As soon as the white tiger moved, several monks who were guarding Fa Xiang's side with difficulty immediately shrank their pupils, and every hair on their bodies stood up.

But......

Even if they were afraid, they didn't retreat half a minute, they still stuck around the Fa Xiang, and they didn't know what amazing origin this great monk had to make them like this?

White Tiger, don't care about that.

From ancient times to the present day, the role it plays is extremely cruel.

Especially now, it sensed an extremely subtle, but very disliked, aura on the Faxiang's body, teasing its killing intent, stimulating its mind, and making it want to get rid of it quickly.

The tiger's claws were raised, and there was a faint howling wind, like a wind blade about to break through the air and smash the body of the law phase.

Several monks gritted their teeth, and in the murderous aura that stimulated their bodies and minds like ice, they were desperately trying to resist.

The monk himself, however, seemed to be very peaceful, breathing very gently, even more gently than when he was in meditation, and in addition, there was nothing unusual, more fearful, just full of blood, and he 'looked' at the white tiger with blind eyes, just like in a myth and legend...... A living Buddha who wants to feed the tiger with his body.

The next moment......

"My Buddha is !! Compassion"

Several monks shouted loudly and rushed towards the white tiger.

It's just that as soon as the cold light appeared, their bodies were cut through several extremely deep openings under the tiger's claws, and at the same time as the blood marks appeared, their bodies were torn into several pieces, and they died tragically on the spot.

At the same time, the cold light of the tiger's claw was undiminished, and the cold instantly invaded the whole body of the Dharma Xiang monk, which was even colder than the winter wind above the Tibetan wasteland.

However, suddenly, the white tiger suddenly stopped moving, and a trace of anger lit up in his huge blood-red eyes, and then retreated.

In the distance, the little fat man who was quietly broadcasting this scene was stunned, he didn't know what was going on, and he thought he was wrong, so he couldn't help but rub his eyes and look again.

Then, the little fat man found that there was one more person in the field.

No, it's two people.

The two people who didn't know how they appeared, suddenly stood as a monk of the Faxiang.

The two are a man and a woman.

The man was a young and handsome young man with sword eyebrows and starry eyes, and he was very handsome.

It's just that his handsome face always seems to have a faint coldness, and he looks expressionless.

"Pretend!"

The little fat man pursed his lips, subconsciously touched his fat face, and muttered, "It's clear that I'm not as handsome as the fat man." ”

The woman should be a patient with myasthenia gravis and paralysis, and at the moment her whole body is hanging on the man, and her pretty face is close to the man's shoulder, looking very intimate.

Looking at the little fat man's live broadcast, he couldn't see the woman's face.

But......

From that posture, from that back, almost no one wanted to believe that this woman was not beautiful.

So, after the little fat man pouted, he said sourly.

"Phew, shameless. ”

......

A man and a woman are Haotian and Lin Ruoxue.

Lin Ruoxue didn't expect Haotian to be so puzzled, she came to the field in one step, turned her eyes and saw that there were more than a dozen monks around, and suddenly she was from her heart, and it was not good to be entangled in Haotian anymore, so she hurriedly jumped up with a red face and ran to the side of the white tiger.

Slightly frightened, he stretched out his right hand and touched the fluff on the white tiger's forehead, the white tiger snorted a little dissatisfied, but his body was still very honestly smaller, and he turned into a small brain axe, and was hugged by Lin Ruoxue.

There was silence in the field.

Only a dozen monks who knelt on the ground and begged for mercy dared to gasp loudly when they saw that the god-killing grandfather of the White Tiger had finally received his magical powers.

In addition, there may only be the faint sound of blood flowing from the body of the great monk of the Law Phase.

Still didn't care about the injuries on his body, and didn't care about the monks who saved him from being broken by the claws of the white tiger, Fa Xiang turned his head with difficulty and 'looked' at Haotian.

That appearance is like a blind man at the corner of the street and the bridge, looking pathetically at the sky.

It's just that the sky is dark.

Perhaps he didn't expect that this blind monk Buddha's heart was so firm, Haotian suddenly opened his mouth and said.

"What do you see?"

"It's dark!"

Fa Xiang suddenly smiled, as if he knew something.

"How dark is it?"

Haotian asked.

Fa Xiang's smile was purer, but the smile with his eyes closed looked a little weird, and he spoke.

"It's as dark as the 'last days' recorded in Buddhism. ”

There is a cloud in Buddhism: 'The last days'.

That's right......

Every 129,600 years, the Son of Destiny will come into the world, and he will be reincarnated.

The name of the son of destiny is Haotian, Haotian entered the world, the world was extremely cold, the sky fell into darkness, the earth was exhausted, the six reincarnations collapsed, and the human dead spirit prevailed.

This is the last days, and it is also the ...... The end of the law era.

In the era of the end of the Dharma, the Dharma was extinguished, the Buddha closed his eyes, the Buddha slept, demons and monsters emerged in an endless stream, and all living beings could not survive.

If this calamity is not overcome, all living beings will be wiped out, and the Three Realms will return to peace, and then they will be reborn.

If this calamity is over, the Dharma does not record it.

Perhaps, after the passage, it is the Buddha who speaks, the Buddha awakens, and the Dharma shines all over the world.

"Hahahaha......", Haotian suddenly laughed out loud when he heard this, and responded: "Do you believe it? How long has it been since the Buddha, how long has it been since the Dharma, what ability and wisdom does Gautama have to dare to say such words?"

Hearing Haotian once again call the name of 'Buddha Rulai', the smile on the face of the great monk Fa Xiang remained unchanged, nodded with difficulty, and said with a smile.

Because the signs of the end of the Dharma era have risen, and the poor monk's eyes are dark. ”

Speaking of this, he paused slightly, then turned his head sideways, and a dark gaze seemed to fall on Xu Fu, who was seriously injured like a dead dog in the distance, and then spoke again.

"The dead are about to be resurrected, and Haotian has entered the world. Donor, do you believe it or not?"

"I only believe in myself. ”

Haotian smiled, didn't care about him anymore, and strode away.

It's just that, suddenly, the Faxiang monk raised his hand and grabbed Haotian's calf, and the blood-stained palm immediately left a handprint.

"Donor, in ancient times, there were Buddhas who fed tigers with their bodies, and there were Buddhas who cut meat and fed eagles, why are donors so selfish?"

Not far away, the white tiger scratched his head when he heard this, very puzzled.

Lin Ruoxue frowned, as if she understood.

Haotian naturally understood what he meant, this poor monk wanted to persuade ...... Do you want to be merciful on the grounds of the 'age of the end of the law' and all living beings in the world?

Absurd!!!

Haotian laughed again, his expression full of disdain.