Indescribable Invincibility

　　 The third day.

　　 There are figures appearing everywhere in the plain where the White Horse Temple is located.

　　 That is a monk.

　　They come from a big family, they also come from the dynasty, and there are inhuman creatures, demons, spirits, and demons, all with the same purpose, and they go for the White Horse Temple.

　　 "Don't let anyone go, prevent one of them from taking the relic."

　　 Someone said so coldly, indescribably ruthless and cold-blooded.

　　 These people didn't approach the White Horse Temple, they just stood 100,000 miles away, waiting quietly.

　　 That old monk is dying.

　　The creatures who came here all received this news.

　　 The abnormal movement of the White Horse Temple made the silent ancient tribe, holy land, and aristocratic family all about to move.

　　 They killed the people who left, and ignored the land.

　　 This day.

　　 The tower of the White Horse Temple is a masterpiece of Buddha's light. There are Buddhists and monks who are angry, rushing out of the temple and beheading the innocent creatures.

　　 There was a roar of the Ascetic Arhat, and overturned 100,000 mountains.

　　 "I haven't died at the White Horse Temple. Any thief who disturbs the cleanliness is worthy of death."

　　 The Buddha was angry.

　　 became no longer pure-hearted.

　　 All of this was seen by the creatures in the four directions, and they retreated, gazing at the land further away.

　　 Their eyes were very cold, and although they were terrified, they never flinched.

　　 This place will soon be annihilated, no one will survive and will turn into purgatory.

　　 No one from the Baima village group will go out anymore. They don't want to go out, and they don't want to go out, quietly waiting for death to come.

　　 The peace of the past will never be restored.

　　 I have lost the yelling of vendors, children's laughter, women's talk and laughter, and the sound of falling trees in the shade.

　　 boom...

　　 Heaven is not beautiful, dark clouds cover the sun.

　　 It was drizzling and raindrops fell on every inch of the sky and the earth. This was the last rain in summer, and the temperature became cooler.

　　 There was a thunder, and white light flashed between the clouds.

　　 Baima Temple, the entrance to the guest room.

　　 A bench is placed, and a gentleman sits on it.

　　 Fang Xuan stretched out his hand and followed the rain falling from the eaves, and the water slipped from his palms.

　　 His lips and teeth moved slightly, and he muttered a person's name.

　　The first floor of the tower.

　　 In that quiet Buddhist room, Ji Chen sat on the futon.

　　 He looked up slightly, as if looking at the door, and saw the scenery outside through the door.

　　 "Lived for eight thousand three hundred and twenty years, my time has come."

　　 The voice of vicissitudes of old age swayed in the room.

　　 The turbid eyes are shining brightly, there are thousands of emotions, and finally it turns into a touch of worry.

　　The White Horse Temple is plagued by disasters, if we can survive this time...

　　 In his eyes, a number of figures appeared. They were the living monks in the White Horse Temple. There were older generations, Huijue...and others.

　　...... Huijue...... Baima Temple will be handed over to you in the future.

　　 The monks came to mind one by one, the corners of his lips were slightly raised, and there was a warm smile.

　　 The hands of the figure hanging down slowly lifted up, and folded his hands together.

　　 "My Buddha is merciful."

　　 sound rang in the room, rippling ripplingly.

　　 In an instant!

　　 Ji Chen turned into brilliance and sat down.

　　 There is no figure in the Zen room, only an empty room is left, and there is a magic pestle on the futon.

　　 Outside the guest room.

　　 A drop of rain fell along the eaves and dripped onto Fang Xuan's palm.

　　 The water drop broke on his palm, and Fang Xuan watched this scene.

　　 "Donor Fang, I will ask you next." A voice rang in his ear.

　　 Fang Xuan twisted his neck and looked towards the tower.

　　 He nodded slightly in that direction, responding, and seeing off.

"he's gone."

　　 The quiet voice sounded from Fang Xuan's mouth, and Mao Bai was puzzled.

　　 After a while, Mao Bai understood the meaning of this sentence.

　　 It looked at the tower, and its pupils shrank suddenly.

　　 Huijue chanted the ancient scriptures and moved the prayer beads in his hands.

　　 Wow...

　　 The line of the Buddha beads was broken, and the beads fell on the floor with a crisp sound and bounced sound. Huijue's eyes were blurred and the eyes were covered with tears.

