"Hey, fat man, my little junior brother, is it really as powerful as you say?" Frost Lu chuckled, there was a hint of doubt in her eyes, she knew that Bai Ye was very strong, but she had always had a half-believing attitude towards what the fat man in front of her said.

"Hearing is false, seeing is believing, there are some things, girl, you just look at it. ”

"If there is a chance to be born in a while, don't rush to snatch it first, there has been a treachery here, and someone will pay the price for it. ”

Seeing the four girls nodding, Bu Liugu's heavy heart finally breathed a sigh of relief. If the four senior sisters of his brother insisted on going his own way, then he would have a headache.

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Countless hurricanes wreaked havoc in the sea of clouds, they were furious, they were disorderly, they were madly destroying every corner of the sea of clouds.

From time to time, there was a heart-rending wail, and this time the voice was no longer made by a ghost wandering aimlessly in the sea of clouds, but a monk in the sea of clouds.

The hurricane exuded a terrifying absorbing power, whether it was a sea of clouds, ghosts, or living beings, they were all destroyed in it, the hurricane was swift, they were swept into it, and one after another black divine light flickered, raining down terrifying curses, ruthlessly taking away everything from them, strength, cultivation, and vitality.

In a dilapidated deserted village, there are no people here, here is withered and dilapidated, only a few colorful butterflies, slowly stagnating in the lonely air. White Night closed his eyes and took a deep breath of the turbid air, which was desolate and desolate.

This is what this village really looks like, and remembering that those descendants of the Great Dao Dynasty and other monks have also entered this scene, Bai Ye can't help but mourn for them in silence. The old man has already said that someone is sleeping.

Thinking of all the strange things that happened here, Bai Ye felt a chill down his spine, someone was arranging, tempting to go deeper, surround and kill him... It's hard to imagine that now should be an era of decline.

A nameless breeze arose, blowing away the air of desolation and desolation. In an instant, the spring flowers bloomed and butterflies flew. Bai Ye lowered his head and looked at the plum blossom petals that fell in the palm of his hand, its color was blood red, but it was crystal clear and gave people a hazy feeling.

"What kind of immortal fate, it's just a game of chess. Bai Ye sneered, with his experience of seeing and hearing, how could he not recognize what the two old men were doing. Heaven and earth are plates, all beings are chess, and the sleeping man is a good hand.

The donor laughed, even if it is a game of chess, we have the power to fight. A clear voice sounded suddenly, invisibly scattering the plum blossoms all over the mountain.

"Monk, you killed. ”

"Amitabha, the donor laughed, but it was vain, how could he kill a living. The young monk whispered a Buddha horn, his eyes as clear and calm as his voice, but without losing depth.

"Even if it's just a moment, you've killed. The night was calm, and just by looking at the monk in front of him, he could feel his extraordinaryness from his conversation.

"Amitabha, why does the donor mention the word kill everywhere, the little monk looks at the face of the donor, although the surface is like the water of the ancient well, but it can faintly hide the killing machine, which is really extraordinary. ”

"Monk, your words are a bit too much. The white night groaned, he stood with his hands in his hands, let the breeze blow the long white hair, and let the three thousand strands flutter in the air filled with the fragrance of plum blossoms.

"The little monk is just telling the truth, the monks don't speak, the little monk advises the donor, the red dust is empty, why bother to be born and stained with dust. ”

"Then why say more. The white night groaned, and the black and white demonic power rose up, like an ink-colored rendering, and evolved into a picture scroll behind him.

The little monk looked at it, it was a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood, the image of the battle of all races, the rain of blood in the sky, the hurricane of sin, with the breath of blood, swept the heaven and earth, countless monks, no, countless immortals, with the divine light in the sky, fell in the battle, and finally let the years rise and fall, turning into dust.

This is the scene of the battlefield of the desolation, if it is a monk who has experienced that era, this scene will not have any impact on it, but if the monk of this era sees it, the Dao heart will be unstable, and the Dao heart will be injured and destroy the Dao foundation.

"The donor is a good method. The little monk admired, and at this moment he smiled, like Maitreya in the world, smiling. A scarlet brilliance flickered in the left eye of the white night, and the endless killing intent was like a monstrous wave, rushing towards the little monk.

"Little monk's number, Sha Bodhi. The Buddha groaned, followed by the immeasurable Buddha light and the Sanskrit sound that spread in all directions, and a tall ancient Bodhi tree rose from the ground, exuding endless Buddha flowers, and went towards the white night suppression.

"Mo Cheng. Bai Ye smiled, and there was a thunderous explosion in the sky, and it crashed down, blasting the place where Bai Ye was standing into a scorched earth.

An ink-colored scythe appeared in Bai Ye's hand silently, and a strong coercion condensed in the air, resisting the suppression of thousands of Buddha lights. Bai Ye chuckled, his blood boiled at this moment, and his proud battle intent rose to the sky.

