"Save your eighteenth generation ancestor, you can refine the peak grandmaster of the late stage, the first person under the five uniques, you can turn the tide with any moves."

Xuan Jing cried out in her heart.

I knew that Xuankong was cunning and greedy, but I didn't think that at such a juncture, he could be so conservative, which really made all the disciples of Nanlin Temple feel cold.

Damn it!

Xuan Jing only felt a huge black shadow flying in front of him, and his body tightened, and he was actually clasped into the palm of his hand by Hei San's one hand.

"Hey, hey!"

Faced with Hei Sanhai's thick bloody eyes, sharp fangs, and ugly smiling face, Xuan Jing was desperate.

"Master Hei, the old man is wrong, please let me live, I will build a Dharma phase for you in Nanlin Temple, and burn incense day and night to worship."

Xuan Jing bowed his hands and begged bitterly.

"Is it too late to beg for mercy?"

"Old bald donkey, aren't you going to send me to hell?"

"Haha!"

Hei San was extremely happy, looking up to the sky and laughing.

"I, I was wrong, Hei Ye, let me go, I'm old, I promise not to come out again to hinder your eyes."

Xuan Jing shamelessly begged for mercy, a handful of snot and tears, where is there still half a point of high monk face.

"Huh, huh?"

"Die!"

The strength of Hei San's hand increased, and suddenly Xuan Jing's bones crackled.

As the strength of his hands gradually increased, Xuan Jing's bones were shattered, his liver and gallbladder turned into blood, and blood flowed out of the seven holes.

Yes!

Hei San grabbed Xuan Jing and smashed it in front of Xuan Kong like rags.

Poor Xuan Jing slammed into the ground and suddenly turned into a mess of mud.

Ah!

When everyone saw that another elder had died tragically in Nanlin Temple, they all shook their heads and felt sorry.

Originally, many people who stood up quietly ran behind Qin Yi and knelt down again.

"Elder!"

Whew!

All the monks of Nanlin Temple knelt on the ground and wept at the same time.

"Amitabha!"

"Senior brother, I will avenge your revenge, you can go with peace of mind."

Xuankong took the robe from the disciple next to him and put it on Xuan Jing's body.

For him, Xuan Zhan's death was a huge loss.

Xuan Jing deserved to die, because when he was competing for the abbot, Xuan Jing Dharma Hall was on Xuan Zhi's side, which is also the reason why Xuan Kong just insisted on refusing to make a move.

"Haha!"

"Haha!"

The monks were grief-stricken, but one of them looked up to the sky and smiled.

This person is none other than Xuan Zhi.

"Haha, Senior Brother Xuanjing is really confused, working hard for such villains, and counting on him to rescue, he really follows the villain's ambition with the heart of a gentleman, sad and pitiful."

Xuan Zhi's face was full of tears and he smiled bitterly.

"Presumptuous!"

"Xuan Zhi, Xuan Jing treated you well before his death, why are you laughing!"

"I laugh at you for being as stupid as a dog, do you think I'll give you the real relics? You dream. ”

Hyun Chi burst out laughing again.

As soon as these words came out, Xuankong and the others were shocked.

"Senior Brother Abbot, what I said is right, it's not that I'm wrong, it's that your people are traitors and give the holy relics to Qin Hou."

"Now, he is only afraid that he has cracked the holy relic, otherwise how can he kill Xuan Zhan with one move and help this demon be reborn?"

Zhang Zhengxuan suddenly realized, slapped his thigh, and shouted.

"Holy Relic!"

"Holy Relic!"

Xuankong only felt that the sky was spinning for a while.

"That's right, Xuankong, you can't dream of it, Master Xuanzhi gave you a fake."

"You are dressed in the skin of a Buddha, but in your bones you are greedy, treacherous and shameless. Over the years, he has poisoned the people and harmed the masters, and he has long been angry and resentful, and even the heavens will not agree to it. ”

"Tonight, Annan Valley is your burial place!"

