"Is that you?"

After seeing Xia Yang clearly, the Jingren monk's complexion suddenly changed greatly, as if he had been hit on the head by a thunderbolt on a sunny day, and as if someone had poured a basin of cold water from head to toe, and even his limbs couldn't help but tremble.

"Very well, it seems that you still remember this seat. Xia Yang looked at him quietly.

"Patience and ...... Master, this person...... Who is it?"

Looking at the person in front of him who couldn't see the details at all, Yu Wutong and the other two high-level Witch Ghost Dao leaders were also trembling, and they turned gray in an instant.

What can make them powerless to fight back is only possible for the Martial Dao Saints and the Wendao Saints to do it.

There are saints out, and demons retreat.

The country has saints, and demons do not invade!

If a country is suppressed by saints, ordinary demons and monsters will not be able to make trouble at all, only if the country is not prosperous, and there are no literary saints and martial saints in the imperial court, they will dare to come out and make waves.

But even an ordinary martial saint would never be like this person, easily drinking through the Great Array of Ten Thousand Ghost Dynasty Sects of his Witch and Ghost Dao, drinking back countless evil demons and ghosts, and drinking and destroying his Ten Thousand Ghost Spirit Banner. And just now, this person just relied on his voice to destroy his powerful magic weapon, as well as their great array of witch and ghost paths, which shows how strong the other party's strength is.

"Judging by this person's temperament, he doesn't look like a scholar, could it be that he is young, and he is actually a martial saint! And he is not an ordinary martial saint?"

Witch Ghost Dao Sect Master Yu Wutong's whole body trembled, and his heart trembled in fear.

At this moment, all his hole cards were lost, as if there was a feeling that his whole body was exposed to broad daylight, and it seemed that the entire witch and ghost path was beaten back to its original form in an instant.

There is no longer the vast supernatural power of the past, and there is no longer a magic channel.

Yes, it's just endless fear.

"Da Qianjing Bianhou, Xia Yang!"

The Jingren monk gritted his teeth and read Xia Yang's name word by word. At this moment, in addition to being frightened, his complexion instantly became extremely cold, just like the thousand-year-old ice of the northern country, and his eyes were full of flames of hatred.

As the only survivor of the Great Chan Temple, and one of the great grandmaster-level masters of one of the one hundred and eight Bodhisattvas, how could he not recognize Xia Yang, the commander of the Great Cadres, who overwhelmed him with the power of one person, and was the culprit who led his troops to destroy the Great Chan Temple?

"What......? Jingbian Marquis...... Xia Yang?"

Hearing his words, the people of the Witch Ghost Dao were all colorless, as if five thunders had thundered to the top!

Although they were far away from the world and isolated from the world, they were by no means without any contact with the outside world, not to mention that the reckless wilderness was not too far from the kamikaze country, how could they not receive the news of the battle in which Yunmeng attacked the kamikaze a few months ago?

The great general of the Great Cadre Protector of the Country, single-handedly killed Yuwen Mu and forced back the 300,000 army of Yunmeng, they naturally knew about it, since they dared to take in the Jingren monk, how could they not find out the internal situation!

It's just that no one could have imagined that this rumored terrible figure would come to the wilderness in person to find their witch and ghost way, or the trouble of the Jingren monk.

Could it be that this means to drive out the remnants of the Great Zen Temple?

The people of the Witch and Ghost Dao all thought like this, and the Jingren monk was naturally no exception, and he couldn't help but smile miserably: "I can't imagine that I Jingren quietly escaped after the collapse of the Great Zen Temple, and hid in the wilderness, and I was still found by you, but a poor monk is a great master, why bother you Jingbianhou and other top people to come out in person?"

If it was just an ordinary big cadre, the Jingren monk might still have the idea of fighting to the death rather than the jade to be broken. But the horror of Xia Yang, how could he not know that even his four peak martial saints were invincible when they joined forces, and how could he be a person who was not even a martial saint to resist.

Fortunately, he didn't know about Xia Yang's recent battle with the Oneiroi Machine, otherwise he probably wouldn't even have such thoughts.

After speaking, under his pale face, he looked up to the sky with an unwilling face and roared: "The poor monk once made an oath that he would not destroy the great cadre in this life, and swore not to rest! Why is God so unfair, is it doomed that my Great Zen Temple should be extinct?"

"Don't be so pessimistic, I'm not here to get you. ”

Seeing that he looked like he was about to enter the end of his rope, Xia Yang said calmly: "As long as you hand over the Qiankun cloth bag, this seat will leave immediately, and I will never touch a single hair." ”

"Do you want to steal the cloth bag?"

