"No ......"

Zhang Fan's eyes were almost about to pop out of his sockets, his eyes were bloodshot, extremely terrifying, his expression almost collapsed, blood, scarlet and piercing blood flowed all over the ground, and the little monk lay there quietly, motionless, no longer lifeless.

"Do you even know what you're doing?"

Zhang Fan screamed.

"Bastard!"

At the moment when the little sage of Buddhism made a move on Zhang Fan just now, the little monk cut off his vitality, he seemed to be still smiling, he was so peaceful, I don't know if he knew what death meant, or maybe he knew better than anyone else.

"Ji Qiye!"

Zhang Fan yelled at the sky, the roar was full of endless sadness, and he used all his strength, wanting to call him back, it was more like a curse of monstrous hatred.

Curse you to bring me back to life at once, come back to life!

"Why, how come?"

The saint on the Immortal Mountain was also stunned at this time, his voice trembled, and he no longer had the arrogance of controlling everything before, and contempt for all beings, he felt for the first time, the powerful and terrible power of the ant eruption, he guessed the beginning of the story, he guessed the story of the story, but he didn't guess the end of the story, the little monk committed suicide in order to save Zhang Fan!

The last Buddha path of Buddhism, dead!

Buddhism is broken!

And at the moment when the little monk died, the little saint of Buddhism fell directly from the holy position, he was no longer a saint, at that moment, his holy power was not used by him, because of this, Zhang Fan could block his palm, if not, that palm went down, Zhang Fan would definitely end up in ashes.

Silence, deathly silence, not a sound in the field.

The little bhikshu died, and they got their wish, and it stands to reason that they should be happy, rejoicing, and rejoicing, but they were deeply shaken by the suicide of the little bhikkhu, and their hearts were shocked like never before, and they were speechless and unable to speak.

The little monk who sprouted blood...... And so it vanished.

For, Zhang Fan!

"Impossible, impossible, my holy body, my holy power......" Buddhism little saint, no, now it should be Shakya Buddha, Buddhism teachings are broken, he fell from the holy throne.

fell back to the realm before he was sacred, a half-step little saint, and since then he has been unknown to everyone.

He was also the first to fall from the position of the saint, but this is nothing to be proud of, and it will not be the power of heaven and earth to descend from the power of certification, and it is also the power of punishment.

"It's you, it's you......" He pointed at Zhang Fan, his face was flushed, his face was distorted and hideous, and the whole person was like an irrational beast: "I'm going to kill you." ”

Rumble!

He rushed towards Zhang Fan desperately, Zhang Fan was indifferent, indifferent and abnormal, his heart was also monstrous anger, monstrous killing intent, it was Buddhism, it was he, who forced the little monk to think of it.

"Kill me, Lao Tzu will break your body into ten thousand pieces."

Tear and pull!

He also slashed the past with a merciless sword.

Boom, boom......

The bombardment of the Nine Shadows Heaven and Earth is non-stop, Shakyamuni Buddha has lost the position of the little saint, and his strength is not as good as before, and all his subsequent cultivation is above the holy body, and now the holy body is gone, and he has fallen back to a half-step small saint, only in terms of combat power, he may not be able to catch up with the first protector of Buddhism who takes the Dharma protector as his own responsibility.

Under the collision, the two were thrown thousands of miles away in an instant.

Zhang Fan can be said to occupy the time and earth of the world, this place is the nine shadows, the Buddha lost the holy position of the heart like a knife, coupled with the general trend of Buddhism has gone, under various factors, he was suppressed by Zhang Fan, sword after sword, slashing at his Buddha body.

Boom, boom, boom......

The sword on the Buddha's body was agitated, his golden Buddha's light exploded, and after the Buddhist teachings were cut off, even the power of the Buddha's cultivation was greatly reduced, and the golden light was cut off and slashed on his Buddha's body, making a violent shock.

At this point, the defeat of Shakyamuni Buddha was fully revealed, and he was completely beaten.

"Give me death!"

The whole person turned into a fierce light, his feet stepped on the cheeks of the Buddha Buddha, his face was distorted and deformed, the whole person flew out directly, and crashed into a dark mountain at the far end, with a whoosh, Zhang Fan slashed over with a sword, and even the mountain led people together.

Shakyamuni Buddha struggled to support.

"Nine changes in the sky, ten thousand Buddhas change!"

Rumble!

