At this time, Jian Chuan confined those enemies one by one in the sword world created by his own family. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

The Sword World is a small world created by Jian Chuan independently, which is evolved from the Sword Domain that was first created by it, and it is extremely powerful and varied, which is really amazing. At this time, the power of the Fighting Sword City fell into the trap of Jianchuan one by one, and they were shocked and angry one by one. In particular, his group saw a cloud-like sword mountain towering in the center of the space, seemingly boundless, and it was impossible to know its height or width. The stars in the surrounding sky are all in the form of holy swords, and even in the wind, there is also the morality of sharp swords. The eyes are full of a world of swordsmanship, and there is no trace of sword intent. Even the infinite things in the dark blue world are also transformed by the artistic conception of the sword, everything is composed of small swords like fine dust, the mountain and the sea, the river and the lake, the trees and the flowers, and even the monster and the character······ Everything is made up of small swords that are so subtle that they are elusive, and that is the world of a sword, a world of living swords!

"Ah, this is not an illusion, it's a real world!

"The bald man of the Banshan Temple, do you remember a certain family?"

The sword mountain in the center of the sword world suddenly made a deafening sound, which seemed to be somewhat familiar, but the abbot of the Banshan Temple, the great monk, just couldn't remember, when did this cultivation become familiar?

After that, Jianchuan interrogated those so-called great powers one by one, and punished them one by one, especially after rounds of interrogation, when the new round came to the great living Buddha of the Banshan Temple, that guy still looked like he was in his chest!

"Bald, what are your last words?"

"Hmph, boy, you will die for the old man!"

A Buddhist Demon Slaying Sword in the hand of that guy fell straight down, and everyone watched as the sword was cut down, but it was directly slashed into the void! The void was actually torn apart by its shattering. The great monk of the abbot of the Banshan Temple is unparalleled in his bravery, and he actually succeeds in a move, but he is laughing out loud, praising the old monk who is really in the Arhat realm, and the mana is amazing!

But the old monk's face suddenly changed greatly, and Meng Keli felt a pain in his head, and when he came to consciousness again, the bare head on his neck had fallen into the dust, and only a warm blood gushed out from the headless neck, shooting straight and scattering all around. This was not enough, because his blood suddenly turned into a tiny bright red blood sword and fell into the dust, this scene directly shocked the dozens of people in the Sword Fighting City.

"Hahaha, the helmsman of all families, take my life? I was a person who was slaughtered by you and died a lifetime of youth, why are you afraid of waiting for a second time? But before you can figure it out, Lao Tzu will charge some interest first. ”

In other words, in the eyes of the bigwigs of the gates, the blood sword made of the bald blood of the Banshan Temple that fell into the dust and its skull bones shattered and turned into flesh-colored swords that suddenly flew up, surrounding the bigwigs of the Fighting Sword City, and then the flying sword attacked, and more than a dozen of those bigwigs had already turned into the first batch of unjust souls of the human race after the formation of this sword world.

It's not that they haven't resisted, but in fact, it's the first place in the world where their sword world is destroyed, and even without how to control it by Jian Chuan, the automatically generated sword world is already standing at a very high level, treating everything as a lackey.

"You said that you were the Jianchuan who was exterminated by the Great and Small Gate Lords of Sword City five hundred years ago and a group of people, but what evidence is there?"

"Do I need proof? Hahaha, I don't need proof! My words are proof themselves!"

Jian Chuan shouted proudly.

"You······ What is it?"

Some of those cultivators rebuked.

"I am ---- the creator of this sword world in which you live! In this sword world, I am a god! I control everything, including your life and death!"

"Ahh

Suddenly, a few small sect leaders let go of their voices and self-esteem, and howled loudly and begged to be spared.

"Hmph, don't act like this! Back then, you volunteered to kill me, but it was like a dead father and brother, and you wanted to crush my bones and ashes. At that time, it was the time when the families were closest to good, but you didn't choose good! Now that the big mistake has been made, do you still have to pretend that nothing happened?

