With the Buddha's vajra wrath, he forged a divine weapon.

The sword in Chen Xi's hand turned into a breathtaking color, red like flowing blood. And in the flowing red, there is also a blue gold faintly emerging. Chen Xi not only fused the Aoki Sword and the Tianquan Sword together, but also completely integrated the power of the killing character into the sword. At this time, the sword in Chen Xi's hand gathered the Kunlun Mountain Divine Tree, Li Lanfeng's coiling dragon, and the heavenly power of the Lin family's royal family, how could such a sword not make people fearful?

Chen Xi slowly pulled the sword out of the flames in the sky, and the tips of his fingers gently slid over the sword.

"This sword should be called Heavenly Killing. ”

After saying this, Chen Xi raised his head and looked at the fake yang photo that had already begun to retreat.

He pointed at the Buddha with his long sword: "Everything here is fake, the Buddha country is fake, the great monk is fake, even you, the Buddha, are fake." At first, I thought you were also forced to be helpless. To keep the 10,000-year-old foundation of Zen Buddhism, there is no difference between him and a person like Lin Jilin. People like you are hateful, but after all, you also have a guard in your heart. But there's only one attitude toward people like you, and you damn it!"

Chen Xi swept forward, and the powerful cultivation of the four grades of the cave treasure realm was fully displayed. Originally, Chen Xi was known for his speed, and after completely improving his cultivation realm, Chen Xi's speed was terrifying.

Fake Yang Zhao wanted to retreat, but Chen Xi's speed was too fast, and he could only fight.

With a wave of his hand, a white lotus in front of him immediately dissolved, and one petal had been broken before, and there were still eight petals left at this time. The eight-petal lotus flower turned, and all the fibers turned into a rain of light arrows and shot towards Chen Xi. The Heavenly Killing Sword in Chen Xi's hand swept horizontally, and an unparalleled golden sharp power immediately swept out. Jin Rui's power encountered those arrow-like fibers, like boiling soup and pouring snow. Where the power of Jin Rui passed, all the fibers were burned to ashes.

Fake Yang Zhao snorted, put his hands together and recited a Dharma number, and then kept sealing with both hands. The remaining eight white lotuses beside him immediately conjured into eight giants in white monk's robes, each of whom held a Zen magic weapon in their hands. These eight white-robed monks stopped Chen Xi at the same time, and the eight magic weapons shot at the same time. Among them are the demon pestle and purple gold bowl held by the previous false yangzhao.

"This thing is not yours, you don't deserve it!"

Chen Xi snorted coldly, and the Heavenly Killing Sword swept, and the all-encompassing power on the sword body cut off a white-robed monk. If the Buddha could have shared his strength a little more, perhaps the exercises performed by the false sun would not have been defeated so quickly. But at this time, the Buddha was involved in Lingmiao Treasure Mountain by the national teacher, and he didn't dare to be distracted. Originally, he created a killing Yang Zhao purpose, which was to get close to Chen Xi to observe Chen Xi and seize Chen Xi's Ten Thousand Tribulation Divine Body at the most opportune time.

The Buddha did not expect that the national teacher would find him so quickly. He didn't even expect that the Zenyin Temple, which he thought was impregnable, had already been dismantled from within. Perhaps his defeat was predestined many years ago when the old Buddha passed the position to him. But he didn't have a chance to change this result, if he had just joined forces with Dao Zun, the Holy King might not dare to really fight with them with all his might.

The Saint King's goal was still to return to the Divine Domain, so her focus was still on the offensive against the human race that was about to start soon, and it was impossible for her to expend too much strength in order to kill two human supreme cultivators.

There is a saying that you cannot live if you do your own evil.

The first white-robed monk was stopped and cut off by Chen Xi, Chen Xi reached out and snatched the purple gold bowl in his hand, and then threw it back casually. The purple gold bowl flew out, hovered over one of the stone pillars for a moment, and then slowly descended. The one who is bound there by chains on this stone pillar is the soul of the great monk Yangzhao. There are more than 100 stone pillars here, and the chains are all connected by the monks who died in battle.

It was also when he saw the souls of these high monks that Chen Xi understood why the Buddha did not make a move against the abyssal beast from beginning to end. He just sent some people into battle from time to time, and then of course these monks would die because they had no backup. Perhaps some of these monks were directly suppressed by the Buddha. The process by which the Buddha obtained his seat was not convincing, so there were not many people who opposed him in Zenyin Temple, and there were not few. Over the years, it is not surprising that the Buddha would destroy some of his opponents in order to secure his position.

The purple gold bowl fell at the feet of the great monk Yangzhao, emitting a soft light to protect the soul of the great monk Yangzhao.

Chen Xi killed the enemy forward while pointing back with his left hand. A powerful sealing power immediately enveloped the past, sealing all the souls of those great monks inside. The power of the seal turned into a defensive shield at this moment. At this time, the sea of fire was still in the sky, and for those souls, if they were burned by Chen Xi's black flame or the false sun's Vajra rage, there would be no chance of resurrection.

Chen Xi broke a white-robed monk with a sword, and the all-encompassing power on his sword made Fake Yang Zhao more and more afraid.

"What kind of exercise is this!"

The various Zen exercises of Fake Yang Zhao were broken by Chen Xi with one sword, no matter how mysterious and mysterious his exercises were, Chen Xi just broke them with one sword.

"The power of people. ”

Chen Xi looked directly into the eyes of the fake sun and said word by word: "You will never understand the power of man, because you never believe that talent is the master of this world, and you don't believe that talent is the master of the entire universe." ”

Defeat and retreat.

