West Kunlun.

Lu Press's residence is often hidden in the clouds and mist, and the fog is thick and the road is dangerous, not to mention mortals, even ordinary cultivators cannot come here.

But on this day, an old man came from outside the valley, and the old man was bald and robed, which was the embodiment of the introduction.

After coming here, he stretched out his hand and pointed at it, and a few swimming fish jumped out of the stream in front of him, and the swimming fish suddenly turned on his wisdom and turned into a human form, turning from a fish to a demon, but a finger.

There are also demons running out of the mountains and forests, and all the demons are dressed in robes and reciting scriptures.

"The demon can cultivate the Buddha, the Buddha can cross the demon, I have a lot of fate with your demon clan in the west. "The voice of the guide is very low, but the guide knows that the land pressure must be heard.

Sure enough, after a while, Lu Pressure walked out of the mountain protection array, and Lu Pressure spoke: "I don't know that the saint is here, and I hope to forgive my sins." ”

"It's just that I don't agree with the words of the saint, the demon eats blood, the demon asks for freedom, the green light ancient Buddha, breaking off love is really not what we and other demon clans want. ”

"And I really don't have any treasures in the West Kunlun, if the saint has nothing important, please go back to the West. ”

The guide is not angry, and the guide looks at the battlefield, and the fluctuation of the spiritual power on the battlefield can make the saint's heart palpitate.

What a masterpiece!

Then he said: "Your demon clan used to be the overlord of heaven and earth, but you ask yourself if your demon clan can participate in such a big war again? If you want to reproduce the glory of the demon clan, the great war is indispensable, but how many catties and taels do you have on your body." ”

"My demon clan is scattered on the desolate land, and the demon clan gathers together, and it is still a tyrant in the desolate wilderness, and I don't care about the affairs of my demon clan. "Lu Zhuandao.

Then he smiled and said: "There are many demon clans, and how many demon clans still recognize you as the prince, all the glory in the world depends not on bloodline but on strength, if you have the cultivation of the quasi-saint peak and command the demons, who dares to disobey?"

"I have a wonderful law in the West, if I come to the West, I will pass on your Sage Dao, the three thousand avenues have something in common, and you will be able to go further. ”

After thinking about it, Lu Jian still shook his head and said: "Demons have nothing to do with Buddha, and I shouldn't have a relationship with you in the West." ”

Then he said: "Put down the butcher knife and become a Buddha, the demon can be a Buddha, and the demon can naturally be a Buddha." ”

"If you are a Buddha, your words are Buddhist scriptures, and there is no need to change your demon nature, and at that time, the demon itself is a Buddha. ”

"Heaven used to be so strong but it fell in an instant, now if your demon clan wants to prosper, you must borrow external forces, but people don't accept apprentices, and the most important qualification is to explain the teaching, the demon clan must not be able to enter the eyes of the teaching, although the sect is taught without class, but that Xu Siyuan once entered the human race and extinguished the flame you passed down, and you and him have actually made an enmity. ”

"You demon clan can not have many choices, my western door is wide open, come to my west, feel comfortable,"

Lu Jian was finally a little tempted: "I am the prince of Jinwu, and it is still inappropriate to be named by your Western Buddha." ”

"Then how about being named a Zen master. Pick-up asked with a smile.

Lu Jian looked up at the sky, the sun was still there, but there was no figure of the golden crow.

It's just that these things that have been lost, one day he will regain them, including the Great Day, including the Emperor of Heaven.

So what about a trip to the West.

Lu Jian opened his mouth and said: "Let's call it Wuchao Zen Master." ”

The black nest Zen master means the Zen master who came out of the golden crow's lair, but the former lair of the golden crow is the heavenly palace where the demon clan has collapsed.

When the golden crow returns to the nest, it is the time to build the heavenly palace again.

The lead knows this, but the lead is not broken.

The guide simply said, "I'm waiting for the Zen master in the West." "Then he walked towards the heavenly court, and now that the two sects have no intention of taking care of him, it is a good time for him to lay out the layout of the Western Sect.

One day, he will have a great influence in the East.

