A swarm of heavy artillery bombarded the cultivators

A handsome man with a bald head and a body filled with earthy Buddha light stood in front of Wei Xian and dozens of Golden Sword Sect warriors.

"Fazheng monk!"

Wei Xian said displeasedly: "This is my trophy. If you want to kill me, go find someone from the Demon Cult yourself."

"Or, when did Prajna Temple join the Demon Cult and you became someone else's Dharma Protector?"

Everyone stared ahead with solemn expressions, not daring to be careless in the slightest.

"Amitabha!"

There was compassion in the eyes of 'Vajra', and he smiled and said: "Donor, please send these Shura to reincarnation again. This is their karma."

But he blocked their way back, closed his eyes slightly, and said nothing.

Wei Xian's face darkened.

"Take my three swords and everything will be yours."

He snorted coldly, and the giant dragon-patterned knife on his back appeared in his hand at some point. It hummed with a roar, as if venting the anger in its owner's heart.

Fa Zheng's smile remains the same.

"The first knife!"

Wei Xian roared, raised the sword with both hands, and the dragon roared everywhere, making the ears of the people around him ring. A long river of golden sword energy suddenly formed and slashed downwards.

Three golden slashes!

In his hands, the power was more than ten times greater than that of Zheng Tu, and the long river of sword energy was about to condense into substance!

Fa Zheng's eyes showed compassion, with no intention of evading.

"die!"

The giant knife struck with supreme force, aiming at his bald head without any bias.

Boom!

The morning bells and evening drums rang loudly, and the faint shadow of the golden bell flashed away and then disappeared, leaving the shining bald head unscathed.

"He is another enviable person with extraordinary talents, a talented person who only stands out among hundreds of millions of people."

Jiang Ding showed a solemn expression.

There is no doubt that this person's qualifications and understanding are comparable to that of Li Qingyun, who is number one on the Dragon and Phoenix Ranking. He also understands the subtleties of 'situation', and uses the spiritual energy of heaven and earth to spontaneously increase the amount of energy when the golden bell's shadow flickers.

"The magical power of indestructibility!"

There was hatred in Wei Xian's eyes, and the violent surge of internal energy in his body was like an invisible undercurrent in the deep sea, blowing dust around him.

"Second knife!"

"The third knife!"

He looked up to the sky and roared, and the phantom of the deep sea vortex appeared in the dark, and the big waves were surging into the sky. With the dragon-patterned giant sword falling once, the big waves turned and crashed again.

Boom! Boom!

Two bells in a row rang through the streets hundreds of meters in radius. Wei Xian, the Sea-Splitting Knife, and his dragon-patterned knife were knocked back more than ten steps, and a trace of blood spilled from the corner of his mouth.

"Walk!"

Wei Xian didn't say much and left in a hurry.

"No!"

"Take us away!"

More than a hundred disciples of the Wolf God Cult and the Southern Eighteen Demon Cults who were captured one after another thought they would at least survive. Seeing them retreating, they kept pleading, but unfortunately they were tied up and no one paid attention to them.

"Master, I am willing to put down my butcher knife and become a Buddha immediately!"

"The Great Merciful and Great Compassionate Guanshiyin Bodhisattva!"

Someone saw a handsome monk with a kind face and kind eyes walking towards him. He rolled his eyes and recited the Buddha's name with a pious expression on his face: "I am willing to take refuge, I am willing to take refuge..."

boom!

A heavy Zen staff smashed his head, brains and blood splattered everywhere.

"donor!"

Fazheng smiled and said: "I will send you off to reincarnation now, and I will meet Guanyin Bodhisattva. Remember to pay homage to the Buddha and you will be reincarnated as a human being one day."

Then, amidst the begging, yelling, crying and laughing of the Wolf God cult murderers, he smashed their heads one by one, like a child knocking on the moss flowers, meticulously, not sparing any one.

He checked it back and forth several times to make sure there were no omissions, and then nodded with satisfaction.

The strong smell of blood spreads, making people feel sick.

"Amitabha!"

Fazheng shouted the Buddha's name and was momentarily troubled by the headless corpses all over the street.

He is not one of those knight-errants who kills or buries them. If there are so many corpses left alone, it will be troublesome if there is a plague.

"I can help you with half of it. I need to ask you something in return."

Fazheng suddenly turned around and found a young man in green clothes who had returned to his original appearance, looking at him quietly under the shadow of the eaves with an inquiring look in his eyes.

'when? ’

Fa Zheng's mind turned over and over again, trying his best to recall it in his mind, and then he realized that the young man in green had come here openly not long ago, but was subconsciously ignored by him who was fighting Wei Xian.

"I have seen the 'Dream-Eating Sword Demon', Jiang Ding's benefactor."

Fa Zheng's heart shivered, his face showed compassion, and he smiled and said: "It would be great if you could help the young monk collect the remains of these donors and let them rest in peace. As long as the master's sect is not involved, the young monk will answer all questions."

What the hell nickname?

Jiang Ding was speechless.

"no problem."

He walked in front of several corpses, tiptoed, and a large amount of sharp internal energy poured into the ground, shattering the ground into creeping quicksand, swallowing up the corpses little by little.

Everywhere he went, the soil came to life, swallowing up the corpse. The street slabs on the soil were paved, exactly the same as before.

Fazheng's eyes were serious.

This level of fine control of internal force is simply unheard of.

He tried to try it himself. A large amount of khaki-colored internal energy poured into the ground, and the soil rolled endlessly, except for a large cloud of smoke and dust.

"The donor is truly a man of God."

Fazheng sighed and stopped trying. He directly lifted up the stone slabs on the street and used his Zen staff and inner strength as a shovel to dig a huge pit in the ground. Then he threw headless corpses back and forth into it.

Jiang Ding had already finished half of his work and asked from the side: "Tomorrow, Song Qing, the ninth in the dragon and phoenix list of Qingniu Palace, 'Qingshenjian', will fight against the Wolf God Cult's 'Broken Bones' Shentu Kuang. Will the two win or lose?" Will this martial arts war between good and evil be ended?"

"The donor is really not from a large sect."

Fazheng was surprised and threw the two headless corpses in his hands into the deep pit and went back to carry them: "The losing party should give in temporarily. After so many days of life and death fighting, the disciples of the two major forces have suffered a lot. In order to prevent other sects from taking advantage, we should use this as an excuse to temporarily suspend the truce for a period of time."

"temporary?"

"Yes, the poor monk heard from the elders in the temple that both the Green Ox Palace and the Wolf God Sect want to completely eliminate the other party, support their own sect's dynasty, and let the sect go further."

"If they don't achieve this goal, or if they don't compromise on their innate skills, they won't give up."

"I see."

Jiang Ding thought thoughtfully: "What is the purpose of Prajna Temple? Wait for the opportunity to establish an earthly Buddhist kingdom like them?"

"No comment."

Fazheng refused to answer: "According to Xiao Monk's opinion, it is best for martial arts sects not to get too involved in the imperial court, otherwise even if they flourish for a while, they will soon decline. Only by not fighting and being patient and giving in can they survive for a long time."

"You don't look like you can bear to give in."

Jiang Ding laughed dumbly, remembering his determined look when he stopped Wei Xian and wanted to knock off the heads of the evil sect's murderers one by one.

Fa Zheng is impressive.

In front of this young man who could talk to him on an equal footing, he showed a hint of youthful innocence, but then quickly restrained himself.

"No more questions, farewell."

Jiang Ding saw that the monk had buried all the corpses and was covering them with earth and placing stone slabs, so he got up and left.