Dragon-Marked War God

When I thought of stepping on the waves, Jiang Chen took out the Tiansheng sword for the first time. I found that in the space of the Tiansheng sword, Tan Lang sat cross-legged and completely fell into the state of cultivation. There was still a faint lightning flash on his body. It is a god. It seems that these days Tan Tan is not resting, nor is he crazy, has been adjusting his injuries.

"Tan Lang, come out."

Jiang Chen explored a sacred mind and sent it to Tan Lang. At the same time, he opened the space of the Tiansheng sword and heard the call of Jiang Chen. Tan Langhuo opened his eyes and walked out of the space of Tianshengjian. He first looked at it. Seeing that Jiang Chen is still alive, and his breath is strong, his face immediately reveals the color of surprise. These days, when Jiang Chen was in a coma, the space of Tianshengjian was completely closed. Tan Lang did not know what happened outside. He only remembers that when he was robbed on the same day, Jiang Chen was besieged by the three masters of the Shura Temple, and there were so many fierce and fierce. It seems that Jiang Chen has nothing at all.

"Jiang Chen, you are fine, that's great."

Tan Lang said with great surprise, then he noticed the situation in the hall, and the two monks of the young and the young, the face suddenly shocked, the old monk he did not know, but this little monk he remembered clearly, the day in the chaotic sea This guy took out the relics and murdered the geniuses of the four major forces. It was a fierce murder. This monk was a veritable chaotic sea thief.

"I will introduce you to him. He is a tyrant. You have seen it before. I will call him a monk later. This is the master of the hurricane, the master of the tyrant. We are now in the Western Region..."

Jiang Chen introduced Tan Lang to the identity of the tyrant and the hurricane master, and then used the mind to pass on the events that occurred during this period to Tan Lang. In fact, this paragraph does not have much content, because this section of the river The dust has always been in a coma, and his main point is to explain the relationship between himself and the tyrant.

"We actually came to the Western Region."

After listening to Jiang Chen’s words, Tan Lang was really stunned. Then I thought about what happened in Liangzhou. It was like a world. He never dreamed that he would become friends with the first thief in the chaos. As for the hurricane master, Jiang Chen He did not introduce his cultivation. With the strength of Tan Lang, he naturally could not perceive it. He just thought that this high sorghum is extremely simple and unfathomable. At least it is more powerful than the tyrants. Otherwise, how is his master? .

Far away from the Western Regions, the country of Buddhism, Tan Lang has come here from the future, and thinks of his own experience in the Shura Temple. Tan Lang’s heart is not a taste, especially the suffering in the **** of the hell, so that he is a disciple of Shura Temple. He is even more uncomfortable.

Tan Lang wouldn’t have thought that he would be a disciple of Shura Temple, and he would soon become a life and death enemy with his own martial art. After listening to the experience of Jiang Chen’s escape, Jiang Chen’s heart, Tan Lang could almost conclude that Jiang Chen And the temple of Shura must be endless in the future, and there is no possibility of resolving it.

"I have seen the hurricane master."

Tan Lang reacted and gave a deep ritual to the master of the hurricane. As a younger generation, he had basic courtesy and respect for the sorghum.

"This little friend is not hurt."

The hurricane master looked at Tan Lang and immediately said.

"I am very wounded, and my life is on the eve. If I don't get the power of the Thunder with the help of my brother, I am afraid that it is already dead. I have recovered a lot now. At least I am free to move. I want to recover completely. I am afraid. Not a simple thing."

Tan Lang smiled and said that the truth is that he can still stand here intact. He is very satisfied. Since the moment he entered the Hell of Hell, he did not think that he has a chance to live. Forty days of cultivation in the Holy Sword, his broken legs have also been restored, but his internal injuries are serious, and it is undoubtedly impossible to repair it.

"Your injury is nothing compared to Jiang Xiaoyou and the rhubarb. It is very simple to recover. It only needs..."

When the voice of the master of the hurricane was not finished, the brow suddenly smashed up. Then, after his body shape, the whole person disappeared into the hall. Tan Lang was immediately shocked. The old monk’s repair was really unfathomable. He stood. In front of me, I did not see how the other party disappeared. Even the void in the hall did not shake. This kind of cultivation, even if the temple of Shura Temple, Li Tianyang could not do it.

"Hurricane, old friends are coming again."

Just after the Hurricane Master just disappeared, there was a thick voice outside the Qinglian Mountain. It seems that the reason why the Hurricane Master suddenly disappeared was to sense the coming.

Jiang Chen’s voice and the arbitrarily exhaled momentum can be judged that the person who has been repaired is not weaker than the hurricane master, and is also a nine-level little holy.

"It is the people of the Great Leiyin Temple."

The tyrant said.

“Do people from the Great Leiyin Temple come here often?”

Jiang Chen asked, the voice just said that he came again, it is not the first time.