On that day, we must let the east soil, the Buddhist temples stand in a forest, and let the common people worship the Buddha.

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Xu Siyuan swung his sword in the void, but Xu Siyuan's sword made Hong Huang look sideways.

The sword scatters thousands of miles of stratus clouds, and the sword presses all things in the void.

handed out a sword, but it was also ten thousand swords, the long sword passed through, the sword intent was endless, and the sword qi was like a tide.

A sword appeared in front of Yuding, Randen and others.

The quasi-saint can distinguish the truth from the false, but in the eyes of the burning lamp, a sword is divided into thousands of differences, and all of them are true and true.

Xu Siyuan swung a sword, but this sword seemed to have turned into an axe again, and there should have been dead silence in the void, but at this time, the immeasurable void seemed to have evolved into Hongmeng Chaos.

The sword divides life and death, and the sword shapes the origin.

Xu Siyuan's sword rerefined the void and reenacted all things.

After a sword, Xu Siyuan was weakened to the extreme, this sword used up all of Xu Siyuan's spiritual power, and when it came to hard work, intercepting the teaching was much more straightforward than expounding the teaching.

There is only one sword, and only one sword is willing to divide life and death.

When the god falls down, if the saint enforces the law, the way of heaven will respond, and if the law is practiced on behalf of the sky, there will be aura gathered in the void for hundreds of millions of miles.

Xu Siyuan turned into ten thousand swords with one sword, and the light of the Divine Monument also shrouded the endless void, and there were also countless Divine Monuments that were connected to Xu Siyuan's long sword.

Above the heavenly court, the Queen Mother of Haotian has been paying attention to the changes in the battlefield.

The Queen Mother said softly: "The saint's blow is like a heavenly punishment, and if he is the enemy of the saint, he will fight against the entire heaven and earth, but that Xu Siyuan is indeed extraordinary, but I don't know if he can take this move!"

"Definitely can!" Haotian said with great affirmation: "The change from chaos to flood is a creation, and from chaos to chaos is not an evolution. ”

"Pangu is the master of the desolation, and in that void, Xu Siyuan is the creator of the void. ”

Haotian stretched out his hand to hold a ball of aura, and the aura in Haotian's hands could also be returned to chaos, but it was not as easy as Xu Siyuan.

"Although I haven't seen Pangu Open the Sky, Xu Siyuan's every move seems to have the shadow of Pangu, and even Sanqing doesn't seem to be as good as him,"

Haotian sighed slowly: "Xu Siyuan can now take the sage's blow!"

There is too much difference between a saint and a quasi-saint, and receiving a blow from a saint does not mean that Xu Siyuan can compete with a saint, but it means that Xu Siyuan has the possibility of becoming a saint.

The yin and yang of life and death and the destruction are all supreme avenues, and the foundation is built by the Tao, and Xu Siyuan is really expected to become holy in the future.

A flash of impulse flashed in Haotian's heart, and Haotian wanted to use his sword to kill Xu Siyuan, because his intuition told him that if he kept Xu Siyuan, he might become his great enemy in the future.

The killing intent in Haotian's heart surged out, but Haotian looked at the flood wilderness, the four holy beasts in the sky were looking at the battlefield, and the three emperors of the world were also staring at the battlefield.

Most of the gods of the desolate mountains and rivers are also from the sect, and the dispute between the interceptions is still the battle of the Three Qings in the final analysis, but if he Haotian killed Xu Siyuan with his own hands, not to mention that the holy beast will go against the sky, and to say that many gods and goddesses of mountains and rivers have turned the mountains and rivers upside down, it is enough for him to stand it.

Haotian sighed slowly: "Dao Ancestor's eternal plan is now, just wait for the future!"

Haotian continued to look at the battlefield, and sure enough, the Void seemed to have become Xu Siyuan's domain.

The swords in the law domain were connected, and there were countless spiritual powers colliding in an instant, which was enough to overturn the heavenly court and destroy the quasi-saints.

Hundreds of millions of miles of void are shattered, and the heavens and the earth reflected by infinite light are clear.

Countless beings bowed to the ground because they sensed the majesty of the saint.

Xu Siyuan's sword: Not weaker than a saint!