Holy.

Qing Jiu stood in the first position on the left in white clothes, and opposite him was Shui Hasheng, who had brought him back.

The Holy Lord under the cold dark gold mask stood tall above everyone, scanning everyone.

All the Holy Sect disciples were extremely excited and geared up.

The Holy Lord played with the small porcelain bottle in his hand, opened the stopper, and sniffed it vigorously.

"It's really worthy of the blood of a thousand-year-old turtle. As he spoke, he threw the porcelain vase and threw it to Qing Jiu. Qing Jiu hurriedly caught the porcelain vase, and carefully put away the porcelain vase under the envious gaze of many people.

"After all, you have been in the Yunmeng Forbidden Land for hundreds of years, and this Xuan Turtle Blood can help you get rid of the dilemma of drinking human blood. Qing Jiu was overjoyed when he heard this, and immediately fell to the ground, thanking him in his mouth.

Shui hatsheng wanted to speak, but when it came to his mouth, he couldn't say it.

"You say, the Holy Lord is keenly aware of the state of water hatred. ”

"Yes, Father. Shui hatsheng bowed respectfully and then said: "Although Gu Buya temporarily believes that we have a way to help that woman continue her life, but after all, it won't be long in hiding, I'm afraid of ......"

The Holy Lord sneered.

"Do you think Gu Buya is stupid, but he cares too much about that woman, even if someone lied to him, he has to admit it, and he is willing to be used by us. ”

"......"

The Holy Lord waved his hand: "There is nothing to do, now everyone's eyes are on Shushan and the nineth-ninth Nine Dragon Fu, and there are basically many masters in the major decent sects. Pass the order down, let the people of the two lakes and three caves go to attack the Lingyin Temple, the Reclining Buddha Temple, and the Blue Lotus Sect!"

When the disciples of the Holy Mountain heard the news, they were all excited, they had been suppressed by the righteous path for too long, and now they were finally about to counterattack.

When Qing Jiu heard this, he thought that he had just received a reward, and there would inevitably be many people who were not convinced, and immediately stood up.

"The disciple is willing to take my Holy Sect disciple to attack the Iron Sword Mountain and the Immortal Concept. As soon as he spoke, he noticed that the people around him looked at him strangely.

Fortunately, Shui Hate gave him a blank look.

"There are few people in Changshengguan, so I don't know which forest it is located in; Tiejian Mountain is far away, and when you arrive, their people will also return from Shushan. ”

Qing Jiu wanted to say something, but the Holy Lord stretched out his hand to stop his words.

In Fancheng, a group of black-clothed people broke into the gate at night.

Before the soldiers parading through the gates could stop the strange-looking crowd, they were sucked out of the gates, without even snorting. A blood-colored wind blew, and the soldier left a skin on the ground like a picture scroll that no one carried.

At this time, dozens of torches were lit on the city gates.

A few soldiers in armor poked their heads down at the head of the city, holding torches to see the situation under the city, and suddenly felt a chill behind them, and there were a few more skins on the city gate, like the clothes of the peasants hanging on iron wires.

A group of people infiltrated the city, found their way, and walked towards the city's long-famous Wat Pho.

There was a sudden fire in the city, and there were bursts of cries, and many people saw it, and immediately picked up their buckets and walked towards the temple where they visited day and night.

But when they reached the intersection leading to the Wat Pho, they all stopped.

There were a few neighbors' clothes hanging on the intersection, and buckets were rolling in the corners.

They went up to see their neighbors hanging on the wall like clothes.

At this moment, I can't wait for my parents to have a few more legs, throw down the bucket and run.

All night, a terrible cry came from Fancheng.

The next day, the people cautiously approached Wat Pho, like spies at war between the two armies, for fear of being discovered. Eventually, it was determined that there was no danger, and all the people flocked to Wat Pho like a tidal wave.

