world? " Unable to move, the monk''s three faces shed cold sweat at the same time.


    Dongtian seed?


    A noun that Dong Zhuo didn''t understand jumped into his ears.


    There was a ferocious smile on his face. Standing in front of the monk, Dong Zhuo said, "I''m more and more interested in your secret. Your secret has completely scratched my itch! "


    Although I only had a short conversation with the monk. But Dong Zhuo vaguely felt that the monk was very important to himself.


    In the words of the flood and famine stream, this monk is the key to Dong Zhuo''s success! Just swallow him and get his memory. Then Dong Zhuo can shout loudly, I have become a success!!


    "You... What are you going to do?" Looking at Dong Zhuo''s palm extending towards himself, it gradually turned into a black and red perfect virus. A premonition of disaster shrouded the monk''s heart.


    "Be a part of me!"


    Hiss, hiss


    The hairspring like perfect virus is frantically pouring into the monk''s body.


    "What is this? You... You want to devour me... No... Let me go, I will give you all my inheritance! Beg... "I felt my flesh and blood, memory, and even three-thirds of the position began to be swallowed up by the hairspring invading my body. The monk''s face became more and more frightened.


    Just then, a gentle voice full of malice sounded in my ear.


    "Swallow you. Everything you have is mine! "


    The monk''s consciousness has completely disappeared!


    Just then, a brain bag with long hair poked into the unhealed crack in the sky of the beheading world.


    When he saw that Dong Zhuo was swallowing the monk, the facial features of the big head suddenly showed a look of panic. He hurried back along the crack again.


    The golden body was quickly replaced by the black and red color of the perfect virus. Without the obstruction of the monk''s consciousness, the remaining flesh and blood was swallowed up by the perfect virus in an instant.


    "Burp..." after swallowing the monk with real God strength, Dong Zhuo couldn''t help burping. Watch the constant collapse and turn back into the right hand of the perfect virus. Dong Zhuo frowned.


    "It seems that I''ve had enough this time! I didn''t expect that even the real God at the end of the crossbow was so strong! Fortunately, I didn''t rush to read his memory, otherwise I''m afraid I can''t keep my own consciousness now! "


    Looking at the closing crack in the sky, Dong Zhuo said somewhat disappointed: "it seems that the remaining true God has fled far away! What a pity! "