"You are not the way of heaven, why should you condemn us to death?"

"The way of heaven is also the cause and effect of rewarding good and punishing evil by the hands of others! Now I am this person!"

"Hmph, this is your family's words, can you prove that you are the chosen choice of Heaven?"

"Hahaha, how can you prove that I am not chosen by the Heavenly Dao? Besides, isn't it my final say now? As for the Heavenly Dao, he is already on my side. Because the superior side is on me, not waiting!"

"You! you······ Scoundrel!"

"Hahaha, I originally wanted to make some hypocrisy before you die, so as to soothe your fragile heart, so that you can make you blind! But you can't do it!

After Jian Chuan laughed, he suddenly shouted:

"Heavenly Punishment!"

That shout was like a call from the Nine Shadows, and the bigwigs of all the families were nervous for a while, and suddenly, almost at the same time, the eyes of all the cultivators showed the same look of shock and horror!

One by one, they finally turned into tiny blood swords and slowly drifted away!

"Or is he really the incarnation of the Heavenly Dao!, otherwise, how could there be such an anti-Heavenly Dao technique, and actually ignore the magic and Dao rules of cultivators at the peak of our cultivation realm, and all the flesh and bones of his body and bones will be turned into flying swords and dissipated?"

This is the sigh of those men when they finally die!

The enemy has died, Jian Chuan was suddenly stunned, his heart actually did not have the joy and satisfaction of the time when the great revenge was avenged, there was only boundless confusion and doubt!

"Brother, the slave family has called you several times! What's the matter? Why do you ignore them?"

"Oh, ah, what?"

"I said you got revenge, what should you do next?"

"This······ I don't know. ”

"You don't know, brother, are you stupid? How can you not know what you should do?"

"So what do you think I'm supposed to do?"

"What should you ······ The ······ Ahem, ahem, how do I know what you're supposed to do? But you can think about it! For example, traveling around the mainland, fighting grievances, helping the world and saving people, or whatever!"

Hehehe, senior sister, in this world, cultivators like me don't harm others, the world should burn high incense, where is there any reason to help the world and save people?"

"Brother, there are big and small ways to save people! Saving people is a small rescue, and saving the people of the world is a great rescue! Now that the general trend of the righteous path is falling, it is the time of great salvation! Brother should secretly observe the general trend of the Heavenly Dao, grasp the changes in fortune, make good use of the rules of cause and effect, plan and then act, and eventually rebuild the Heavenly Dao, appease the fortune of the world, and save the lives of the people in the world!"

"What are you talking about without a head or tail? What are the fortunes of the world, the rules of cause and effect? What do you know? Don't talk nonsense! Gather the formation! Go to the Banshan Temple to find that old guy's bad luck!"

The first great master of the precept hall of the former little novice in the Banshan Temple was meditating, and suddenly opened his eyes in shock, and said to a monk beside him:

"Senior Brother Enlightenment, let's go to the Soul Lantern Hall to take a look, which master has passed away?"

Where did Wudao dare to call himself a senior brother, he just responded to the call and went out to do things.

"Yes, Senior Brother Shouzao. ”

After a while, the senior brother under the command of the Grand Master of the Discipline Hall galloped over and said to the little novice back then:

"First senior brother, it's not a good thing! My old man in charge of Banshan Temple and more than a dozen bigwigs under his command have all died!"

"Ahhh Inform the Great Living Buddha and ask him for advice!"

"Yes!"

About half a day has passed, and all the cultivators in the entire Banshan Temple have insight into this secret, and everyone knows that its abbot, the great monk, and others have all died!

In the main hall of the precept hall, nearly more than 100 middle-level monks and officials from the top and bottom of the Banshan Temple all stood under the high hall. Several monks quietly greeted each other.

"Hey, Monk Se, what do you think of the future of my mountain gate?"

"Is there a future for Banshan Temple?"

The great monk, nicknamed the color monk, replied coldly.

"What are these words? My family's Banshan Temple is also considered a big faction in the border area, why doesn't it have a future?"

