Chapter 115: Boy, take the sword

Because of the addition of Xiao Sanniang and Zhu Chenhuan, the originally clear battlefield was instantly confused, and the Zhijian and Zhijue of Wuchan Temple were still full of sword intent and killing intent, even if the man controlled by the magic sword had exhausted the last trace of vitality in his body, he still couldn't resist the invasion of Buddha light. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

The magic sword is only a magic sword after all, although it can control the power of the host, but it is also restricted by the strength of the host, the honest man is not the kind of genius who is unique, just because he can withstand the invasion of the demonic energy of the moment, and reach an agreement with the moment, so that the moment can give full play to the man's potential of three hundred percent.

At this time, the last trace of the man's potential was also squeezed dry, even if there was no attack by the monks of the Wuzen Temple, he would definitely not survive today, so under the perfect cooperation of Zhijian and Zhijue, the place that could be turned around in an instant was getting smaller and smaller.

Originally, if there were no other accidents, only the two young monks of Wuchan Temple could solve this demon, but because of the addition of Xiao Sanniang and Zhu Chenhuan, the footsteps of the monks of Wuchan Temple were a little confused.

And the magic sword also happened to seize this slightest opportunity in an instant, draining the last trace of vitality of the honest man, the ancient Mo Lan's sword body exuded a huge power that changed the color of the heavens and the earth, and the demonic aura was monstrous, directly crushing the already crumbling inn, only to hear a bang, a huge inn that could block the sand and dust was uprooted in this way, and spun twice in the air, instantly turning into countless debris.

Seeing this, Zhijian and Zhijue's faces became extremely solemn, Zhijian's whole body was full of Buddha light, and the milky white vitality instantly came out of his body, frantically pouring into Zhijue's body, who served as the blade.

Zhijue's face turned red, and his whole body became as red and hot as a soldering iron in the next moment, and the surrounding air was faintly distorted by the high temperature, and from a distance, it was as if there had been a spatial dislocation, and it was hard to believe that this was an anomaly caused by two young monks who were only in their twenties.

Although Xiao Sanniang joined the battlefield, she didn't make a direct move, she just stood aside with her hands on her chest, her eyes narrowed slightly, and she didn't have the idea of stopping without moving.

And Zhu Chenhuan had just taken two steps forward, but he was blocked by Huitong, a senior monk of Wuchan Temple.

"Amitabha, there is an infernal hell ahead, don't make a mistake for yourself. ”

Huitong folded his hands, his face was full of compassion, and his eyebrows were lowered.

Zhu Chenhuan glanced at the magic sword moment whose momentum had accumulated to the apex and the two little monks of Wuzen Temple, and saw that they suddenly touched, and the entire desert was shaken, and the qi that flowed out made the sandstorm that had just arrived instantly tear clean and dissipate into invisibility.

He clenched his hands into fists, looked at the old monk in front of him coldly, and said, "I don't know what Infernal Hell is, I only know that if I stop here, there will be a lot of trouble in the future." ”

Huitong shook his head and said, "People in Buddhism, killing demons is the first priority, since the donor is disturbed by the devil, we naturally want to help the donor get rid of the demons." ”

Zhu Chenhuan squinted his eyes, and just saw Xiao Sanniang hooking his hand towards him, he smiled helplessly, and said, "Are you sure you can solve this demon?"

"If the donor helps, you are 50% sure. Huitong said with a glance.

Zhu Chenhuan shrugged his shoulders and smiled: "I'm not a high monk or Buddha, I want to do things that are unfavorable to me at the expense of my own interests, since I am only fifty percent sure of cooperating with you, then why don't I cooperate with her, won't I be seventy percent sure when the time comes?"

