In front of the pavilion,

Dugu's clenched fingers loosened slightly, and the grass mustard galloped towards the long street like a match, without the vision of heaven and earth, nor the majestic momentum of the two swords, but it forcibly condensed and squeezed the sword intent around the body between those square inches, and at this time, the sword intent on the grass mustard alone was better than the world's famous swords.

The old monk looked at the flying mustard in horror.

However, the distance of more than fifty zhang can be described as fleeting, and the whole body has been locked by that sword qi, so it is too late for the old monk to hide.

At the moment, I can't care about anything else, the vajra in my hand suddenly studied, there were waves of light under my feet, spreading on the broken bluestone, faintly forming a small enchantment of Buddhism, sitting on the ground like an old tree taking root, my free hands pushed up, and the pure true qi of the whole body gushed out along the palm, condensing into a cover like a giant bell covering the surroundings.

But the old monk still felt that it was not safe enough,

Gritted his teeth and took out a relic from his bosom and crushed it directly, and in an instant, countless Buddha lights poured out, without the slightest overflow, but all condensed into the golden bell jar, and countless obscure scriptures circulated above, and the end was miraculous.

With the cultivation of the old monk Sanpin, he reached the top and was only able to complete it before the grass mustard got close.

"Hoo ......"

After the old monk finished everything, he looked at the grass mustard that was already close at hand, and then breathed a sigh of relief.

"Full of special effects?"

"This turtle shell looks really hard."

Luo Congee looked at the layers of Buddha light and the circulating scriptures in front of the monk and was stunned, this old monk has walked the rivers and lakes for decades, not to mention the rest, but when it comes to life-saving kung fu, it is really rare in the world.

"But Yoro is still a little arrogant."

Luo Congee thought about it and said with a smile.

The top of the second and third grades is only a line of difference, a difference of thousands of miles, not to mention that Dugu is still the world's most competitive sword cultivation, and it is the peak of the second grade sword cultivation.

There is a difference between the two!

It's ridiculous that those thieves still think that they have a chance to do it, and today's all kinds of things are just those thieves sitting in the well and watching the sky.

Luo Congee's voice is still falling,

The grass mustard was already less than an inch away from the old monk's golden bell jar, and before it could make contact, the small array with the Demon Vajra Staff as the eye shattered, and the light circulating on the cover became bright and uncertain, and the obscure scriptures also became dim and dull at a speed visible to the naked eye.

When the grass mustard collided with the golden bell jar, the monstrous sword qi came out through the grass mustard, and just the aftermath caused the house with the golden bell jar as the center of the house with a radius of more than ten zhang collapsed, but the sword intent still had no intention of dissipating.

Even if all the Buddha's light on the golden bell jar surged to the point where it came into contact with the mustard, it was still to no avail, but in a breath of time, all the visions in front of the old monk melted like ice and snow.

Luo Congee raised his eyes and felt that the original full screen of defensive effects in front of the old monk disappeared as if the power was cut off.

Looking at the grass mustard that broke through all his life-saving methods and still came straight to the center of his eyebrows, the old monk gritted his teeth and gave up most of his blood, and raised his hand to beat out the last string of Buddha beads.

Suddenly, one hundred and eight sandalwood beads that had been worshiped by incense and were now wrapped in pure and innocent qi slammed into the grass mustard, and when the last Buddha bead turned into powder, the grass mustard finally deviated a few points, from pointing straight to the head and deflecting to the chest and abdomen below.

Luo Congee looked fixedly,

The old monk was still meditating cross-legged, but there was already a hole the size of a human head in his chest and abdomen, and his heart was naturally included in it, and the original plain robe was also soaked red with gushing blood.

"Is this his way of the sword?"

When the old monk was dying, he recalled the sword of Fang Cai, and he could faintly hear the extremely subtle sound of the snowflakes falling in the cold winter wax moon constantly piercing the tip of the sword, and the roaring sound of the surging waves of the layers of monstrous waves on the edge of the immeasurable sea, until finally the light sigh of drawing the sword and looking around in a daze, wanting to be defeated.

