"Anyone who dares to kill me, Changchong, you think your life is too long."
Wei Wuji felt the rapid loss of life force in his body, but he was not worried, only feeling happy.
His eyes were blood red, and Feng Lei was even more anxious.
He could see that the old guy could be killed on the spot with just two sword strikes.
Unable to bear it, he looked up to the sky and howled wildly.
…
The old Dragon King was also roaring, but his voice was filled with desolation and sadness. He felt the end and desolation.
The overlords of ancient times are now scattered across the rivers and lakes, their inheritance is lost, and their resources are scarce.
Once he stood out a little bit, he would either be killed, or taken as a mount, or skinned and cramped, or served with a banquet.
Without a backer, the result of losing all your foundation is to be bullied everywhere.
He has been practicing for 1,800 years, but he can't defeat a mere human monk in his twenties and thirties. I have to say that this is a tragedy.
The glory of the past has faded into smoke, and all dragon clans live very humble lives. Today, the ancient overlords have to recognize the reality, grovel, or worship in Buddhism, or seek refuge in heaven.
Otherwise, he will be a ferocious monster in the mountains and will be killed sooner or later.
I have endured for 1,800 years and finally reached Buddhism. I will have a bright future and wash away the sins of my ancestors. How can I die here today?
The old dragon roared wildly, his voice was so helpless, he felt like he was about to die.
…
The people of Jiangzhou had just emerged from the crisis, knelt down to thank the gods for their kindness, and praised the governor for his compassion. Then, they heard the sound of dragons chanting and swords roaring outside the city, and they looked up in shock.
"That's the Dragon King of Hongjiang, I guess. I heard that the old Dragon King did a lot of good deeds on weekdays. When passing by the Hongjiang River, he often rescued ships in distress. Who was fighting with him?"
"It's Master Wei. I didn't expect Master Wei to be so powerful..."
"What's so great about it? I was beaten to the point of disgrace by the Governor, so I have to work obediently."
It has to be said that the people of Jiangzhou have experienced a lot of demon chaos, and their nerves have become extremely thick. Now that they have just escaped from danger, they are immediately in the mood to judge the human-dragon battle, watch the excitement, and gossip.
"I just don't know if the governor will intervene. It seems that the old dragon is already dying."
"What are you interfering with? Nowadays, the three counties are in chaos. Mr. Chen loves the people like his own son and is too busy to be busy. How can he spare the time to go outside the city to save people, no, save dragons."
…
"Amitabha, God has the virtue of good life. Donor Wei, don't get angry. For my sake, how about you stop?"
Faster than the sound, it was a golden light.
Like an arrow, it shot over from a distance. A string of Buddhist beads became colorful and turned into a huge white tiger. The strong wind roared and stood in front of the wind and thunder sword energy, blocking the old Dragon King from behind.
Beads of sweat broke out on old monk Faming's forehead.
He went down to Jinshan Mountain, cleared away some little monsters in the mountains and wild ridges, and enjoyed the respect and worship of the people in the villages and towns.
While waving Buddha's light and promoting the concept of saving people from the world, he held Jiang Liu'er and taught scriptures.
On a sudden whim.
A scene of light and shadow appeared in my mind.
"Chen Guangrui's body was stolen and my Buddha's plan was ruined? This is not a big deal."
His eyes were sharp, and in his ears he could hear the roar of dragons and the sad sound of death.
He turned around and glanced at the people who were kneeling in gratitude, grabbed Jiang Liu'er, turned into a golden light in a flash, and went straight to the city of Jiangzhou.
While he was still in the air, he saw that the old Dragon King was about to die, and Chen Guangrui's body, which was protected by the dragon's tail, was also under the sword's energy. His clothes were torn, and there were traces of blood on his body. He was about to fall apart before his eyes. Killed by sword light together.
This surprise was no small matter.
