An Ming's ears were deafening, his face was hot, and above his eyebrows, there was a black knife, and the edge of the knife was cold and murderous.

The person holding the sword was a monk in a robe with a stiff figure, a goosebump, and a one-eyed evil face, he had the usual arrogance of a monk in this era, and there was a bit of coldness in his eyes, "Stinky boy, I've seen enough of watching the show." ”

An Ming hurriedly said, "The predecessor is above, the kid has no intention of despising the immortals, the kid just thinks that the immortals are a generation of masters, and the kid's spiritual roots are wonderful, if he can worship the immortal master, I am afraid that he can become a good story in the cultivation realm." ”

The man holding the sword raised An Ming's chin, "Stinky boy, although the old man was injured by the black Jiao, but the old decay cultivation is an out-and-out golden pill period, placed in the general small sect, the ancestor can still afford it, as an old ancestor, what kind of spiritual root do you have, can't I see it? ”

An Ming tried to ease the atmosphere and said, "Senior, boy, just kidding you, in fact, I am a rich man, my family is very famous in Qinghe County, my father is the richest man in Qinghe County, he was still the richest man in the south ten years ago, if you let me go, I can give you gold as high as mine!"

The one-eyed evil old man holding the sword sneered, "Boy, do you think that a Jindan ancestor like the old man lacks the gold and silver of your mortals? If I want, I can take all the gold and silver of your family for myself! Is it useful to say this now?"

Speaking of this, the old man's right hand was raised, the palm of his hand was black, and his five fingers were gently lingering, aiming at An Ming's eyebrows, "You kid witnessed the whole process of the battle between me and the evil Jiao, in order to maintain the old man's prestige, I can only kill you, boy, go with peace of mind!"

"Don't-"

An Ming exhaled, but the Jindan Ancestor smashed his head and face with his right hand, and was facing his Tianmen cover, if nothing else, this time An Ming would be gone.

At the thought of life and death, An Ming suddenly remembered the emptiness and bitterness of his life.

As a financial genius who reads poetry and books and learns the world, he is omnipotent in the age of the earth, and then at the age of fifty, he traveled to another world, thinking that he could reshape miracles, but found that there were immortals here, so he restrained his temperament and lived in peace, but even if he was so careful, he couldn't avoid this knife.

Knowing this, I should have let go of myself, ate a lot of wine, drank a lot of meat, led the dog to drive the eagle, looked for flowers and willows, and was happy day by day.

It's a pity that there are no ifs.

An Ming thought for a long time, thought for a while, and suddenly felt, alas, how can I still be alive!

Looking up again, I only saw a thin old hand holding the sharp black knife, and in the courtyard not far from me, the heavy rain was pouring down, and the Jindan Ancestor held his breath and stared at himself, with the momentum of a great enemy.

What's wrong?

An Ming looked along his thin hand, and only saw an old monk who was old, with a white beard, and was wearing a gold-patterned robe with a white background.

At this moment, the Jindan Ancestor in the courtyard said, "I can receive the full force of the Jindan Triple Heaven, the bald donkey looks a little Taoist, report the name, the ancestor I will not kill the nameless!"

The abbot closed his hands and said a Buddha name, "Amitabha, poor monk Kukai." ”

As soon as these words came out, An Ming's mind turned, "Kukai, you are the abbot of Kukai who recites the Ranga Sutra every day next door to me?"

The abbot smiled and said, "Good, good." Donor, you lost to the evil Jiao, because you can't get home, but this is not a reason for you to be angry with others, this little donor and you have never been alive, but you want to drain people's souls and scatter people's spirits, what is the difference between this approach and evil cultivation?"

Jindan Ancestor laughed, "Bald donkey, that kid is just a pseudo-spiritual root, if he is left alone, he won't be able to make a big deal!

The abbot of Kukai waved his sleeves, and his voice was loud, "The heavy rain is pouring down, and it can't extinguish the anger in the donor's heart, the defeat of the evil Jiao, and the donor can't be allowed to turn back. ”

Seeing that the old monk was so tough, An Ming's eyes were moved to tears for a while, and he said that his family was fake compassion, and now it seems that he has met a real monk.