Qin Yi's face was pale, he raised his arms and shouted, his voice was like thunder, and every word was like a sharp knife, piercing Xuankong's heart.

"You, you are talking nonsense, the relics are mine, they are mine!"

"What I have in my hands is real."

Xuankong took out the relics and said in a trembling voice.

"Really?"

"Look at the relics!"

Qin Yi took out the relics from his pocket, and everyone felt that their eyes lit up, but when they saw that he was holding the holy relics in his hands, the Buddha's light was full of light, and the halo of all the characters was free, exuding the supreme Buddha's might.

"Relic!"

"Is this the real relic?"

Everyone shouted in unison.

"This, how is this possible?"

Xuankong looked at the relics in the air, and then looked at the unremarkable thing in his hand, and his heart was desperate.

"Amitabha!"

Xuan Zhi recited the Buddha's name aloud.

The warrior monks who were originally guarding him knelt on the ground and worshiped the holy relics.

"Xuankong, accept your fate."

Qin Yi said with a smile.

"Hey, abbot, time is also fate, thousands of calculations, Qin thief still got the will of heaven." Zhang Zhengxuan is also desperate.

He believed that Qin Yi had already obtained the Dharma aura of the relics, and only then did he have the magical power that was almost like divine refining.

"Haha!"

"Haha!"

Xuankong held up the relics in his hand and laughed bitterly like a madman.

"Fake, fake!"

"After making trouble for a long time, you dare to deceive me!"

"What do I want it for?"

Xuankong picked up the relics and smashed them on the ground.

At the moment when he smashed it, Qin Yi's heart rose to his throat, and he finally waited for the opportunity to make a move.

But he also missed one point, that is, in the previous battle, his true qi was exhausted, and now that he finally had the opportunity to take the profit, he couldn't exert his strength.

And Hei San has just transformed into a three-zhang yaksha, still immersed in the boiling blood, and his brain can't turn at all.

The opportunity must not be lost, once the relics are broken and the aura is scattered, it will be completely destroyed.

Thinking of this, Qin Yi's heart was unprecedentedly panicked, and he felt hopeless!

Just when hope was dashed, a dark shadow crossed by, and the relics had fallen into the hands of others.

The person who took it away was none other than Xuanzhi.

Knowing that this relic is genuine, except for Qin Yi, there is only Xuan Zhi.

Xuanzhi was able to compete with Xuankong for the abbot, and he was able to fight against the heroes of the Nanyun and Yunnan systems, and won the relics, and his own cultivation was also superb, second only to Xuankong.

Of course, he would not miss such an opportunity and let the treasure be destroyed.

"Xuanzhi, you, what do you mean?"

Xuankong didn't expect this to happen, and he was immediately blindfolded.

Xuanzhi took a deep breath, held the relics above his head with both hands, walked to Qin Yi step by step, knelt down on one knee and bowed: "Xuankong has no way, ruining my thousand-year-old reputation of Nanlin Temple, Xuanzhi implores Hou Ye to take charge of the world, cleanse the filth, and revitalize righteousness!" Today, I offer the relics of the supreme Zen master Buddha of the ancestor of Shenlong Temple, and ask the Hou Ye to plan for the world and accept the holy relics! ”

Qin Yi secretly took a breath and regained his composure.

"Holy monk, please get up, your offering today, it is a great grace to me, and it is also a supreme blessing on the right path."

"Get up, please!"

Qin Yi was overjoyed and hurriedly helped Xuanzhi up.

Providence!

Heaven help me!

Qin Yi shouted wildly in his heart, if Xuankong is a virtuous person, he will die tonight without a place to be buried, that is, he will not die, at least for twenty years, he will no longer be able to shake the status of Nanlin Temple.

If Xuankong obtains relics, cracks secrets, and absorbs the aura of Buddhism, he can become a master of divine refining.

And he is almost a waste, and if he loses this bet, he loses everything!

At this time, there were twists and turns, and Rao is heart was full of twists and turns, and he was agitated.