In the Western Buddha world, on the endless wilderness, get rid of the first wave of pursuit in Foshan and restore the demon body, the blood-colored demon lines in the eyebrows and hearts, bloody and dazzling.

In order to improve his strength and kill the Desireless Heaven, Ning Chen has abandoned all human emotions at all costs, and walked the world with the most ruthless side.

Cihang Bodhisattva's failure to punish demons is an unacceptable thing for the entire Buddha world, and in the Buddha Mountain, there is silence and no sound.

From all sides of the Buddha world, there are constantly messengers appearing to find the Tsing Yi monks who are walking in the Buddha world and inform them of the evil calamity.

However, with tens of thousands of years of tradition in the Buddha world, monks in Tsing Yi have spread all over the Buddha world, and how can they all be found in a short period of time.

The demon who killed the monk and preached the Tao was faster than any herald, and many times, the Foshan herald had only looked for the monk in Tsing Yi, but what he saw was only the corpse of the monk.

The evil disaster spread, and in a few months, the people of the entire Buddhist world were panicked, and the mountains and rivers became a forbidden place for monks.

Under Ning Chen's subordinates, more and more ghosts were rescued, and the ghosts died with resentment, more than ninety percent of them were women, and the cause of death was suspicious.

In the vein of a mountain and river, in front of Ning Chen, a monk in green clothes fell into a pool of blood, and at the throat, the sword marks were so neat, a sword sealed the throat, and there was no room for resistance.

The demon is ruthless, at least, for the entire divine realm, there is no emotion for Zhifang.

Not far from the battle, one after another ghosts were crawling, trembling.

Ning Chen waved his hand, and the aura of heaven and earth was surging, submerging into the bodies of many ghosts.

More than ten female ghosts, the ghosts around their bodies gradually dispersed, their hideous faces returned to their pre-death appearance, and they saluted respectfully to the white-haired man in front of them, and then disappeared into the depths of the mountains and forests.

"Immortal Chief, they are so pitiful. ”

On Ning Chen's shoulder, the little gourd looked at the disappearing female ghosts in white, and her immature little face showed pity,

"Only when ghosts and monsters are rampant, the existence of Foshan will be indispensable. ”

Ning Chen looked at the Sumeru Buddha Mountain in the distance, a cold color flashed in his eyes, he had a bad impression of Buddhism, he didn't produce, like a moth eating away at the achievements of believers, such a Buddhism could not be respected.

"Immortal Chief, let's hurry up, maybe we can save more people. The kind little gourd had a face full of unbearability, and urged.

"Hmm. ”

Ning Chen retracted his gaze and walked away.

Sumeru Foshan, Cihang Bodhisattva stands quietly on the lotus platform, twists the fingers of the slender hand, and the Buddha shines all around.

The returning Cihang Bodhisattva breathes day and night to repair the injured Buddha body.

On the void, the Buddha from the West sits on the golden lotus, the Buddha is solemn, and the coercion is amazing.

The two giants of Foshan, since the return of Cihang Bodhisattva, have hardly had any communication.

Everyone in Foshan knows that although Cihang Bodhisattva is only a Bodhisattva, his status is higher than that of all Buddhas, second only to the Lord of Foshan, the Buddha from the West.

In Foshan, news about the evil calamity kept coming, and Foshan sent many masters to arrest them, but all of them ended in failure.

The power of the devil is beyond imagination, Cihang Bodhisattva did not say half a word about the matter of knowing fate and turning into gods, and Foshan also suffered a lot of losses.

Foshan sent no less than ten masters at the level of gods and demons, and all of them ended up hating, and none of them came back alive.

"Cihang. ”

Finally, after losing four more Buddha and demon-level masters in Foshan, the Buddha from the West finally took the initiative to speak, looked at the Cihang Bodhisattva who was pranayama with his eyes closed in front of him, and said, "Did something happen to that young man?"

Cihang Bodhisattva opened his eyes, bowed, and said respectfully, "I don't know when I return to my Buddha." ”

The eyes of the Buddha from the West narrowed slightly, and he said, "Would you like to go again and bring this son back to Foshan." ”

"Enlighten my Buddha, that young man is at the extreme speed of the phoenix, and my Buddha's body has not recovered, so it is difficult to capture it for the time being. Cihang Bodhisattva replied.

