The white-clothed monk crossed his eyebrows and coldly rebuked the Ten Thousand Buddhas, and dared to 'call himself a Buddha in vain' to provoke the wrath of the Ten Thousand Buddhas! Ding Feng was next to the Heart Zen Venerable, and he was also confused when he was lost, and for some reason the white-clothed monk who had the feelings of compatriots with him and had great reverence for the Heart Zen Venerable would speak against each other. Pen %Fun %Pavilion www.biquge.info This is different from memory recall, there is a real emotion. It's all there, immersive, and human.

Ding Feng seems to have returned to the land of the Buddha, no longer the Ding Feng of this life and this life, but the novice in front of the throne of the Venerable Heart Zen. The white-clothed monk struck an eight-colored wishful light that made Ding Feng return to 3,300 generations ago, as if traveling through time and returning to the Buddha country.

When Ding Feng opened his eyes again, he had already understood everything. Life and life, every little bit, any little detail, Ding Feng already knows it. For a moment, Ding Feng looked at the white-clothed monk in front of him, his expression was slightly sad: "The country of Buddha is not the real country of Buddha, no matter how real it is, it is just a memory." In this life and this life, I am just 'Ding Feng', and 'he' is long gone, even if you ask the gods and Buddhas, and go down to the underworld, you can't find a person who doesn't exist. ”

But the white-clothed monk vetoed: "All kinds of things in the Buddha country are true, you have experienced all kinds of him, then you are him, and you should bear it!"

The white-clothed monk did not forgive, Ding Feng clasped the invisible sword in his hand, and the sword intent was above the nine heavens, and he was not fascinated by the white-clothed monk: "Since it is true, why don't you return to the Buddha country with this?"

"To you, true. To me, it's true or false. A decaying Buddha country can't accommodate me, and I'm going to create an immortal Buddha land that will last forever!"

The white-clothed monk is by no means a lie, there are countless Taoist realms and Buddha fields in the world. If you want to say who is most likely to open up the Buddha country and become the fourth Buddha gate. There was no one but him.

Ding Feng said to himself in an inaudible voice: "Don't you already know, we are from the same source, and we are the same person." To you and to me, those are false. "The white-clothed monk is too obsessed, and he is still unwilling to let go after 3,300 lifetimes. Ding Feng stopped him for 3,300 lifetimes, but he did not forget his hatred, and his obsession was irreparable. If you don't stop until you reach your goal, it's the same for many lifetimes of reincarnation, and the gods and Buddhas can't be erased.

No one in the world dares to make a move on the two of them, and the real power knows that the two of them are the reincarnation of the Yuan Ling of the Buddha Kingdom in their palms, and they are still the Yuan Spirits of the Buddha Kingdom in their hands before this supreme divine power has given birth to a new Yuan Spirit. As soon as the spirit of the Yuan is extinguished, it will affect the Buddha country. This is equivalent to declaring war on the entire Buddhism, and no force in the starry sky has such the courage to declare war on the Buddhism.

The white-clothed monk's calculations failed, but Ding Feng still refused to give up the battle! The white-clothed monk was fluttering, the monk's body and Shura's eight noses were smashed, and the huge fist had not yet arrived, and the ground had been cracked! Ding Feng's strength was as strong as one, and he was bound to become a Buddha, and a tiger and arhat were also punched out of the air, and under the giant fist of the asura, this fist seemed so small and so weak. Ding Feng buckled his sword and took out his sword! The invisible sword slashed out of the earth wave, the eight-armed giant fist of Asura, Ding Feng's eight swords slashed out! The sword qi of the Dao Dao was sharp and unparalleled, the sword qi was fierce, and the body of Shura was destroyed! Asura leaned back, and the eight giant fists were all stunned!

Twelve Yuanchen sword pills turned into four sword formations, soaring upward, and the nine heavenly swords fell! Asura's face was hideous, with three eyes and pupils, and the eyes were hidden with Buddhist spells, and there were thousands of demonic lights! The sword array was like a dragon, 'fine dust', 'dreaming', and 'Dao sword' The four were mixed together, and the seven colors of the sword light entered the invisible, and the seven colors became invisible, and the seven colors were exquisite, and the four sword formations were dazzling, based on the Dao sword, and the sword array was crossed!

