It's deep in a mountain range. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

The sea of clouds is continuous, the mist is shrouded, and occasionally the spirit ape can be seen picking fruits, and the cranes are singing, which is really a good fairy atmosphere.

"Home is in this mountain, and I don't know where the clouds are!"

Fang Ming was dressed in a moon-white warrior uniform, standing on the mountain road of Emperor Stepping Peak with his hands in his hands, looking at the stone plaques on both sides, he couldn't help but smile: "Come to me today, this 'Emperor Stepping Peak' is worthy of its name!" Do you say, Concubine Xuan? ”

The senior concubine followed behind Fang Ming in silence, and her originally smart eyes were now empty.

"Where is Fan Qinghui? Song Que worships the mountain!! ”

Before anyone could get through, Fang Ming drank in a deep voice.

The sound waves surged, spread far away, resounded back and forth in the valley, and even shook the clouds in the sky.

It seemed like a long time had passed, and it seemed like there was only a moment.

Bang!

Bang!

The main building of Cihang Jingzhai roared.

At the entrance position, a wooden door with a heavy jujube red and a lotus pattern knocker on the door opens.

After passing through the sevenfold gate, Fang Ming and Shi Fei Xuan walked for a long time before they came to a large square.

In the distance in the middle of the jungle is a towering minaret. The sound of chanting wafted from the main hall on the front, the Cihang Hall.

"Poor nuns are always good, I don't know if Emperor Song is coming, what are you doing?"

An old nun with a calm face and ancient eyes that seemed to be boring came out, and the other party saluted.

"Nature is here to kill!"

Fang Ming flicked his fingers, and the knife swept across, and Chang Shanni's head immediately fell off and rolled on the ground a few times.

The plasma gushed out, and this piece of Buddhism was dyed into a Shura field in an instant.

The sound of the woman's screaming faintly came, and more than a dozen nuns appeared from the Cihang Palace.

"Song Que!"

Fan Qinghui's figure slowly walked out of the main hall.

She seems to be in her thirties, but her plain jade face gives people a sense of the vicissitudes of life that she has seen all the world, and there is no longer and cannot be anything that makes her happy.

The bald head with green silk is particularly emphasized that her face is clear and distinct, like the undulating outline of the beautiful mountains and rivers, which makes people forget the mundane, as if she thinks of other worldly things, which is a great disrespect to her.

It's just that at this time, there seems to be an indescribable pain in her eyes: "I've been waiting for you for thirty years, and you're finally here!" ”

"Not bad! I'm coming! ”

Fang Ming's face was expressionless, and he suddenly snapped his fingers.

"Master!" The concubine behind him trembled, a trace of horror appeared on her face, and the milk swallow floated into Fan Qinghui's arms like a forest.

"I'm here today to destroy the door!"

Fang Ming's voice was indifferent, but it appeared in the ears of every nun, like a soul from hell asking for his life: "Cihang Jingzhai has hindered me many times, my sin is unforgivable, and it should be destroyed!" ”

Fan Qinghui's delicate body trembled, looked at Song Que in disbelief, and suddenly laughed miserably: "I didn't expect that Qinghui had misjudged you for the past thirty years!" It's just that why are you so aggressive and don't have a trace of life? ”

"It's Qinghui, you're forcing me! Ever since you asked Ning Dodge to challenge me, we've been out of love! ”

Fang Ming's face was grim, but there was a majesty in his words that no one could disobey: "What's more...... I am the Son of Heaven, with the constitution of heaven in my mouth, and I want you to die! You're going to have to die! ”

For Cihang Jingzhai, the last base camp of Buddhism, he really doesn't have any good solutions.

The brainwashing of religion is too powerful.

Fang Ming was completely unsure that he could reverse the concept of these nuns, so he could only resort to the most violent means.

Death does not solve the problem, but it can eliminate it.

I can't win your debate, but I can destroy your body.

As he spoke, his invisible aura opened, enveloping him like Mount Tai pressing down.

The Yin God and the Yang God were moving rapidly, allowing him to absorb the two most essential and powerful forces in the universe and turn them into invisible qi soldiers in his hands!

This is the product of a high degree of energy condensation, and even if the Great Grandmaster comes, it will inevitably destroy the form and spirit.

Fang Ming let out a long roar, as if there was an extra sword and a sword on his hands, and suddenly turned into a Shura and rushed into the Cihang Palace.

Disheveled!

Blood rained down, limbs flew sideways.

Even though there are still many nuns who cultivate the Heavenly Dao in Cihang Jingzhai who are outstanding in martial arts, even comparable to grandmasters, how can they be Fang Ming's opponents now?

Even, under his spiritual lock, the more master he is, the faster he will die.

"Thief!"

A middle-aged nun with a resolute face burst into tears, her eyes were split, if her eyes could kill, Fang Ming would have been killed by her thousands of times.

It's a pity that it didn't have the slightest effect, Fang Ming slashed out with a knife, and the nun's body was suddenly different.

"Amitabha, who has the good cause, deserves the good result, Nirvana today, and the bliss of rebirth!"

An old nun with snow-white eyebrows, who seemed to be a great virtue and a real person, sat cross-legged with a calm face, as if she had looked down on life and death, and there was a great sense of detachment on her body.

Fang Ming also slashed with a knife, and under the divine knife, a blood line immediately appeared on the old nun's forehead.

"Don't......"

Such cold-blooded, ruthless, murderous methods immediately frightened the little nuns.