The Buddha frowned and said, "Jinpeng." ”

The words fell, the sky above Foshan, the golden light was dazzling, Jinpeng spread its wings, and flew to the front of the Buddhas in a blink of an eye.

"My Buddha. ”

Venerable Golden-winged Roc saluted respectfully.

"You go down the mountain with Cihang and bring back the demon who is in the realm of the Buddha of Misfortune. The Buddha ordered.

"Yes!"

Venerable Golden-winged Dapeng commanded.

Cihang Bodhisattva's expression flashed, and he did not refuse again, and bowed down to receive the order.

In the south of the Buddha world, the blood of the monks in Tsing Yi stained the mountains and rivers, and the white-haired figures in plain clothes walked among the mountains and rivers, like the god of death, constantly reaping the lives of the monks in Tsing Yi.

Thousands of monks in Tsing Yi fell, and countless resentful souls were able to save their lives and hide in the depths of the mountain range, avoiding the fate of their souls being scattered.

Every time a monk is killed, Ning Chen's body, karmic fire will appear, refining the demon's body.

Just when Ning Chen slaughtered the Buddhist monks in green clothes, on the Buddha, the golden light was filled, and many Buddhist masters left Foshan and rushed towards the south of the Buddhist realm.

Cihang Bodhisattva came out again, and in the rear, one by one the Bodhisattvas and Arhats followed, and the Buddha was full of light and extremely strong.

To the south of the Buddha Realm, Ning Chen felt the strangeness coming from the direction of Foshan and accelerated his action.

In ten days, hundreds of monks in Tsing Yi were killed in battle in seventy-seven mountain ranges, and their throats were sealed with a sword, and blood stained the green mountains.

"Nine thousand nine hundred and ninety-seven, nine thousand nine hundred and ninety-eight, nine thousand nine hundred and ninety-nine, Immortal Chief, there is still one left. ”

On Ning Chen's shoulder, the little gourd stretched out his white and tender little hand, counted it carefully, and raised his head to remind.

"So fast?"

Ning Chen's body was surrounded by karmic fires that had not been extinguished for several months.

"Well, I've counted it several times. ”

Xiao Hulu nodded very affirmatively and replied.

Ning Chen bowed his head and looked at the Buddha Cloud who was rapidly approaching in the distance, his expression slightly condensed.

This Buddha cloud has been chasing him for several days, and I am afraid that it will catch up soon.

Unexpectedly, there are also masters with such amazing speed in Foshan.

There is still one person missing, and the success is imminent, and he can't fall short.

Ning Chen's left hand flipped over, and the Book of Creation and Heaven manifested out of thin air, looking for the nearest monk in Tsing Yi with all his might.

In the ten volumes of heavenly books, the volume of Ming is powerful, peeking into the heavens.

After searching for a moment, Ning Chen waved his hand to put away the Book of Heaven, and his figure flashed and headed north.

In the distance, in the sky, Jinpeng spreads its wings and flies at extreme speed.

On the golden-winged roc, many bodhisattvas and arhats stand quietly, and the light of the Buddha is pervasive, helping Jinpeng chase demons.

Half a day later, on a beautiful mountain and river, the golden-winged Dapeng flew in, and a strong man of Buddhism fell from the sky and stood above the void.

On the top of the mountain, the white-haired figure in plain clothes turned his back to the Buddhas, and in front of him, on the throat of a monk in green clothes, cracks appeared, and blood gushed out.

The 10,000th Tsing Yi monk who has attained the Dharma has fallen in the eyes of many Bodhisattvas and Arhats in Buddhism, and his eyes are full of unwillingness and fear.

The monk in Tsing Yi died in battle, and Ning Chen was surrounded by endless karmic fires, which were majestic and shocking.

Karmic fire burned his body, killing monks and turning demons, in Ning Chen's body, chaotic demonic qi surged, and under the tempering of karmic fire, it gradually integrated into every inch of his body.

The next moment, on the top of the mountain, the fierce demonic power erupted, pitch black and heavy, as if the eternal night had come again, and the dawn had passed away.

Slaughtering all the Buddhas, the devil's path is complete, and after endless years, the immortal Buddha body reappears in the world.

"Guys, I've been waiting a long time. ”

In the violent black airflow, Ning Chen turned around, looked at the people in front of him with cold eyes, and said calmly.