Jindan Ancestor saw this, shook his hand, only to see that there was an extra potted spirit wood in his hand, the spirit wood was thrown away, but it fell to the ground, Jindan Ancestor laughed and said, "Today, 100,000 people died in Qinghe County, all of them are caused by your bald donkey, thief bald donkey, suffer death!"

When the words fell, the Jindan Ancestor clasped his hands together and shouted urgently, "Millennial Huai Ling, become my supernatural power, forgiveness!"

In the next moment, the ground cracked and shattered, and huge vines spread out from the ground, and vines like snakes and dragons roared out, and almost instantly, An Ming's small courtyard was in great trouble.

At the critical moment, the old monk grabbed An Ming's neck with one hand, jumped a hundred steps, and hid in the temple next to An Ming's house.

The heavy rain poured down, An Ming looked at the terrifying vines that spread out from the ground, crackling like countless octopus tentacles frantically whipping in all directions, the entire courtyard around a hundred zhang range, all the merchants turned into ruins, the ground cracked out of the terrible cracks, heavy rain poured down, lightning and thunder, the entire Qinghe County turned into hell on earth.

An Ming looked at this scene and was already frightened, this, is this the strength of Jindan Ancestor?

Can a magic weapon destroy a piece of land?

However, faster, in front of the temple, the ground crumbled, the earth and stones flew, and a huge black shadow slowly crawled out, it was actually a terrifying giant tree dozens of feet long, the vines waved, covering the sky and the sun, and one after another tree vines smashed down towards the temple where An Ming was.

An Ming hurriedly lay down and hugged his head, but at the moment when those terrifying tree vines fell, a golden light Buddha cover appeared around the small temple, the golden light was complete, the ripples were diffuse, and he forcibly resisted the attack of the tree vines that split his head and covered his face.

Jindan Ancestor sat on the crown of the giant tree, overlooking the Buddhist temple below, and laughed, "Bald donkey, how is the old man's cultivation?"

In the Buddhist temple, Kukai's face was cold, "The donor retreats, today, the old man is going to kill!"

An Ming listened to the murderous words of the old monk and subconsciously took a step back.

I only saw that the old monk Kukai slowly took a step, and he actually walked out of the enchantment of the temple, but stood in the heavy rain.

Seeing the old monk come out, Jindan Evil Cultivator was overjoyed, "Haha, old bald donkey, die!"

Splitting his head and covering his face, a terrifying vine as thick as two people roared down and smashed down towards Kukai's bald head.

"Benefactor!" An Ming hurriedly shouted, "Come back!"

It's too late, it's too late, and the moment the huge vine falls on Kukai's bald head.

Kukai raised his hand, impartially, his left ring finger and thumb twisted the terrifying tree vine, and the old monk bowed his head and chanted, "One flower and one world, one leaf and one come." All things are like dreams and bubbles, like dew and electricity, and should be viewed as such......"

Young Master An watched the old monk slowly recite the mantra, and was in a hurry, Master, can you be more efficient with this seal, when you finish reciting, people have already killed you, this speed, do you think this is a turn-based system?

However, it's too late, it's too soon.

The sound fell, and the golden Buddha flame on Kukai's left hand burned, and in an instant, the Buddha flame roared upward, lingering along the vine and heading towards the entire giant tree at a speed that could not be caught by the naked eye.

"Buddha Gate Vajra Flame Finger!"

Seeing this, the ancestor on the canopy hurriedly broke the vine, and the giant tree demon took dozens of steps backwards, and I don't know how many people are in trouble for this retreat.

Kukai stood in the heavy rain, the raindrops fell on his robe, the old monk held flowers with one hand, and raised his right hand high, "Carving insects with small skills, and dare to get an axe, the old monk wants to do the way for heaven today!"

"Great Mighty Dragon!"

Dawei Tianlong drank out the four words, only to see the old monk's white robe shattered inch by inch, and his thin shoulders appeared in An Ming's field of vision.

An Ming noticed that on the old monk's back, a golden over-the-shoulder dragon tattoo was shining, and the golden dragon tattoo released a dazzling light, and the tattoo seemed to come to life.

Tattooed monks?

Social monks?

Damn, for a while, An Ming suddenly was a little worried about that Jindan Ancestor.

Not to mention anything else, just this tattoo, Kukai has already won the evil cultivator in momentum.