Without thinking about it, the old monk waved his sleeves and sent Jiang Liu'er to the wilderness. He took a long breath, his body grew bigger, his muscles bulged rapidly, the image of the Crouching Tiger appeared behind his head, and he held rosary beads in his hand. There was a colorful light and it crashed over with a rumble.
Wei Wuji was about to kill Hongjiang Old Dragon when he saw a monk Fa Ming coming to set up a fight. His anger became even more intense. At this time, the man and the sword were one, and he was not afraid of anyone. He opened his mouth and yelled: "Old monk, don't make a mistake about this. You can't interfere. If you don't want your Jinshan Temple to be completely destroyed, just stay aside and watch me kill this evil dragon."
In the Tang Dynasty, humanity flourished. Although Buddhism spread its teachings to the world, it still needed to be judged by the government. The Wei family was a powerful family and had connections with the heavens. These temples and temples were not empty at all. Although the old monk was known as a saint in the world, Wei Wuji was not at all Not false either.
Shang Bo was beaten to a bloody mist in front of him, died tragically on the spot, and no bones were left. He already hated the old dragon to the core. At this time, he was determined to kill, and it was not nice for anyone to say anything.
"Almsgiver Wei, you think too highly of yourself, and you also underestimate my Buddhism. If you don't stop, don't blame the poor monk for being too heavy-handed."
The old monk Faming seemed quite gentle, and he usually spoke softly when talking to people, which made people feel like they were in peace. But in essence, he was able to subdue the dragon and subdue the tiger, and he was very vicious in his heart.
The Buddhist method of compassion is not very good, but the method of subduing demons is very convenient.
At this moment, Wei Wuji couldn't listen to the advice. He raised his eyebrows, chanted Buddhist chants, and shot straight to the sky. He raised his right hand high, held a golden halo in his hand, covered his head and face, and blasted it down.
Let’s talk after you’re convinced.
There is great golden light and the sound of Sanskrit singing.
The strike made the Fengling Fairy Sword explode with thunder and light, and the sky was filled with fire.
…
Jiang Liu'er was brushed away by Monk Faming and stood in the wilderness, staring blankly at his master, who was like a god or a Buddha, soaring into the sky and attacking the fairy sword with all his might, his eyes just blank.
"Really, I didn't lie to you. The old monk has great magical power, is a saint in the world, and has magical means. However, he doesn't care whether you need to find your parents or not, and he doesn't want to send you home. What do you think? "
Yang Lin hid among the blood moles, looking for opportunities to splash dirty water on the old monk.
Of course this is not a lie.
Thinking from the bottom of his heart, Yang Lin also felt that what Monk Faming did was unethical.
In other words, Buddhism's approach is a bit too cruel.
What's wrong with Tang Monk?
You have to suffer so much at such a young age.
From childhood to adulthood, there is no happiness to speak of. All living beings are suffering, so it’s just a last resort.
However, it is obviously possible to make the little guy live a happier life, even if he needs to learn from it in the future, another method will do.
Of course, all of this is just Yang Lin making sarcastic remarks and standing by to comment and criticize from the perspective of a passerby. In fact, it is not necessarily pertinent.
But who told this little guy to call himself father?
Yan Wuling arranged this identity for himself. Since he has accepted this identity, he also has this responsibility. He, Yang Zhutian, really can't do it if he puts on pants and refuses to recognize others.
Of course, it’s hard to see the little guy in such miserable condition...
Destroying humanity and turning him into a tool puppet is really too much for a child.
"Will he teach me my skills?"
The little guy asked silently in his heart.
"No, he will only teach you how to chant sutras."
"Will you take me to find my mother in the future?"
"No, he will let you look at your mother when you are an adult, and then force her to death, making you completely lose your attachment to the world. From then on, you will be a green lantern and an ancient Buddha for the rest of your life."
"Inner demon, you are lying to me, right?"
