Boom, in the blue sky and white sky, suddenly thunder sounded, the sound was so loud that it exceeded the scope of ordinary thunder, and the rabble of thirty or forty thousand people was frightened silently, mistakenly thinking that the rebellion had angered the heavens.

Xu Xian also looked at the sky in disbelief, although as a scholar, he paid attention to the strange power of the child, but from childhood to adulthood, he had seen all the messy things, not a thousand, but also eight hundred, and he had already known that there were immortals, ghosts and demons in this world.

There was another thunderstorm, and at the same time, a hundred-zhang dragon composed of clouds and mist swooped down from the sky and fell into Xu Xian's body under the shocked gaze of thirty or forty thousand rabble.

"This, this ......"

Xu Xian couldn't accept it for a while, and looked at Chu Feng in shock.

Chu Feng shook his head, this had nothing to do with him at all, but in his expectation, this was his plan, history changed, and Canglong, with a small amount of luck, fell from the sky and fell into Xu Xian's body, indicating that the country was likely to be shaken by Xu Xian.

Compared with Xu Xian, the reaction is greater than the thirty or forty thousand rabble, who are they, farmers who farm, small merchants and vendors on the street, and even robbers who rob houses, green-skinned hooligans, such a group of people, don't ask them to have too high cognition, seeing Canglong enter Xu Xian's body, they have already determined that Xu Xian is the true dragon son of heaven, the emperor of the mandate of heaven.

"True Dragon Son"

"True Dragon Son"

……

The sound of the mountains and tsunamis resounded in the sky, and the morale that was originally a little sluggish suddenly rose to the extreme, people are like this, as long as you give him a little sunshine, he can brightly blind your dog's eyes.

……

The flowers bloom in two, one on each branch.

Just when Xu Xian led a group of rabble and prepared to attack Lin'an City, a group of people gathered in the City God Temple in Qiantang County.

They are all familiar faces, Fahai, the messenger of the Pure Altar, the prince of horses, and the iron master.

Among them, the iron master is kneeling.

"Okay, you're a city god, you don't make it clear when you report the news, and the seat that almost killed me was in the hands of the Hundred-Eyed Demon Lord."

Ma Wangye's face was angry, and he raised his leg with a kick.

Iron Master, that is, the city god, knelt on the ground and trembled, he never expected that what he had planned for so many years would be destroyed by the legendary Hundred-Eyed Demon Lord, thinking of the scene of that day, he had a chill down his spine, and the terrifying existence that could easily be cleaned up even by fighting and defeating the Buddha back then, was calculating him, this was not the idea of a tiger beating a little white rabbit with a broken leg.

Thankfully, I was able to run fast that day! Otherwise, I'm afraid there won't even be any bones left.

The Fahai Haikou on the side pronounced a Buddha horn, and his brows furrowed slightly. He has traveled in the mortal world for thousands of years, all kinds of tricks, he has seen too much, and he can't help but doubt the authenticity of this matter.

"The legendary Hundred-Eyed Demon Lord, hundreds of years ago, wasn't he killed by the mother of the Sun Star Monarch, Vilamba Bodhisattva, how can he still live in the world, are you mistaken."

Fahai didn't say that it didn't matter, as soon as he said that Ma Wangye went away.

"I saw it wrong, you and hundreds of eyes, look at each other and try to see it, how can you be wrong."

Fahai imagined in his mind that he was looking at hundreds of dense eyes, and his face was a little weird, but the scene was infiltrating. The corner of his eye swept to the silent Pure Altar Messenger, and his heart was bright, the person concerned is here, the Hundred-Eyed Demon Lord is dead or not, and the Pure Altar Envoy is still unclear.

"Uncle Shi, you were there that day, do you know if the Hundred-Eyed Demon Lord is dead, or has he escaped?"

The poor monk of the pure altar messenger knew that he was a fart, and the poor monk had already been put down by the poisonous jujube of the demon road, and slept until the monster was eliminated.

I think so in my heart, but I can't say it on my lips.

"On that day, the senior brother and the Hundred-Eyed Demon Lord fought for seven days and seven nights, and had the upper hand, how did the demon suddenly take off his clothes, revealing hundreds of eyes, releasing divine light, the senior brother did not notice, was injured by the divine light, and had to escape, on the way met Vilamba Bodhisattva, with the help of Vilamba Bodhisattva, defeated the Hundred-Eyed Demon Lord, but the monk is compassionate, Viramba Bodhisattva may not really be a killer, the demon is very likely to escape from the original spirit, and re-cultivate the supernatural powers."

If this sound very reasonable, Fahai and Ma Wangye, who listened to it, looked at each other, whether this Pure Altar Envoy was present at the time or not, how to say it was an analysis.

The Pure Altar Envoy was not a fool, he saw the abnormality of the two, and immediately added: "The poor monk was highly poisoned in his body that day, and he still insisted on fighting with the Hundred-Eyed Demon Lord for a day and a night, and he lost his strength in the middle, so he had to withdraw from the battle and watch the battle from the sidelines. ”

Fahaikou pronounced a Buddha horn and said nothing. is a fellow disciple and a division commander, so it is inconvenient to say more.

Ma Wangye is not a person in Buddhism, he doesn't have so many scruples, he turned sideways, his cheeks twitched, according to the rumors about this master, he was afraid that the poison in his body was true, and the rest was all nonsense.

It was a terrible conversation that was very unpleasant to the Pure Altar Emissary, and after saying that, he had no interest in staying any longer.

"The Hundred-Eyed Demon Lord is not something you and I can deal with, you each find your own master, report this matter, invite the master to come, the poor monk is gone."

As soon as the messenger of the pure altar walked to the door, he saw the direction of Lin'an, lightning and thunder, and a lucky dragon swooped down from the sky and disappeared.

"Oh no, someone wants to take Zhao Song's luck."

Ma Wang Ye hurriedly pinched his fingers, and his face turned pale.

"Part of it has been taken away, the heavenly machine has been disturbed, and the future is completely unclear."

Fahai also has a solemn expression, everything has a certainty, once it is forcibly destroyed by outsiders, the future will be unpredictable.

"No, the poor monk must stop the Hundred-Eyed Demon Lord."

As soon as these words came out, the Pure Altar Envoy and Ma Wangye looked at Fahai like fools, as far as your broken cultivation is concerned, you can barely be regarded as an Arhat, you go up, aren't you looking for death.

"The poor monk has a purple gold bowl"

The golden light flashed in Fahai's hand, and a purple-gold bowl appeared.

The envoy of the pure altar almost didn't laugh, this is not the guy who ate the master back then. You're kidding the Hundred-Eyed Demon Lord when it comes to dealing with the Hundred-Eyed Demon Lord!

"The Purple Gold Bowl, at my Buddhist event, I have been blessed by the Buddha's light from all the Bodhisattvas, and it is infinitely powerful."

As a disciple of the Gyala Bodhisattva, Fahai certainly knew that the Purple Gold Bowl was pit by his master from the hands of the Buddha and apprentice of Zhantan Merit, and when he saw the strange eyes of the Pure Altar Messenger, he couldn't help but correct the name of the Purple Gold Bowl.

"The blessing of the Buddha's light of the Bodhisattvas will also be able to deal with ordinary monsters, like Bai Suzhen and others, and deal with the old demons like the Hundred-Eyed Demon King, the poor monks see that you don't know whether you are dead or alive, and immediately go back to Lingshan and find your master Ka Ye Bodhisattva to come forward."

The messenger of the Pure Altar, who regained his sense of existence, criticized Fahai with an elder tone.