The true center of Fancheng was now in ruins, and they stepped forward, only to see that in the middle of the two Bodhi trees hung the masters they had once admired, and when the wind blew, they scattered into the air like fine dust, returning to heaven and earth. I don't know who was the first to cry in front of the Reclining Buddha Temple, where the fire had not been completely extinguished, and it immediately attracted countless wails, and the entire Fancheng was wailing in the wilderness.

As for a long time later, this day became a day of mourning in Fancheng.

Qinglian Sect.

A man dressed in the clothes of a disciple of the Blue Lotus Sect knocked on the heavy door of the Blue Lotus Sect with his hands full of blood.

The contemporary sect master of the Qinglian Sect, the woman who supported the Qinglian Sect after her husband died and her younger brother was closed, Pei Yingfeng personally met with the disciple covered in blood.

This seemingly dying disciple was lying on the ground, and his voice was intermittent: "Huh...... Suzerain, we are ambushed, less ...... Sect...... The Lord ...... "Speaking of this, that disciple is like a gossamer, and he doesn't have half of his strength.

Although Pei Yingfeng is a heroic woman of a generation, she lost her husband first, her younger brother was depressed, and when she heard that her son had an accident, her heart suddenly became anxious, and this woman who had supported the Qinglian Sect for more than ten years suddenly felt that the world had collapsed.

"You make it clear. Pei Yingfeng has lost the majesty of the former superiors, and at this moment she is a mother who is worried about her son.

Two steps dared to take a step, ignoring the disciple who was covered in blood, and attached his ear to the disciple's mouth, and kept urging: "Say, what's wrong." ”

The dying disciple's eyes suddenly froze, like a sharp glance, gritted his teeth, his fierce face was revealed, and a palm hit Pei Yingfeng's lower abdomen.

Pei Yingfeng fell to the ground like a meteor and smashed heavily in front of the portrait of the ancestor master.

"Sect Master!"

"Thief!"

Several elders divided into two groups, one to help Pei Yingfeng, and the other pulled out their long swords and stabbed at the "disciple".

The "disciple" was not afraid at all, and unleashed a sword trick and soared into the sky, ignoring the stabbing long sword.

There were a few more breaths on his body, the corners of his mouth kept bleeding, and he grinned: "Your Qinglian Sect will destroy the door today!" Before he finished speaking, he fell to the ground with a "boom".

As soon as the words fell, five black-robed figures fell from the sky.

"You Qinglian Sect, today, destroy the door. The five of them raised their palms at the same time and sacrificed a scarlet scimitar. "Blood Scythe!" everyone in the Blue Lotus Sect was shocked. The long swords urged by several elders were like bamboo knots, and they were forced to retreat, and several people tried their best to resist. With a "wow", he suddenly fell to the ground.

The five black-robed people approached everyone with a sinister smile: "I didn't expect that your Qinglian Sect would be wiped out by my Blood Scythe Cave." ”

Seeing the black-robed man standing in the middle raising the sickle towards him, Pei Yingfeng closed his eyes.

Fortunately, his son should be fine, and the news brought is fake. It was the best news she had before closing her eyes.

As the scythe slowly fell, the Blue Lotus Sect, which had been in the Megatron Continent for decades, was about to perish!

Suddenly, a cyan light burst out of the sky from the garden.

An incomparably powerful sword aura rushed towards the five people in the hall, and the five hurriedly withdrew their blood scythes to resist the huge sword qi. The momentum of the sword was like a bamboo, and the five of them fiercely loaded it towards the wall, and the wall fell in response, stirring up dust in the sky.

When the dust fell, a sloppy old man stood in the middle with a flask.

"Who!" the five black-robed men wiped the blood from the corners of their mouths.

"Qinglian Sect, Pei Changkong!"

These six words seemed to have incredible magical power, and the spirits of everyone in the Blue Lotus Sect immediately perked up.

Pei Yingfeng's eyes also showed a smile.

Outside the Lingyin Temple, an old monk walked out of the temple gate alone.