Hearing the meaning of his words, the face of the Jingren monk changed suddenly: "As the Marquis of Daqian, you dare to fight the idea of the Qiankun cloth bag privately, are you not afraid of Yang Pan's anger?"

He wasn't stupid, and he figured it out almost instantly. If the Daqian Dynasty knows about this, I am afraid that the army of Daqian has already surrounded here, and Xia Yang appeared alone at this time, which is really unreasonable.

"Monk Jingren, this seat knows that you hate Daqian to the core!" Hearing this, Xia Yang shook his head slightly and said: "The destruction of your Great Chan Temple, although this seat is not the mastermind, it is natural to bear the cause and effect. However, even if this seat has personally led the army to attack your Great Zen Temple, but has not personally killed one of your temples, and fought with the four heavenly kings, it is only defeated and not killed, and there is no hostility towards your Great Zen Temple, so it will not kill you completely. In addition, this seat does not want your Qiankun cloth bag, just to take one of the things, if you are willing to hand it over to this seat, this seat will give you a creation, so that you can achieve martial saints, and even human immortals, but also pay you the cause and effect of the Great Zen Temple. And this seat can also guarantee that as long as you stay useful, the Great Zen Temple will be rebuilt in the future!"

"Hahahaha......"

The Jingren monk laughed angrily, and his tone was full of desolation and grief and indignation: "If you want to get the Qiankun cloth bag from the poor monk, to put it bluntly, with your dignified Qianjing Bianhou, you actually want to cheat and get it? You haven't killed a single person in my temple, if it weren't for you big cadres and lackeys, my Great Zen Temple would not have been destroyed at all." That day, my Great Zen Temple was so merciful that when your army came to the door, I still refused to kill you. What to rebuild the Great Zen Temple, it's a big joke!"

"Hmph!" Xia Yang's eyes froze, and he snorted coldly: "Are you kind enough to take you in when you are a witch and ghost? They are nothing more than using your Qiankun cloth bag to plot big things, you are mixed with these people, it is tantamount to seeking skin with a tiger, you have also seen the behavior of this group of witches and ghosts, killing living beings and refining evil laws, it is not done by human beings, it is completely an evil demon who has lost his surname." The Great Zen Temple is a dignified and supreme holy place, as a great and virtuous monk, you have completely lost your compassion with this group of evil demons and foreign paths, how can you have the heart to enter the martial arts realm? What will you face in the future, go to meet your ancestors and ancestors of the Great Zen Temple?"

Hearing Xia Yang's words, the Jingren monk laughed again: "No matter what you say, how can you shake my true heart?"

"Stubborn!"

Seeing that he didn't know what to do like this, Xia Yang's eyes turned cold, and he was no longer verbose, and with a palm, he slapped it in the direction of the Jingren monk and the witch ghost Dao and others, who were already frightened.

Rumble!

Suddenly, I saw a giant palm suddenly appear in the void, covering it in the air.

And under this giant palm, the sect master of the Witch Ghost Dao and several elders had no power to resist at all, and they were directly killed and wiped out.

As for the Jingren monk, he was slammed to the ground by him, smashing up a large cloud of dust.

However, Xia Yang was very measured, and the palm that killed the high-level of the Witch Ghost Dao did not hurt him in the slightest. With the physique of a great martial arts master, falling down will not hurt the muscles and bones.

And after the Witch Ghost Dao Sect Master Yu Wutong died, a big pocket on his back immediately floated in the air, and Xia Yang reached out and grabbed the bag in his hand.

It's the Qiankun cloth bag!

This large pocket, non-silk and non-linen, is very strange in color, as if it is leather, but it is not the skin of any kind of animal.

It was tightly tied by a rope that seemed to be tendons, and it seemed that they were not animal tendons, but human tendons.

A trace of huge pure yang power faintly escaped from his pocket.

Xia Yang knew that this was the Qiankun cloth bag.

The essence of the Qiankun cloth bag is actually the skin of human immortals, which has all kinds of mysterious uses.

After taking a few glances at the Qiankun cloth bag, Xia Yang immediately used the power of his soul to open the Qiankun cloth bag.

The opening of the Qiankun cloth bag requires the strength of the ghost immortal level, but this is not a problem for him.

Buzz!

As his thoughts entered the Qiankun Cloth Bag, a voice that seemed to come from another world sounded, sounding extremely distant, as if it was from the Chenxing Universe, and it seemed to be in his ears.

The opening of the Qiankun cloth bag suddenly opened, and a cyan air flow rushed out, and then a huge gate was formed on the ground that was three people high and two people wide.