Huitong still folded his hands, a round of colorful Buddha light appeared behind his mind, he raised his eyebrows to look at Zhu Chenhuan, who was dressed as a scholar, shook his head and said: "The donor has a Buddha root that is unique in ten thousand, and has a great Buddha fate, don't make a mistake by mistake, take refuge in Buddhism with poor monks, and cultivate the right result, which is the right way." ”

I don't know why, as soon as he heard the words of the old monk, Zhu Chenhuan couldn't help but be irritable in his heart, he thought of the matter of learning scriptures in the west five hundred years ago, thought of what the monkey became after becoming a Buddha, thought of the bald donkey who was dead and returned to the Tang Dynasty, and thought of the honest sand monk who chanted scriptures and prayed to the Buddha all day long, praying that he would one day be able to see the woman who had no hope of getting together in this life.

He thought of a lot, a lot of things, thinking of all kinds of things to become a Buddha, this world has been less since the day they became Buddhas, there is less of the Monkey King who makes a big fuss in the sky, there is less of a stupid pig who can love Chang'e who can love Chang'e, there is one less Tang monk who believes in Buddha and recites Buddha all day long, and even an ant can't bear to step on it, there is one less old demon of the quicksand river who is so honest that he is almost stupid but thinks all day long that he wants to see the fairy in the sky in the future, and there is also one less little dragon horse who is not a dragon king but becomes a white horse and is ridden...... This world, this ten thousand worlds, from that day on, there are really too many things missing.

Silence, no turmoil!

Dead, Ya is a pool of stagnant water!

This kind of Buddha, this kind of immortal, this kind of ten thousand worlds, what is the use of it?

The vitality in Zhu Chenhuan's body flowed wildly in his body at an uncontrollable speed, and the living water acupoint of the fourth layer of the Hongmeng Creation Recipe also began to rotate rapidly, and the vitality was absorbed by the acupoint, and it was quickly created into a more refined vitality by the living water, circulating around the meridians of his whole body, and then coming out of the body, and then, within a radius of ten miles from Zhu Chenhuan, the vitality between heaven and earth was empty, including the magic sword instant, including the three high monks of Wuchan Temple, including Xiao Sanniang, the sixth woman on the Dongsheng list, everyone was shocked to find that they had lost the ability to communicate with the vitality of heaven and earth！

Their perception and use of vitality were deprived at this moment.

At this moment, everyone looked at Zhu Chenhuan, whose face changed sharply, and saw that Zhu Chenhuan's whole body was covered by vitality, and the thickness of vitality was like a big cocoon, enveloping Zhu Chenhuan in it.

With Zhu Chenhuan's inhalation and exhalation, the cocoon-like vitality flickered and dimmed, and everyone could feel that Zhu Chenhuan in the cocoon of vitality was slowly forming an aura that made everyone unknown and frightened.

This breath is like an ancient breath, mixed with an ancient and thick sound, beating on everyone's heart.

Xiao Sanniang's beautiful eyes kept changing, she looked at the few people who were shocked, and then looked at the magic sword that the sword body had changed back to its original state due to the deprivation of vitality, and finally the silver teeth bit lightly, took out a short sharp blade in her hand, walked behind the man, and pushed the sharp blade, directly piercing the man's heart.

The honest man spat out a mouthful of pitch-black blood, and the magic sword fell from his hand in an instant, and the whole person had no trace of life, and collapsed backwards.

Xiao Sanniang hurriedly caught the man who fell to the ground, the man's vision was blurred, and his pupils continued to contract, as if he felt the warmth of his back, he tried to open his eyes wide, and after seeing this beautiful and bewitching face again, the corners of his mouth finally showed a knowing smile.

He opened his mouth, but before he could say a word, his palm fell heavily, his neck crooked, and there was no breath of life.

Xiao Sanniang slowly exhaled a breath of turbidity, her eyes were slightly closed, and a crystal teardrop slipped down her cheek, blending into the pale desert, and she could no longer be found.

"Persist for three years, enough, it's really enough, your sins have been atoned for, and my demon who has disappeared for three years should be reborn......"

Xiao Sanniang gently put the honest man on the yellow sand, and when she opened her eyes again, her whole body vitality returned to her body again, only to see her look indifferent, and kicked the magic sword that fell to the ground in an instant, and said coldly: "Boy, take the sword-" (To be continued.) )