The aftermath of the terrifying battle of "boom, boom, boom............ reached the entire village, and countless people who were working in the fields were affected, turned into blood mist, and disappeared into the air.

Bai Ye snorted coldly, and between the powerful beating of the two hearts, the blood rushed like a big river, making bursts of roaring sounds, and a desolate and noble aura appeared on Bai Ye's body.

The Buddha put away his smile, at this moment he felt that he was no longer facing an ordinary monk, but a fierce man, a supreme demon among demons, that breath he had only felt on the body of the blue-robed man Bi Fang, it was too terrifying.

"Brother Dao, excuse me, who's fighting over there?"

"I heard that he is the brother-in-law of the Five Princes of the Cold Night and the reincarnated Buddha of the Western Polar Paradise. ”

Not far from the battle between Bai Ye and the Buddha, someone whispered, because of the hurricane, many monks had already entered this strange world, and those who did not have time to enter had already been destroyed by the violent hurricane, and sacrificed to the sleeping existence.

"The brother-in-law of the fifth prince and the reincarnated Buddha are so terrifying, we can't get close. Someone sighed, he slapped his storage bag, and a mirror turned into a streamer of light and shot away in the direction of the two of them.

"Boom" roared loudly, and the nine rounds of the great moon rose one after another, emitting a cold moonlight above the sky. The white night disappeared, disappeared in front of the Buddha, and disappeared in front of the masses who had just connected the light curtain.

"This is simply the general trend of the sky...... some people were amazed, all they could see from the light curtain was the nine bright moons and the Buddha with his back against the ancient Bodhi tree.

In September, it took turns to emit terrifying and destructive qi and suppress it towards the Buddha. But seeing the Buddha bowing his head, he knelt on his knees and kowtowed to the nine bright moons in the sky.

A golden body stands proudly behind the Buddha and exudes immeasurable Buddha light, a golden relic, a golden Zen staff, and a robe decorated with Bodhi wood crystal, appearing on the golden body of the Buddha.

At this moment, a roaring sound was heard between heaven and earth, and the whole world shook with it. Countless white runes circulated, and all living beings couldn't help but panic and commotion, just because of the runes, all over the world in their eyes.

A divine vine, a pool of stagnant water, appeared in front of the white night and the Buddha Bodhi. The vine was a ghost grass, a rare soul healing relic even in the Flood Era, and the stagnant water was similar to the waters of the black ocean they had seen before, with terrifying black curse runes in it.

A big golden hand suddenly appeared in front of the divine vine, and just when it was about to take the divine vine away and take it for itself, the nine bright moons were powerful, and the big golden hand was shattered in the explosion.

"You are a member of Buddhism, the Taoist of the righteous path, why would you use such means to do such a disgraceful thing?" Bai Ye sneered, he looked at the young Buddha, and his eyes were full of cold murderous intent.

He can accompany him in verbal conflicts, and he can accompany him in the war, but the idea of hitting the grass in front of him is to violate his taboo. From this moment on, Bai Ye really moved his murderous intent, and in his left eye, the scarlet brilliance turned into a slight glow, embellishing his mood.

"Amitabha, donor, please continue. The Buddha groaned, and he shot again, bowed his head to the white night, and kowtowed. The earth-shattering Sanskrit sound sounded from heaven and earth, from the hearts of all cultivators, and from the minds of confessional nights.

A section of golden scriptures, glowing with divine brilliance, appeared in the sea of knowledge in the white night, that is the Buddhist scriptures, and at this moment was sent into the sea of knowledge in the white night by the Buddha through the opportunity of casting spells.

"The third reincarnation. The Buddha whispered, he was still on his knees, and above the golden body behind him, three golden light wheels appeared, exuding a divine aura in the earth-shaking Sanskrit sound, which actually made the pool of black water much clearer.

"Donor, turn back to the shore. The Buddha bowed his head again and kowtowed to the white night. I saw a golden body make a broken sound, and a relic appeared in the center of the golden body's eyebrows. Countless Buddhas shine brightly, the white night is condensed, and a touch of brilliance flashes away.

The other party did not want to suppress him at all, but to kill him.

The Buddha's face was expressionless, he was reincarnated three times, once in one life, he was seriously injured by the soul, unlike the physical body, the soul will be reborn with reincarnation, forget the memories of the past, and start another new path of cultivation.

It was precisely because of this that he needed the Ghost Grass even more. With such healing relics, he can truly cultivate his own path, complete his Buddha path, and successfully step into the fifth step.

"Great compassion and great compassion Golden Palm Buddha, three generations of reincarnation, three thousand ways of extinction. The Buddha whispered, and countless golden giant palms surged like a tide, coming towards the white night's crazy attack.

There are countless golden palm shadows, and each one has a terrifying Buddha light on it, confronting the Shura Dao in the white night.

However, under the bombardment of the golden palm shadow in the sky, Bai Ye grabbed the ghost grass and finally fell into the black pool water.

"It's over, it seems that the brother-in-law of the fifth prince is going to die............ someone groaned, very worried.

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