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The light is like water, and the full moon hangs high.

In the mountains and fields more than ten miles away from the capital, a light breeze blew, carrying some rustling sounds.

The pale golden vertical pupils opened, Zhang Chen stood up, shook his tail, and crushed the trees.

Every cell in his body released power, and the Black Mountain Old Demon Neidan was completely refined, and his cultivation also increased.

"What kind of monster am I now?"

According to Zhiqiu Kazuha, there are four watersheds in each realm, which are the early stage, the middle stage, the late stage, and the peak.

As for the demon clan, it is the demon pill and the demon king.

Like the thousand-year-old tree demon may be the early stage of the demon king, the old demon of Montenegro is almost the middle stage of the demon king, as for the thousand-year-old centipede essence, it is not clear for the time being.

"After I refined the inner pill of the two demon kings, my cultivation has risen a bit, at least I have the strength of the middle and late stages of the demon king, the centipede spirit has just entered Beijing, I can't say for sure, but I definitely can't give it time to continue to develop......"

Thinking in his heart, Zhang Chen's sharp claws grabbed Xiaomeng, kicked his limbs into the sky, and immediately rushed into the clouds and swept towards the capital.

In just a few minutes, I pressed the head of the clouds, and hundreds of meters away, I saw an ancient temple under construction.

Although the ancient temple is under construction, it has shown a splendid appearance.

Falling on the high mountain, putting Xiaomeng down, Zhang Chen's eyes fell on Cihang Temple, spit out the snake letter, and a touch of surprise flashed in his vertical pupils.

What a weak demonic spirit.

This demonic aura is very weak, not much stronger than Xiaomeng, a little weird.

"Wait for me here."

As he spoke, Zhang Chen set off a hurricane and blasted towards Cihang Temple.

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In Cihang Temple, in the monk's house, a monk with a thin body and a monk's robe is sitting cross-legged on the futon, with kind eyebrows and kind eyes, full of peaceful atmosphere, looking really like a monk.

Suddenly, the monk opened his eyes violently, and the essence in his eyes skyrocketed.

What a strong demonic spirit!

Jumping up from the futon, the monk burst into a shout: "Who is the demon, dare to make trouble in front of the Buddha!" ”

Rushing out of Cihang Temple, Cihang Pudu is amazing, surrounded by dazzling golden light, burning sound bursts, like a true Buddha descending.

"Pretending to be a ghost."

In the sky, after seeing Cihang Pudu's true face, Zhang Chen immediately knew why this demon king's demonic aura was so weak.

The thousand-year-old centipede practiced the Dharma and was somewhat proficient, and he used the Dharma to cover his breath.

It's really cunning.

Thinking about it, Zhang Chen's body ran down, and the aura covered the claws, and slapped at him fiercely.

"Look for death!"

Cihang Pudu shouted angrily, like an angry King Kong, pinching the Buddha seal, a statue of an Arhat as high as several zhang, with a golden light all over his body, appeared behind him, Arhat was solemn, his eyes opened, and his palms were full of golden light and went straight to Zhang Chen.

Bang!

The claws collided with the Arhat's palm print, the air wave rolled, and the Arhat's palm print immediately shattered, turning into crystal points of light and sprinkling down.

Zhang Chen's body twisted and wandered in the air, and he said: "Although you are proficient in Buddhism, your Buddhism can only bluff mortals, but you are showing off in front of me, you are obviously a demon but pretending to be a ghost, I see how long you can resist with Buddhism." ”

"You demon king, the poor monk has no grievances with you, you dare to slander me."

"Slander?"

Zhang Chen sneered in his heart, this thousand-year-old centipede essence role-playing is quite hilarious, but it is too into the play.

"Do you slander you, don't you have a little self-consciousness in this thousand-year-old centipede?"

Hearing this, Cihang Pudu's face changed suddenly, he closed his eyes, and when he opened them again, his eyes were full of cold killing intent.

Where did this Lizard Demon King come from?

actually knows his true body, and he must not let it go.

Otherwise, there will be endless troubles!

Suddenly, a rainbow light appeared in the sky, and I saw a terrifying energy released from Zhang Chen's body, and a red pillar of energy erupted from his mouth.

Bang!

Bang!

Boom————

The pillar of energy light burst down, Cihang Pudu's face changed suddenly, and he immediately chanted the Dharma, and the sound was bursting, and the golden light appeared all over his body, and the golden light skyrocketed and immediately turned into a solemn Buddha statue.

Seeing this, Zhang Chen's eyes were full of surprise.

If you come to the Buddha?

This demon king is really as bold as in the original book, and even the Buddha of the West Heaven dares to come out.

If the Buddha is solemn, the Buddha's eyes are opened, and two beams of golden light rise to the sky.

The golden light collided with the energy pillar, and the two energies started a tug-of-war in the void, the annular shock wave spread, and the hurricane howled.

A few kilometers away, Xiao Meng's face was pale, and the golden light of the Buddha made her feel frightened, and she had the urge to run away.

Suddenly, a touch of golden light emerged, Xiao Meng's expression was stunned, and when she looked down, she saw a small bead releasing golden light rushing out of the sachet.

Small beads?

Airplanes!

Buzzing!

The golden beads were suspended in the void and trembled, as if they were excited.

Xiao Meng's expression froze, this bead was inadvertently picked up by her in Lanruo Temple, the bead was fragrant, and she was reluctant to throw it away and put it in her pocket.

Right now......

However, before she could finish thinking, the bead trembled violently and burst towards Cihang Temple.

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The collision of the Buddha's light with the energy pillar made the night sky as bright as day, and such a vision naturally attracted the attention of many people.

The silence of the night in the capital was broken, and everyone looked up at the sky, even in the imperial city.

