Marquis of Grand Xia

Chapter 1300 Killing Monk

In the night, barren mountains and wild hills, the white-haired demon killed the monk in Tsing Yi, but the demon did not see the move, and the monk had fallen into the pool of blood.

The incomparably powerful demon, every time a monk is killed, the stronger the demon's body is, the stronger the strength is.

For a few months, ninety-nine Tsing Yi monks died under the sword of the demon, and the blood of Buddha spread across the territory of the Buddha.

In the forest, the girl looking at the scene in front of the storyteller's lies, her legs were so scared that she could not move.

Buddha turned into ghosts, but someone killed the Buddha and let go of the ghosts?

The girl did not recognize the white-haired man in front of him as a demon. The demon has disappeared for too long in the world, and ordinary people simply cannot recognize it.

Ning Chen saw the girl, and ignored it, and walked away.

The girl recovered, and at this moment, she didn't know where the courage and strength came from, so she trot up.

Ningchen went down the mountain, and the girl also followed the mountain, a hundred steps away, the girl quietly followed behind, and the atmosphere did not dare to breathe.

In the east, the sky is getting brighter. In front of the town, Ning Chen stepped forward without any stay and entered the town.

On the streets of the small city, the plain-dressed white-haired demon walked forward, and the pedestrians subconsciously avoided it and were unwilling to approach.

Although the common people do not recognize the devil, but the cold breath emanating from Ning Chen's body makes people subconsciously unwilling to be too close.

Behind, the girl stepped up to follow, sneaky look, attracted attention.

"Aling, what are you doing?"

A woman asked on the street.

The girl heard the words, and she was shocked. She hurriedly pulled over the woman and whispered, "Aunt Xiang, please be quiet."

The woman looked at the girl in front of her face and said, "What is your **** secretly?"

"Something will happen to you later."

The girl said something and hurriedly followed her.

In the city, one after another wanted warrants were scattered in every corner of the town, but the faces of the inmates on the wanted warrant were vague.

Not only small towns, but the devil wanted by the entire Western Buddhist world, no one has ever seen its true content. On the wanted warrants, there are only blood-red fonts that repeat the evil of evil.

The girl followed her, and she was more and more shocked.

Could the devil on the wanted order be the white-haired man in front of him?

In the small city, the sky suddenly dimmed, the sky, and dark clouds gathered, and the cold rain fell.

The rain in late autumn was very cold, and it fell on the body, making people feel chilly.

Ning Chen walked in the cold rain, letting the rain wet the plain clothes, his expression was indifferent.

Behind, the girl was wet with rain and shivered.

At this time, at the end of the small town, a monk dressed in Tsing Yi stepped forward, the golden glory of the bowl in his hand, extraordinary.

"Amitabha!"

Tsing Yi monk stepped in front of him, recited the Buddha's number, and looked at the white-haired demon in front of him.

Ning Chen stopped and looked at the Tsing Yi monk in front of him, calmly saying, "Kill each other?"

"Demons are in trouble, the Buddha can't tolerate it!"

In the hands of the monks in Tsing Yi, the golden bowl flies up, and the Buddha lights up, covering the white-headed demon in front.

The most holy Buddha light, constantly eroding the devil's whole body's devil qi, the Buddha and the demon meet each other, and the powerful shock wave violently oscillates.

However, an astonishing scene happened, the white-haired demon bathed in the Buddha's light, but there was nothing wrong with it, the surrounding demon turbulence, a magic sword stained with Buddha blood appeared.

The next moment, the demon holds the sword, moves, and the world is dark.

Cut the sword of Buddha, and then dye the vermilion, the throat of the Tsing Yi monk, cracks appeared, blood spewed out, and stained the streets of the ancient city.

"Amitabha!"

At this moment, above the sky, the golden light flourished, and countless fan rain fell from the sky, the fan rain fell to the ground, the golden lotus bloomed, dazzling.

The head of the flying monk in Tsing Yi, the Buddha's shadow appeared, solemn Buddha, shocking people.

"Young people."

The Buddha's shadow said quietly.

"Buddha!"

In the Brahma Rain, the black in Ning Chen's eyes receded, the eyebrows and magic lines disappeared, and the courtesy was respected.

"What makes you change to this point, your killing, as far away as Xumi Foshan, can clearly perceive." Xilai Buddha sighed lightly.

"The world is greedy, the monks are not benevolent, knowing the destiny is a person or a demon, is there a difference?" Ning Chen looked at the West Buddha in front and calmly said.

"Why do you say this?" Asked the Buddha.

"Why are there so many unjust souls in the West Buddha world, don't Buddha really know?" Ning Chen said lightly.

Silai Buddha was silent for a long time, and a scream of the Buddha, said, "The world's affairs, the world's people to solve, young people, you have surpassed the mortal, because God is just a thought for the Buddha, why fall into devil."

"Fate, just a mortal."

Ning Chen said calmly, "It used to be that it would not change in the future. As for the depravity in the mouth of the Buddha, I will not dispute it. I will kill these Tsing Yi monks for one day for the devil. Yes."

