The chant of the thirty-sixth, like ten thousand people, the sound of humming even overshadowed the sound of the tide, and poured into people's ears in a mighty way, obviously chaotic to the extreme, but it had a kind of calming effect.

The disciples who closed their eyes suddenly opened their eyes, their eyes widened with rage, and all the chanting voices suddenly turned into a syllable and burst out of everyone's mouths.

Airplanes!

Even if everyone is prepared, the spiritual power and immortal power have reached their peak, and at this time, most people's eyes suddenly bloomed, and the world was spinning, which was not much different from the feeling of a seasick person taking a boat for the first time.

This sound not only no longer calmed the nerves, but also made the corners of many people's mouths overflow with blood.

Kuzen clasped his hands together, a drop of blood condensed between his fingers, and he reached out slightly, dripping the blood full of endless immortal power into the cut of the wooden sword.

Blood light suddenly bloomed from the wooden sword, shaking off a large piece of peach blossoms in the mountains, and also leaving a bloody color in everyone's eyes.

Kuzen closed his eyes, his hands trembled slightly, and he closed them again and muttered in a low voice.

The wooden sword suddenly came to life, trembling for three breaths, like a fish breaking free from its net, and immediately flew out.

"Back!"

Kuzen immediately threw out the Buddha beads in his hand, bound the wooden sword, and tied it back to his side, closing his eyes with his head closed, chanting words.

The people around were silent, and at this time they all looked straight at Kuzen, and their hearts were beating wildly.

Looking at the way it looked just now, this wooden sword may be regarded as an earth immortal weapon, and anyone who gets it can double its combat power. Wealth is moving, not to mention the thing in front of you.

Although Putuo Temple is one of the eighteen temples of Zen Buddhism, but now only Kuzen is in charge, Kuzen has spent such a degree of strength in order to forge immortal weapons, everyone rushed up, and he couldn't be killed?

Of course, these outlaws are not all idiots, they have been planning all this since they got the news, and now they are fifty percent sure that they have come. They have laid out many means, and they have already left a way out.

"Congratulations to Master Kuzen for forging an immortal sword!"

"Master Kuzen's methods are really up to the sky, and he deserves to be the pure sage of Putuo Temple!"

"Today's method of seeing the master is really very inspiring, and I feel that it is very beneficial! The master is unparalleled in sainthood, if it were someone else, it would be absolutely impossible for others to let others see such a miracle generously!"

......

Countless sincere and false words came, countless times more chaotic than the chant of thirty-six.

Kuzen slowly opened his eyes, but his face suddenly turned red, his left hand covered his chest, and a mouthful of blood spurted out. The thirty-six disciples behind him, Huo Ran, stood up, held him up, and shouted "Master".

A hint of discoloration flashed in everyone's eyes, and they secretly thought to themselves: "Can an immortal weapon be forged so easily? Even if this sword has been cultivated in the Divine Peach Forest for three thousand years, presumably Kuzen, you, an old bald donkey, have also suffered a lot of injuries! Now you are the only one left in Putuo Temple, and you are seriously injured, what else can support this temple?"

There is undoubtedly a good opportunity in front of us, as long as everyone rushes up, there is definitely a fifty percent certainty of killing Kuzen.

Kuchan waved his hand, held the string of Buddha beads, didn't care about wiping the blood from the corner of his mouth, and gasped: "Everyone, the old monk is injured now and can't receive you, so please take it." ”

A bald man walked out, folded his hands in front of Kuzen, and said, "The little monk is a wandering monk of the White Horse Temple, and he is quite proficient in medicine, can the master let the little monk take a look?"

Kuzen glanced at the man and said, "I'm tired." ”

The bald man looked fierce, but his voice was unexpectedly soft, and he was even more ragged, looking like an ascetic. He walked up to Kuzen, took out a bottle of pill from his arms, and said, "This is the Huiguang Pill, the master will take one pill first to stabilize the injury." ”

As soon as Kuzen stretched out his hand, the bald head violently crushed the jade bottle, reached out with his backhand, held Kuzen's hand, and then suddenly reached for the small wooden sword.

Everything happened in the light of light, and when Kuzen reacted, the bald head had already succeeded, and jumped out with a wooden sword.

Countless runes burned on the bald head's body, and there seemed to be countless immortal powers in front of him, and in no matter how long it took him to cross thousands of miles away, no one could catch up.

Everyone was rioting at this time, and there was suddenly a variety of mist on their bodies, covering the original spiritual pressure to prevent being recognized, and the spiritual weapon in their hands reflected a cold glow.

Kuzen clasped his hands together, whispered, and with a gesture of his hand, the wooden sword suddenly returned to his hand.

The bald head, which had just jumped from the ground, had been separated by this time, splashing a wall of blood. The teleportation talisman with its great power was also reduced to ashes and scattered to the ground.

"This is his natal sword?!"

Kuzen sneered and said, "Who said that Zen people can't use swords?!"

Everyone was shocked, and they already had a premonition that something was wrong.

