The invincible creature has a majestic body, one person is a divine kingdom, and his majestic posture is shocking, he ignored the White Horse Temple, heard the words of the old monk, and sneered.

"In this case, you will be buried with the White Horse Temple."

The sound of macros spread throughout the land, indescribably cold and ruthless.

The halberd rotated and smashed towards the White Horse Temple, and I couldn't imagine what would happen if this halberd fell, whether it would be ruined or everything would be destroyed.

Both!

Hundreds of millions of miles of land will be destroyed and sunk by this halberd.

The old monk still did not appear, and there was only a sigh between heaven and earth.

Rumble!

There was a burst of brilliance in the front section of the euphorbia, it was blocked without falling, and an unimaginable terrifying power burst out, it was a power that surpassed the imagination of cultivators, shaking the heavens.

Bang bang bang.

With three earth-shattering roars in a row, the invincible creature took three steps backwards, and his halberd was shocked back by the divine thought, and the moment it was cut down, it was bounced away.

"Roar!!" Invincible creatures are furious.

The eyes are the same size as the moon, and the four pairs of eyes are all blood-colored.

His halberd swallowed chaotic Dao qi, and the stars in the starry sky seemed to feel something, and the stars exploded and the stars fell.

The halberd is out again, and the world is under its eyes!

"A man who is about to die, everything is dust before my way, let me send you on your way today."

Invincible Soul Drink.

His qi penetrated the thirty-three heavens, and his whole body was full of chaotic aura.

"Boom." At this moment, there are wisps of chaotic holy light on the White Horse Temple, blooming like fireworks, and the fire trees are brilliant and splendid.

In the eyes of the world, an old figure appeared strangely.

It was an old monk, sitting cross-legged on a futon, his hands on his legs, his body and torso thin, exuding the smell of twilight, his eyelids drooping, his eyes blank, as if he was about to die.

It was a terrible vision.

Anyone who looks in the direction of the White Horse Temple can see the figure of the old monk, no matter how far away they are, as if he was right in front of him!

The old monk's eyelids opened slightly, he looked at the invincible creature, and his thin arm raised it and slapped it in the air.

Heaven and earth lost their luster in an instant.

Everything seems to freeze, the wind stops, and the water no longer flows.

Suddenly, the Buddha's light is bright, the palm of the swastika is punched out, covering the sky and the sun, and the chaotic qi is surging, as if the world is going to be reopened.

The heavens are shaking.

The invincible creature staggered, his body exploding, and there was a terrible howl of pain in his mouth.

The broad, plain-sized chest splattered with blood.

He was killed outside the White Horse Temple, and his body finally returned to dust, and the earth returned to the earth, and the halberd in his hand flew out and was inserted in the mountains and forests hundreds of millions of miles away, crushing the Gusen landform.

The earthly people are terrified.

No one shuddered, felt like their scalp was going to be torn off, and they trembled.

Standing in the outer heavens, the figures of gods and demons in distant regions all withdrew their eyes at this moment.

The death of the invincible creature made them no longer pay attention to the White Horse Temple, and the figure gradually dissipated.

This battle made them understand that the old monk was still alive and had not yet reached the limit of death, and at the same time gave up the idea of staring at the White Horse Temple during this time.

To this day, the war is still spreading.

During that time, Fang Xuan stood at the center of that great war and witnessed everything.

The stubborn bald head, Ji Chen slapped a holy spirit of the four-eyed ancient clan to death with one palm.

"You're not going to see Jichen, are you?" Seeing Fang Xuan's demeanor, Mao Bai didn't know why this crazy idea came to mind.

It thought it was really crazy about the idea.

It's just that it finds itself alone.

Fang Xuan nodded in response.

"This is a magic weapon for remembering dust, which I used when I was young." Fang Xuan looked at the Demon Descending Pestle in his hand.

He will want to see Jichen, nothing else, just want to meet.

Fang Xuan has never positioned himself in a high position, he feels that he is a person, he can cry and laugh, he will laugh sadly when he sees the suffering in the world, do whatever he wants, and he will not be ungrateful, he is truly free and leisurely.

This is Fang Xuan.

This old man is very stubborn, he will complete as long as he believes in things, once received a bowl of water, he returned a lake to the other party, once he decided that he wanted to break through, and sat directly for fifty years, and finally broke the cocoon and turned into a butterfly.

And guarding the White Horse Temple is also a word he promised the dead master, the abbot of the White Horse Temple.

"I will protect the White Horse Temple and use all my strength."

Jichen is really stubborn, and the nine-headed heavenly cow is a character that can't be pulled.

He used 5,000 years for this insistence, and it was clear that he only had a 3,000-year lifespan and sat for 5,000 years.

Broke through in the White Horse Temple and sat for another two thousand years.

Now that the deadline is approaching, Fang Xuan knows that Jichen is going to die, and there will be no chance to break through.

This stubborn guy who is clearly expected to become the fourth true Buddha in these three thousand years is going to die.

Fang Xuan is rarely wrong when he sees people.

It is an ironclad fact that remembering dust will become a true Buddha.

However, a promise made him trapped in the White Horse Temple and never left.

Is this the abbot's fault?

Yes, the abbot was wrong, and it was outrageously wrong.

But from the abbot's point of view, there is nothing wrong with thinking about it, he only wants to protect the White Horse Temple, and he doesn't want to see the temple decline and disappear into history.

The White Horse Temple has experienced too many ups and downs, and every time it has survived, only this time it will fail......

"When you see this, you're going to see Jichen?" Yan was puzzled.

What does this magic weapon have to do with the dust?

Is it dusty? Then why did Fang Xuan go to see Jichen when he saw it.

Cat white is also an accident.

This demon pestle is indeed very powerful, but it is too small compared to that invincible Ji Chen, after all, this magic weapon was only used by Ji Chen when he was young.

It's just a magic weapon that he held when he was young, and the possibility of seeing Jichen with it is very small.

"Its appearance represents the death of Jichen."

Fang Xuanmo held the demon pestle.

"What!"

"What?!"

Yan Wu and Mao Bai were shocked by one person and one cat.

They heard the incredible news, Jichen is going to die?

Seeing that there was confusion on their faces, Fang Xuan smiled and explained.

"About fifty years ago, a little novice cleaner saw ......"

When Xiao Shami was cleaning and saw a demon-slaying pestle beside Jichen, he was very curious.

"What is this?"

"My magic weapon."

Ji Chen replied like this at that time.

"Abbot, is this your magic weapon? But it's. "The little novice is not without eyesight, and he can see that this demon pestle is not worthy of dust.

The Demon Suppressor Pestle is very good, but it is too small compared to Jichen, and the two do not match.

"Huh." Jichen smiled, and his smile was kind and kind.

"This is the magic weapon of my youth, and it has accompanied me for a long time."

"Oh."

Little Novice became more and more curious, and touched it.

It's just that he quickly turned down and thought of something.

"The abbot still has it and must have liked it...... But our White Horse Temple has no future, and it will disappear with us. ”

The little novice grieved over a ritual artifact.

"If one day I'm going to die, let it out." Jichen responded with a smile.

"Uh-huh."

The little novice nodded, smiling a little dumbfounded.

He thought it was a good idea......

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