This door is completely aircurrent, green and bright, like a mirage, but it is not clear whether it is real or illusory.

Behind the giant door transformed by green qi, the light was faint, and bursts of fresh breeze blew out of the door, carrying a clean breath.

As soon as Xia Yang smelled this clean breath, he felt that the world behind this giant gate was a world as pure as a fairyland, and he did not hesitate at the moment, and stepped into it step by step.

And after crossing the great gate, the world was immediately transformed, and the earth was no longer earth, and the sky was no longer heaven.

Looking up at the sky, he had a feeling as if he could touch it with his hands.

With a slight sweep of his eyes, the sky was only thirty or forty feet high.

But there was no sun in the sky, but a layer of bright, harmonious clouds, green as jade.

This cloud is extremely tenacious, even now, with all his strength, it is difficult to penetrate into the slightest, let alone break through the sky.

"Such a small world is really wonderful. One day, I can create it myself!"

While thinking about it, Xia Yang couldn't help but look at the ground again.

I saw that the ground of this small world is also a layer of cloud film as smooth as a mirror, just like water waves, as soon as a person steps on it, it is a ripple, but it is extremely solid.

Even if you stomp your foot hard, it was just that the ripples expanded a little, and then dissipated, and the ground did not shake at all, showing the stability of this small world. And from a distance, in that place that seems to be hundreds of miles away, there is also a layer of blue jade-colored earth light film, which seems to be the wall of this small world.

In a few breaths, Xia Yang swept the entire range of the Xiaoqian World, and found that the entire Xiaoqian World was like a quadrant composed of a green jade light film.

It's like a big house.

Of course, this house is big and scary, with a radius of 100 miles, which is equivalent to a small county of the Great Qian Dynasty, and the walls of this big house are light on all sides, which only Yang God masters can break.

"There seems to be a lot of stuff piled up in the center. ”

A moment later, Xia Yang had already come to the center of the entire small world, the size of seven or eight squares, and on top of the square, there were mountains of things.

A pile is gold, a pile of silver, a pile of jewelry, jadeite, diamonds, many jewels.

In addition, there are mountains of white rice, and there are many chests, which seem to contain weapons, bows, crossbows, and armor.

On the other side of the square, there are large and small medicine boxes and medicine bottles, which seem to be a huge medicine storehouse. The square behind the medicine depot is a book storehouse, with many bookshelves made of sandalwood, seven or eight people high, furnished.

Behind the library, there are mountains of silk and satin.

Vaults, silver vaults, grain vaults, jewelry vaults, weapons and armor vaults, medicine vaults, book vaults, silk vaults.

Eight squares are equivalent to eight huge warehouses.

The eight warehouses, arranged in the direction of the eight hexagrams, showed an inexplicable magic.

Xia Yang stood in front of the White Mountain, his face was not shocked, and he was still extremely calm.

"Buddhism neither pays taxes nor does it produce, so it's no wonder that there is such a catastrophe!"

The rice in front of him is at least 500,000 quintals or more, which can feed hundreds of thousands of people to survive the famine.

And the mountains of vaults are full of gold, some of them are green and yellow, some are yellow, but they are all seven or eight percent gold ingots, as for ninety percent of purple gold, ten percent of red gold, it is rare to see.

These gold and silver, one by one, are like wine bottles, and they are also printed with the year name of the Great Zhou Dynasty, which is obviously the gold and silver of the previous dynasty, and some of them are still the money of dynasties farther away than the Great Zhou.

Obviously, these gold and silver are one of the treasures accumulated by the Great Chan Temple for thousands of years, and they are even above the treasure trove of the Great Zhou that he saw at the beginning.

However, Xia Yang didn't have the slightest interest in these money, but after looking at it a few times, he went all out to transfer his soul thoughts and sense this small world.

I don't know how long it took, but a smile finally appeared on his face, and he pointed directly into the void.

"Phew!"

A sound of space shattering sounded, and then I saw that this small thousand world broke open a large crack, followed by a page of dark golden brilliance, like a Bayeux scripture, falling out of the crack and falling into Xia Yang's thoughts.

Vaguely, I saw that on this page of Baye Leaf Zen Sutra, there was a painting of a standing with his head high, giving birth to a lotus step by step, pointing to the sky and the ground with one finger, as if the heaven and the earth, the only one is the mighty Buddha.

The breath of this big Buddha has the power to dominate the present and be invincible!

Xia Yang had a smile on his face, one of the three classics of the Great Chan Temple, the general outline of "Now as the Sutra of the Future", finally arrived.