It is like a sea of moths covered by dark clouds, enveloping the sky over the entire Ten Thousand Buddha Ping.

The scene in front of him was extremely exaggerated, and no one could have imagined that this sea of heavenly moths was actually due to a young monk, the decent disciples who were fighting Luan Zhan on the spot, and even the black-clothed man of the Tianlong Society who suddenly attacked, all of them were shocked, and they couldn't figure out whether this spectacle was a natural phenomenon of Buddha's light, or someone used their power to attract moths in the sky, if it was really the power of a certain person who put down his body and hid in a corner of Muru Temple, it would be too appalling?

The moths flew endlessly, descending from the sky one after another, devouring everything they passed, Tong Qingyao, who was in it, wanted to break his head but still couldn't come to a conclusion, why could that inconspicuous young monk stir up such a big movement, and suddenly a terrifying thought flashed through his mind, could it be that the young monk cultivated the way of heaven?

Countless moths are like rain, and I can't see the figure of the phoenix-eyed man at all, but I can't see him but hear his voice: "I really can't imagine that the Muru Temple, where the light of the Buddha shines, still hides such a kind of demonic art!"

Fa Yu's heart lake is calm, and his heart is no less than that of the gray-clothed old monk who sits firmly behind him like a mountain, and he smiled from the bottom of his heart: "Amitabha, a flower and a world, a leaf is the same." There is a demon in your heart, and what you see is naturally a demon. ”

Every word sounds like chanting a scripture, blurting out the layers and spreading out the layers but sonorous and powerful words and beads, like a gold lacquer swastika slowly floating in the air.

The vast sea of moths and golden cicadas shed their shells, like countless suspended gold leaf, giving birth to shining brilliance.

Ten thousand Buddha Ping and even the whole wooden mountain above the sky, the Buddha's light shines, bright as stars.

This situation is really like the Buddha came to the world, all the filthy and evil things in the world disappeared, and the old monk of Huicong, who was so frightened that he retreated to the side and stood by, had no owner, and the elder who was planning to seize the position of the presiding officer of Muru Temple finally couldn't bear it anymore, and quietly approached the gray-clothed Buddha who was as thin as a dead bamboo.

"Hui Cong, is what that Jixia disciple said true?" said Hui Ping Monk slowly turned around, his gaze slowly met with the white-eyed monk, and said very calmly.

The white-eyed old monk looked away slightly, and his expression became confused.

"Amitabha, whether it is Huigen or Taoism, you are above me, but your heart is unstable and it is suitable for demons, the senior brother did not push you to the position of presiding over Muru Temple, and it is precisely for this reason, but I never thought that you would collude with evil spirits to frame Zhongliang for the false title of presiding over Muru Temple, and sin and sin. The monk Huiping, who had always been calm and breezy, said with a slight disgrace at this moment.

The corners of the white-eyed monk's mouth curled, which was diametrically opposed to the two slightly drooping white eyebrows, and said, "At the beginning, Senior Brother said that you have a fearless appearance, how can you see it?"

The white-eyed monk said again: "In my opinion, where are you fearless, senior brother was blinded by the ghostly spirit, so he chose you as the successor to Muru Temple." ”

The white-eyed monk sneered again: "That kid is not only a spy of the Tianlong Society, but also a traitor of Buddhism and Taoism, and he is actually cultivating the Great Prajna Heart Method of my Muru Temple

How many detrimental things you have done behind your back, only you, the host, know it. ”

The emaciated gray-clothed old monk did not answer.

"Why don't you speak?" the white-eyed old monk sneered.

"Born from the heart, all living beings have thousands of postures, how can you see them if you don't care to look at them?" said Huiping monk with a slight bow.

The white-eyed monk sneered, completely without the demeanor of a Buddhist elder, showed a contemptuous smile, and said in vain: "What bullshit is fearless, you just have a better relationship with the senior brother, so the senior brother willingly passed on the position of the presiding officer of the Muru Temple to you." ”

The white-eyed monk said disdainfully: "As for the fearless phase, it's just a grandiose excuse made up, since you sat on the presiding position of Muru Temple, Muru Temple has been doing nothing for the past 20 years, even if you are really fearless, what's the use?" ”

Monk Huiping sighed softly, and said with a gloomy gaze: "Senior brother, your demons are too heavy, and you are looking back." ”

"What's going back?" the white-eyed Huicong monk laughed wildly: "After tonight, I will be the presiding officer of Muru Temple, what are you going to do?"

"Amitabha. The gray-robed old monk shook his head and sighed.

"Huiping, it's no wonder that the will of heaven is so good for me, you can break the six realms of rebirth bliss with peace of mind, and I will chant for you to spend seven seven and forty-nine days, which can be regarded as the last trace of love between our senior brothers. The white-eyed monk approached step by step with his hands on his claws.

Five steps away, a vigorous black shadow slashed down from the Haihui Hall like thunder and lightning.

It turned out to be a huge tiger with a black and shiny body.

The white-eyed monk didn't know what was going on, so he was so frightened that he took a half step back, but then narrowed his eyes and said, "Is it your evil beast, you have eaten hundreds of people under the snowy mountain, right?

As soon as the words fell, the white-eyed old monk grabbed the black tiger's head without warning.

The black tiger who followed the young monk all the way under the snowy mountain, and walked back to Muru Temple step by step, raised his head to the sky and let out a long roar, the roar was deafening, and the white-eyed old monk was not close to the black tiger within half a zhang, and was shocked out of a mouthful of rich blood, and then the whole person fell backwards and fell to the ground.