Bang!

The Buddha's light collided with the energy pillar, and after a few seconds of stalemate, they dissipated each other, and Cihang Pudu Pan sat in the void with a hideous face, and so did the Buddha.

Suddenly, a flash of golden light burst out, Cihang Pudu's face was shocked, and the Buddha's palm print immediately went up.

Bang!

The palm print collided with the golden light, and it was shattered in an instant, and Cihang Pudu was like being struck by lightning, and immediately vomited blood and flew out, and then smashed into the open space of the temple in embarrassment.

The dust was flying, Cihang Pudu covered his bloody arms, his eyes stared at the golden light in the void, his face changed wildly, and his originally cold eyes were full of fear.

Feeling the Buddha light released by Zhuyu, Cihang Pudu was shocked, and instantly rose to the sky, wanting to flee without looking back.

However, before he could take off, the golden light shrouded him, and Cihang Pudu was immediately slapped back to the ground.

Prostrate on the ground, Cihang Pudu was covered in black qi, and finally wrapped his whole body, and a pair of red and murderous eyes lit up from the black qi.

In the void, feeling the terrifying aura in the golden light, Zhang Chen's eyelids jumped wildly, and he wanted to escape but found that the space was frozen at this moment.

Is there a true Buddha in the world?

At this time, Zhang Chen had an urge to scold his mother, could it be that in this era of the end of the Dharma, there are still powerful Buddhist monks who have survived?

The Dharma in the golden light is as vast as the sky, and the Dharma that Cihang Pudu is proficient in is like a drop in the ocean in front of the golden light.

Under this breath, he is like an ant.

What did the thousand-year-old centipede spirit do to provoke such an existence?

In front of this breath, Zhang Chen only felt that his scalp was numb, and his heartstrings were extremely tight, even if that thing didn't mean anything aimed at him.

The sound is sung, the golden light illuminates the night sky, and the Buddhist text gushes out of the earthy yellow beads, and finally transforms into a monk with kind eyebrows and kind eyes, wearing a robe.

The monk has no physical body, and it looks like a phantom, but the light of the Buddha shrouds a radius of several kilometers.

At this moment, everyone in the capital quietly fell asleep.

"Amitabha Buddha ......"

When the Buddha's words fell, the monk opened his eyes, his eyes were full of anger, and his palm poked out and instantly turned into dozens of zhang, and immediately pinched the black qi in the temple.

"Roar!"

The roar of the black gas sounded, and I saw the black gas tumbling and soaring, and in an instant, a huge body of more than ten zhang rushed out, the body was winding and slender, the carapace was shining like metal, the hundred feet were like blades exuding coldness, and the scarlet eyes were terrifying.

Millennial centipede essence!

The thousand-year-old centipede spirit roared frantically and wanted to turn over, but the palm shrouded in Buddha's light had already grabbed it.

The palm of his hand was held in the air, as if he had pinched the main artery of the thousand-year-old centipede essence, and the thousand-year-old centipede essence immediately shrank and was pinched in the palm of his hand.

The monk's left hand was raised slightly, and he said in an ethereal voice: "Go with my Buddha." ”

The Buddha's words fell, his palm slammed into a slam of his hand, and with the screams and wails, the black gas dissipated, and the corpse of the centipede spirit fell from the sky.

He's dead.

"Good, good."

After all this, the anger in the monk's eyes dissipated, replaced by a touch of indifference, without looking at Zhang Chen, his hands were folded, his eyes were closed, and the phantom gradually dissipated, turning into a round earthy yellow bead.

The beads were covered with cracks, and the cracks spread like spider webs, and finally with a thud they turned into golden light and dissipated between heaven and earth.

The space between heaven and earth returned to normal, Zhang Chen twisted his body, stared around, and confirmed that he had really left before sweeping down.

The body wandered in the void, looking at the centipede spirit that had long been lifeless in the open space of the temple, there was no pity in his eyes, and he couldn't help but want to laugh.

To die is to die, it is Cihang Pudu.

This is the connoisseur of death.

As a writer, he got the true Buddha out and killed himself.

Now he understands that the true Buddha must be angry because the thousand-year-old centipede essence is pretending to be the Buddha.

Thinking about it, Zhang Chen breathed a sigh of relief in his heart, fortunately he didn't stare at himself, otherwise the consequences would be unpredictable.

Just a wisp of remnant soul was terrifying to such an extent, he was not confident that he would survive, but fortunately the monk did not do anything to him, which made him feel like he was going to live after the catastrophe.

Now, the monk is really gone, and at the same time he has taken away the centipede essence, and a flash of joy flashed in Zhang Chen's vertical pupils.

If it weren't for the monk, he really didn't know how long he would have to fight the thousand-year-old centipede.

"By the way, that girl will be fine."

Thinking about it, Zhang Chen rushed out of the temple with a kick of all fours, and his body was from far to near, only to see Xiaomeng lying on the hillside sleeping Zhengxiang.

Buddha light?

After a half-loud groan, Zhang Chen carefully grabbed her and returned to Cihang Temple.

Placing Xiaomeng on the ground, staring at the corpse of the centipede essence, a layer of saliva suddenly secreted from his sharp teeth.

The carapace of the thousand-year-old centipede spirit was very hard, and it was torn apart only when the aura was covered in the claws.

Swallowing the thousand-year-old centipede essence into his stomach one by one, the last purple Neidan rolled out.

Demon Pill.

The energy contained in the purple demon pill is very strong, a little stronger than the old demon of Black Mountain.

"This thousand-year-old centipede spirit is likely to have reached the realm of the late stage of the Demon King, if this is the case, I must also be in the late stage of the Demon King."

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