Among them, there are also a lot of ice muscles and jade bones, and the embryos of beautiful women with national colors and fragrances seem to be the offerings received by Cihang Jingzhai from Buddhism everywhere, and they have not yet been completely 'influenced', so there is still a little bit of humanity.

But Fang Ming didn't stop.

His eyes are full of a kind of indifference and ruthlessness, red face and dry bones, beauties are also people, old people are also people, the same flesh and blood, love and desire, since they are all people, why should there be a distinction, one should die, one should not die?

In the face of death, all are equal!

He shot like the wind, killed faster, manipulated invisible qi soldiers, and his hands were empty, and the nuns in the hall were almost completely killed.

Fan Qinghui didn't know what he was thinking, but he held the rosary in both hands and chanted the scriptures without moving.

"Master!"

The concubine pulled Fan Qinghui's sleeve.

"Hah! You still call her 'Master'? ”

Fang Ming turned around, there was not the slightest trace of blood on his clothes, and even his face was as calm as ever, making Senior Concubine Xuan feel as if she had seen a heavenly demon.

Fan Qinghui's beautiful delicate body trembled, and suddenly sighed.

"Why don't you call Master?"

Concubine Xuanhua's complexion changed, and her face faded in an instant.

"Concubine Xuan, you have cultivated to a sword heart, don't you have the slightest notice?"

Fang Ming laughed loudly: "Everyone in the world knows that my Heavenly Sword is ruthless, why did I spare your life a few times?" This is naturally because ......"

Disheveled!

The three rosaries flew out in the shape of a pin, and then turned into a powder mist in mid-air.

"Since Emperor Song is bent on destroying the Buddha, Qinghui, as the master of Cihang Jingzhai, can only make an exception and ask for advice or two!"

Fan Qinghui suddenly opened his eyes.

"What? Are you afraid I'll continue? ”

Fang Ming was ruthless, and directly uncovered the scar of her most beloved master to the senior concubine: "Do you know how ...... back then How did your master tempt me in every possible way, begging me to spend a good night with her, saying that he only wanted a night of joy, but in fact, it was not to conceive my flesh and blood, and to break me with true affection? ”

He seemed to sigh on his face: "Fan Qinghui, someone in Song really admires you, you can't break me with love, but you still want to use family affection?" But I don't know Song's way, but there is nothing other than me! What is the discord of the world? ”

"Qing Hui's mistake at the beginning made a big mistake, and he should sacrifice himself to make amends today!"

Fan Qinghui suddenly turned into countless phantoms, turned his fingers into a sword, and stabbed out fiercely.

Under this sword, Cihang Jingzhai's main hall seemed to be buzzing, as if her move had already attracted the pure Buddha power accumulated in this Buddhist holy land for hundreds of years!

Sanskrit chanting faintly.

This woman was originally a master second only to the Great Grandmaster, but at this time, under the favorable time and place, even if the Great Grandmaster came, this sword could only temporarily avoid the edge.

"Haha...... When we went to Wushan together, Qinghui, you didn't say that, Song still remembers your tactful expression at that time! ”

Fang Ming's hands slowly folded.

His movements are extremely slow, as if he is moving frame by frame, which is extremely clear.

However, Fan Qinghui's sword seemed to be thousands of miles away from him, and it had not been killed until he successfully sealed it, full of a strange sense of time and space.

"Demons, let me retreat!"

Fang Ming had no sorrow or joy on his face, and with supreme majesty, he suddenly pushed forward with both hands.

This bulldozing is unremarkable, but with a terrifying mountain and sea, the sky and the earth, the mountains and rivers, and even the sun, moon and stars all seem to come to life, gathering on his hands to suppress Buddhism.

At this moment, Fang Ming was the Heavenly Emperor who created the Three Realms of Heaven, Earth and Man and ruled over everything!

For the Great Dao of Heaven and Earth, this bit of Buddha power of Cihang Jingzhai is just mustard seed dust, which is not worth a damn.

Burst!

Fan Qinghui vomited blood and flew upside down and collapsed to the ground.

With just one move, Fang Ming seriously injured her and even lost all her mobility.

"Master!"

Concubine Xuan stood in front of Fang Ming, but the two lines of tears were slowly left: "Please also ask Emperor Song to keep your hand, otherwise Concubine Xuan will never forgive you for the rest of her life!" ”

"Forgiveness?"

Syllable!

Fang Ming waved his hand, and a loud slap hit the beautiful face of the senior concubine, causing the corners of her mouth to bleed and she fell to the ground: "Why does someone Song need your forgiveness?" ”

There was a funny taste on his face: "Although I have not raised you, it is a great kindness that I have given you life, so that you can have spiritual consciousness, come into this world, and feel everything, instead of eternal chaos!" But you still want to rely on this blood relationship to restrain me? How stupid! ”

Burst!

A sword qi emerged, piercing into the concubine's Xuan Qi Sea Dantian, destroying all the meridians in her body in an instant.

Shi Fei Xuan vomited blood again, knowing that her previous ten years of hard practice, chanting sutras and reciting Buddha, meditating and practicing qi, all had become useless.

"Senior Concubine Xuan, you are very lucky, because of the identity of Song Que's daughter, I decided to spare you again, if you want to kill yourself, you are free!"

Fang Ming came to Fan Qinghui and looked at her clear and beautiful eyes that had not changed for decades: "As for you...... Seek benevolence and get benevolence, what can you say? ”

With a wave of his hand, the sword light fell. (To be continued.) )