The black shadow was as fast as the wind, just as the white-eyed old monk flew out and fell to the ground at the same time, the black tiger's four hooves tossed and pounced, and suddenly pressed the old monk who was stained with blood and the gray robe, a pair of sharp fangs that sharpened iron silently stood on the neck of the white-eyed old monk, the black tiger's bloody mouth and the Huicong monk faced each other, and the bright red blood-like endless juice slowly flowed out from between the fangs, and finally dripped down at the tip of the fangs and fell on the cold face of the Huicong monk.

At this moment, this highly respected Elder of Muru Temple was already dying, like a hideous demon crawling out of purgatory and covered in blood.

There are monks who are not demons, but they are better than demons.

There are monks who are already Buddhas, but they are better than Buddhas.

The black tiger shook his head, and when the pair of sharp fangs were about to cut through the neck of the white-eyed old monk, the Huiping monk, who had been silent from beginning to end, suddenly took a step and said, "No." ”

Under the light of the Buddha, the old monk Huiping is simply a Buddha who has entered the world.

The black tiger knows human nature and immediately lifts the giant

Big and terrifying head, this black tiger and the young monk have a heart-to-heart connection, let go of the Hui Cong monk and then turned around and roared, returning to the old monk's side to defend the world's first Buddha.

In the golden light overhead, a terrifying wave exploded, and the moths overflowing with golden light dispersed like the sunrise of the dense fog in the early morning, and the golden light was faint and turned dim sharply.

Like a battle of trapped beasts, the green shirt broke out of the cocoon, and the long sword flew out of his hand and roared into the sky, which was about to penetrate the back of the Huiping monk in an instant.

Bai Yun, who was fighting with two black-clothed figures, saw the long sword sneak attack Huiping monk with a sky-breaking momentum, kicked over a man in black, and then jumped up with the momentum, stepping on the shoulders of another man in black. In this way, Bai Yun finally saw the intention of the Heavenly Dragon Society, and these black-clothed people seemed to have received some kind of order to use their numerical advantage to build a flesh and blood wall, the purpose of which was to consume the disciples of each faction alive.

With no way to look back, the white clouds stepped on the wind and volleyed, chasing the screaming long sword.

Boom! The god shot out and slammed into the blade of the sword, and the two swords then deviated from their trajectory and nailed into the ground.

The figure of the man in the green shirt was fluttering, and he took the lead in sweeping and drawing his long sword, and then another figure brushed by, like a dragonfly in the water, and pulled out another strange wooden sword.

The white clouds swept towards the green shirt, the sword shadows were stacked, and after a few moves, they still couldn't tell you and me, and the man in the green shirt and phoenix eyes pulled away.

This move made Bai Yun puzzled, what was this Qingxuan Sword Sect senior disciple having?

The clouds were misty, and the white clouds did not have the slightest room for thought, biting the back of the green shirt, and chased in the direction of the forbidden land to the west of Muru Temple.

The plain-robed boy, who had withdrawn from the storm as early as the approaching storm, was hiding in the shadows at this time, watching the two figures disappear into the mountains and forests on the west side of Muru Mountain.

"Let's go. The plain-robed boy put away the elephant fracture fan and said.

"Childe, the Beifu soldiers haven't arrived to escort yet, do they really want to get involved in this muddy water?" said the woman in purple uneasily.

"Don't worry, my son just wants to take a look and join in the fun. Long Haotian said: "Such wonderful rivers and lakes can't be seen in the Ziluan Golden Palace. ”

"But in case there is the power of the Tiangang realm mixed with it. Ziyi said worriedly: "I'm just afraid... The slave and maid can't stop it. ”

"You mean Lian Wansheng?" Long Haotian smiled comfortably, waved his hand and said: "He is not the only celestial phenomenon power in the world, besides, you are enough." ”

"But... Before Ziyi finished speaking, the plain-robed boy set off into the forest.

On the Ten Thousand Buddha Flat, the three of them tried their best to protect the corpses of Chen Jing and Chen Cheng, Lin Xueshu saw Bai Yun following the green shirt into the forest, and at the moment he wanted to chase after the shadow, but the ferocious man in black was like a tide of water, and after sweeping a batch followed by another batch, Lin Xueshu, who was covered in blood, was speechless

Silently recited: "Little junior brother, you can't have any more accidents... ”

Zhang Zishan, who has always been a hanger, although he encountered this kind of bloody scene for the first time, he was stunned and did not have half a cowardice, the blood revenge of the two brothers and sisters was not avenged, at this time, did stage fright become a greedy breed of life and fear of death? Moreover, these days of the Dragon Society's black-clothed people's methods are extremely vicious, and the offensive is rapid, obviously to wipe out the decent disciples, and he and Senior Brother Lin and Senior Brother Qi have joined forces, complementing each other and lacking, and it happens to become an iron wall, if the reaction is a little sluggish, it will inevitably reveal flaws and let the black-clothed people who are eyeing each other have a chance.

As for Qi Yuzheng, who has always been calm and calm, due to the sudden attack and killing of Chen Cheng and Chen Jing, his face is rarely gloomy at this moment, and he is only one line away from the point of killing red-eyed, the long sword comes and goes, and every blow tears the black clothes that come and go, and the originally menacing man in black does not dare to take another step forward, probably because he feels that the act of exchanging lives for lives is not good for these three people, so he changed his strategy to surround the three of them.

(End of chapter)

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