"I heard that the Western Leiyin Temple is a holy place of Buddhism. The strength of the power is unpredictable. Even the big family of Shenzhou Pure Land is not willing to provoke the Great Leiyin Temple."

Tan Lang is very surprised. The Great Leiyin Temple is a big force that dominates a large territory. It is located at the peak of the Shenzhou mainland. It is not comparable to the small forces like Shura Temple.

"Over the years, the Great Leiyin Temple has come here often. I want to invite the master to join the Great Leiyin Temple. I also promised a lot of benefits, but the master refused. The old man is not interested in the Daleiyin Temple. He only wants to guard this place. Because this is the place where the ancestors left."

The tyrant said, his eyes fell on the body of Qinglian.

"Let's go out and see."

Jiang Chen said.

"No, every time the master sees the Daleiyin Temple, I will open the door. Even if we go out, as long as the master is not willing, we will not be able to hear what they said."

The tyrant shook his head.

Jiang Chen’s eyebrows, I feel that the master of the hurricane is even more surprised. The Great Leiyin Temple is the holy place of Buddhism. The supremacy exists. Is it not possible to do anything that is unspeakable? The master of the hurricane treats the tyrant and the teacher, he can From the hurricane masters, I felt the extraordinary care and expectation of the tyrants, but the things about Qinglian's ancestors, as well as his and the Leiyin Temple, did not let the tyrants know.

Jiang Chen guessed that the reason why the Great Leiyin Temple repeatedly came to Qinglian Mountain to invite the hurricane masters, certainly has a certain purpose, otherwise, the existence of the Great Leiyin Temple, although a nine-level small holy precious, big Leiyin The temple will not be too in the heart, and will not be invited to come again and again.

The tyrants are right, with the masters of the hurricane and the cultivators, as long as they do not want to talk to each other, even if the tyrants stand around, they can’t hear them, but the tyrants can’t hear them, not the Jiang Chen. I can't hear that the divine refining spirit is far from being imaginable by ordinary people.

Jiang Chen secretly ran the refining spirit, and the power of the soul infiltrated silently, and wrapped the entire Qinglian Mountain. Under the perception of Jiang Chen, the highest place in Qinglian Mountain, the two monks stood opposite each other. One of them is the master of the hurricane, the other one, wearing a golden cymbal, dignified and graceful, and extraordinary in appearance, looks like a master of the hurricane, and is also comparable to a sorghum.

"Hurricane old friends, these days are not seen, the looks look good."

The person opened his mouth and snarled.

"Yuan Ji, if you are coming to the old man to chat, Laojiao welcomes, how do you come to persuade me to join the Great Leiyin Temple, or leave early."

The hurricane master said directly.

Hearing the words, the master of the Yuan Jichang also changed his face, with a smile on his face. It is obvious that he did not eat this for the first time.

"Hurricane, you are too stubborn, look at the entire Western Region, I am afraid that only you dare to repeatedly refuse the invitation of the Great Leiyin Temple, I came here, but with great sincerity."

Yuan continued to say.

"Nothing is still to promise the old man's position in the Great Leiyin Temple. The monks are not interested in these things. You and I don't have to turn around and lose the nature of Buddhism. You have invited me to the Leiyin Temple repeatedly. It is nothing more than for my master. The scriptures left."

The hurricane master said.

"Qing Lian's ancestors are the Buddhas of the Buddha, the pride of our Buddhism, the scriptures are the strongest scriptures of our Buddhism, and the cultivation of the three major French seals. These things should have been owned by the Great Leiyin Temple. If the old friends of Hurricane can contribute the scriptures and the three major French seals, they may be able to recreate the glory of Buddhism."

Yuan continued to say.

"My master, the old man is still not dead, his things, I have no right to be the master, not to mention, the scriptures are not here at all."

The hurricane immediately refused to say.

"Hurricane, I advise you to die, that heart, Qinglian ancestors have become the past, just like the first holy world of the year, no one can do anything. In these years, you put all your hopes in that small The monk’s body, but even the things that the Great Leiyin Temple can’t do, even if the little monk’s talent is good, I’m afraid I can’t fulfill your wish.”

Yuan Ji’s tone has been somewhat impatient. In these years, he is truly a master of the hurricane master’s stubbornness.

"Things in Qinglian Mountain will not worry about the Leiyin Temple."

The tone of the master of the hurricane is also strong. In the past few years, he has been invaded by the Great Leiyin Temple and has long been bored with the Great Leiyin Temple.

"Hurricane, Laojiao advised you to think about it. It is better to train a small monk than to rely on the Great Leiyin Temple. As long as you contribute the scripture to the Daleiyin Temple, the Buddha Gate will definitely be strong again, even if there is a second Qinglian old. It is not impossible for the ancestors. Qinglian ancestors want to see the sky again. It depends on the big Leiyin Temple to rely on the little monk.

After Yuan Jin finished speaking, he left the air directly and disappeared.