Shachen frowned.
He was afraid that if he broke the Green Lion's teeth, Tongtian Sect Master would feel embarrassed and would punish him.
but.
But in the eyes of others, it is completely different.
The six-tusked white elephant laughed triumphantly and said, "Are you scared? It's no use. Big Brother once swallowed up a million heavenly soldiers and generals in one gulp. Biting off your arm is a piece of cake for me."
The Golden-winged Dapeng laughed and said, "Brother, remember to leave one leg for me."
but.
They stopped laughing afterwards.
When the blue lion bit Shachen, it felt like it was biting on rubber and couldn't bite it at all. It wanted to pull it off, but found that Shachen's muscles suddenly hardened.
At this moment, he felt as if all his teeth were broken.
When the blue lion opened its mouth, its teeth fell out one by one, and its mouth was full of blood.
He stepped back in horror, horrified.
The steel knife broke directly, but Shachen was unharmed.
The blue lion was confused, the six-tusked white elephant was confused, and the golden-winged Roc was also confused.
Many immortals, Buddhas and monsters were also dumbfounded.
They all knew how powerful the Green Lion was. He was at the peak of the Daluo realm, and his physical body was even more amazing.
It can swallow millions of heavenly soldiers and generals in one bite. When it opens its mouth, it is as big as a city. Its teeth are as sharp as divine weapons.
He couldn't even bite the sand and dust, and his teeth broke.
This is impossible, it's unbelievable.
Shachen patted his bitten arm, then looked at Qingshi and said, "Can't you just stand up for yourself? I can't even give in to you if you're like this."
The blue lion was shocked and angry, but more of it was fear.
If you retreat repeatedly, you will escape.
but.
Shachen reached out and grabbed his head, squeezing him like a kitten.
Seeing this, the six-tusked white elephant rolled up its long trunk and lashed over.
He shouted, "Let my big brother go."
The long trunk lashed out and swept across, as if shattering the space, and the surface of the quicksand river was squeezed into layers of waves.
You can imagine how powerful that long nose is.
but.
Such a powerful long trunk was easily caught by Shachen, who then pulled the six-tusked white elephant over and beat it continuously on the river surface and the ground like a whip.
Bang bang bang.
The six-tusked white elephant had its nose pulled by the dust and instantly lost its balance, like a toy being carried by the dust.
He kept hitting the ground and the river surface, smashing his flesh and blood into pieces.
He was terrified and terrified as if he were dead.
He didn't expect that Shachen would be so powerful, have such great magical powers, and be so strong.
Isn’t he a god? How can he have such tremendous divine power?
The six-tusked white elephant was terrified and despaired.
The fairies and monsters were so frightened that they retreated one after another. Some of them who had guilty consciences were even so frightened that their legs went limp.
What's worse, some people were so scared that they wet their pants.
"How can his physical body be so strong and his power so terrifying? I'm afraid he has already condensed the Primordial Body, right?"
"Impossible, impossible. How could his body be so overbearing and his strength so terrifying? How did he cultivate to that level?"
"Hiss, so terrifying, the Hunyuan Dharmakaya is only this level. Apart from the Wu clan, I have never seen anyone who can cultivate their physical body to the Hunyuan Dharmakaya realm."
All the immortals and demons were horrified and terrified.
In the distance, Fu Hu Luohan, the instigator who instigated the three demon kings to besiege the Liusha River, was stunned by the sight of this scene.
"How can he be so strong? How is this possible? This is troublesome. If the blue lion and white elephant die in the Flowing Sand River, Manjusri and Samantabhadra will definitely blame me."
At this moment, a light appeared.
It was Maitreya Buddha. He said calmly, "What are you afraid of? We still have the Golden Winged Dapeng. I will go to the Flowing Sand River now."
"Haha, it's rare for Shachen to come out of the Quicksand River. I can just rush over and capture him right away."
Maitreya Buddha immediately disappeared from the spot and rushed to the Quicksand River.
His eyes were full of anger and ferocity, with no mercy at all.
When he fell into Shachen's hands, he was extremely angry. Shachen even snatched away his bag of acquired human seeds in front of him, causing him to suffer heavy losses.
His bell-ringing boy also died at the hands of Shachen, and he lost all his reputation.
Even he had to join forces with the ancient Buddha Ran Deng, otherwise he would not be able to withstand the pressure from Tathagata.
He had finally tricked the three demon kings down the mountain and asked them to deal with Shachen. Now that Shachen appeared, he naturally had to take action himself, which would be more certain.
Quicksand River.
Shachen held the six-tusked white elephant, whose flesh had been smashed to pieces, in one hand, and the toothless green-haired lion in the other.
It's like a hunter returning from hunting and reaping two kittens.
The two monsters, the blue lion and the white elephant, had no power to fight back. They were beaten by the sand and dust and their spirits were broken and they had lost all their fighting spirit.
When the golden-winged Roc saw this in the air, he was shocked and angry, with a look of doubt and uncertainty in his eyes.
With a loud shout, he swooped down from the air with a Fang Tian Hua Ji in his hand and stabbed at Sha Chen.
Shachen raised his head and looked at the Golden-winged Roc. Feeling the overwhelming power coming from the Fang Tian Huaji, his face froze slightly.
It is indeed the body and magic power of a quasi-saint, worthy of being a descendant of the phoenix.
Shachen easily displayed his three heads and twelve arms, still holding the green lion and white elephant, but his remaining hands were free to make hand gestures and hold magic weapons.
He clapped his hands, and lightning gathered in his palms; he clapped his hands, and flames gathered in his palms; he punched out, and a violent wind blew from his fists; he pointed his fingers, and at his fingertips, a crescent-shaped scimitar condensed from dust and sand…
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