After the abbot's death, there was a cry of sorrow on the mountain peak, and those disciples who could not see the scene below the clouds knew what was happening when they heard those shouts.

They didn't want to believe it, because the prestige of Kongwu in the Lingkong Temple was extremely high, and they had never seen him oppress people because of his identity as the abbot, and the profundity of the Buddha of Kongwu was praised by everyone, and the realm was the only one that most people had only seen for many years, how could such a character die?

Therefore, for many people, this matter is better than the death of a loved one.

Xuan Li was also shocked by this scene, his heart was beating violently, his eyes kept moving on Li Chen and Kongwu's corpse, he knew the whole story of the matter, and he had thought about dissuading Kongwu, so at this moment, in addition to sadness, there was also the doubt that he couldn't distinguish between right and wrong.

Li Chen heard these voices, his gaze also fell on the empty place and couldn't take it off for a long time, of course he didn't regret and regret, he just thought to himself, for these disciples, and even for Lingkong Temple, he was an excellent abbot, but for himself, he was the enemy who went back on his word and even wanted him to die.

Looking back now, I'm afraid that the contract he signed when he deceived himself when he came to the Lingkong Temple was also boring, otherwise he wouldn't have done this.

In such a mournful atmosphere, the clouds that held up the mountains with chains finally stopped, and one after another appeared from them, falling on the mountain like dumplings.

How many disciples there are on the mountain, how many gods will land at this moment.

Therefore, from this moment on, no matter how high or low the realm is, no matter who is in the door, there is a big battle that opens.

These gods and generals who fought with them were like unified goods coming down from the assembly line, even the porcelain burned by mortal dust was never so similar, their strength must be the limit of the realm where they were located, and this limit was beyond the imagination of ordinary people.

Li Chen and Xuan Li's opponents are similar, this is because the two of them have the same realm.

When Li Chen noticed this, he immediately thought to himself: Could it be that all the murderous disasters throughout the ages are actually the same opponents? This situation is like some kind of trial and test of the inheritance of the secret realm, like an extremely fine sieve finally sifting out those characters who are extremely fine.

Of course, this thought only flashed in his heart, because it was not easy for him to face the heavenly general in front of him.

Speaking of which, these Heavenly Dao incarnations don't have any special secret methods, but every time they make a move, they seem to be able to cause a kind of suppression to ordinary people, and this suppression can't even be completely avoided by Li Chen, let alone others.

Some people have been pierced through their chests by the long halberd of the gods, and their flesh and blood are splashed, and some people resist with the Buddha seal, this secret technique is generated by the belief in sentient beings and the Buddha in the Buddha's teachings, and it is the strongest means for many Buddha cultivators, but at this moment the Buddha seal is as fragile as paper paste, shattering into an indiscernible amount of brilliance under the halberd, and finally fading until it disappears completely.

Until his death, an elder's heart was puzzled, he had cultivated Buddha all his life, and he had never wavered in his belief in the world-honored one, why couldn't the Buddha seal resist half a point? At the last moment of his life, he began to doubt the correctness of the matter of cultivating Buddhism.

There are disciples who forget their worries or even lower realms and cry out before they die, "Abbot! ”

They all saw the death of their abbot Kong Wu not long ago, the most respected person they had seen in their lives, and they saw him die because of the Lingkong Temple, and he was the only person they could think of in the end.

In those crowds hundreds of miles away, someone's pupils pierced into the mountains above the clouds like a passage for a bullfight.

As far as the eye could see, there was only a spurt of countless blood, and even dyed the clouds red.

There was a constant interweaving of lightning in the clouds, and the light flickered and reflected those blood mist like wandering red spots of dust, and these spots of light spread all over the thick clouds, like cloth soaked from the inside out in a radius of dozens of miles.

How many people's blood can stain such a piece of silk red, let alone a thick cloud?

There was a commotion outside the crowd, and a figure appeared on the periphery of the Heavenly Tribulation, and someone looked at it and exclaimed, "It's the sect master of the first sect!" ”

Li Changxin just glanced at the clouds, and saw one of them, "Sure enough, it's him." ”

He only came for Li Chen this time, he didn't believe that the murderous catastrophe would happen twice in such a short period of time, and the only explanation was that Li Chen was here.

Sure enough, it was worth the trip.

In the distance, there is a monk from Danshan coming, it is the Arhat of Danshan that he talked about in front of the Bodhisattva, he is not from the Lingkong Temple, but as a person in Buddhism, this moment is just a sigh.

In addition, there are people who come into the air, and their bodies are wrapped around the river like a ribbon, and there are countless treasures or puppet clones in the river, and they are also strong men above the Seven Realms.

As they all stood here, their faces changing colors in the reflection of their supernatural light.

Looking at it from afar, the thunder that constantly exploded, the ripples of the collision of supernatural powers, the corpses falling from the mountain peaks, and the Buddha star light that constantly dissipated and regenerated in mid-air were extremely beautiful fireworks.

It is the collision of manpower and heaven, and it is the wind and snow in the poet's mouth.

This holy place that everyone flocked to in the heyday, how many people could not enter the temple with all their efforts and resources, not long ago, it was shocked to Li Chen's first temple of Buddhism because of its ingenuity, and this moment was like a fireworks festival that opened the troubled times.