"Invite the Heavenly Palace, the evil sect, survive for 10,000 years, should have been extinct, keep you, but my Buddhism is compassionate, the heart is like a void, everything is tolerated, now the war of all races has just passed, the sun and the moon have changed the heaven and earth, it is the time when the Buddha's light shines on the heaven and the earth, you should put down the butcher's knife and enter the Buddha to take refuge."

Among the three saints, a long-bearded old man clasped his palms together and his face was full of compassion.

Judging from the tone, he is a very decent person.

Facing the coercion, the Zhenyuan fairy stood up with difficulty, and smiled miserably: "Master Puqing, why bother with such duplicity, you are practicing Buddhism, do you really have a Buddha in your heart?" Invite the Heavenly Temple to build 11,300 years, when the entire Putuo South China Sea was covered 190,000 miles, these years step by step by the eight sects of Buddhism into the world to eat, but there is only one island left.

The spiritual veins have long been taken away, and the medicine field and Wuyun Mountain have also been deprived, and the disciples I invited to the heavens have gone from 30,000 to more than 500 now, isn't it enough?

Miss Invite Heaven, I invited Furui to the Heavenly Temple, and she was also ......"

"The true yuan fairy doesn't need to be skillful."

Master Na Puqing interrupted, sighed and said, "Isn't this the luck of the Heavenly Invitation Hall exhausted?" The old man doesn't hide it from you, this hall has been favored by my Buddhist nobles, when the practice field, if you leave, it will be enough, stubborn, and you must not kill! ”

The True Yuan Fairy wiped the blood stains from the corners of his mouth: "Did the master kill less?" ”

Master Na Puqing's face was ugly, and he said, "It's okay! That's it! Heaven has the virtue of a good life! If you can stop the old man's purple gold bowl, you will be left with a way to live! ”

Stretch out your palm and tap it hard.

A purple Buddha Gate Spirit Treasure Bowl with golden light fell from the sky, shooting down millions of catties of huge force, intertwined with the majestic golden light of the Buddha Gate Holy Pattern.

The true yuan fairy had a depressed face, pinched the trick with his right hand, the treasure knife on his waist was wrapped in the brilliant true qi, and the seven exquisite sword patterns were blessed, and he ran towards the bowl.

There was a roar of "buzz".

There were more cracks in front of the main hall, and the True Yuan Fairy was only in the human saint realm, and he didn't cultivate divine power, so he couldn't help but spit blood again, and the treasure knife in the air was also slowly pressed down by the bowl.

Her back gradually stiffened, and her eyes were bloodshot.

"Master!"

A group of disciples behind him angrily reprimanded and stepped forward, but they couldn't touch the fight among the saints.

"If my ancestor returns, Buddhism is afraid that it will not be able to be peaceful......"

The True Yuan Fairy couldn't hold on anymore, his head was buzzing, and his heart was full of hatred, and he didn't vomit or be unhappy when he said this.

"Hahaha, your ancestor, you don't really think ...... Belch! ”

Master Na Puqing looked up to the sky and laughed, and the compassion of the Buddhist disciples was gone, but he was halfway through the laughter and stopped.

I saw a person standing behind the True Yuan Fairy, a young man, I don't know when he appeared, I don't know why he appeared, I can't see the slightest cultivation, standing alone beside the True Yuan Fairy, completely unafraid of the fight among the saints.

Xin Zhuo silently looked at the scene around him, what happened to him, if he came late for a while, would the inheritance of the Tiger Saint King really be gone?

He stretched out a finger and pressed it on the back of the True Yuan Fairy.

The true yuan fairy also noticed him, but he was fighting with Puqing, he couldn't distinguish carefully, and he was also curious in his heart, and at this moment he saw the other party pressed on his back, and thought that he was a master of the eight sects of Buddhism, and he couldn't help despairing in his heart, who expected that he only felt a strange power, entered the Danhai, and then from the Danhai to the limbs and bones, and then gave birth to an infinite force in the body.

"Boom-"

The Sky Treasure Knife emitted a nine-colored glow and swung violently.

The bowl was split in an instant, and Master Puqing, who was extremely powerful, spurted out a mouthful of blood and flew upside down on his back.

"Senior brother!"

The two human saint masters behind him were startled, and each waved their palms to bless Puqing.

Unexpectedly, the nine-colored true qi swayed again, and the three of them snorted miserably together, flew far away, smashed a mountain peak, and planted it into the sea with the messy gravel, rolling up hundreds of waves, and disappeared.

There was silence all around.

Xin Zhuo let go of his hand, as if he had done nothing, and turned around and walked towards the Inviting Heaven Palace.

In the distance, the hidden dragon leaped in and followed.

"This ......"

The True Yuan Fairy took the treasure knife, and the strength in his body suddenly retreated, becoming extremely weak, and he couldn't help but set off a storm in his heart, and suddenly looked back.

only to find that a group of disciples were also stunned.

