Fantasy: Transform into an ancient demon and slaughter the world!

The two swords have helped our Jinming Temple suppress the evil spirits for millions of years, and now they have finally met their destined ones.

"Amitabha, the two peerless swords have helped our Jinming Temple suppress the evil spirits for millions of years, and now they have finally met their destined ones."

"This is also a good destination."

Chonghui said with a kind face, clasped his hands together, and smiled.

The Xianjian Sword and the Xianlu Sword have guarded the evil spirits for millions of years. In Chonghui's eyes, they are the benefactors of Jinming Temple and the entire world.

If there were no two peerless swords and the demon-slaying pestle, the foundation of the sealing formation would not be so solid.

Gu Changge's mouth corners slightly raised, and he was quite satisfied with the two Xianzhu swords.

"Thank you for giving me these two swords. I will never disgrace their reputations in the future."

Gu Changge clasped his hands together and thanked the Chonghui Patriarch.

Although the Xianjian Sword and the Luxian Sword were ownerless, they were sealed in Jinming Temple for many years. If Jinming Temple didn't want to, few people would be able to take the two swords.

"My friend, you are being too polite."

"You helped Jinming Temple and even the entire world to resolve the crisis. I should thank you."

"Besides, the two swords hit it off with my friend at first sight. This is the fate between you two!"

The Chonghui Patriarch smiled and replied to Gu Changge.

It must be said that the Chonghui Patriarch had a big vision, which made Gu Changge admire him very much.

"This demon-subduing treasure pestle... seems to have some connection with me."

On the side, Wuxin looked at the demon-subduing treasure pestle infatuatedly.

The Demon-Subduing Pestle is a Buddhist treasure. At the beginning, the Buddhist saints used it to suppress the South Sea Demon Cave and left the Buddhist will in the pestle, which was extremely powerful.

The grade of this Demon-Subduing Pestle has also reached the top-grade Taichu Immortal Weapon, which is not much inferior to the two Zhuxian Swords.

"Wuxin, go and try to establish a connection with the pestle."

"You are a Buddhist disciple of my Buddhist sect. If there is anyone in the Buddhist sect today who can subdue the Demon-Subduing Pestle, then this person must be you."

Chonghui said to Wuxin with a pair of old eyes shining with brilliance.

If Wuxin can get the Demon-Subduing Pestle, then the Buddhist will left in the pestle can also be called upon, and then Wuxin's cultivation strength will be taken to a higher level.

Wuxin nodded solemnly, and he walked towards the Demon-Subduing Pestle.

The sacred Buddha light emanated from Wuxin's body, gathering Buddha patterns, and then blooming a lot of lotus flowers, with a fragrant smell, as if you were in a sea of ​​flowers.

Gu Changge held his breath and stared at Wuxin.

He also hoped that Wuxin could subdue the Demon-Subduing Treasure Pestle.

This is a great opportunity, and it depends on whether Wuxin can grasp it.

"Amitabha."

"I am Wuxin. I have been a monk since I was young, comprehending Buddhist scriptures, practicing Buddhism, and experiencing the world. Although my Taoism is still lacking, I feel the sorrow of the creatures in the world and want to use the power of Buddhism to save them from the sea of ​​suffering..."

Wuxin put his hands together and bowed to the Demon-Subduing Treasure Pestle.

The profound Buddha patterns and the ultimate lotus flowers actually resonated with the Demon-Subduing Treasure Pestle.

"Buzz!!"

The demon-subduing treasure pestle burst into brilliant divine light, and the Buddha's will emanated, breaking through the evil-killing tower and illuminating the entire Western Land.

"Is that... the will of the Buddhist saint?"

"Amitabha, disciples pay homage to the saint!"

"Pay homage to my Buddha!"

...

All the monks in the Western Land paid respects to the dazzling Buddha's light.

At this moment, all the filth was dispelled, and the elders and disciples who were infected by evil spirits also recovered in an instant.

The feeling of refreshment made them feel like they were reborn.

"Thank you saint!"

"Amitabha, my Buddha is merciful!"

All the monks bowed again.

In the evil-killing tower, Wuxin stretched out his hands and held the demon-subduing treasure pestle in his hands.

"Boom!"

For a moment, the Buddha's will surged into his body, causing Wuxin's whole body strength to surge.

