Chapter 1048 Luanji Mountain, Jiang Clan Jiang Benchu
"Inviting Heaven Palace, Xie Cheng Sect, they have survived for thousands of years and should have been extinct long ago. I only keep you here because of the compassion of my Buddhist sect, and my heart is empty , nothing is tolerated, now Just after the war of all races, the sun and the moon have changed in the sky and the earth. It is the time when the light of Buddha shines on the world. You should put down your butcher knife and take refuge in Buddhism."
Among the three saints, an old man with a long beard has two palms. Putting your hands together, your face is filled with compassion.
Judging from the tone, he is a completely decent person.
Fairy Zhenyuan faced the pressure, 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 Heavenly Palace to establish a sect. Eleven thousand three hundred years ago, the entire Putuo South 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 Yuantian, Furui from my Yaotian Palace, was also..."
"Zhenyuan Fairy does not need to be eloquent. "
Master Na Puqing interrupted, sighed and said: "Isn't this the fate of 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, that's it. If you are stubborn, you will probably go on a killing spree! "
Fairy Zhenyuan wiped the blood stains from the corner of her mouth: "Master, have you killed enough? ”
The master Puqing looked ugly and said: "No matter what! No matter! God has the virtue of good life! If you can block my purple gold alms bowl, you will leave a way for you to survive!"
Stretch out your palm and give it a try. shoot.
A purple Buddhist spiritual treasure bowl with golden light fell from the sky, shooting down a million kilograms of force, intertwined with the majestic golden light of the Buddhist holy patterns.
Fairy Zhenyuan had a depressed expression on her face, and she made a secret with her right hand. The sword at her waist was wrapped with the bright true energy, and she was blessed by the exquisite knife pattern of the seven orifices, and 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 full of 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, without any compassion for Buddhist disciples, he just laughed. Half of it, stop life and death.
I saw a person standing behind the True Essence Fairy. A young man. I don’t know when or why he appeared. He couldn’t see the slightest bit of cultivation. He was standing alone beside the True Essence Fairy. He didn’t know at all. Afraid of fighting among saints.
Xin Zhuo silently looked at the scene around him. Something happened somewhere. If he came a little later, would the legacy of the Holy King of Tiger and Evil really be gone?
He stretched out a finger and pressed it on Fairy Zhenyuan's back.
The True Essence Fairy also noticed him, but she was fighting with Pu Qing and could not tell the difference carefully. She also felt curious in her heart. When she saw the other person pressing her back, she thought it was a master from the Eight Sects of Buddhism. Unexpectedly, he could not help but feel despair in his heart. Unexpectedly, he felt a strange force entering the sea of dan, and then led from the sea of dan 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, swinging violently.
The alms bowl was instantly torn apart, and Master Puqing, who was so powerful, spurted out a mouthful of blood and flew upside down.
"Senior 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. The three of them groaned together and flew far away, smashing into a mountain peak. Then they fell into the sea water along with the messy gravel, rolling up hundreds of feet of waves. , disappeared.
It was quiet all around.
Xin Zhuo let go of his hand, as if he had done nothing, turned around and walked towards the Temple of Invitation to Heaven.
A hidden dragon jumped up from a distance 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.
Only found that a group of disciples were also dumbfounded.
A female disciple said foolishly: "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 sky and the earth in this region. Who dares to go against Buddhism?
What kind of cultivation is that young man? ...
The interior of the Yaotian Hall is very empty, and the decorations are all tinged with ancient purple and have been coated 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 not to take action. The world is in turmoil and is fought for everywhere. The power of Buddhism is so huge that it is unparalleled. Why bother with them?"
Hidden Dragon on the side looked slightly complaining. Said.
Xin Zhuo hesitated for a moment, shook his head and said: "I am entrusted by others to be loyal to others, what can I do? You also saw it, I didn't do anything at all!"
"Pap..."
There was a sound of footsteps behind him.
Fairy Zhenyuan led a group of blood-stained disciples to walk in with difficulty, and they all paid homage.
"Junior invites the current master of the Heavenly Palace to ask the two seniors..."
Fairy Zhenyuan was full of doubts. In the short time it took 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 am here at the request of the tiger!"
Fairy Zhenyuan and a group of disciples were shocked, and then they looked overjoyed and hurriedly knelt down: "I dare to ask, senior, where is the ancestor? When will he return?"
Xin Zhuo thought about it and decided to let it go. It's a lie. This invitation to heaven palace has been full of bitterness since its establishment, so why give up their hopes and say: "He is in another domain, practicing hard in seclusion, and it may take many years before he returns!"
< br>When Fairy Zhenyuan finally heard the news about her ancestor, she couldn't help but couldn't help but fall 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 wet all over, 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.
Every warrior in the world who has not entered the holy realm is an ant. 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 arrived at the mountain gate of the Jianren Buddhist Sect, and could already see the huge and smoky archway, and a group of disciples guarding the mountain under the archway.
“Treat your great-uncle quickly!”
He ordered, flew hard and flew straight to the middle of hundreds of palaces and Buddhist halls on the island, and finally landed on a In a remote and elegant single courtyard, I hurriedly entered the main hall and saw seven or eight people sitting cross-legged inside. They all looked like young men and women. They all had a vague aura, like wild beasts.
"Master Puqing, aren't you willing to give up that small sect? It's just a mere saint, how can 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.
Seven or eight men and women could not help but turn cold.
One of the young men with golden clothes and white hair was sipping tea while the old god was there. Master Puqing entered without raising his eyelids. At this moment, he suddenly raised his head, with a trace of a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood in his eyes. He was so angry: "Does that person look like a boy? Is he very handsome? Does he have 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 rays of light?"
< br>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? Don’t you know each other? ”
Jiang Benchu sneered: "My cousin! I didn't expect him to be here!"
A woman smiled and said: "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 dispute in this domain, just wait there for the opening of the Zhenwu Sect’s altar!”
Jiang Benchu remained silent and suddenly crushed a talisman.
Kavin is in pain and can’t write anything!
(End of this chapter)