Feng Chengcheng understood when he landed that the relationship between this Zen monk and the North Peak Golden Buddha was not good, but why did the North Peak Golden Buddha give his token to himself?

Feng Qingcheng gritted his teeth, the Golden Buddha of the North Peak really still had selfish intentions, wanted to keep his reputation, and wanted to get rid of himself by the hand of this Zen monk.

"Dog thief! Pick up. ”

The Zen monk roared frantically, and suddenly saw that he was emitting a dazzling golden light, and the endless sound of chanting sutras came and went, and the buildings around the temple faintly echoed with it, and a compelling momentum pressed towards this side.

Feng Qingcheng's pupils shrank sharply, and he hurriedly took a few steps back and stepped back, and then saw a few golden rays of light hit the position where he was standing just now.

And the chanting voice gradually became crazy, and finally it turned into endless screams.

Feng Qingcheng looked at it fixedly, and saw that the eyes of the Zen monk had indeed been wrapped in a faint scarlet color, he had been eroded by the evil qi, and all the hatred and disgust in his bones had sprung up.

"It seems that there is no room for negotiation."

Feng Chengcheng secretly thought, then the only way to kill him is to make a move.

Just as he was thinking about it, he suddenly heard a sharp shout, and quickly came back to his senses, and saw the Zen monk in front of him rushing in front of him, clenching the bracelet with his right hand, and hitting the door fiercely.

Feng Qingcheng sneered, and waved his right hand forward extremely quickly, and he heard a buzzing sound, and suddenly saw a purple thunder sword that seemed to be real appeared beside him, blocking in front of him.

Clang!

With a crisp sound, the bracelet smashed the Purple Thunder Sword, and immediately the bracelet was smashed and broken, and the beads on it splashed everywhere.

"Old monk, Hugh is rampant! Today, I am going to decide on your Buddha bone relics! ”

Feng Qingcheng shouted, then twisted his footsteps, his body bullied up, and the purple thunder sword in his hand slashed a semicircle in mid-air, and he hit the Zen monk in front of him fiercely.

The trembling monk's robe agitated, and his figure retreated sharply.

Feng Qingcheng chased after him, and slashed the purple thunder sword in front of him with his right hand, cutting off a piece of the old monk's robe, and then pulled it back and slashed to the other side, bringing up a string of scarlet blood beads.

But the Zen monk was not annoyed or angry, but laughed loudly.

"Idiot! You've fallen into my trap! See you in the afterlife! ”

The Zen monk in front of him shouted loudly.

Feng Qingcheng was taken aback in his heart, and hurriedly looked at it, and saw that the string of Buddhist beads that had been scattered before did not fall to the ground after splashing it away, but stopped in mid-air and surrounded him.

Feng Qingcheng's face changed drastically, these Buddha beads all exude this huge energy, and there are twenty-four here, this Zen monk can cultivate the Buddha bone relics, and his strength is not bad.

At this moment, I heard the Zen monk shouting: "Drink! ”

Then I saw these Buddha beads around the surrounding swish, and they split into two, and the twenty-four beads turned into forty-eight, and they were almost connected into a circle around them.

Not to be outdone, Feng Qingcheng took a deep breath, wiped his right hand forward, and immediately buzzed, and nineteen purple thunder swords appeared in mid-air, this purple thunder sword body was like a reality, entangled with endless purple and black lightning, and the sound of wind and thunder could be faintly heard.

Feng Qingcheng snorted and sneered, staring at the Zen monk in front of him.

"Zhenhai Orb!"

The Zen monk shouted.

Immediately, the forty-eight orbs circling around stopped their movements at the same time, and the almost endless surging energy in them suddenly dispersed, forming a realistic scene around them.

The pale blue water, the sound of the waves.

Feng Qicheng seemed to be at the bottom of the sea, and the weight that weighed as much as a thousand catties of Mount Tai fell fiercely.

At this time, the middle finger of Feng Qingcheng's right index finger was pinched into a sword finger, her left hand was held underneath the palm, and her hands stood in front of her chest. ”

This voice didn't look like the usual voice of Feng Chengcheng, with supreme solemnity and coercion.