At this time, Wuxin can fight against powerful people who have achieved minor or even major success in the Divine Realm.

"Wuxin, drip your blood to recognize the master."

The two ancestors, Chonghui and Chongyun, were excited and told Wuxin.

"Yes!"

Wuxin was also very excited. This magic pestle was much more powerful than the bronze ancient bell. With the pestle in hand, Wuxin felt extremely powerful.

In a year, he will accompany Gu Changge to the Luo family. It will be a life-and-death battle, so he must improve his cultivation as much as possible before that.

Only in this way can he help the donor Changge cut off the cause and effect with the Luo family.

"Buzz!"

Wuxin's blood was absorbed by the magic pestle, and an invisible connection suddenly emerged between the two.

"Amitabha."

Wuxin took the Demon-Subduing Pestle with a gentle smile on his face.

Seeing this, Chonghui and Chongyun both nodded with relief.

Now that the evil spirit has been wiped out and the Demon-Subduing Pestle has been subdued by the Buddhist Wuxin, everyone is happy!

"Eight ancient clans, you can't imagine that my Jinming Temple has successfully survived this disaster!"

"You owe my Jinming Temple a debt, and I will settle with you in the future!"

A cold light flashed in Chonghui's old eyes.

Although the Buddhists are compassionate, they will never be soft-hearted to those who have evil thoughts!

The eight ancient clans are ruthless and unfaithful, and they owe Jinming Temple a lot of blood debts, which will be settled in the future!

The four ancestors who passed away in their Jinming Temple must not die in vain...

"From today on, our Buddhist sect must practice hard, strive to rise up as soon as possible, and restore to the peak combat power!"

"If you want to survive in this world, your fists must be strong enough!"

Chonghui said with a firm look.

"I will obey the order of the ancestors!"

Wuxin put his hands together and replied with a firm look.

After a long time, Chonghui put away his anger, and the wrinkles on his face stretched out. He looked at Gu Changge and said with a smile: "My friend, I have two more things to give you."

Hearing this, Gu Changge looked puzzled, but his heart was full of expectations.

How could the things that the Buddhist ancestors took out be bad?

"I know you have a great karma, I hope these two things can help you."

Ancestor Chonghui waved his sleeves, and the Buddha's light suddenly became bright. Two streams of light flew out, one was a divine picture emitting blood and evil spirits, and the other was a spiritual thunder emitting purple lightning.

"Is this the Purple Sky Divine Thunder, which ranks second on the Spiritual Thunder List?"

Gu Changge's eyes immediately fell on the Purple Sky Divine Thunder.

This Purple Sky Divine Thunder ranks second on the Spiritual Thunder List, and is more powerful than the Green Python Heart-Eating Thunder.

I didn't expect that the famous Purple Sky Divine Thunder was actually in the hands of Ancestor Chonghui.

"Yes, when I was traveling around the world, I happened to encounter this Purple Sky Divine Thunder, and the Purple Sky Divine Thunder was an ownerless thing, so I asked him if he was willing to come to Jinming Temple."

"Jinming Temple is a super power at best, and there are many resources in the sect, so the Purple Sky Divine Thunder followed me back to Jinming Temple, and it has also consumed a lot of resources for tens of thousands of years..."

Ancestor Chonghui said with a smile.

Why is there a hint of complaint in his words?

"Brother, don't pretend!"

"Who doesn't know that you have tried more than a dozen times but failed to subdue the Purple Sky Divine Thunder? In the end, you lost both your wife and your army. Not only did you fail to subdue the Purple Sky Divine Thunder, but you also consumed a lot of resources every day to support him..."

Chongyun on the side couldn't stand it anymore, and immediately complained with a smile.

"Chongyun, you... don't say a few words, no one will think you are dumb!" Chonghui's old face turned black, and he felt very embarrassed.

Every word Chongyun said was true.

Because the power of Zixiao Divine Thunder was too violent, Chonghui could not subdue it at all.

But Chonghui was afraid that Zixiao Divine Thunder would abandon him, so he consumed a lot of resources every day to support him, hoping that one day he could impress Zixiao Divine Thunder and then follow him willingly.

But for nearly 100,000 years, Zixiao Divine Thunder only enjoyed the resources and did not mention anything about submitting to Chonghui...