A female disciple said stupidly, "Is this person an ancestor? ”

This kind of understatement, like beating a child, defeated three saints who have guarded the South China Sea for countless years, is really unheard of.

The true yuan fairy shook his head, and walked to the main hall with difficulty, his face was in a trance, Buddhism has been flourishing for countless thousands of years, crisscrossing the heavens and the earth in the domain, who dares to go against Buddhism?

What kind of cultivation was that young man?

……

In the Invitation to Heaven Palace, it is very empty, the decorations are all glowing with ancient purple, all of which have been pulped, and the sandalwood is curling, with a bit of antiquity.

The main hall is a huge statue, with a sword in one hand, proud of the world, vaguely having the appearance of a tiger as a holy king.

Xin Zhuo respectfully put on the incense, even if this Tiger Saint King was not the remnant soul of Mochizuki Well, he would be of great help to himself.

"Brother Xian, tell you that you don't have to do it, this world is chaotic, fighting everywhere, and the power of Buddhism is so huge that it is unparalleled, why provoke them?"

Hidden Dragon said with a little complaint.

Xin Zhuo hesitated for a moment, shook his head and said, "What can be done to be entrusted by people and be loyal to people?" You can see it too, I didn't do it at all! ”

"Pop ......"

There was a sound of footsteps behind him.

The True Yuan Fairy walked in with difficulty with a group of blood-stained disciples, and paid their respects one after another.

"The juniors invite the current hall master of the Heavenly Palace, dare to ask the two seniors ......"

True Yuan Fairy was full of doubts, from outside the hall to inside the hall in this short time, she thought of countless possibilities, but she didn't think of who this was.

Xin Zhuo sat down on the futon under the statue and said, "I came at the request of the tiger!" ”

The True Yuan Fairy and a group of disciples were shocked, and then their faces were overjoyed, and they hurriedly knelt down: "Dare to ask the seniors, where is the ancestor?" When will you return? ”

Xin Zhuo pondered for a moment and decided to tell a lie, this Inviting Heaven Temple was full of bitterness from the beginning of its establishment, so why dispel their hopes, and said: "He is in other realms, retreating and cultivating, and it may take many years before he returns!" ”

When the True Yuan Fairy finally heard the news of the ancestor, he couldn't help but be overjoyed, and bowed to the ground respectfully, tears streaming down his face.

Xin Zhuo glanced around and asked, "Where is Miss Invite Tian?" ”

True Yuan Fairy's face was instantly bloodless.

……

Master Puqing was drenched, staggering down the winding stairs of a mountain island, his old face full of palpitations.

He also carried a rope on his shoulder, and dragged two seriously injured and unconscious juniors behind him.

The martial artists of the world, if they don't enter the holy realm, they are all ants, he has already entered the holy realm, but he still feels the illusion of ants.

He is known for his strength in his life, he is born with divine power, and he cultivates the Buddha Sect Vajra Bodhi Divine Skill, which is to compete with the idle great sage masters, and it is not far behind, why is that person obviously in the first realm of the great sage, but he is ten times more powerful!

Who is that man? Monster!!

Finally arrived at the mountain gate of Jianren Buddhism, and you could already see the huge majestic, hazy memorial arch, and a group of mountain guards under the memorial arch.

"Quickly treat your uncle and ancestor!"

He commanded, flew with difficulty, went straight to the middle of hundreds of palaces and Buddha halls on the island, and finally landed in a remote and elegant single courtyard, and hurriedly entered the main hall door, only to see seven or eight people sitting inside, all of them were young men and women, all of them were vague, like wild beasts.

"Master Puqing, that small sect, don't you want to give up? But a mere saint, how can he look like this? ”

A woman asked in surprise.

"Seniors of Chaoji Mountain, the juniors have encountered a strange thing...... Master Puqing sighed lightly and said what had just happened.

Seven or eight men and women couldn't help but turn cold.

One of them, a brocade-clothed, white-haired young man, was originally sipping tea with the old god, but Master Puqing entered, and his eyelids did not lift, but at this moment, he suddenly raised his head, and his eyes showed a trace of corpse and blood: "That person looks like a young man?" Born very handsome? Cheeks have a pair of dimples? ”

Master Puqing was stunned for a moment: "Back to Jiang's predecessors, the old man didn't see if he had dimples, but he did look like a teenager!" ”

The young man had already stood up: "Nine-colored glow? ”

Master Puqing frowned: "Yes!" ”

The young man looked directly out of the door: "Jiang Yuqing!" ”

Everyone around him looked at him: "What does Brother Jiang mean?" Do you know this person? ”

Jiang Benchu sneered: "My cousin! I didn't expect him to be here! ”

A woman said with a smile: "Even if it's this family, that's easy to do, I'll wait to go and ask for that Dharma field, and I won't be involved in this domain dispute, so I'll wait there for the Great Altar of the True Martial Sect to open!" ”

Jiang Benchu was silent, and suddenly crushed a talisman.

Carvin is in pain and can't write to the point!

(End of chapter)