After the destruction of the Buddha, it is difficult to see those large and small temples and monks in the cultivation world, the last Buddhist holy land Lingshan Temple, is also hidden in the south, few temple people are born to walk, so for many junior monks in the cultivation world, Buddhism has even become an ethereal legend, but Fang Xing was born in the ordinary, but I still remember that when I was a child, I saw those temple Buddha statues in the mortal world, kind eyebrows and kind eyes, floating outside the world, sitting upright, and it seems to be in charge of the Void Temple, eternal unchanged.

Now in the tenth formation, Song Guichan is like the Buddha statue he saw in his childhood.

Looking at the appearance, Song Guichan is just a young man, wearing a white robe, sitting on a lotus platform with faint red flames, like a big Buddha sitting in the void, unmoving, his eyes drooping, and his facial lines are soft, unlike Zhao Changhe, who is handsome and handsome like a blade, nor like Xie Linyuan, who is like an ancient, with a wide forehead and high cheeks, Song Guichan's appearance actually looks a little ordinary, but the quiet and peaceful meaning of Meiyu makes him have an extra holy aura.

This kind of aura, as soon as people see him, they will have a heart of awe and admiration, and the sense of closeness arises spontaneously.

Although he didn't have the slightest murderous aura on his body, in front of him, no one could afford to resist.

Fairy wind Buddha bones, holy face king!

It was a very strange feeling that the tenth formation was wide open, and Song Guichan, the son of the Pure Yang Dao, was revealed in front of the juniors of Nanzhan, but in the hearts of these people, they couldn't bring up the feeling of being like a great enemy, knowing that this person was an obstacle to the last level of their Nanzhan Path, and knowing that the Dao Protector Alliance against Nanzhan Monk had also been formed in the name of this person. But subconsciously he will not be hostile to him.

There was silence for a while. Song Gui Zen is a god. Sitting on top of the heads of the cultivators, it seems to be worshipped.

"Ah...... Phew!"

Fang Xing didn't like it as soon as he saw Song Guichan.

Born to look down on these people who eat by their faces!

"You're Song Zhi?"

With a loud shout, Nanzhan Zhuxiu, who was suppressed by the Buddha's will on Song Guichan's body, woke up, Fang Xing held his hand behind his back, squinted at Song Guichan with an unkind face, and said loudly: "In the first few formations, the nine forces of gold, wood, water, fire, earth, wind, evil, thunder, and life have been fiddled one by one, but I don't know what you are playing in this last battle?

"Song knows?"

It was originally in front of Song Guichan. Nan Zhan Zhuxiu, whose head was about to turn away, subconsciously thought about it.

But when his head turned around, he immediately understood, and he couldn't cry or laugh in his heart, Song Guichan is not Song Guichan, right?

I don't know if the little devil really doesn't know, or if he deliberately gives people a nickname.

However, the sound of "Song knows" inexplicably weakened the pressure on Song Guichan's juniors in Nanzhan by a little.

"Whew!"

Hearing this sentence, Song Guichan, who had been slightly closing his eyes, also slowly opened his eyes, a pair of eyes that were so deep that he couldn't see the bottom. There seemed to be a flash of fine light, and his eyes looked at it. The pressure suppressed on the heads of the cultivators seemed to increase nearly a hundred times in another instant, and among the Nanzhan monks, the cultivators who were weaker did not dare to come out at this time, so they subconsciously lowered their heads and did not dare to look at him.

"I'm the tenth formation, and if I defeat me, I'll pass the formation!"

Song Guichan spoke softly, but the meaning of his words was like a chariot running over the hearts of the juniors in Nanzhan.

Crazy, aren't you......

At the beginning, Fang Xing broke through ten formations with the strength of one person, and he was already crazy to the limit.

And this Song Guichan now opened his mouth indifferently, he was the tenth formation, but it instantly made people feel that Fang Xing was compared.

Is this to stop all the juniors of Nanzhan with the power of one person?

Even Fang Xing's eyes lit up, and he sneered: "You are very crazy, Song Zhi!"

In the face of his verbal ridicule, Song Guichan's eyebrows remained unmoved, and he didn't even have the slightest fluctuation in his voice, and said lightly: "It's not arrogant, it's just that I can't bear to see the killing again!" Fang Daoyou, you broke through from the first formation, the blood flowed like a river, and the killing was endless, didn't you have the slightest mercy? This tenth formation was originally an immortal killing array, and I and the junior brothers and sisters of the Pure Yang Dao were in charge of the chaotic power, even if the immortals entered this formation, they would also fall. I don't know how many people will be killed, I don't know how many people will die because of guarding this formation, I can't bear to see this killing, and I intend to use me alone for these ten formations, if you still have half a bit of mercy, why don't you learn from me and send all your junior brothers and sisters to leave the formation, only you and I will fight, how about determining the cause and effect of this Nanzhan Path?"

"World War I Determines Cause and Effect ......"

When Fang Xing heard this, he was secretly shocked in his heart, but said with a smile: "Are you willing to do it? There are a lot of you!"

Song Guichan smiled faintly, disdainful of explanation, just flicked the sleeves of his robe, and said softly: "Senior Brother Mo, take the disciples out of the battle!"

"Obey the decree of Senior Brother!"

Behind Song Guichan, a person respectfully agreed, and with the voice, a burly man appeared.

