The Emperor Reigns Them All

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Watching Huang Jingyuan die under Li Yanjian, the monk Xianting was all indignant and outraged, making a deafening roar. Chen Jizhen even had a angina pectoris, and he couldn't help but spit a large blood.

He widened his eyes like bronze bells, stared at Li Yan with anger and rushed to the crown: "You mortal, ants! How dare you sacrifice immortals, how dare you ?! What you do today will anger Xianting, you Death is not a pity, but all of you will be punished by Xianting ... "

Unlike Huang Jingyuan's calmness at the last moment, Chen Jizhen did not have such a state of mind.

As a brave and advancing seventy-two landlord, he cannot doubt himself in front of the enemy. His position and character are destined. Even if he sees the coffin, he will not cry, and he will not die in the Yellow River, so he is angry. Swear.

His screams stopped abruptly. Li Yan didn't move. Someone sent him into the coffin.

When Master Feihong retracted his hand again, Chen Jizhen had fallen to the ground with twisted limbs, Qiqiao bleeding, and the shallow pit under him was a little deeper.

At this point, in response to the current chaotic situation in the world of Kyushu, the Xianting sent seventy-two local evils to clear the barriers and stabilize the order of rule.

When Chen Jizhen and Huang Jingyuan died, the remaining monks did not last long. Soon, there was no surviving monk in the field.

Only four or five monks can stand, and two or three seriously wounded can only sit against the wall. The Buddhist monks are almost twice as powerful as the monks.

As the winners of side-by-side operations, their common opponents are now dead, but they are not half relaxed and congratulated. All monks looked weird, and the positions on which the two sides stood were distinct.

Not only are the positions clearly defined, but also the monks on both sides have been alert to each other.

Beyond just alerting each other, it is already a murderous secret.

With the passage of time quietly, each other's alert has gradually become a tiger's eye for Buddhist monks, and the monk monk is dying. The atmosphere became more tense, and everyone's heartstrings gradually tightened.

As time quietly passes, the tense heartstring will eventually reach the extreme.

Once the strings break, it's time they can no longer stand still.

The eyes of monks on both sides fell on Li Zhi and Master Feihong intentionally or unintentionally.

They decided when the monks on both sides would fight.

At this moment, Li Yan and Master Feihong are sharing the spoils.

Unlike the monks of the monks and the Buddhist monks, they are like old friends, squatting in front of the bodies of Chen Jizhen and Huang Jingyuan and talking.

Li Yan received Chen Jizhen's flag, and handed Huang Jingyuan's gossip to Master Feihong: "Although you may not be able to afford this magic weapon, it is better than nothing."

Master Feihong glanced at the gossip plate, and surprisingly did not refuse, it was logically put away.

The two stood up and looked at the monks waiting for each other. The scene in front of them reminds them that no matter what kind of tacit understanding, trust, cooperation they have played, and what kind of results they have achieved, the relationship between them will not change in nature.

Master Feihong did not drink, and he did not tilt his head when speaking. The slender and long hand held the jade bottle. The clear voice was like a mountain stream and a clear spring, meaning inexplicable. For myself, the lower bound is just a journey. There are so many things in the world like the Ganges. There are endless turbulence in the Ganges. Things in the world come and go. It is more interesting to be a person who looks at the scenery than a person in the painting. "

These words seem simple, but in fact they have a lot of information and profound meaning. They even include Feihong's three views and the meaning of their own existence. If I change to a general monk, I'm afraid I won't answer easily.

However, Li Yan is a man who can talk with Master Feihong for three days and three nights. He smiled and said, "This is a man in the bureau, why talk about red dust?"

Doctor Feihong touched Yujing's finger for a moment, and then he was silent.

Travel around the world, be a person who looks at the scenery, believe in the horse, find interesting people and things, and rejoice with him, free, and free like the wind.

This is the spiritual life of countless monks.

If this is also the pursuit of Master Feihong, then she is destined not to get these.

She is the big bodhisattva of Shimen Buddha, and her status is equal to that of Wenshu and Puxian. She has tremendous cultivation and great ties.

Any person with an identity must be imprisoned by identity, and that is where they are.

How easy is it to get rid of the shackles of identity and pursue freedom?

Shimen always said that the Buddha was three thousand. In fact, the main body is not Tianzhu, Western Regions and other places.

A hundred years ago, when the Sasanian dynasty invaded eastward, Tianzhu was in a period of division and chaos. Decades ago, descendants of Mohammed occupied northwestern Tianzhu, and Islamic monks formally invaded Tianzhu. To this day, the Shimen Holy Buddha had to prepare for a decisive battle with God to maintain Shimen's position in Tianzhu.

The Holy Buddha was forced to have a decisive battle with God, and there was another incentive. Over the years, by the time of Islamic invasion of Tianzhu, the once-declined Brahman had grown and had threatened Shimen Buddha's rule over Tianzhu from the inside.

Brahman is the "demon tribe" of Tianzhu.

The role of Islamic monks in Tianzhu is just like the role of monks in the Tang Dynasty. The only difference is that one invasion succeeded and one has not.

In addition, in the Western Regions, all countries have been occupied by Uighurs and Ming religions. It is only a matter of time before the collapse of the Shimen faith in the Western Regions.

The situation in the Buddhist domain is so endangered. If we cannot survive in Datang, once we lose Tianzhu again, how will we deal with it in the future?

