In the face of the two major protectors of the attack, Song Xuanxuan's heavy sword smashed out, and the heavens and the earth seemed to be smashed at this moment, only to hear the sound of Kacha Kacha cracking constantly sounding.

Then, the two remaining Dharma Protector Vajra were like broken mirrors, and they burst into a rain of blood.

The Xuantie heavy sword, which has been refined by Song Xuan for many years, has long become a magic sword, and at this moment, a sword is smashed out, and the power is terrifying to the extreme.

Killing the two major martial arts masters in one move, Song Xuan stepped into the air, like a cyan thunderbolt suddenly slashed, and then raised his hand to grab it, the void seemed to be scratched, directly tearing Wu's body protection true qi, piercing his chest.

"Uhhh~~"

Wu Wu looked down at the wound on his chest, and turned around with difficulty to look behind him.

But in the extremely vast Zen temple, there are corpses everywhere, and most of the corpses are incomplete, and the death is extremely miserable, from the presiding officer to the ordinary monks, almost no one survives.

"It's over!"

He sighed, sat cross-legged on the ground, folded his hands and proclaimed the Buddha's name again, "Amitabha, the hundred-year-old holy land is ruined in one fell swoop, sin, sin!" ”

I don't know if it's Song Xuan, or these monks in their Zen monastery.

But this doesn't matter anymore, there is nothing to say, people have lost their vitality, and they are completely seated!

Song Xuan flew down from mid-air, staring at the hundreds of corpses, his expression sad and joyless.

Since you have made a feud, you naturally have to kill them all, otherwise do you think it is a child playing with the house?

After the killing, Song Xuan did not leave, but began his favorite link, touching the corpse.

After a while, he shook his head, a little pity.

These monks did not carry any good things with them, except for the headless corpse of the empty host, and found a scroll of scriptures wrapped in silk.

The title of this book is the Great Day Nyorai Sutra.

Song Xuan observed for a while, and he could roughly determine that this was a Buddhist practice for cultivating spiritual power, and he could visualize the great day to improve his spiritual thoughts.

The last page of the sutra records a powerful secret method - Shut up meditation!

According to the records in this scripture, if you can practice Closed-mouth Zen to the extreme, follow the law, and change the heaven and earth according to your own mind, you can compete with the immortal Buddha, which is simply outrageous.

Song Xuan happily put away this scripture, although he does not practice Buddhism, but it always does not hurt to know more knowledge, especially for the cultivation of spiritual power, there are also references.

After touching the corpse, Song Xuan walked strode towards the Scripture Pavilion of the Pure Nian Zen Temple.

This time, no one stopped him anymore, he could watch whatever he wanted, and those who had opinions had already laid down.

......

A few days later, Song Xuan read all the scriptures that were useful to him in the Scripture Pavilion, and then began to wander around in this huge Zen courtyard.

The temple is very large, and in his field of vision, the main buildings in the temple are arranged on the central axis facing the temple gate, with a huge bronze hall as the center of the temple, and the scale is complete and uniform.

Except for the bronze hall, all the buildings are covered with three-color glazed tiles, the color is as new, especially the peacock blue in the three-color is the most dazzling, you can imagine what a brilliant scene it will be under the sun.

In front of the bronze hall, is a white stone paved square, around the square, covered with all kinds of Bodhisattva, Arhat statues, if in the past, every morning, the white stone square, there will be the sound of chanting throughout the temple.

And now, in this huge Zen courtyard, there is no sound, there is neither incense nor the sound of chanting, like a pool of stagnant water, dead silence.

The Heshi bi that Song Xuan was looking for was placed in the huge bronze hall behind the White Jade Square, which was a pure white and flawless jade seal that was quietly placed on it.

The jade seal is engraved with a picture of five dragons intertwined, and the craftsmanship is ingenious, but a corner is missing, which is filled by gold.

Song Xuan observed for a moment, gently stretched out his finger, and touched the jade seal made of He's bi.

In an instant, a cold force was suddenly transmitted from the jade seal and submerged into his body.

This cold power is extremely strong, even an ordinary Grandmaster powerhouse may not be able to dissolve it in a short time.

However, for Song Xuan, this was not a problem, the five elements of the sword yuan in the dantian echoed and constantly changed, and the yin and yang attributes suddenly changed, instantly devouring and absorbing the cold qi that came from the He's bi.

And after devouring this cold aura, Song Xuan felt that his spirit was for a while, and his spiritual power had a slight increase.

"It's a good baby!"

Song Xuan's face was overjoyed, he found a box and put the jade seal in it, and then put his back behind him, and prepared to leave to find a suitable retreat place to refine and absorb the power in this jade seal.

In this shabby place, there are too many masters who have died, and there will be no one for a while, but after a long time, sooner or later it will be known to the outside world.

He was not afraid of anyone in this world, but he also didn't want to be disturbed by others while cultivating.

It's just that the moment he walked out of the bronze hall, the world outside seemed to be gloomy in his senses.

On the four corners of the square, there are monks standing, all of them look very old, the folds on their faces are extremely clear, and the drooping old posture seems to be possible to sit down at any time.

"You are the four holy monks who were still talking before they died, right?" Song Xuan stepped into the void and quietly looked at a few people.

"Poor monk Jiaxiang!"

"Poor Monk Wisdom!"

"Poor Monk Emperor's Heart!"

"Poor monk Taoism!"

The four holy monks clasped their hands together and bowed slightly to Song Xuan, "I've seen the Demon Emperor!" ”

Song Xuan also gave a rare fist salute and said, "Song Xuan, I've seen you!" ”

He doesn't know if these people are the great grandmasters, but what can be determined is that don't look at these old monks who look like they are going to die at any time, but in fact, he can clearly sense that there is an extremely terrifying power in these people's bodies.

That power far surpassed the so-called peak grandmasters such as Kong, Wu, and so on!

Even if a few people are not great grandmasters, at least they have touched the existence of the threshold of great grandmasters, and they have initially gained some of the prestige of great grandmasters.

"The donor puts down the jade seal, and then kills himself!" After a simple salute, the holy monk Jiaxiang took the lead in speaking, "In this way, you can eliminate the sin of the Demon Emperor!" ”

"What is the sin of this seat?"

The wise holy monk spoke: "Killing hundreds of disciples of my Buddhism, taking away my supreme scriptures and Buddha treasures, isn't this a heinous sin?" ”

"Not really!"

Song Xuan laughed and said: "These demon monks have controlled the general trend of the world, causing continuous wars and disputes in the Central Plains, killing hundreds of people, this sin, is it a big crime?"

This seat kills the demon monk, destroys the demon nest, and returns the world to Lang Lang, not only is he not guilty, but he also has great merit! I don't know how many holy monks think so? ”