"No! This old bald donkey deliberately designed to lure us in, that is, to kill us here! These old bald donkeys have always regarded themselves as benevolent, and it has always been their 'responsibility' to eradicate evil ways, and now is the time for them to do their best!"

In just an instant, the situation suddenly reversed!

All because they have the impression that those people in Zen Buddhism are either bare-handed or holding a wooden stick, how can they use a sword? Not to mention that this fairy sword has no owner, it is to resist anyone's submission, and it cannot be used by anyone in a short period of time.

If this immortal sword is Kuzen's natal sword, then no matter how weak he is, he can slaughter everyone!

Including the news that spread out at the beginning, as well as those who took the lead at the beginning, the emptiness of Putuo Temple, and the hands of Kuzen hypocrisy...... It's all a show, in order to eradicate all these outlaws!

Kuzen said, "My Buddha is compassionate, but I also have angry eyes. Today, I send you to meet the King of Jizo Bodhisattva!"

Is there still a way out? There is no way out at all! Only by working hard can it be possible to survive! In the panic, even if you can't kill Kuzen, you can escape from here with all the means you have prepared.

Just as these outlaws were about to burst out with their final roar, there was a sudden explosion behind them, followed by two screams, and the big red lacquer door flew over and smashed to the ground.

Kuzen's eyes couldn't help but narrow, and he looked outside. In these years, there are really not many people who have blatantly killed Zen Buddhism, let alone demolished the mountain gate.

The outlaws also thought that there was a terrible figure, and they looked back, but most of their minds were still on Kuzen. If someone comes to restrain Kuzen, then the hope of people fleeing for their lives will be greatly increased.

Huazhi Mengren strode in with a small disciple in one hand, looked at the little disciples who came around, snorted coldly, and threw the two out casually.

It's not a life-and-death hatred, not to mention that the master is unwilling to kill, it's because of the fierce flowers and branches that he didn't make a dead hand. If it had been in the past, he would have killed all these people who suddenly attacked him.

A group of young monks caught their fellow disciples, their eyes widened angrily, they shouted lowly, and rushed up one after another.

Hua Zhi screamed, and the cobweb-like cracks under his feet stretched outward, instantly shocking the more than ten disciples who surrounded him.

As one of the eighteen temples of Zen Buddhism, Putuo Temple can become one of its disciples, and its cultivation is naturally not weak. However, the main disciples are all protecting the Kuzen master in the big courtyard, and the rest of them are just the cultivation of the Divine Hidden Realm.

The human fairyland, in fact, can already run rampant in a domain.

The fierce man of Huazhi raised his head and looked at the people in the big courtyard, and shouted: "Dead bald donkey, don't you keep saying mercy, but why do you do it without saying anything when you see us?!"

A monk beside Kuzen suddenly stood up, turned over and crossed the crowd, and reprimanded: "Break into the mountain gate and hurt my fellow disciples, a murderer like you should be killed!"

Huazhi fiercely laughed angrily, his body fell, and Huo Ran slapped it.

"Dragon Fury!"

"Cover the Heavens!"

Bang!

Both of them controlled their power to the slightest extent, and there was no leakage, but only a breeze generated around them, and did not destroy large swathes of the building.

The fierce man and the monk each took twenty steps back before they stood still and looked at each other.

Everyone was shocked, they didn't expect that the little disciples of Putuo Temple had such strength, it seemed that even if Kuzen was really exhausted, their group might not be able to win the peachwood fairy sword.

At this time, Wang Shi also slowly walked in and looked towards the so-called large courtyard.

The curse mark on Hua Zhi's fierce man suddenly grew wildly, he sneered, took a step forward, his momentum skyrocketed, and said, "Little bald donkey, come again!"

The monk felt the amazing power, and his eyelids jumped. Through the guidance of the play, the flower branch fierce man has obtained an amazing inheritance, and if it takes time, he will also be the best in the human fairyland.

Kuzen's gaze crossed the crowd, looked at the fierce man of Huazhi, and said to the little disciple, "Bear with me, you are not his opponent. ”

"Master!" the monk named Shinobu cried out unwillingly, and had to step back.

Huazhi Fierce Man was not too presumptuous, he saw Wang Shi walk in, and retreated towards Wang Shi's side.

Everyone was slightly shocked in their hearts, who could be able to make such a strong figure his subordinate? How many such young characters are there in the entire Bazhou? Could it be the legendary big family?

However, this person is here to trouble Putuo Temple, so it is not a bad thing.

Kuzen looked at the little disciple who fell to the ground next to him and said, "True Enlightenment, what do you say is going on?"

The janitor monk who was thrown out by the fierce man of the flower branch had not yet fainted, he held his eyelids and said with difficulty: "Master...... They are...... Come and find ...... Big...... Wind...... Song ......"

Kuchan suddenly changed color, he stared at Wang Shi, his hair fluttered, and shouted: "All the disciples listen to the order, form the 'Ten Thousand Photovoltaic Demon Array', don't let these people escape!"

"Yes!"

With a shocking roar, the entire Rotten Keshan shook.