Smiling and looking at a group of people shuttling through the bamboo forest, a group of people in dark green clothes.

"Amitabha, the benefactors of Tianyuan Lake, where you come from, go back. ”

The sect leader of Tianyuan Lake, Guo Hongyuan, tore open the robe that covered his head and walked out, holding a bead in his hand.

"Our Tianyuan Lake is pouring out of the nest, the Qinglian Sect and the Reclining Buddha Temple are too busy to take care of themselves, and even our Tianyuan Bead has been brought out, what strength do you have to let me go back." ”

The old monk smiled slightly.

"Donor, do you know about the Vajra Demon Formation of my Lingyin Temple?"

Guo Hongyuan nodded: "King Kong subdued the demon, if it is a formation, even if all the people of my demon path come to this Lingyin Temple, I am afraid that it will not be pleased." ”

The old monk nodded.

"But this Vajra subduing demons requires the relics of thirty-six highly respected monks. As far as I know, your temple has gone through thousands of years, and there is still one ...... missing."

Guo Hongyuan paused, and then said: "The unformed large array can't stop me, and it's ......" He glanced into the distance, and pieces of black clouds were surging towards this side.

"Several of the masters of the Holy Mountain also came. ”

The old monk clasped his hands together and said, "Amitabha." The smile on his face did not change.

Hong Yuan's expression changed suddenly.

A voice came.

"The poor monk five hundred years ago Qin Zhenwu general, three hundred years ago the unknown temple Fuxian monk, now the Lingyin Temple mercy monk, willing to five hundred years of merit, embodied relics, pray for God's mercy, bless my Buddhism for a hundred years of purity. ”

There were bursts of Sanskrit sounds from behind the bamboo forest.

A few little monks sat at the gate of the temple, crying with red eyes.

The monk untied his robe, threw it into the sky, clasped his hands together, and closed his eyes.

A Buddha light descended from the sky, enveloping this highly respected monk, just like the real Buddha in the world.

As if the ice and snow were melting, Ci'en's body slowly weakened, and finally turned into a golden relic and flew towards the Lingyin Temple.

Suddenly, a Buddha light enveloped Lingyin Temple, and eighteen Arhats faintly appeared behind the Buddha light.

A voice came from inside the temple: "Amitabha!"

The whole temple suddenly fell silent.

Guo Hongyuan looked at the scene in front of him in a daze, as if he hadn't reacted yet, feeling the invisible barrier in front of him, and let out a long sigh.

"With such a sage on the righteous path, it is no wonder that it can prosper for thousands of years!"

After finishing speaking, he held the blood-red bead and turned away without looking back.

On this day, the monk and Ning Zhiyuan, who were also in the library pavilion, saw two rays of light.

A cyan light rising into the sky, a golden Buddha light falling from the sky.

The monk seemed to sense something, and suddenly lowered his head, his eyes red.

Ning Zhiyuan looked at the cyan light, his heart was ecstatic, and when he looked at the monk with a completely different expression, he immediately put away his emotions.

Like a child who had lost a fight, the monk wiped his eyes with his crescent-colored sleeves. From his bosom, he pulled out a bloodstained dark red ring knife.

The lame man and Chen Guizhi's faces changed greatly, and they looked at the monk from a distance and did not dare to approach.

"The master once said that if you put down the butcher's knife, you may not become a Buddha, but can those butchers become Buddhas if they kill people who have lived all their lives? Master once picked up a knife and saved the lives of millions of people in the pre-Qin period, and finally didn't he also build a temple?"

The monk's voice was very soft, but his hand was very heavy, and he held the bloody ring knife tightly.

A long chapter, we are not monks who can only recite scriptures, and we don't rely on our mouths.

I think the plot is okay myself.,I'll work harder to polish the rhythm and narrative.,I hope you can give a recommendation and collection.。

Let me preview it first, and release the name of the next chapter: If there is no thunderbolt means, where will the bodhisattva's heart come from?