Ai Chunqiu, a generation of heroes, died like this, and he had no power to fight back at all, and was burned by the ignorant karmic fire in his body caused by the Saiza Living Buddha.

Until he died, he didn't understand why he was so vulnerable.

Only Chen Yi knew that the Living Buddha Saiza was not simply a Buddhist power, but was most likely the reincarnation of Guru Padmasambhava. Master Padmasambhava's cultivation to the heavens, even among the dragon riders of the past dynasties, is also the best, and after so many lifetimes of cultivation, it is not easy to kill him?

It's like he said it himself, something like an ant!

"Good is rewarded with good, evil is rewarded with evil, you come to my Kunlun to do evil, you must accept the evil retribution!"

The tall lama Solang, who was with the Saiza Living Buddha, said without joy or sorrow, raised the heavy iron rod, and joined the battle, and together with Zhao Xuantan, dealt with the angel Borg.

Solang joined the battle, and the pressure on Borg increased sharply, and he was still fighting with Zhao Xuantan, and he faintly gained some upper hand, but now the shape of shì took a sharp turn and was pressed and beaten by the two of them.

"Two against one, don't you Huaxia monks have a little gentlemanly demeanor?" Borg retreated again and again, his face was ugly, and his anger came from it, although he knew that he had done evil first, but now he couldn't care so much, it was best to separate the two, even if he couldn't defeat, he had a chance to escape.

Again, for cultivators like them, being alive means a qiē, and being dead means having nothing at all.

"Hmph, you came to destroy my Huaxia dragon vein first, destroy my Huaxia foundation, why do you selectively forget?" Zhao Xuantan snorted coldly, and the strength in his hand increased again, whoever spoils my Huaxia should be punished!

Although Lange is a lama, believes in Buddhism, and pays attention to compassion, he is not stupid, and letting go of the evildoers is the greatest evil, because they will harm more people.

He has no joy or sorrow, his face is always calm as water, avoiding the dagger that Borg slashed at his throat, "Donor, the dragon vein of Huaxia is indestructible, it is about the growth of all things, it is about the survival of living beings, you have committed a big taboo and you should be punished." ”

Although the three of them kept talking, there was no pause in their hands, and the figures were staggered, and they couldn't tell who was who.

"Okay, good, you Huaxia prides itself on being a state of etiquette, and you are so righteous and awe-inspiring to bully more and less, I can be regarded as a long insight!"

The more Borg hit, the more he was hit in the shoulder, and he was hit in the shoulder by the iron rod lama, and then punched in the chest by Zhao Xuantan, the corners of his mouth were bleeding, and he hated a lot in his heart, not because he hated these two people who hurt him, but because he hated Ai Chunqiu, the dead ghost.

When he first came to Huaxia, he was hesitant, but Ai Chunqiu patted his chest and promised that as long as he was there, the Huaxia people would not have any accidents.

It's good now, Ai Chunqiu, who swore at the beginning, has become a pile of ashes, not even a whole corpse, he was besieged by Huaxia monks, and he has no strength to fight back, and there is a Chen Yi who can't see the depth in the distance, with eight heavenly dragons eyeing him, death is only a matter of time.

What to do?

"I'm fighting with you!"

Death is the best way to stimulate potential, and in the face of death, Borg's potential has been exerted to the limit, and he has never been so powerful in his life.

However, there is no use for eggs......

"Bang!"

Lange's iron rod slammed into his waist like a dragon.

"Click!"

Zhao Xuantan flew up in the air, and when he was in severe pain, he punched him on the forehead, and the flesh and bones were shattered, white and red like peach blossoms, sprinkled in the air, which could be regarded as his own heroic way of funeral for himself.

Zhao Xuantan cleaned the filth on his hands, looked at the phoenix, her opponent had also reached the end of the strong crossbow, and had been pressed and beaten by the phoenix, if it weren't for the special physique, the resistance to the fight would be super strong, otherwise he would have died long ago.

Geng Bo, Tong Zi, Ye Rong, and Lan Shuang are also coming to an end, four people fight two, and there are insidious killers such as Yan Gu and Di Mao, and the victory is certain.

"Let's do it quickly!"

Chen Yi roared and commanded the eight Heavenly Dragons, divided into two groups, and killed the remaining few people.

"Boom"

"Boom"

"Click"

……

The defeat of those three people was revealed, and with this new force joining, how could it be their opponents, in a few rounds, they were torn apart and decapitated.

"Alas!"

Ye Rong looked at the corpses all over the ground, a little unbearable. These few people are powerful no matter where they are placed, but today they are all dying in a foreign land, in the barren mountains and mountains.

Chen Yi sneered: "For the sake of one's own selfish desires, to destroy the earth dragon veins on which sentient beings depend, no matter how well prepared and how careful they are, they will not be able to escape the punishment of heaven after all. ”

Zhao Xuantan, Chen Yi, Lange, Phoenix and others are just a hand from heaven to execute on their behalf.

"How can anyone who destroys the dragon veins in ancient and modern times get good rewards? The First Emperor, afraid of the rise of Chu and the appearance of a true dragon, dug up the dragon vein of the Purple Mountain, but what was the result, it was not the second end? ”

Zhao Xuantan's eyes were as cold as a knife, without the slightest trace of sympathy, the First Emperor couldn't escape this karmic reincarnation, let alone these little miscellaneous fish?

The sky net is magnificent, negligent but not leaky, and evil deeds will be reaped! This is a truth that has been unbreakable since ancient times.

"My Buddha is compassionate!"

The Living Buddha of Saiza said the Buddha's name softly, his face was compassionate, and he recited a large section of the mantra of blissful death.

Sins in life, accounts after death, even punishment is the business of the Buddha Yama, as the power of refining the Dharma, Saiha Living Buddha still did what he had to do.

When Ai Chunqiu died, that strange formation lost its host, and it automatically broke open, letting go of the dragon spirit. The dragon spirit broke free, although it was injured, but it did not hurt its roots, but it was just to be quietly restored for hundreds of years.

It glanced at Saiza Living Buddha and Chen Yi meaningfully, and then roared loudly and sank into the ground.

After the death of the dragon rider, he will sleep in Kunlun, and there are only three people who can get rid of this reincarnation for thousands of years, Padmasambhava, the ancestor of the Ai family, and the ancestral army!

After reciting the Bliss Mantra, the Living Buddha put away the prayer beads, leaned down, and opened the black pocket, which contained the spirit body that had fallen off the dragon spirit's body.

"Aang!"

As soon as the pocket was opened, several painful roars were immediately heard, followed by nine small golden dragons the thickness of arms.

They are all the embodiment of the detached spirit of the dragon spirit.

Nine little dragons flew out of their pockets and did not enter the great dragon vein, but continued to fly around the Saiza Living Buddha, like a child meeting his mother, and like the stars and the moon.

Saiza Living Buddha's face did not move, just quietly recited the unknown scriptures, waited for thousands of years, and finally completed the first step in the plan at this moment!

The nine little dragons flew for a moment, and suddenly they all groaned in unison, and pounced on the Saiza Living Buddha, submerging into their bodies.

"Boom!"

The momentum of the living Buddha of Saiza skyrocketed, and the whole person seemed to be made of golden light, dazzling, and it was countless times more solemn than the statues of the gods enshrined in the Taer Temple and the Potala Palace.

"Welcome back!"

With a low roar, Asura led the eight heavenly dragons and saluted together!