　　 "Abbot!"

　　 "Abbot!"

　　 The monk at the White Horse Temple felt it, and his body trembled.

　　 A wave of desolation, a wave of pain spread throughout the temple...

　　 Baima Temple rushed up to the sky.

at this moment.

　　 No matter how far away the creatures have seen it, the existence of hundreds of thousands of miles away has opened their eyes, and the coldness suddenly appeared!

　　 The beam of light is directly facing the nine heavens, turning into a little golden light, a piece of Buddha's brilliance.

　　 Golden spots are scattered all over the world.

　　 "My name is Wang Sengxian, I am enlightened by my mentor, and I remember the dust."

　　 A whisper echoed between heaven and earth.

　　 is like remembering the last days of the dust in the world, a kind of peace, a kind of peace, a short sentence represents his life, no need to say anything else.

this moment.

　　 The sound swelled for hundreds of thousands of miles, spread all over the heavens.

　　The golden light fell, fell on the White Horse Temple, fell on the village group, passed the building and fell on the people.

　　 "Abbot!"

　　Countless people cried out sadly.

In the end, Jichen was still helping them. It was his mana and his life's cultivation base, which turned into golden rain and fell on them, eliminating all diseases, healing injuries, and strengthening the foundation of the road. strong.

　　 "I hate, hate this world, hate those **** big people." An old man shouted, heart-piercing.

　　 They have been under the protection of Jichen all their lives. Although they have never seen Jichen, they still remember this kindness.

　　 The monks cannot be sad at this moment.

　　 They stood up from the futon.

　　 "They are here."

　　 Boom boom boom! !

　　 There is a horrible atmosphere in the four directions, that is Shengwei, that is the birth of a demon, and that is the great demon coming to the world.

　　 The chaotic air currents turn, bringing a ruthless and icy wind to this world.

　　 All the beings above all are in this world!

　　 They opened their eyes, got up and stepped, taking a step for hundreds of millions of miles, their bodies overflowing with the mighty power of chaos, and they looked at the world.

　　 There is a golden light between heaven and earth, that is the legendary golden avenue, from the end of heaven and earth here to the end of heaven and earth on the other side across the vast earth of the world.

　　 "Jichen, you are finally dead."

　　 "In order to wait for you, I will stop the blood and live for three thousand years and wait until you die, hehehe~www.wuxiaspot.com~ My tribe's holy **** died in front of the White Horse Temple three thousand years ago. Today, the blood washes the White Horse Temple and returns the prestige of my race!"

　　 "It's sad and sigh that the most powerful person in the world has fallen."

　　 The great sound is vigorous.

　　 The world doesn't know who is talking, only can hear the sound from all directions.

　　 This is a conversation between a big man who is more superior than a god, and the myths of monasticism are whispering, and they are chanting like the voice of the gods of heaven.

　　 In the Quartet where the White Horse Temple is located, the creatures who were frightened by the dust and photographed in the White Horse Temple once again moved.

　　 A group of creatures walked towards the White Horse Temple.

　　 They are approaching the White Horse Temple.

　　 Ji Chen is dead, they are no longer afraid.

　　 "My Buddha is merciful."

　　 The sound of a Buddha of sentient beings is chanted by thousands of Buddhas and monks.

　　 There are countless pillars of light rising into the sky, and each light represents a Buddha, and the real shadow of ten thousand Buddhas, including the Arhat Bodhisattva.

　　 "Buddha enlightenment today is no longer compassionate."

　　 After a while, the Buddha's compassion disappeared, replaced by angry eyes.

　　 The Buddha turned the King Kong, a ray of light rushed to the four directions, indiscriminately suppressing every inch of the corner.

　　 It was the Buddha who made his handprints and sacrificed his own magical instruments. It was extremely powerful, and instantly killed endless cultivators and creatures.

　　 "Hey, Ji Chen is dead, what's the use of a bunch of small Buddha heads."

　　 A sneer bloomed in the world.

　　 The light of Buddha shattered, and the sound of laughter smashed the murderous intent of the Buddha, and it was extremely powerful.

　　 "I will not die, but the White Horse Temple will not die."

　　 The Buddha was roaring, coming from the tower.

　　 A group of monks rushed out of the tower, their golden light shining brightly, pushing their arms horizontally, as if they were pushing the grinding wheel towards the sky...

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