The Asura passed away silently, and the shadow of the giant stood in the void and gradually dimmed! The white-clothed monk never took half a step back, urging the eight-colored eight-color eight-treasure Ruyi Tower, and the eight-colored treasure light met the four sword formations! It is difficult to attack half an inch with the sharpness of the invisible sword qi, and the strength of the eight-color Ruyi treasure light defense is extremely rare, this is also a kind of great magic power of Buddhism, and it is known for its defense! It is known as the first defense magic power of Buddhism under the Buddha country!

Ding Feng pinched the sword trick in his hand, and the sword finger turned into a sword! The sword qi gourd was full of murderous machines, one yin and one yang, one life and one death, one red and one Xuan, and the two instruments passed through the Tianzhen Gang sword gasification and the meteor blade outside the sky slashed the eight-colored and eight-treasure Ruyi Pagoda! The soil of the West Pole sank for three points, and the pagoda was not broken, but it was deep in the ground, unable to extricate itself! Ding Feng's spine was coherent throughout the body, and Jun Tian's strength was knocked out with a sword! Xianwu Sword Dao, Jun Tian slashed! The treasure light collapsed, and the pagoda turned into a round of Buddha light and returned to the back of the white-clothed monk's head.

At this time, the white-clothed monk folded his hands, but the dragon skin protected the lord by itself! At the critical moment, Ding Feng was still affected by the eight-colored treasure light, and he couldn't bear it and hesitated for a moment. The sword qi and sword intent both condensed, and at this moment, a ghost claw forced the sword qi tornado open and grabbed Ding Feng.

Ding Feng smiled on his face, and threw out a truncated corner tip of the soul arrester and threw it into the sword qi storm, but the ghost claw changed when it landed, and fished it out to the tip of the horn! A sharp corner was struck, and there was a sinister laugh from outside the battle position of the two, and a green-skinned soul stomped on the ground with four hooves, rushing into the center of the two: "Two little ghosts, you are all going to die here today!"

Ding Feng's war with the Western Pole Shura Dao Demon Monk attracted countless coveters, and the mana realm of the two was not high, but the combat power was so strong that outsiders were discouraged. These people with evil intentions did not dare to join forces, so they had to retreat. But Ding Feng holds the Soul Detention Horn, and Ding Feng's name has already been on the Soul Detention Ancestor's must-kill list. And he had already remembered the secret method of the immortality of the demon monk, and when they were both defeated, he would recapture the single horn, detain the souls of the two, and torture the secret method.

The white-clothed monk didn't ask, but still faced Ding Feng. Ding Feng was the same, neither of them seemed to take the Soul Detention Ancestor to heart.

The Soul Arrester spewed out two black gases, roaring with its head held high, and its eyes were red, which showed its anger. Later, he turned into the form of an old man, and said with a sad smile: "This ancestor will take out his soul later, see if you two yellow-mouthed children dare not put this ancestor in your eyes!" He has long regarded Ding Feng and the white-clothed monk as fish and meat, and as a weight for trading with Buddhism.

The Soul Detention Ancestor was cautious, and after repeatedly confirming that there was no problem with this single horn, Xuanguang made a little bit of light and 'glued' the single horn back. Ding Fengyuguang smiled when he caught a glimpse of this scene, and so did Sun Xiaosheng, who was far away in the Jialan Temple. He was lying on the tree, two little monkeys were holding banana leaves to help him fan the wind, Sun Xiaosheng was a carp, and the golden giant ape was blazing like flame!

By the time the Soul Arresting Ancestor sensed that something was wrong, it was already too late, and the originally pitch-black horns were as blazing as molten iron, and the white brilliance bloomed! The Soul Arresting Ancestor's forehead was bruised, and the black qi was rising! He touched it with his hand, and as soon as he touched the unicorn, there was a sizzling sound, and the flesh and blood of his fingers melted, leaving only the white bones of Sensen.