"Don't you think about what I've done in the Banshan Temple over the years! What tricks can't those high-level people do for cultivation? Have they done less to rob and rob the Ming? Where is there still half a point left of the supreme virtue of Buddhism? If I were to be in the Heavenly Dao, I would also send down a divine thunder and burn these temples to the ground!"

"Shhhh

"Yes. ”

After a while, the high-level of the temple arrived at the precept hall under the guidance of the little novice of the year, and after a high seat, the first seat of the precept hall glanced at all the great monks present, and then faced a short old monk who was sitting quietly on the central high seat, and there seemed to be an interrogation on his face, and when the old monk nodded slightly, the first seat of the precept hall said loudly:

"Presumably, the big guys already know that my Banshan Temple has suffered a catastrophe! The high-level members of the temple originally went to Shenlong Valley to explore the secrets, but unfortunately the soul did not return. There are a lot of things in the temple, and there must be someone in charge. Today, the old ancestor and all the great monks discussed together, and elected the first seat of the precept hall, that is, the position of the poor monk temporarily presiding over it, to manage everything and seek benefits for the temple, to investigate the murderer and avenge the great virtues of all families······!

The big guy listened to a lot of his ramblings, but except for a few high-ranking monks who were unwilling to lose power, the rest just made a few complaints.

About the first seat of the precept hall after a confession, the thin old man from the Great Buddha Temple, the big monk, also stood up to express his position, and when he really said it, he suddenly interrupted his words with a hum, and he didn't care about his might.

"What are you talking about, old bald man? You are just a few scum who have died, what revenge do you have?"

"Who's it, get out!"

"Ahh

While laughing and scolding angrily, a cultivator slowly emerged from the void. Ordinary appearance, dressed in cloth, just such a station, but it seems to be a towering mountain, which is indescribably expensive!

"Who are you?"

The little novice stood up and scolded loudly.

"It's just a little novice, and Ann dares to treat me in such a tone?"

Lai Xiu glanced at the bald man, and then scolded coldly.

"Hmph, if it's a guest, we'll wait for the guests to pay respect!

"Good, good, well said!"

The monks under the hall applauded loudly.

"What a fart! I am sorry that Lao Tzu came today to find the bad luck of this old bald man, if you are looking for the bad luck of a temple, where will you still live!"

"Don't be ashamed!"

"Hehehe, really! But old bald man, do you know what I mean by coming here?"

"That little thief, looking for death?"

"Ahh

"Hmph, kill!"

The old monk suddenly got up and blasted at Laixiu with a punch, but Nalaixiu brushed it away with a random palm, and simply resolved his one-hit killing move.

"Who the hell are you?"

The old monk finally woke up and nervously asked the right person to repair.

"A certain Jianchuan also. It was five hundred years ago that he broke up his body and abandoned the small Xiujian River like the Yin Si Cliff!"

"Five hundred years ago? Ah, who were you? But how could it be? Aren't you dead?"

"That's right, it's alive!"

"Resurrection? No, no, no! Impossible! Where is the possibility of losing life and resurrecting again? You are a liar!"

"Hehehe, deceitful? maybe! But you should put it in the urn!"

Jian Chuan roared, and the golden light shone in front of the Buddhist monks for a while, and then the big guys were surprised to find that the old ancestor in their eyes suddenly disappeared!

"What's going on?

"Hmph, isn't this clear!

"Killing? Nonsense, the old ancestor's cultivation has already been perfect, and he has reached the pinnacle of Mahayana! Where in this world will there be a cultivator who will see him kill?"

"But it's gone, if it's not a kill, please give a reason!"

"In my opinion, the old ancestor is gone, but he doesn't seem to have thought of doing anything to me and other lowly cultivators. ”

"But······ Whoever goes to make friends with it, can help me, and if I get my life, I can take it!"

"Is there really no one who dares to go and try to expel him!"

Finally, a cultivator opened Chrysostom and was ready to do something.