The voice fell, Ning Chen was around, the demon qi revived, his eyes darkened, and the eyebrows and moire manifested.

"God willing!"

Western Buddha sighed, the unreal Buddha body bloomed, the palm of the Buddha turned, and pressed down.

The five great strongmen of God Realm, the Xilai Buddha shot, suddenly, over the ancient city, the clouds were scattered, and the golden light illuminated the world.

Under the golden light, Ning Chen crossed the demon sword in his hand, a demon flame rose, and the devil came out one by one, blocking the palm of the Buddha.

"Boom!"

The Buddha's palm fell, and the monstrous devil collapsed in response to the sound. The golden light fell for a moment.

"Buddha, you are not here, you can't kill me."

Ning Chen said lightly, waved his sword and scattered the golden light in the sky, and immediately walked forward.

In the void, in the golden light that dissipated, the Buddha sighed and said, "Young man, put down the slaughter and stand up as a Buddha."

Said in a word, the sky was full of Buddha's light, and disappeared completely.

The Buddha's light dissipated, and the figure of the Tsing Yi monk fell into the pool of blood, and there was no more sound.

From the rear, Aling witnessed this scene with a horrified heart, and the Buddha couldn't stop the person.

In front of the west gate, Ning Chen came and traversed the ancient city and left without any attachment.

After a hundred steps, A Ling Gui made a difference to keep up. Although there was some fear in his heart, he still followed.

Just as Ningchen was traveling westward, in the Eastern Realm of the God Realm, three dragon corpses dragged the Xianjiao around.

On the eastern sky, the majestic majestic courtyard is located, just like the powerful forces of the ancient fairyland, and it has survived forever.

At the highest point of the **** court, a huge dragon seat rises and falls. In front of the dragon seat, the Lord of the God Court sits on it.

"Boom!"

At this moment, outside the Xitian Gate, the dragon corpse pulled the fairy chair past, without shining or avoiding, and directly crashed the Tianmen outside the Shenting Court, and continued to drive towards the west.

The Tianmen was destroyed. In the court of the gods, the gods felt, and their faces were shocked at the same time.

Someone broke into the shrine!

In front of the dragon seat, the Lord of the God Court got up and looked at the Xitian Gate, his expression chilled.

"Stop it!" The Lord of the Court spoke and ordered.

"Yes!"

In the court of the gods, a **** general ordered his life and flew towards the west gate.

Chapter 1,391, Yan Jun

The Eastern Realm of God Realm, the majestic and magnificent Divine Court floated up and down the sky. On this day, a parade of immortal corpses appeared out of thin air, directly hitting the West Gate of Shenting.

God Realm, in front of the dragon seat, the Lord of the Court noticed and ordered to capture the fairy corpse.

Thousands of gods will be dispatched, chased outside the Xitian Gate, and surrounded the fairy corpses.

In front of the gods, a **** with a three-pointed two-bladed gun will go out, staring at the fairy car in front, and the color flashes in his eyes.

Such coercion is not unusually strong.

"Catch it!"

General Qing Jian said, coldly.

With an order, thousands of gods will pass by, a strong breath, causing the situation to change.

"Follow me, be jealous!"

I saw this moment. Among the fairy chairs, a ghostly masterpiece, a woman in a red wedding dress walked out, Yan Emperor's sword started, a simple wave, all the close gods will be flew out.

The blood spattering all over the sky was dazzling and dazzling.

Behind, Qianbaishen changed his face and paused.

Qing Jianzhan will look at the woman wearing a red wedding dress in front of her, her expression is slightly heavy, she will step forward and swoop forward.

The three-pointed two-blade gun was chopped head-on, looming like a mountain, the Qing Jian warlord, one of the strongest warriors of Dongfang Shenting.

Fell off with a single shot, the void of God Realm was directly split, a huge black cavity appeared, and the airflow was turbulent.

In front of the immortal sedan, Yan Jun of the prefecture waved his sword to meet him, with a bang, two **** soldiers handed over, the waves rolled, the fierce prestige spread out.

"Retreat."

A confrontation, Yan Jun, the land mansion, left the palm, and the invincible ghost power gathered. He suddenly shook his eyes.

A hundred feet away, Qing Jian God stopped the figure, and at the corner of his mouth, a touch of blood slipped silently.

Is just a move, the invincible Qing Jian God of the Eastern Divine Court will have been wounded.

"Yan Jun, the local government, came to the shrine in person and greeted him from a distance."

The voice fell, the sky was full of purple dragon spirit, and then the heavenly gods gathered together, and a figure of the world walked out, looking at the woman in front of him, and said.

"Lord of the Divine Court."

Yu Jun's mouth flashed coldly, said lightly.

"Destroy my Shenting Tianmen for no reason, Yan Jun, shouldn't you give me an explanation?" The Lord of the Shenting calmly said.

"This world, when I have a master, why don't I know." Yan Jun, the land man, said with a sneer.