Sure enough, on the other side, the evil cultivator Jindan Ancestor looked at the golden dragon tattoo of the empty sea, and subconsciously shouted, "The Heavenly Dragon has a body, the King Kong is angry, the Yanggang Dharma, and all sentient beings! You are from the Pure Land Buddha Sect? How is it possible! How can there be a Pure Land monk in the Vajra Realm here! Didn't the Pure Land lineage disappear 80,000 years ago?"

The old monk was bare-shouldered, the golden dragon on his back was burning, the golden dragon disillusionment wrapped around his arms, the old monk raised his arms, shook the sky violently, and recited loudly, "The mighty Heavenly Dragon, the world-honored Jizo, King Kong is angry, the heavenly dragon is added, and the Prajnaba is coaxed!"

With a boom, Kukai raised his hands suddenly, only to see the terrifying golden dragon shadow on his arms rising to the sky, forming a huge golden dragon ten feet long above Kukai's head, and in the next moment, Kukai was shrouded in golden light, and when the golden light dissipated, Kukai was gone, only a ten-zhang golden body of Buddhism King Kong!

The golden body of the ten-zhang Buddha gate is as solid as a real Buddha, with golden eyes and golden face, arms wrapped around the dragon, and a Buddha crown on his back, golden and brilliant, and the Buddha is angry!

Seeing this situation, the evil cultivator kicked the giant tree under his feet violently, "I actually cultivated a ten-zhang golden body, go!"

Looking at this situation, An Ming just wanted to say, if you offend the abbot, you still want to leave?

Facing the evil cultivator who was about to escape, Shizhang Vajra Xuanzang raised his hand and shouted angrily, "Great Mighty Heavenly Dragon, World-Honored Dizang, Arhat Divine Fist, Pranya Ba Ma Coax!"

The ten-zhang King Kong figure suddenly accelerated, turned into an afterimage, and rushed towards the giant tree.

The evil cultivator hurriedly manipulated the giant tree magic weapon and waved thousands of vines to stop the Buddha Gate Vajra.

But this Heavenly Dragon blessed Buddha Gate Vajra, how can the strength and speed be the enemy of demons and evils.

Between the lightning and flint, where the fist light cracked, the golden rainbow pierced through the huge body of the giant tree.

An Ming looked at the terrifying golden light fist hole on the body of the giant tree, it was unbelievable, one punch, one punch actually hit the opponent weapon hard, this strength, An Ming meditated, Nan Wu Gatling Bodhisattva, six pure depleted uranium bullets, one breath of three thousand six hundred revolutions, great mercy and compassion for the world!

Just, is this over?

No!

I only heard the sound of Buddha trumpets in the body of the giant tree.

"Great Mighty Heavenly Dragon, World-Honored Jizo, Great Mercy Fist, Prajna Ba Ma Coax!"

"Great Mighty Heavenly Dragon, World-Honored Jizo, Hundred Steps Divine Fist, Pranya Ba Ma Coax!"

“......”

With the last punch blasted out, Shizhang King Kong shuttled out of the body of the tree demon, King Kong looked back, the Buddha's light dissipated, and turned back into the old monk's Kukai, with a golden dragon tattoo on his back, he raised his head, looked at the golden pill evil cultivator, and said in a harmonious voice, "Amitabha." ”

In the next moment, dense golden cracks on the huge body of the giant tree burst out from the body, and the terrifying golden Buddha light was like the sunlight shining on the broken dark clouds, and the huge locust tree's hundred-zhang body was cut into pieces, and the golden pill evil cultivator on the giant tree's magic weapon widened his eyes, he didn't believe that he was the end, but no matter how much he thought about it, now he didn't even have a last word, and it disappeared completely.

The old monk looked at An Ming, who was already lying on the ground in the heavy rain, and his jaw dropped in shock. You smiled, "Donor, are you okay?"

An Ming said mechanically, "Okay." ”

The old monk said, "Donor, how is the poor monk's Dharma?"

An Ming said mechanically, "Okay." ”

The old monk said, "The poor monk is old, and there is one less apprentice who sits down with tea and water, I don't know if the donor is willing to practice with the old monk?"

An Ming said mechanically, "Okay." ”

The old monk smiled happily, "Amitabha, good, good." ”

An Ming came back to his senses at this time and blinked, "Just now, I, what did I promise?"