Shakyamuni's golden body burst open, and with the help of the half-step little saint's holy seed condensed again, his painful face was distorted, but as soon as he looked up, he saw Zhang Fan's terrifying eyes, and a terrifying sword strike.

Spray, his whole body was swept out.

"If it goes on like this, the Emperor of the Underworld in the future will win."

Albatross said: "The teachings of Buddhism have been broken, and Buddha Shakyamuni is no longer the lofty little saint, his end has long been doomed, and Buddhism will become a thing of the past." ”

Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh......

One flying sword after another flew out of Zhang Fan's body, and then the heavy sword in his hand was sacrificed to the sky, and suddenly, one after another sword rays burst out with dazzling sword light.

"Heavenly Ghost Disintegration Sword Formation!"

The sword roared in the sky, the wind roared, and the light of the sword rune spread outward in a flat circle.

"Extinguish!"

Shakya Buddha is no stranger to this set of sword arrays, the first protector of the Buddha Gate that day died under this set of sword arrays, his face changed greatly, he asked himself, after falling to a half-step small saint, the cultivation is not as good as the first protector.

"No......," he cried.

thought that he was the supreme of Buddhism, but in the end he was going to fall to the point of religious annihilation.

"Old friend, old friend save me!"

There is also a person standing in the distance, everyone does not know his situation, he was also because of the spread of Buddhism and got the position of the great sage, this Buddhist doctrine has been cut off, whether he is the position of the great sage has been lost.

"What about people?"

But the saint on the Ageless Mountain, who was still standing there before, is gone.

At this time, a voice came from the sky:

"The Tao is the Tao, the very Tao, the name is famous, the extraordinary name, the beginning of heaven and earth...... There is no cross talk, it is easy to imagine, the length is dwarfed, the high and the low are mutually reinforcing, the sound and sound are harmonious, and the front and back are with each other. Heng also. It is to do what the saints do not do, and to teach without words......"

With the voice of Lang Lang's preaching, the one in the Immortal Mountain completely disappeared without a trace.

This voice of preaching is like the last lament of Buddhism.

"No......" Shakyamuni Buddha looked at the direction of the disappearance of the saint on the Immortal Mountain, and shouted in despair, he knew what would happen to him next.

Thundered!

The powerful sword array fell, and the little saint of Buddhism, which had existed since ancient times, was turned into powder by the sword array, and the sky was full of golden quicksand.

Dead, utterly dead!

At this point, there was no Buddhism in ancient times, and it disappeared.

Seeing the enemy ambushed, Zhang Fan appeared in the place where he died, his eyes showed endless sadness, although this was also what he wanted, but if he was allowed to choose, he would choose the second brother.

A tear slipped from the corner of his eye: "Second brother, there will be no more Buddhism!" ”

"You're going all the way!"

When he said this, he felt that the strength of his whole body was hollowed out.

And below, there is a boil. The Confucian Academy is the most excited, because of the fall of Buddhism, his Confucian Academy is the most beneficial, but more people are concerned about the one in Bulao Mountain: "Has his holy position fallen?" ”

The little saint of the Confucian Academy shook his head, and spit out a sentence in a half-loud voice: "I don't know!" ”

"Maybe!"

Even the saint said such ambiguous words, but everyone thought that since the Bulao Mountain had been certified as a saint because of the spread of Buddhism, and now that the teachings of Buddhism have been cut off, there is no reason for him not to fall from the position of a saint.

"Congratulations to the little sage, congratulations to the little sage, my Confucianism will definitely flourish!"

"That's right, little saint!" The people in the Confucian Academy were excited.

"Hahaha......"

The little saint of the Confucian Academy laughed.

Today's events, it was really a turn of the peak, I thought that the Confucian Academy would be suppressed by the saints of the Immortal Mountain and collapsed, but I didn't expect the Buddhism to be planted, planted in the hands of a little monk.

After all, the dust has settled, and the world will still run the same way tomorrow.

People left one by one, and the first to leave was the little sage of the Confucian Academy and his disciples, followed by many strong people, so to speak, who came by nature and went away.

I don't know how long it took, only the one who fell in the sky, the heavenly netherworld qi, gathered and scattered. He felt like he was dead.

He wanted to leave, to leave this place that had left him grief-stricken.

He opened the ancient door and walked in, he suddenly felt a little more comfortable, locked himself up, he didn't think about anything now, immersed himself in cultivation.

He took out the Water Dao Heaven Level Exercises and cultivated them.