At this time, the demon-slaying square of the Buddha Temple was already empty. In the main hall of the Buddha Temple, the abbot of the Buddha Temple, Jing Kong, and all the eminent monks of the Buddha Temple were looking at a mirror.
And the mirror glowed with a faint white light, and the situation in the pagoda was reflected in the mirror.
The battle in the pagoda was also reflected in the mirror.
"Amitabha, I didn't expect that the eldest son of the Bai family has such a high level of cultivation. It seems that these guys are going to suffer." An eminent monk couldn't help but sigh as he watched the burly figure cut into nothingness by the power of Bai Shaoheng's swords.
"Alas, these guys are immortal, and only Buddha lamps can kill them. The Lord Buddha once left a prophecy, saying that someone will come with a Buddha lamp, but with so many practitioners, who can Buddha lamp." Jingkong, the abbot of the Buddha Temple, had a solemn look on his face and said with a long sigh.
"Abbott, Huiyuan has been possessed by a demon, and his whereabouts are unknown after entering the pagoda. Do you want to clean up the door?" The angry-eyed monk on the side asked Abbot Jingkong.
"That's all, that's all. Although Huiyuan has been possessed by the devil, he is still willing. Now that he has entered the pagoda, he has his own destiny." Abbot Jingkong waved his hand and said, while the monks also bowed their heads and remained silent.
"The prophecies of Buddhism are never wrong. This catastrophe is not only the destruction of our Buddha Temple, but also the transformation of our Temple. The world of Buddha will never go back." An old monk with a white beard walked out slowly , he said to the monks.
"Elder Mingchen, why did you come out? Aren't you in retreat?" Master Jingkong asked in confusion when he saw the white-bearded old monk appearing in the main hall.
"Such a big thing has happened to the Buddha Temple. If I don't come out, the entire Buddha Temple will be destroyed." Although the white-bearded old monk had a look of responsibility in his eyes, there was a look of helplessness and bitterness on his face.
"Elder Mingfa, Lord Buddha's prophecy is not wrong. This time is a turning point. In order to suppress these demons in the Buddha World, the Buddha Temple has spent several generations of elders. This time it can be considered a complete decision. "The Jingkong host showed a resolute look on his face, and he said to the long-bearded old monk.
"After all, they are also from the pagoda world. Although they have been fighting with our pagoda temple for tens of thousands of years, alas..." The old monk with a long beard sighed, but he did not finish his sentence.
"Elder Mingfa, this matter should be settled. Even if we come to this Cangxuan realm, we must base ourselves on this Cangxuan realm. Although Xihao Tianlong Temple has some criticisms of our temple, it also recognizes the pagoda Temple." Abbot Jingkong persuaded the long-bearded monk.
"You can figure it out for yourself. I just want to have the opportunity to return to the world of pagoda. After all, this is a foreign country. The older I get, the more I fall in love with my hometown." Elder Mingfa let out a long sigh, expressing endless melancholy and helplessness, and indescribable bitterness. and vicissitudes of life.
Elder Mingfa came quietly, but then left quietly. But the main hall was completely silent. Who didn't miss his homeland and who wanted to live under the fence for a long time.
Then the fairy road in Cangxuan Realm has been cut off, and all roads to the outside world have been cut off. Even if they want to return to the pagoda world, it will be difficult and they will surely sink into the vast river of time and space.
Ding Xiaoyi always has the illusion that he feels like he is being watched. And this feeling is extremely strong.
After reaching the realm of Kenshin Wuzan, he is extremely sensitive to these dark auras. He felt like someone was watching them, but he couldn't find out who it was.
Because he couldn't feel any breath of the person under surveillance, not even a breath at all. Even though his sword intention is impeccable, he is extremely sensitive to the surrounding aura, even if a tiny ant passes by.
His sword intention can be easily captured, but the feeling of being watched by others is getting stronger and stronger.
Bai Shaoheng's face looked a little ugly. He looked at the burly figure that had reshaped his body. With a move of his right hand, the two long swords turned into streams of light and lingered around him.
And his biggest limit is that he can only use two swords. Another sword will definitely encounter backlash, because his soul and spiritual power are not enough for him to support three flying swords.
"Come here." Bai Shaoheng was furious when he saw Ding Xiaoyi's relaxed look. I worked hard and fought desperately with the alien cultivator, but the other cultivator was relaxed and comfortable.
