Supreme Daddy

Oni Yaksha and the others were crying and laughing. He said this as if someone was forcing him to do something wrong and he blamed others very much.

Ling Yun just wants to say to this, don't persuade others to be good without going through their suffering.

"Donor, you are wrong to think this way. The world is not sorry for you, but you are sorry for the world. If your wife is resurrected, she will not want to see you killing indiscriminately for her."

Master Xuanzhen looked at the chanter and said.

"Stop talking nonsense. This is a road with no turning back. The world owes me justice. Even if the whole world is slaughtered, so what!"

The chanter looked at Master Xuanzhen, his eyes still so cold and heartless.

"There is no cure, no need to save anymore, devil, the monk will kill you today."

"Amitabha, with that said, it's time for me to take action."

Master Xuanxin and Master Xuanzhen rarely put their hands together and reached an agreement.

boom!

"One sword to cut off the sky!"

The chanter shouted loudly, and the sword energy spurted out dozens of feet long, falling horizontally towards Master Xuanxin.

While the blade buzzed and trembled, there seemed to be an extremely sharp sword energy that was hesitating.

Master Xuanxin took a few steps back, his face becoming extremely solemn.

"Namo Amitabha!"

A sound of Buddha's voice gently dissolved this extraordinary sword. The person muttering to himself was none other than Master Xuanzhen. The latter's Buddhist teachings were profound, and everyone's eyes widened!

"When will retribution be repaid? Amitabha, please look back, donor. Living is just your obsession. The world is so big that there is no way to bring the dead back to life."

Another mouthful of Buddha's voice, and a golden Buddha seal that was a hundred feet long, seemed to be about to sweep across the nine-day galaxy, with an aura of destruction, it rushed out violently.

The Buddha's seal stepped deeply on the chanter's body, like an ancient giant elephant pressing on him.

A trace of blood spilled from the corner of the chanter's mouth, and he knelt on the ground, blocking the suppression of the Buddha's seal with his two swords.

Master Xuanxin’s face was full of disbelief. They had been searching for the chanting student for more than half a month, and they were subdued like this?

Everyone was stunned as they watched Master Xuanzhen keep reciting scriptures, with a hint of awe in his eyes.

"Old bald donkey, what kind of move is this? Let me go."

Practitioners have always struggled.

Seeing the chanter being captured, all the cultivators immediately drew their swords and faced each other.

"Coffin-carrying Blood Demon, take your life!"

"kill!"

Suddenly, dozens of people waved their hands in unison, and the terrifying sword energy filled the air.

The three little guys covered their eyes and peeked, and said in a sweet voice: "It's not good, the strange uncle is going to be chopped into nineteen pieces."

Gui Yaksha and Yan Xuefei looked at this scene and had no intention of helping.

boom!

"Amitabha."

Master Xuanzhen neutralized these exploitative moves with one palm and smiled slightly.

"Master Xuanzhen, what do you mean?"

"Don't think that just because you are powerful, you can stop us from taking revenge."

"You are not from Putuo Temple either. Without their protection, you would not know how to die."

Everyone's dissatisfied eyes turned to Master Xuanzhen, and the latter said: "When will the injustice be repaid? This benefactor is too obsessed."

"Master Xuanxin, do you have nothing to say?"

A certain casual cultivator looked at Master Xuanxin and said.

"Master, you must understand that Xuanzhen no longer belongs to our Putuo Temple. This time we captured the chanter because we consumed his power first."

A certain Putuo Temple disciple looked at the absent-minded Master Xuanxin and said.

Hearing this, Master Xuanzhen smiled bitterly. This is Putuo Temple. He once thought it was the Putuo Temple where he would return to his lifelong destination. Haha...

"Senior brother, don't push me, little monk. For the sake of our former classmates, please don't interfere in this matter!"

Master Xuanxin finally spoke!

"Amitabha!"

Master Xuanzhen lowered his head and kept reciting scriptures.

"Go get his coffin!"

Master Xuanxin gave the order, and the other disciples immediately got on with sticks, and some casual cultivators helped cut the iron chains of the coffin with swords.

"Daddy!"

The little guy shook the corner of Ling Yun's clothes and was looking at the latter with his little eyes blinking.

"What's wrong."

"What is that?"

"Devil Seal!"

This is what Ling Yun passed on to Monk Shura, who realized it. Unexpectedly, Master Xuanzhen also learned it. This is the top level of Buddhism.

Under the suppression of the demon-subduing seal, the chanter's eyes turned red.

"Let me go...ah...don't touch my coffin!"

boom!

The blazing silver sword light swept towards the crowd as if it was about to cut through the stars in the sky. , and the Demon-Conquering Seal was also broken.

The chanter retreated violently, fell to the ground and coughed up blood, while his coffin was scattered on the other side!

After Master Xuanzhen's demon-subduing seal was broken, he was crying and laughing. He took a few steps back to stabilize his figure.

"Amitabha!"

Master Xuanzhen's demon-subduing seal appeared again and immediately suppressed the chanter to the ground.

An Qing touched the little guy's head and found that it was empty. Her eyes suddenly widened: "Ling Yun, where is our daughter!"

Ling Yun: "..."

Little Eileen said: "She and her sister are over there."

I saw the little guy and Beibei in front of the coffin, and the coffin was opened with a hole, and the inside could be vaguely seen.

The disciples of Putuo Temple immediately surrounded the coffin. A certain disciple said: "What about bringing the dead back to life? This kind of evil magic is very harmful to people. How many lives have been lost in your hands."

"I'm going to destroy this coffin today."

A certain casual cultivator struck with a knife, a huge roar sounded, and the coffin was split into two halves instantly!

The curious little guy walked a little closer and looked at the indestructible corpse without blinking.

so beautiful!

This is the first feeling between the little guy and Beibei.

It seemed to be the Sleeping Beauty in deep sleep, with her long eyelashes and straight pretty nose.

And the slightly pursed red jade lips formed a beautiful face that is unforgettable.

She also has a stunningly exquisite face.

"It's Snow White. Daddy really didn't lie to me. There really is Snow White in the world, and her little prince is here."

The little guy made a milky sound.

"If so, where are her seven dwarfs? Bebe is looking for them to sign autographs."

The conversation between these two little guys made Ling Yun want to go back to the yard, otherwise he couldn't explain it clearly.

"Damn it, you all deserve to die!"

boom……

Chanting Sutra was furious all over, and without saying a word, he continued to draw the sword. The silver sword light seemed to be able to split the sky, and the sword broke the demon-subduing seal again.

The figure rushed out violently, making the air scream.

puff!

The Putuo Temple disciples surrounding the coffin were killed one by one by the angry chanters, including the one who forcibly opened the coffin.

Master Xuanzhen immediately rushed to the little guy's side to prevent the chanter from harming them, but the chanter put down two knives.

"Qingxue, Qingxue..."

He picked up his wife's body and cried as helplessly as a child.

"Amitabha, donor, there is no resurrection after death."

Master Xuanzhen shook his head!