More than a dozen large flying boats came to Dongzhou.

The disciples of the Hehuan Sect didn't know what to do, so they hurried to report it.

Song Heqing got the news and came out to check.

The huge flying boat covers the sky and the sun, and the Buddhas and Arhats of the heavens are depicted on it, shining with golden light.

The majestic chanting echoed in the heavens and the earth.

"You monks, what are you doing when you come to me, begging for a beating?"

Song Heqing's words were unceremoniously, and these monks were not far behind.

"Hmph, bold demon, if you destroy my tantric sect, today is your time of death."

"You came all the way from afar to crusade against me, you won't know the fate of the group of fools in front of you."

"We have two Transformation God Ancestors on this trip, and we will definitely take you down."

"Then I'm really scared."

At this time, the forces of all continents are watching the confrontation between the east and the west.

After all, the appearance of the seven sects of Buddhism moving the people, others have completely seen it.

In their opinion, to provoke a long-established demon cultivator in the god transformation stage is undoubtedly a brain disease.

What's more, even if Buddhism wins this time, it is estimated that there will be a lot of damage.

When both sides are defeated, they come out and pick up ready-made ones.

"Amitabha."

Two old monks appeared in the air.

One is shaped like a withered tree, and the other is round and jade.

In the memory of the original body, I know them:

"Kurong Zen Master, Yudou Monk."

"Amitabha, the donor still remembers the poor monk."

"What, you're going to be the first bird?"

fat monk says:

"Your Excellency is a monk who turns into a god, and you actually indiscriminately destroy my Xizhou Tantra, and if you don't avenge this revenge, how will my Buddhism gain a foothold in the future?"

"Don't talk nonsense, fight if you want to!" Song Heqing was not used to them, and turned his head and shouted at the sect:

"Stay in the big formation, don't run out."

"Ancestor, be careful!"

Song Heqing conjured up a spear, which was the natal weapon of the original body.

It is made by the rare Lei Jing, and it is very compatible with him.

Song Heqing has thousands of lifetimes of experience, and for him, he knows some martial arts and mana that are not available in this world.

Relying on the powerful physical strength of the demon cultivators, as well as the mana accumulated over the years, it is still possible to deal with them.

"Look at the guns!"

The gun entered and exited the dragon, and under the combination of thunder and lightning, the two old monks also took action.

"Amitabha." The withered and thin Kurong Zen Master directly slashed over with one palm.

The Buddha's palm contains the way of life and death, and Song Heqing directly lowered ten meetings with one force and broke it with thunder and lightning.

"Zen Master, you don't know how well you know the way of life and death, and you have trained yourself into a skeleton. In my opinion, your cultivation has not progressed in 500 years, so I'm afraid you've gone mad. ”

Zen Master Kurong looked at him fixedly and did not refute.

Song Heqing knew that he was right, and continued to sneer:

"Let you see, what the real way of life and death is like."

He raised his hand and fell again, as if with a thousand powers.

On the land under the palm of your hand, flowers and trees undergo germination, leaf extraction, flowering, fruiting, and death in a few breaths...... The whole process, and form a small world, and the cycle repeats.

The old Zen master couldn't believe it:

"Impossible, how could it be?"

He really couldn't believe that as a person who had participated in Kurong Zen for more than a thousand years, he was actually inferior to a demon cultivator?

Demon cultivators are not as good as humans in terms of Taoist enlightenment!

For such people, the faith is extremely strong, but at the same time very fragile.

Obviously, Zen Master Kurong was already confused, he had no intention of fighting again, left a Buddha name, and left in a hurry.

The monk left alone in the jade pocket was stunned in place.

He suddenly realized that something was wrong.

This snake demon not only did not meet expectations, but was very healthy.

He is now riding a tiger and is difficult to ride, unlike the guy who only knows how to practice in retreat all day long, he is a monk who loves to show off.

If he fails today, or escapes, then tomorrow he will become the laughing stock of the entire continent!

Grit your teeth, stomp your feet, fight!