This made him feel very unhappy, and he was very unhappy, so naturally he wanted to find a punching bag. And Ding Xiaoyi has no background whatsoever and happens to be a better punching bag.
The others were all the major clans in Shangzhou, so he could only vent his grievances on Ding Xiaoyi. Another reason is that he has long coveted the mysterious sword behind Ding Xiaoyi.
He felt that the long sword Ding Xiaoyi was carrying behind him must be of a higher grade than his own flying sword. If he gets the mysterious long sword behind Ding Xiaoyi, his strength will increase again.
And he vaguely felt that the sword behind Ding Xiaoyi was definitely extraordinary.
"You called me..." Ding Xiaoyi was a little surprised. He pointed to his nose and then asked in confusion.
Is the eldest son of the Bai family so angry that his brain is broken? Don’t you understand the enemy’s current principles? Why are you still looking for trouble for yourself?
"I'll lend you your sword," Bai Shaoheng said to Ding Xiaoyi in an unquestionable tone. But Ding Xiaoyi's eyes narrowed. He finally knew Bai Shaoheng's true plan. It turned out that the other party still couldn't forget his sword.
"Why should I lend it to you?" Ding Xiaoyi was unhappy, why should I lend his sword to Bai Shaoheng. Could it be that I am the weak persimmon?
But Bai Shaoheng's expression changed several times, and there was a hint of murderous intent in his cold eyes.
Ding Xiaoyi has rejected him for the second time, and as the proud son of the Bai family, he is also one of the chief disciples of the Imperial Capital Jiange.
Aren't these two levels of identity enough? Feeling Bai Shaoheng's faint murderous intention, Ding Xiaoyi grinned, and the other party became angry with embarrassment.
But he was not afraid at all. Recognizing swordsmanship and sword intent, Bai Shaoheng was only allowed to carry his shoes. The Destiny Realm is amazing. I don't even pay attention to the Xiaoyao Realm, so what does the Destiny Realm mean?
Ding Xiaoyi's eyes narrowed slightly, with a look of amusement on his face.
"Boy, haven't you seen that only Mr. Bai can defeat the demon here? If you are wise enough, lend the sword to Mr. Bai. We will also search for the lamp oil for the Buddha lamp." A member of the Jiang family The master was dissatisfied with Ding Xiaoyi's approach. He felt that Ding Xiaoyi did not understand the general situation.
"Oh, then Mr. Bai wants to get a wife, can you, the female members of the Jiang family, lend him a wife?" Ding Xiaoyi rolled his eyes and counterattacked without any politeness.
"You..." The master of the Jiang family pointed at Ding Xiaoyi but couldn't say a word. At this moment, Ding Xiaoyi didn't play according to the routine at all, just like a gangster in the market.
Ding Xiaoyi's face has long been refined to the level of a land fairy. Following his master in the rivers and lakes, he has never seen any kind of people.
A few incompetent and face-hungry masters of the family were vulnerable in his eyes.
"This young hero, since Young Master Bai has asked you to borrow the sword, he must be confident in defeating this demon. I hope this young hero can do it." Another master from the world cupped his fists and said to Ding Xiaoyi.
But the expressions of the other family masters changed slightly. Why should he be so polite to a mere casual cultivator with no background?
Although the tone of the worldly master was polite, Ding Xiaoyi clearly caught the strong murderous intention hidden deep in the eyes of the worldly master.
This is a guy who hides a knife in his smile, is more dangerous and more hypocritical. Ding Xiaoyi touched his nose, and then said: "Can't all the powerful forces in Shangzhou come up with a useful weapon? Why don't you give him your own weapon?" The master of the family thought that he was so polite. Those words will definitely attract the favor of the commoner boy.
And the master of the family was also very sure that the commoner boy would definitely agree. Then, Ding Xiaoyi refused again, and refused completely.
This made the master of the world blush, and he suddenly felt an endless surge of humiliation.
"Boy, don't skip the toast and eat the fine wine. We want to borrow the sword because we respect you, otherwise don't blame me for being violent." The face of the master of the family changed, and he shouted angrily at Ding Xiaoyi with a ferocious look.
"Why, are you so angry? Come and get it yourself if you have the ability." Ding Xiaoyi's face showed a frosty look, and he said coldly to the master of the world.