Looking carefully, you can see that behind Feng Chengcheng, there is a huge statue wearing a Taoist robe, and his face is not angry and arrogant.

With this roar falling to the ground, the nineteen purple thunder swords beside Feng Qicheng turned from virtual to solid, and the blades and hilts became pitch-black colors, and the momentum that soared into the sky was like the edge of a sword.

Then I saw that the nineteen purple thunder swords fell from vertical to horizontal in an instant, but they echoed each other from afar.

In an instant, I heard more than a dozen swishing sounds, and all nineteen purple thunder swords blasted out.

The surrounding ocean scene suddenly swelled, and the sea water was stirred wildly.

Soon, nineteen loud bangs were heard, Feng Qicheng laughed, and the forty-eight Zhenhai Orbs surrounding them all shattered and fell to the ground in a gloomy manner.

And the illusory ocean scene also disappeared into mid-air in an instant after blasting out nineteen columns of sky-high water.

Only the nineteen purple thunder swords were still buzzing around.

Feng Qingcheng waved his hand, then withdrew his nineteen long swords to his side, and looked at the Zen monk in front of him with a sneer.

At this time, the Zen monk spat blood from his mouth, but the expression on his face was still full of madness, and he actually looked up to the sky and laughed wildly.

Feng Qingcheng frowned, his right hand was raised suddenly, and he heard a buzzing sound, and the nineteen purple thunder swords rose high in the air, sticking to each other, and turned into a small circle.

"Go!"

Feng Qingcheng shouted.

Immediately, these nineteen purple thunder swords shot out one by one.

The first purple thunder sword instantly pierced the lower abdomen of the Zen monk and nailed it to the ground.

The second Purple Thunder Sword arrived in an instant, nailing the right foot of the Zen monk.

By the time the last Purple Thunder Sword fell, this Zen monk had no scars all over his body, but he still had a breath, still laughing weakly, and his eyes were full of madness.

Airplanes!

The last purple thunder sword fell with a bang, and I saw this purple thunder sword hit the forehead of the Zen monk, like poking tofu, and rushed in without hindrance.

Immediately, I saw red and white things splashing on the ground, and the Zen monk was silent.

Feng Chengcheng let out a long breath and looked around, the group of monks had already been shocked and fainted by the powerful true qi bombardment.

Walking in front of this Zen monk step by step, Feng Chengcheng confirmed that this Zen monk was really dead, so he waved his hand lightly, and the nineteen purple thunder swords gradually disappeared in midair.

The corpse of the Zen monk also fell to the ground with a pop, and then turned into a golden light, soaring into the sky, and only a slippery Buddha bone relic was left on the ground.

Feng Qingcheng leaned over and picked it up, still putting it in his arms, at this time he had already collected two, and there were still four left, and the task was completed.

Time flies, Feng Chengcheng does not stop rushing towards a high monk by one, some monks like the golden Buddha of the north peak, for the sake of the upper realm, voluntarily sit on the ground and pass away, as the so-called I don't go to hell, who goes to hell.

But some of them are like this Zen host, selfish, eroded by evil energy, and become a demonic existence, and the city of customs is not ambiguous, one by one, killing them, collecting their Buddha bone relics.

Soon, Feng Chengcheng collected all the six Buddha bone relics in the north, and was about to go to the agreed place to meet Dongfang Wuya.

But at this time, there was a roar in the air in vain: "What a young man! How dare you slaughter my Buddhists? You're really impatient, aren't you? ”

Feng Tingcheng's face changed slightly, at this time, he was surrounded by deep mountains and huge valleys, and this roar was so powerful that it was almost difficult to resist Feng Tingcheng's full strength.

The figure was crumbling, and he fell to the bottom of the valley.

Feng Qingcheng gasped, who is this sacred? How can you knock yourself out of the air with such a roar?

Feng Chengcheng looked at it fixedly, and saw countless golden lotuses floating in the air, and the classic pictures of Buddhism were also carefully depicted on the golden lotus, and then when he looked up, he saw a dazzling golden light.

In the golden light, a huge golden lotus throne rotated, and sitting on the golden lotus throne was an ancient Buddha, this ancient Buddha was thin and thin, wearing a plain white robe that had been worn for an unknown number of years.

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