"Look at the bowl!"

Song Heqing also regretted that the old Zen master ran too fast, and as a result, this fat monk had already begun.

The Yudou monk took out a purple gold bowl and threw it into the sky.

In an instant, it turned into the size of a small mountain, and a golden glow shone from inside.

Imprinted on Song Heqing's body, it actually burned a little painfully.

"What a magic weapon, it can actually hurt me."

He opened his mouth, spit out an umbrella, and opened it, and the picture of thousands of miles of mountains and rivers painted on it floated, blocking the golden light.

This umbrella is the equipment that exploded after the old man was swallowed.

The monks of the Transformation Stage are not poor, and there are still a lot of treasures in their hands.

With defensive weapons, Song Heqing naturally moved forward, and directly faced the light and came to the side of the Yudou monk.

Just one shot.

Of course, it's not so easy to stab.

The fat monk pulled out a ring knife and blocked his attack.

When he saw that knife, all the monks around him, including Song Heqing, who were secretly observing, or who were at the scene, were all in their hearts.

What kind of knife is this? The whole body is bright red, as if he has drunk enough blood, exuding the bloody demonic aura of Sensen.

"Old Ancestor, how could he have such a weapon?"

"This demonic energy is ......"

When the disciples on the flying boat saw it, they all muttered.

They didn't expect that the ancestor who was usually kind and kind would actually have such a weapon.

It looks so mad.

Song Heqing raised his eyebrows:

"It turns out that he did it again."

The other monks didn't understand who "he" was, but it didn't prevent everyone from guessing that there was someone behind the matter.

It's really intriguing.

The Yudou monk was right, annoyed and angry, raised his knife, and slashed at Song Heqing.

You can smell the smell of blood in the wind rolling up above.

"I also said that I was a member of the Buddhist sect, and the tantric sect used to catch mortal men and women, but you, an old man, colluded with the demons, what is your intention?"

Song Heqing resisted unhurriedly, and at the same time spoke to stimulate him.

I didn't expect this umbrella to work very well, and the blood ring knife was split on it, and nothing happened.

If the old man in the transformation stage at that time had taken out this umbrella to resist first, it was estimated that he would have been able to hold out for a few more rounds.

Now it's cheaper Song Heqing.

The Yudou monk had a good face, but under the influence of the demonic qi, his mind was even more confused, and although his combat power soared, he also became manic.

"Goblin, don't mess with my mind!"

Even he didn't even have a knife technique, and he slashed indiscriminately.

Song Heqing let go and threw the gun forward, and the fat monk easily dodged.

He smirked:

"Hehehe, that's it...... Forehead ......"

He looked down at his Tanzhong acupoint, where a short arrow had just pierced it.

"How's it going, what does the Soul Arrow taste like? Thanks to the last diner for the free gift. ”

I have to say that the hidden weapon is still easy to use.

Song Heqing stepped forward, snatched the blood ring knife, and tied up the jade pocket monk.

Raising the Blood Ring Knife, he said to the monks in the flying boat:

"This is evidence of communication with the Demon Realm, do you still want to fight?"

"This ......"

Now everyone is hesitant.

In ancient times, the Terran monks set the rules, but anyone who colluded with the demons was shameful for all living beings.

Nowadays, there are blatant violators in Buddhism.

If you are caught by the Daomen, I am afraid it will not end well, not to mention, the Hehuan Sect is also a Daomen.

But when Tantra was destroyed, and the people who mobilized the teachers came all the way, could it be that they went back in disgrace like this?

At this moment, the spear that was thrown swirled back and passed over the head of the monk who led the team.

Cold sweat slid down the roots of my ears.

Made, a group of people fighting a god? Are you kidding!

"Amitabha, the donor has a relationship with my Buddha, today's events are really misunderstood......"

I have to say that the eloquence of Buddhism is good, and in the end, it was finally rounded by them.

Looking at the departure of the flying boat team, Song Heqing sank his face:

"9527, can I kill the protagonist?"