Fake Yang Zhao didn't expect the situation to turn out like this, he thought that he had paid enough attention to Chen Xi. With the power left by the Buddha, it is not a problem to suppress Chen Xi, who is a product of the cave and Tibetan realm. However, Chen Xi actually sealed his realm and hid it from everyone. Of course, Chen Xi did not deliberately deceive his friend, and this preparation was to cope with today's unpredictable situation.

There are too many variables in this world, and even if Chen Xi calculates the world, it is impossible to predict the future.

The Heavenly Killing Sword was broken, and any Zen practice was all washed into ashes in front of the sword. The kind of power on Chen Xi's long sword that he said belonged to people made Fake Yang Zhao more and more afraid. He had never seen such power in a human practitioner, even if he had lived long enough as a Buddha.

This kind of power is different from the cultivation power of all cultivators, and it is also different from that kind of divine power.

Human power?

False Yang Zhao roared as he retreated: "What is human power!"

At the same time, on the Lingmiao Treasure Mountain, the Buddha also shouted in unison: "What is the power of man!"

The national teacher, who had the advantage everywhere, was stunned for a moment, not understanding what the Buddha had suddenly gone crazy. He snorted coldly, and a dark power that could corrupt everything was released from his sleeves: "Human power, although I don't know why you asked this question all of a sudden, but before killing you, I don't mind giving you an answer, human power is the smallest and most humble power in this world." People always think that people are the masters of the world, but in fact they are the weakest. An ant can easily drag food that is twice or even several times heavier than itself. A desolate beast can survive for hundreds of years or even the year before without dying, these are their innate strength rather than later cultivation. ”

"What about people?"

The dark power of the national teacher has surrounded the Buddha, and the Buddha has no room to retreat in the bitter battle. The national teacher pressed forward step by step, and his eyes became more and more cold: "How small people are, it is exactly what people themselves dare not face." People always call weak things ants, but they don't know that ants are naturally stronger than people! The power of people in this world is the most meaningless, and if you want to become a real master, you must become a god and get the power of God!"

The Buddha spurted out a mouthful of blood, and his face turned pale: "You are wrong, you do not see the power of man. If you see it, you'll know how ridiculous your ideas are. ”

The national teacher's face turned cold: "I'm ridiculous? It's ridiculous that you guys who think you are extremely talented! You think that you are born with a better physique than others, so you can treat others as a joke? What can you do if you are talented, and you are not trampled under my feet one by one! If there is still a person on the Tianfu Continent who can become a god, it is me, not you people with good talent!"

The Buddha knew that he was bound to lose, as Chen Xi said in the Central Plains, if the Buddha only had a decisive heart to die before, it would not be easy for the national teacher to win him. But the Buddha didn't have this kind of mortal mind, he felt that he was ready for enlightenment. A person who is ready to lose is not wrong. The mistake is that he was prepared to lose in the decisive battle. Now that you're ready to lose, what's the point of fighting?

"You're really ridiculous. ”

The Buddha stopped, put his hands together.

"Without your brother Li Lanfeng, do you think you have everything you have now? Without his otherworldly physique, you are just an ordinary person, who died hundreds of years ago, and there is no difference between those ordinary people. After death, no one will notice, at most it is a piece of land as large as a meter to hold, and a layer of loess is piled on top. Do you think that everything you get now is due to your hard work? Without Li Lanfeng to change you, no matter how hard you try, you will just be a piece of garbage. ”

The national teacher was furious: "Shut up! I won, no matter what you say, you can't change this fact!"

The Buddha laughed, blood dripping from the corners of his mouth: "It's useless to say that you have strong talent, I said that you rely on other people's talents to get to where you are today." And then you say you won, it doesn't matter if you are talented or not, you are really inferior. Even if you keep winning, you can't change the inferiority complex. I'm thinking, even if you surpass Li Lanfeng, as long as you think of this name, you will be afraid in your heart, and you will feel inferior, right? ”

The national teacher snorted coldly: "What's the point of you even if you have the advantage of speaking, it won't be long before you will become a dried corpse, and you won't even have a tomb as big as a meter in radius." ”

The Buddha smiled more calmly, and then said something that made the national teacher inexplicable. The Buddha said, "Leave you some, there are my memories there, the memories you can use." ”

At this time, the land of the Central Plains.

The eight white-robed monks who had been conjured by the false yang zhao with the white lotus had already been killed by Chen Xi, and there was still one left to support them. The demon slaying pestle in the hands of the white-robed monk was dragged over by Chen Xi, and then Chen Xi stepped on the white-robed monk's face, and the Heavenly Killing Sword in his hand stabbed downward, piercing the white-robed monk with a pop. The white-robed monk turned into countless fragments and disappeared.

"Stop!"

Fake Yang Zhao suddenly shouted, then sat down cross-legged and folded his hands and said: "I lost, not only here, but also on Lingmiao Treasure Mountain, although I know that the gap between you and the national teacher is too big, you can't stop him." But I don't seem to be able to see anyone else now, don't fight anymore, I will return the things that shine to him, and you can keep my things as a hope, maybe one day you will really use it. ”

"Chen Xi, you remember today, today the Buddha is dead, Daozun is dead, and the national teacher is about to succeed. Regardless of whether the Holy King succeeds or the Nine Heavens succeed, the Tianfu Continent will enter the night, and those who are still alive in a dark night that will last for a long time will rely on their own efforts to desperately find the light. I hope that what I leave behind will become a torch in your hands. ”