"The poor monk thinks very highly of himself......

The old monk felt the passing vitality in his body and muttered, according to his cultivation of the three grades to the top, as long as the head is not exploded, even if the heart is destroyed, the full blood qi around the body can still support more than ten breaths.

"The poor monk finally took his surname for the obsession and greed in his heart today." The old monk looked at the young man who was still unharmed and smiled miserably.

"Aren't you Buddhists particular about cause and effect?"

"Today you are here, and this cause is over!"

"Come to think of it, your old bald donkey's surname alone is not enough to repay that fruit." Luo Congee looked at the dying Jiujie and sneered, if everyone who came to kill him, he would only punish him, but he was afraid that he would have no worries, and there would be an endless stream in the future.

"Donor, there are still thousands of monks in the White Horse Temple, and there are still more than one million treasures in the treasury, I don't know if all this can completely end today's cause and effect?"

At this moment, the old monk has regained a little bit of his former clarity in his eyes, and he also knows very well in his heart that once he dies, the White Horse Temple will inevitably be destroyed.

can think of all the things when I was a child, and I still don't want to provoke this embryo for Buddhism, so I put my hands together and said sincerely.

"Not enough!"

Luo Congee waved his sleeves and said categorically, there is a saying in the book, one person has attained the Tao, and the chicken and dog have ascended to heaven, and in the previous life, they were also those bald donkeys who avoided disasters in the troubled times in the mountain gate, but with the power of a temple from the dragon, the entire sect enjoyed the incense of the prosperous world for hundreds of years.

But why did you come to this world, thinking that one person would do evil, so you would take it as a monk and a temple?

"This official just said that if you want to bulldoze the temples in the capital, there is absolutely no possibility of changing them, so you have to bulldoze ten eight temples first, in order to set an example!

"If it is another day, if there is a bald donkey who dares to be the enemy of this official, he must let all these monks who are reciting scriptures from outside go to the west to serve the Buddha, and by the way, push the Buddha statue, burn the scriptures, and let your Buddhism break the inheritance!"

Luo Congee said word by word.

"Poor Monk ......"

The old monk took his last breath, staggered up with the demon vajra wand, leaned closer and wanted to say something, but the vitality was still flowing with the blood dripping from the hollow in his chest and abdomen, and he only took a few steps, but he could no longer support it, and slowly fell to the ground holding the vajra staff.

Returning to the light, it seems to see countless monks in the temple who were disemboweled, and fell under the butcher's knife, that is, the Bodhisattva and Buddha who were covered with gold leaf, were also overturned to the ground and fell to the dust.

"Bang Bang ......"

The vajra rod fell to the ground, and the old monk's body also fell straight forward, fell heavily into the ditch in front of him, and fell on his back in the blood and water, looking at the wide eyes, he was dead and blind.

【Luck +200000】

"It seems that this old bald donkey is really a little famous in the capital city." Luo Congee looked at the extra 100,000 luck and muttered.

……

On the long street,

All that was left was the sound of pouring rain falling,

As Luo Congee expected, there is no danger of swordsmen catching and fighting life and death, there is no thrilling back and forth between you and me, and there is no counterattack that kills step by step and finally survives.

Some are just the crushing of the realm,

The curtain came down in an understatement.

"Today outside the Cold Dew Pavilion."

"The younger generation joins forces with Dugu's predecessors, and they are already invincible in the world."

Luo Congee looked at the dead silence of the long street and joked.

Outside the gazebo,

Lonely and defeated, looking at that figure, I couldn't help but smile.

"Senior, you go back to the house to rest."

"Junior, go and slaughter the rest of the thieves."

Luo Congee waved his hand, and then stretched out the big black umbrella in his hand and walked out of the long street with filth and blood all over the ground.