"Yaotian Palace, the evil sect, has survived for thousands of years, and should have been extinct long ago. Keeping you is just because I, the Buddhist sect, are compassionate, with a heart like void, and cannot tolerate anything. Now the war between all races has just passed, and the world has changed. The moon is when the Buddha's light shines on the heaven and earth. You should put down your butcher's knife and enter Buddhism to take refuge."
Among the three saints, an old man with a long beard put his palms together and his face was full of compassion.
Judging from the tone of voice, he is a completely decent person.
Facing the pressure, Fairy Zhenyuan stood up with difficulty and smiled miserably: "Master Puqing, why are you so duplicitous? What you practice is Buddhism. Do you really have a Buddha in your heart? Invite the Temple of Heaven to establish a sect of 11,300 Years ago, the entire Putuo South China Sea covered 190,000 miles. In recent years, it has been gradually eaten away by the eight Buddhist sects, but only one island remains.
The spiritual veins have long been taken away, and the medicine field and Wuyun Mountain have also been deprived. I have invited Tian disciples from 30,000 to more than 500 now. Isn't it enough?
Miss Yaotian, Furui from my Yaotian Palace, was also..."
"Fairy Zhenyuan doesn't need to be glib."
Master Puqing interrupted, sighed and said: "Isn't this the fate of the Yaotian Palace that has run out? I'll tell you the truth, this palace has been spotted by my Buddhist nobles and is used as a place of dharma. If you leave, you will That’s all, he’s stubborn and won’t do anything, so he’ll have to go on a killing spree!”
Fairy Zhenyuan wiped the blood stains from the corner of her mouth: "Didn't Master kill enough?"
The master Puqing looked ugly and said: "No matter! No matter! God has the virtue of a good life! If you can block my purple gold alms bowl, I will leave you a way to survive!"
Stretch out your palm and slap it hard.
A purple Buddhist spiritual treasure bowl with golden light fell from the sky, shooting down a million kilograms of force and intertwined with the majestic golden light of the Buddhist holy patterns.
Fairy Zhenyuan had a depressed expression on her face, making secrets with her right hand, and with the sword at her waist wrapped in bright true energy, blessed by the exquisite sword pattern of the seven orifices, she ran towards the alms bowl.
There was a roar of "buzz".
There were more cracks in front of the hall. The True Essence Fairy was only in the middle realm of human saints and had not cultivated divine power. She couldn't help but vomit blood again, and the sword in the air was slowly pressed down by the alms bowl.
Her back gradually became stooped, and her eyes were bloodshot.
"master!"
A group of disciples behind him yelled angrily and stepped forward, but they were unable to touch the fight between saints.
"If my ancestor comes back, Buddhism will not be able to live in peace..."
Fairy Zhenyuan could no longer hold on, her head was buzzing, and her heart was filled with hatred, and she couldn't help but say these words.
"Hahaha, your ancestor, you don't really think... hiccup!"
Master Puqing looked up to the sky and laughed. He lost all the compassion of a Buddhist disciple. He only stopped laughing halfway.
I saw a person standing behind the True Essence Fairy, a young man who didn't know when or why he appeared. He couldn't tell the slightest bit of cultivation. He stood alone beside the True Essence Fairy, completely unafraid of the fight between saints.
Xin Zhuo silently looked at the scene around him. Something happened somewhere. If he came a little later, would the inheritance of the Holy King of Tiger and Evil really be gone?
He stretched out a finger and pressed it on Fairy Zhenyuan's back.
Fairy Zhenyuan also noticed him, but she was fighting with Pu Qing and couldn't tell the difference carefully. She also felt curious in her heart. At this moment, when she saw the other person pressing her back, she thought he was a master of the Eight Sects of Buddhism. She couldn't help but feel despair. Who would have expected? I only felt a strange force entering the Dan Sea, and then leading from the Dan Sea to the limbs and bones, and then an infinite power was generated in the body.
"boom--"
The sword in the sky emits nine-colored rays of light, swaying fiercely.
The alms bowl was instantly torn apart, and the powerful Master Puqing spurted out a mouthful of blood and flew upside down.
"Brother!"
The two human saint masters behind him were startled, and each waved their palms to bless Puqing.
Unexpectedly, the nine-color zhenqi swayed again, and the three of them groaned together, flew out far away, smashed into a mountain peak, and then fell into the sea water along with the messy gravel, rolling up hundreds of feet of waves, and disappeared.
It was quiet.
Xin Zhuo let go of his hand, as if he had done nothing, and turned around to walk towards the Temple of Invitation to Heaven.
A hidden dragon jumped up from afar and followed him in.
"this……"
Fairy Zhenyuan put away the sword, and the power in her body suddenly retreated, becoming extremely weak. She couldn't help but stir up a storm in her heart, and she suddenly looked back.
But he found that a group of disciples were also stunned.
A female disciple said infatuatedly: "Is this person the ancestor?"