Carrying an ancient sword, the breath is overwhelming, and it is imminent.

It was not only him who appeared, but five people in a row, all of whom were distributed around Song Guichan's body, like five protectors of the Buddha, suspended in mid-air, with a high fighting spirit, it was the five true legends of the Pure Yang Dao, and the Pure Yang Dao was also the seven true legends, but the Crane Lingzi was trapped in the Demon Emperor Pavilion of the Northern Demon Land, and had not yet returned to the mountain, so there were only six true legends who appeared in this big array at this time.

With the appearance of these five people, in the void, there were hundreds of monks, majestic and majestic, and smoke and clouds gathered.

They were originally in this void, but they were only covered by the Buddha's light on Song Guichan's body, and at this time, Song Guichan's qi was retracted, and this group of pure yang dao disciples all showed their figures, one by one, with proud expressions, looking at Nanzhan Zhuzi condescendingly.

This group of Pure Yang Dao disciples put more than thirty percent of the pressure on the junior cultivators of Nanzhan Sect.

Now most of the Nanzhan juniors have experienced a vicious battle in the Fu Qi Dao, their strength has been greatly damaged, and they have shown fatigue, and they will suffer a big loss when they encounter this group of pure yang dao disciples, but no one expected that as soon as this group of disciples appeared, Song Guichan planned to let them leave the battle, whether it was true or not, Song Guichan's move did avoid a big killing, otherwise, the two sides of the people and horses fought, no matter whether the Nanzhan juniors won or lost, and the disciples of the pure yang dao, there would inevitably be a bloody end.

And this approach is undoubtedly the Pure Yang Dao is at a loss, because the Pure Yang Dao True Traditions plus a group of disciples, with the power of the tenth array, the strength is undoubtedly much stronger than the Nanzhan junior, Song Guichan in order to avoid too much killing, sent the Pure Yang Dao disciples out of the battle, and then opened the door of the formation, only with Fang Xing to determine the cause and effect, but gave up many advantages.

Seeing this scene, a group of juniors in Nanzhan also set their eyes on Fang Xing.

The Pure Yang Dao disciples have already withdrawn from the big array, and it is time for the junior Nanzhan to follow, but they are still waiting for Fang Xing's words.

For them, in fact, the original intention of entering the formation was just to send Fang Xing to the tenth formation, in front of Song Guichan......

It's just that when the eyes of all the Nanzhan juniors saw Fang Xing's body, he was casually smiling beside him, without saying a word, until the pure Yang Dao disciple Yu listed the big array, he finally laughed, and said to Song Guichan: "Song knows, I have lost my eyes, master, you really dare to stop my Nanzhan fellow Daoists with the strength of one person, no matter whether you win or lose, you have a kind!"

When these words came out, several Nanzhan juniors were a little surprised, and they turned their heads to look at him.

That's not right!

They sent the Pure Yang Dao disciples out of the battle, because they wanted to fight with you to determine cause and effect......

However, before this thought fell, Fang Xing, who was smiling, suddenly frowned, and stepped out with a bang, his two fingers and ten fingers clenched into a fist, and waved it downward, but he saw that the sky and the earth suddenly changed color, and I don't know when a dark cloud condensed in the air, and as Fang Xing's ten fingers were clenched, dazzling thunder poured out of the air, and Song Guichan was enveloped in an instant.

"Fang Daoyou, do you really pity the lives of fellow Nanzhan Daoists?"

Song Guichan stood with his right palm in front of his chest, his thumb and index finger clasped in a circle, and the other three fingers were erected.

"If you really regret your life, why did you go earlier?"

Fang Xing drank heavily, and seeing that the thunder technique could not break through Song Guichan's Buddha light, he simply rushed forward directly.

"It's your business to pretend to be a big head of garlic, and the master is here to break into battle, not to pretend to be a monk......"

Fang Xing's body was running like electricity, and at the same time, he didn't forget to turn around and look south to the juniors: "Hit him with a piece!"

With a bang, he and Song Guichan's palms intersected, and they fought viciously in one place.

But the juniors of Nanzhan still looked at each other, a little unresponsive.

Even if he reacted, he was a little hesitant, and a thought inevitably rose in his heart: This is not good......

"That's the thing, I'm a demon clan who came in to play for you, why do you have to spare your life so much, what they do in the Pure Yang Dao is their business, we have only one purpose, that is, to break this tenth formation, the Pure Yang Dao to defend the formation, and the Pure Yang Dao will be defeated, and Song Guichan will be defeated if he is in the formation, and Song Guichan will be defeated, if he spares his life, he shouldn't have come in just now......"

The big golden crow turned the huge bird's head, shouted with a sneer, and said, spreading his wings and preparing to pounce.

"That's not bad, it's good that the disciples of the Pure Yang Dao are here or not, anyway, this prince doesn't plan to retire ......"

Li Ying smiled, his body was full of ghosts, and in the midst of shouting, he was ready to make a move.

"Whoosh" "Whoosh"

Suddenly, two figures rushed out first, one was Han Ying who was holding a spear, and the other was Wang Qiong, who was driving the two wheels of wind and fire.

The two young people from the Western Desert have a common characteristic, that is, there is little nonsense.

"Oops, it's been preempted again......"

The baby monster screamed and rushed up after their butts. (To be continued.) )

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