Under such circumstances, Feihong's pursuit of personal practice can only give way to the overall situation of the survival and decline of Shimen Buddha.

This is also the meaning of Li Yong's phrase "As a man in the game, why talk about red dust".

Li Yan sighed with both hands, and then sighed, "For ordinary people, if you have a lot of money in your home, you can do what you want. But for monks, you can't do anything without seeing the avenue. "

Chief Feihong glanced at Li Yan, but said, "You are wrong."

Li froze, "I was wrong?"

Master Feihong looked back and said lightly, "When you understand where you are wrong, Enlightenment will go further."

Li Yan smiled, "I respect the teachings of the Grand Master."

Chief Feihong said nothing.

They were silent.

The silence, which came suddenly and logically, lasted for a long time.

After a long time, Dr. Feihong opened her mouth slowly. She looked at the purple-blue grid that had reached the city wall and whispered: "This time, you have seen many people and things. You are the most interesting one. If it is weekdays, I I want to talk to you for another three years. "

Li Jun smiled purely: "Three years is not long."

There was a faint touch of faintness in Feihong's eyes. For her, three years is not long, because she has gone through many years.

What she didn't know was that for Li Yong, who was a monk in the previous life, three years was not long.

At that time, he just had no chance to become an immortal, but he was stuck in the real state of Yang Shen for hundreds of years. During this period, he traveled the world, seen too many scenery and had too much understanding.

In that turbulent world and information explosion, hundreds of years are like thousands of years.

If not, he would not be able to use a lot of skills, and he would not be so involved in the avenue.

Dr. Feihong took a deep look at Li Yan and took a slow breath: "When you just finished the loot, you didn't give me the copper block that Huang Jingyuan wore."

Li Yan smiled: "This is not necessary. Mine is yours, and yours is mine."

Feihong Tuoshi nodded.

She stopped talking.

She has three more blue peaks in her hand.

With a sword in hand, Li Yan and Lu's sword lit up a layer of misty green, like a flame.

First to start, he stabbed Feihong.

Fei Hongshi also came with a sword.

The two swords intersect, making a crisp impact sound. In the aura that flashes like sparks, the figures of the two are at a glance.

Divide at the first sight, and divorce at the first sight.

As a finch, coming and going, swords and swords can be divided between life and death.

Monk monks and Buddhist monks in the field did not move at this moment. Not only did not move, but even the tense atmosphere was gone. Because they all turned around, they focused their attention on Li Ying and Feihong who were at war.

It was a life-and-death fight, and the outcome of the monks on both sides determined the fate of the monks on both sides.

If Master Feihong kills Li Kun, the monk monks will naturally die.

If Li Xun had the ability to kill Master Feihong, then these Buddhist monks could not help him.

Li Yan's eyes were like iron, and Feihong's eyebrow was like a sword.

The two men joined each other shortly, never flying over the eaves, and killing only in the courtyard. The light of the sword is splattered with ink, the clanging sounds are endless, the sounds of gurgling, clapping, gurgling, and snoring are ringing from time to time, the blood lines are flowing one after another, splashing like snow.

There were more and more wounds on their bodies, their robes were getting red, and the outcome was getting closer.

The closer the win, the harder it is to separate.

A full moment passed, Li Yan still looked as iron, and Feihong Shi was still a sword-like eyebrow.

But later, the frequency of injuries on both sides not only did not increase, but decreased.

The monks on both sides of the war have different looks, some are serious, some are confused, some are sighing, some are dazed, some are indifferent, some are indifferent, some are painful, and some are tangled. But no matter what their looks and their minds were, they did not act lightly.

The victory between life and death lies only between Li Zhi and Master Feihong.

The two didn't have nonsense, just fighting.

Maybe the next moment, one person fell down and couldn't get up again.

Finally, the limit is reached.

With a bang, there was a huge burst of noise outside the city. The monks on both sides looked back and saw that Zilan Power Grid had entered the city. Wherever the thunder and lightning went, there was a continuous explosion, the city walls were blasted, the houses were leveled, and the trees were turned into fly ash.

The so-called thunderbolt is nothing more than this.

While the entire ruin was destroyed and devoured by every inch, it also shook violently, as if an earthquake struck, and that was a chain reaction caused by the explosion. Monks on both sides have stood unstable.

In the courtyard, Li Zhi and Master Feihong were still fighting.

In their previous understanding, only before the power grid came face-to-face, would they kill each other and make themselves the only monk camp alive, and the blockade of the light outside the city would open and they could leave here. Prior to this, there were never any ruins left by monks from both sides.

Li Yan and Feihong Shi must kill each other as soon as possible.

But the outcome has not yet arrived.

While the monks on both sides stabilized their bodies and stared at the two, they were both nervous.

The victory is about to be divided, before the purple blue grid is on the way. One of them must fall. Otherwise they will both have to die.

But suddenly things changed.

In the middle of the ruins, a huge white beam of light suddenly rose to the sky!

There are no clouds in the secret place, and the long sky is a whole blue curtain. At this moment, the white pillars of light line the sky like miracles.

Everyone looked at the white beam of light, with shock, surprise, confusion and ecstasy in their eyes.

In the center of the beam of light, there is a tomahawk part hanging, which is unprecedentedly dazzling.