This kind of understatement, like beating a child to defeat the three saints who have guarded the South China Sea for countless years, is really unheard of.
Fairy Zhenyuan shook her head and walked towards the main hall with difficulty, her face full of confusion. Buddhism has been flourishing for countless thousands of years, and it spans the heaven and earth in this region. Who dares to go against Buddhism?
What kind of cultivation is that young man?
…
The interior of the Hall of Invitation to Heaven is very empty, and the decorations are all tinged with ancient purple, all of which have been patinated with pulp. There are curls of sandalwood in the room, giving it a somewhat ancient feel.
In the main hall is a huge statue, holding a sword in one hand and standing proudly in all directions, vaguely looking like a tiger trying to kill the Holy King.
Xin Zhuo respectfully offered the incense. Even if this Tiger Saint King was not the remnant soul of Wangyue Well, he would be of great help to him.
"My dear brother, I tell you that you don't need to take action. The world is full of chaos and competition. The power of Buddhism is so huge that it is unparalleled. Why bother with them?"
Hidden Dragon on the side said slightly complaining.
Xin Zhuo hesitated for a moment, shook his head and said: "I am entrusted by others to do something loyal to others. What can I do? You also saw that I didn't do anything at all!"
"Pap..."
There was a sound of footsteps behind him.
Fairy Zhenyuan walked in with a group of blood-stained disciples, and they all paid homage.
"This junior invites the current master of the Heavenly Palace, dare I ask the two seniors..."
Fairy Zhenyuan was full of doubts. In the short time it took her to go from outside the palace to the palace, she thought about countless possibilities, but she never thought of who this person was.
Xin Zhuo sat down on the futon under the statue and said, "I'm here at the request of the tiger master!"
Fairy Zhenyuan and a group of disciples were shocked, and then they looked overjoyed and knelt down in a hurry: "May I ask, senior, where is the ancestor? When will he return?"
Xin Zhuo thought about it for a while and decided to lie. This invitation to heaven palace has been full of bitterness since its establishment, so why give up their hope, and said: "He is in another domain, practicing hard in seclusion, and it may take many years." Only then will he return!"
When Fairy Zhenyuan finally heard the news about her ancestor, she couldn't help but be overjoyed and fell to the ground respectfully with tears streaming down her face.
Xin Zhuo glanced around and asked, "Where is Miss Yaotian?"
Fairy Zhenyuan's face instantly turned pale.
…
Master Puqing was dripping wet and staggering on the winding mountain stairs of a mountain island, his old face full of heart palpitations.
He also carried a rope on his shoulder, dragging two junior brothers who were seriously injured and unconscious.
All warriors in the world are just ants if they have not entered the holy realm. He has already entered the holy realm, but he still feels like an ant.
He was known for his strength throughout his life. He was born with divine power and practiced the Buddhist Vajra Bodhi technique. Even if he competed with other great sage masters in terms of strength, he would not give in too much. Why was that person who was in the first stage of the great sage, but he was ten times stronger than him!
Who is that person? monster! !
Finally, when we arrived at the mountain gate of Jianren Buddhist Sect, we could already see the huge, smoky archway and a group of disciples guarding the mountain under the archway.
"Heal your great uncle quickly!"
He gave an order and flew straight to the middle of the hundreds of palaces and Buddhist halls on the island. Finally, he landed in a remote and elegant single courtyard. He hurriedly entered the main hall door and saw seven or eight people sitting cross-legged inside. They all look like young men and women, and all of them have a vague aura, like wild beasts.
"Master Puqing, aren't you willing to give up that small sect? It's just a mere human saint, why does he look like this?"
a woman asked in surprise.
"Seniors of Luanji Mountain, this junior has encountered a strange thing..." Master Puqing sighed softly and recounted what had just happened.
The seven or eight men and women couldn't help but turn cold.
One of them, a young man with golden clothes and white hair, was sipping tea while the old god was there. Master Puqing entered without even raising his eyelids. At this moment, he suddenly raised his head, with a trace of rage like a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood in his eyes: " Does he look like a young man? Is he very handsome? Does he have a pair of dimples on his cheeks? "
Master Puqing was startled for a moment: "Back to Senior Jiang, I didn't see clearly whether he had dimples, but he does look like a boy!"
The young man had already stood up: "Nine-colored glow?"
Master Puqing frowned: "Yes!"
The young man looked straight at the door: "Jiang Yuqing!"
Everyone around him looked at him: "Brother Jiang, what do you mean? Do you know this person?"
Jiang Benchu sneered: "My cousin! I didn't expect him to be here!"
A woman smiled and said: "Even if it's my family, that's easy to handle. I'll go and claim the execution ground. It doesn't count as participating in the disputes in this domain. I'll wait there until the Zhenwu Sect's grand altar opens!"
Jiang Benchu remained silent and suddenly crushed a talisman.
Kavin is in a lot of pain and can’t write anything!
(End of chapter)
