The head of Yuanyang Sect has no real person, accepted the invitation of the Ten Thousand Buddhas Temple, and was preparing to cooperate with the Fengyang army to attack the ambush in one fell swoop. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

Wufeng Zhenren was furious when he heard this.

A group of Taoist friends and masters of Buddhism and martial arts are naturally more concerned.

Could it be that the Kuilu clan in the corpse land is still related to the Demon Dao?

However, when the messenger said that it was Wu Ming who broke into the mountain gate of Yuanyang Sect, it really caused a lot of commotion in the Ten Thousand Buddha Temple.

Wu Ming, these two words have become the focus of discussion in the cultivation world in recent years.

At a young age, his demonic skills reached the peak, and in his hand was a bloodthirsty demon knife of the blood demon back then, not to mention the demon scale arm and the Xuantian Great Demon Wing, he actually cultivated the natal demon lotus that only Buddhist masters can cultivate.

In the Yuntian Talent Fighting Skills Conference, he won the first place among 10,000 people and became the only person who walked out of the point of no return at the age of twenty.

All sorts, all sorts, it's a legend.

However, these so-called righteous path masters will never forget Wu Ming's identity, the demon.

Therefore, Wu Ming's legend is intolerable in their eyes, and they don't want to see such a powerful character rise in the Demon Dao.

There are priorities, and Wu Ming appeared in Yuanyang Sect at this time.

The monks of the Ten Thousand Buddhas Temple are a little difficult to choose, you know, in addition to the Ten Thousand Buddhas Temple, the Leiyin Temple has also gathered a large number of cultivators, and there is also a competition between the two top Buddhist sects, that is, who can be more eye-catching when conquering the corpse land.

Wufeng Zhenren can't wait, after hearing the news, he is ready to lead the elite masters in the door to return to help, and the monks of Wanfo Temple have no reason to stop, and finally, Wanfo Temple sent Juezi generation of senior monks Jue Nian, leading eighteen disciples under his command, accompanying Wufeng Zhenren back to the sect.

The light of the Buddha that Wu Ming saw was the light of the golden wheel of Buddhism behind the consciousness.

When Wufeng Zhenren led thousands of Yuanyang Sect disciples to see the Yuanyang Sect Mountain Gate from afar, he had an ominous premonition in his heart.

The Great Elder's immeasurable true aura actually disappeared.

The entire Yuanyang Sect was dead silent.

Several of the junior brothers and sisters who did not seal the real person also felt that the situation was not good.

"Senior brother in charge, the breath of the second senior brother is gone."

"Senior brother in charge, it's so murderous, it's too bad, could it be that the mountain gate has been broken by that Wu Ming?"

Flying away, the face of the unsealed real person sank like water.

"I'm afraid that's not only that, Senior Brother Wuliang is no longer there."

"What, it's impossible, the second senior brother's cultivation is profound, and there are thousands of disciples in the mountain gate, so how can Wu Ming ......."

At this time, the great monk Juenian muttered: "Amitabha, this person is extremely demonic, it seems that it is not easy to deal with, if the old man sees it right, I am afraid that the people who guard the mountain of your sect have all been killed." ”

In a short time, thousands of figures fell from the sky, surrounding Wu Ming and the others in the center.

At this distance, everyone already knows the answer.

At this time, Wu Ming was still sitting on the stone steps drinking, his face was slightly red, and he was not flustered.

Calm and calm is a good habit that Wu Ming has developed by wandering on the death line for a long time, he scanned these people who swept in, and at the same time, the power of the demon soul has also been covered, after weighing it, the corners of Wu Ming's mouth pursed, slightly relaxed.

Wufeng Zhenren is naturally the highest cultivation of the Yuanyang Sect, however, Wu Ming estimates that his cultivation has only just broken through the consummation realm, and as for his junior brothers and sisters, their cultivation is even lower than that of the Immeasurable True Person, and they should be in the realm of the wheel.

A little troublesome is the great monk of this Ten Thousand Buddhas Temple.

The great monk of Juenian has a fat head and big ears, and there are twelve ring incense scars on the top of his bare head.

In addition to the twenty-four petals of golden lotus at his feet, there is also a Buddhist golden wheel at the back of the great monk's head, which shows that the great monk's Buddhism is quite profound.

The rest, although there are thousands of people, is only a number.

Wufeng Zhenren already knew that his junior brother had died tragically, but as the master of a sect, he could only hold back the anger in his heart.

He can bear it, but the other junior brothers and sisters around him may not be able to bear it.

After one of the red-faced Daoists landed, he rushed forward with a single lunge.

"Who is the demon, who dares to make a mistake in Yuanyang Sect, and is impatient to live?" This person is the fifth junior disciple of the unsealed real person, with a temperament like fire and a short temper.

Wu Ming glanced at the red-faced Taoist, shook his head helplessly, and muttered softly: "Hey, it's just a few more sentences, why can't you change your lines and say something meaningful." ”

Before, Wu Ming had already promised Xiao Hei, so he didn't answer.

Xiao Hei glanced at Wu Ming, and when he saw that Wu Ming was silent, he suddenly raised his eyebrows and rushed out of Wu Ming's shoulder.

"Old thing, what are you yelling about?"

Xiao Hei is now in mini form, he is standing in front of the red-faced Taoist, his four arms pinching his waist, and the other arm pointing at the red-faced Taoist.

The red-faced Taoist was taken aback.

A demon beast with six arms and three tails, and can speak to people, there is no relevant record in his memory, but one thing he knows very well is that the beasts that can speak can speak are either extremely high in origin or very high in level.

At the very least, a demon beast of ordinary origin can only do it if it has the realm of a seventh-order demon beast, which means that the strange black monkey in front of him at least has the strength of a seventh-order demon beast.

The seventh-order demon beast was enough to pose a mortal threat to him.

However, in front of thousands of people, in front of the monks of the Ten Thousand Buddha Temple, being insulted by a demon beast, how can the temper of the red-faced Taoist be endured?

But for a while, the red-faced Taoist didn't know what to say.

The red-faced Taoist was stunned by Xiao Hei's scolding.

"What, you're not convinced?"

The red-faced Taoist was trembling by the little black beard.

"You, you beast, dare to be so wild in front of this throne, if you are not removed today, what shame will this seat have to live, and the evil beast will be killed." The red-faced Taoist was really in a hurry, his voice landed, and suddenly with a wave of his hand, he conjured a crimson long sword.

In an instant, the sword light was swirling, and the sword aura was compelling.

The red-faced Taoist swung his long sword violently and stabbed at Xiao Hei.

Wufeng Zhenren and other masters have the intention to make a move, but the other party only has a little black monkey, if they shoot more and fight less, they will inevitably lose their identity, and the cultivators who claim to be the righteous path in the world will often be very concerned about their reputation, especially in front of the monks of the Ten Thousand Buddhas Temple.

As a result, there was a situation where the red-faced Taoist and Xiao Hei were head-to-head.

Brush, brush, brush, brush!

Every time the crimson sword is swung, it will swing a red mang, and the power is indeed not weak, but Xiao Hei is extremely flexible, jumping up and down, and will always dodge in the sharp sword, many times, even when he is about to be hit, but he is lucky to dodge.

This kind of luck can be once or twice, and there are many times, and the red-faced Taoist also understands that the little black monkey in front of him is actually playing with himself.