"What's the use of lying to you little guy? Don't forget, I am your inner demon, I am you, and you are me. In fact, all this is your own idea. Have I lied to you? I believe you can It’s clear.”
"Yes, I can tell the difference. Of course I can. I can feel who is good to me and who is not good to me. The Buddha said that all living beings suffer and the sea of suffering is difficult to cross. What can I do?"
The little guy's heart is weak and helpless, with a touch of sadness.
He didn't have much in the way of resistance.
"You can do something about it. Am I your inner demon? Of course I have to help you. The old monk has no good intentions. How about letting him die? Maybe if someone else becomes your master, you can see your mother."
"However, it seems that he will not die. On the contrary, his opponent is dying."
A trace of blood flashed across the little guy's delicate face, his eyes brightened and then dimmed again.
"You are wrong about this. He will die only after his opponent dies."
Yang Lin said mysteriously.
As soon as he finished speaking, the back of the little guy's hand felt slightly itchy, and the red mole suddenly flashed a golden light and shadow, reaching high into the sky and turning into a golden halo.
At the same time, the old monk Fa Ming smashed down the golden circle with a roar, causing blood to spurt from the corner of Wei Wuji's mouth. The fairy sword sank and the dragon soul vibrated. However, he did not expect another circle of light to appear like a shadow, and hit him with a pop. On the head.
puff……
Wei Wuji was slightly stunned, a trace of astonishment flashed in his eyes, and his head exploded with a bang.
He had stayed with the little Tang Monk for too long. He listened to the old monk's sermons every day and felt the breath of the magic weapon on his body. With Yang Lin's innate understanding, he had already imitated it in a subtle way.
He used Buddhist mantras to transform his body into a circle, and he used his innate immortal golden body to comprehend the skin, and transformed it into a halo of Buddha power, and launched a blatant attack.
At this time, he didn't bother to worry about whether the old monk could see through his true colors.
In fact, the mystery of the little Tang Monk's body was beyond his expectation. Even the old monk himself could not see clearly for a while and was confused by the transformation technique he simulated with his innate immortal aura. .
I thought to myself, did my golden circle magic weapon just create a double phantom?
He killed the opponent in one round.
The thought hasn't passed through my mind yet.
After the ring of light killed Wei Wuji, he disappeared in a flash.
"No, this man can't die."
Monk Faming was startled and suddenly realized, that circle?
Before he could figure it out, a sad and angry roar sounded in the sky: "Fa Ming, you Buddhists have gone too far to bully others, and you dare to kill my son..."
An overwhelming pressure rumbled over from the distant sky.
The whole world shook and trembled.
A rainbow flashed.
The Golden Dragon Fairy Sword soared into the sky, and the sword energy suddenly surged, turning into a golden dragon that stretched for ten miles, and one tail was cut off.
With its majestic momentum, the attack of this sword intention was several times stronger than when it was in Wei Wuji's hands.
Yang Lin's figure flashed, and the incarnation of Jingyuan returned to the blood mole. His thoughts moved, and he smiled in the little guy's mind: "Look, the opportunity will come soon. You'd better think about which monk in the temple should be..." Master, please be better."
"No one is good, I want my mother."
There was a little more liveliness in the little Tang Seng's eyes, and Yang Lin could feel that at this moment, he was actually quite happy.
"The Buddha in the temple is very powerful. That man is very strong, but he doesn't dare to kill the old monk."
The young voice was very calm.
He could actually see so far.
Yang Lin was slightly surprised: "That's right, although Wei Zheng was heartbroken that his son died, even if he beat the old monk half to death, he wouldn't necessarily dare to kill him directly.
The old monk's identity is actually very extraordinary, and he can probably escape. As long as it takes a while, someone will definitely come to rescue him. "
"However, as long as I am here, it will be difficult for him not to die."
A green screen flashed in his mind, and the value of +330,000 martial luck passed by. Yang Lin's voice was calm, but with a bit more murderous intent and desire.
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