"Yan Jun's remarks, can I be regarded as provocative?" The main voice of Shenting said coldly.

"What you think, it has nothing to do with me, please let go."

Yu Jun's ghostly resurgence around the body, the killing opportunities showed, Tao said.

"If I say no!" The Lord of God Court said toughly.

"Then let's kill each other."

Yun Jun said no more, Emperor Yan turned, the purple brilliance was dazzling, and the mighty Diwei swept the land for nine days.

Ten thousand years, Yan Jun returned to God Realm, and faced the Lord of God Court.

The atmosphere was deadlocked, and the main body of the Divine Court was surging in strength. For a long time, the breath converged, and the road was opened.

"Since Yan Jun is anxious to borrow the way, then please go first." The Lord of the Court regained his calmness and said.

In front, Yan Jun's eyes narrowed slightly, waved away Yan Emperor, turned and walked into the fairy chair.

At the next moment, the three dragon corpses pulled the fairy chair away and disappeared into the west.

At the same time, the **** realm west, the plain-dressed white-headed demon traveled westward all the way, with both hands, stained with blood.

Strengthen the karma, but the demon body is more and more powerful, the karma is burning, and the strongest demon body is tempered.

The killing of monks into demons is a taboo method that has only existed in legends. Since ancient times, no one has really done it.

Ten thousand Buddhist monks, every time they kill one person, there will be a powerful karma to help the demon to burn the demon body, slaughter ten thousand Buddha, and the demon body becomes great.

More and more Tsing Yi monks are dying from all sides of the Buddhist realm. As the number of Tsing Yi monks who demonizes and demon decrees sharply, in the Western Buddhist world, demon and ghosts are rampant everywhere.

In the world of Buddha, in many famous mountains and rivers, in large temples, disciples continue to walk out, and each of them has at least the strength of the fourth realm, walking on earth, demons and demons.

At the same time, Xumi Foshan, a bodhisattva, walked down Foshan.

Bodhisattva in white, with a face that is indistinguishable from men and women, holding a white jade bottle, has a strong breath, and does not lose to the noble Buddha in Foshan.

Cihang Bodhisattva, the first Bodhisattva in Foshan, is inexcusable, and no one dares to underestimate its strength.

It is rumored that the Bodhisattva of Cihang in Foshan has already completed the cultivation of the Fifth Realm.

More than ten months later, in front of a large temple, Ning Chen stopped and looked at the large temple with blood flowing in front of him, frowning slightly.

In the large temple, all the monks have died, all wounds are in the throat, and a sword seals the throat.

"Amitabha!"

At this time, a Buddha horn sounded at the back, and the white Buddha stepped forward. Under his feet, the golden light was shining and the Buddha's nature was amazing.

"Indiscriminate killing of innocents, no guilt forgiveness, please return to Foshan for punishment."

Cihang Bodhisattva said, his tone could not be refused.

Ning Chen turned around and looked at the Buddha realm Bodhisattva in front of men and women with a slightly condensed look.

Good powerful Buddha!

This person makes him feel like facing the Lord Buddha.

In front of the big temple, Bodhisattva Cihang stopped and looked at the big temple with blood flowing in front of him. Even if the heart of the bodhisattva, it was hard to hide anger at this moment.

"These people were killed by your lord?" Cihang Boss said in a deep voice.

"No."

Ning Chen said lightly.

The eyes of Bodhisattva Cihang swept through the miserable state in the large temple, converging his mind, unwilling to waste his tongue.

The coercion of the fifth realm is as majestic as the storm waves, the air and waves pass by, and the world fades instantly.

Seeing Ning Chen, his figure retreated, the phoenix speeded up, avoiding the former sharp edge.

The look of Cihang Bodhisattva does not change, and the surrounding Buddha lights continue to spread, followed closely.

The Dharma is boundless, and the Buddha realm is boundless. Between counts of interest, Ning Chen's figure has swept through thousands of miles, but he still can't escape the Dharma boundary.

In the world of Buddhism and Dharma, the Bodhisattva Cihang stepped forward, and was only far away from the horizon.

The speed of competition, when Cihang Bodhisattva opened the infinite magical power of Dharma, knowing the destiny can no longer take advantage.

An unprecedented opponent, an unprecedented crisis, the strong man of the Fifth Realm shot himself, and strongly arrested the devil of the Buddha.

In the world of Dharma, Ning Chen is surrounded by Buddha's power and magic energy, and the Buddha and the demon meet each other, constantly consuming each other.

In front of him, the Bodhisattva Cihang was getting closer and closer, supreme practice, suppressing all resistance.

"Finally, please ask you to go back to Foshan to confess your sins." Cihang Bodhisattva said lightly.

"Impossible."

Ning Chen calmly responded, a body full of magical energy, violently blocking the Buddha power coming from all directions.

"Stubbornness!"

Cihang Bodhisattva's expression was cold, no more persuasion, the fingertips were lightly twisted, in the dazzling Buddha light, a drop of water flew out of the white jade net bottle, and in an instant, it turned into a huge wave and fell from the sky.