Xuankong's eyes were wide with anger, and the top of his smooth head was suddenly jumping; the Zen staff in his hand was waving, and the murderous spirit was soaring; it seemed that even the monks who had no quarrel with the world would change over the years; what doctrines and precepts were used to fool people; they could be broken or distorted continuously; just like Buddhism before ancient times, it preached good and evil, and there was a saying that if I don't go to hell, I will go to hell. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

Nowadays, Buddhism is at most a group of bald heads with a lot of rules, and their lives are extremely luxurious; there is even a saying that monks do not have many filial children, and it is rare for that monk to go to the early morning to become a monk.

This is Buddhism now, ridiculous! Ridiculous! Ridiculous! The monk was like crazy, with tears looming in his eyes, and he was gulping down the pig's leg in his hand.

What happened to this mad monk? Some people were puzzled, and many more were puzzled.

No one can understand the monk, the clouds through the clouds in the eyes of the monk in the clouds, an inexplicable breath in the heart flowing.

The screams never ceased from the first sound; it was just a battle, and the crescent-like blade was really like a crescent moon under the urging of Xuan Gong; the terrible crescent moon exuded the breath of ice and shattering everything;

"Kill-!'

Xuankong shouted loudly and pushed hard with both palms, and the huge crescent moon broke through and arrived in front of the monks in an instant, rapidly enlarged, from three feet to three feet, like a sickle giant blade in the hands of the god of death.

-- Zra -- !

The sound of a sharp blade cutting into flesh is the most perfect note in the world, and an ancient Tu once said.

At this moment, it is such a beautiful and extremely beautiful sound in front of me, which is tiresome - poof!

The limbs were divided in half, and the blood splattered high in the air, and the dark green viscera was sprinkled everywhere; followed by the second and third, the limbs flew everywhere, and the blood was splashed, although it was not a bloody raft, but it could also make a stream; the atmosphere was extremely miserable; the great monk of Xuankong was covered in blood, and he was no different from a demon.

"Do we really just care about it? Is this still a Buddha? Why does it look so strange!" Huo Wu clenched the jade flute and frowned, he couldn't stand it anymore, all he saw was a group of monks under the spirit realm, and in the blink of an eye, hundreds of people had been slaughtered by Xuankong.

"What's the matter, it's just a few dead ants, it's just insignificant!" Xuanyuan Jian said coldly, he stroked the brass ancient sword in his palm, and a bloodthirsty red flashed under his eyes. The corners of his mouth hooked up a very incompatible evil smile on his square face.

Fire Dancing Mountain's brow never stretched, maybe he had to do it.

The two communities know each other tacitly.

Whew!

With a sharp buzz, I saw the grass vines on the waist of the mountain fly out, and turned into a mottled grass dragon in the air, the head and tail of the grass dragon were distinct, and the four claws took off into the air, letting out a long dragon groan.

The dragon's groans were like substance. You can even see little green particles sprinkled on the crowd.

"What are you doing? Put away your means! This is the opportunity for my ancient clan to shock the world!" someone shouted, this man had a big head as a fight, but his stature was extremely short, his ears were blowing, his teeth were exposed and there were no lips, and his teeth were as black as ink, he was a monk from the Blacktooth Clan.

At this moment, the Blacktooth clan was furious, and they didn't want Lieshan Yi to stop this.

Woo!

Suddenly, a flute sound pierced through the heavens and the earth, like the Milky Way above the nine heavens falling into the jade plate, more like a basin of cold ice water poured down;

Woo-woo-!

The sound of the flute was long, like a girl's whimpering and awakening, especially those monks who seemed to have fallen into a demon, and even more excited the spirit to fight a cold war, and woke up from an inexplicable emotion, only to feel that the beast just now was not himself at all, but a beast that completely relied on instinct to fight.

Boom!!

Xuankong was furious, and the Zen staff danced like a huge wind wheel, and everything that stuck to it was broken bones and tendons, which was extremely miserable.

Someone shouted, quickly fought back, with weapons, and others shouted, and shot together, otherwise we would not be opponents.

Someone proposed, we don't believe that we can't beat this bald donkey, one person shouted, and at the same time drew the big sword behind his back, the big sword as a whole is like a huge door panel, the heavy sword has no edge, but it gives people a huge oppression dare, such a big black iron sword, unless it is born with divine power, it is difficult to wield it, let alone dance so easily to this person!

Kill!

The remaining hundreds of monks shouted at the same time, swords unfurled, and more than a hundred weapons were cold and shining, emitting a blinding light in the sunlight.

Up!

The big man holding the heavy sword shouted violently, and his majestic body slammed forward, and the whole body was like a monument toppling, and the heavy sword in his hand roared and slashed down in the air, but there was no fancy words in a simple downward split;

Boom!

This sword, even a small mountain in front of him can split in half, but in front of him is not a mountain, but Xuankong, the young king of the younger generation of Buddhism except for the monks.

--Bell-!

The heavy sword collided with the Zen staff, and the void near the contact point was shattered, and the entire Fang Yuanzhang Xu was pumped into a vacuum.

Xuankong didn't move, but his face was a little red;

Looking at the big man, it was not so good, a mouthful of blood came out of his mouth, which was mixed with a small amount of blood, and he suffered a lot of internal injuries. But the tower-like body of the Great Han stood straight and motionless, his eyes were resolute and inexplicable, and his body was full of earthy yellow energy, rolling like a dragon wrapped around his body.

--What a good man--!" Yunxiao's eyes narrowed and he said sincerely.

It's a pity that I can't see it, the road ahead is even more difficult, Yunxiao said to himself, he climbed all the way up from the Nine Secluded Land, not on the ground, the same class Yunxiao has to bear hundreds of times the pressure of others;

Yunxiao abandoned what was happening below and began to climb again; boom! Yunxiao raised his feet and climbed the first floor again, only to feel that his body sank, the "big mountain" on his back increased again, and the cells that had just relaxed up and down his body were suppressed by the mountain again! The sweat on Yunxiao's forehead soon flowed out, the blood vessels and meridians in his body were bulging, and the blood in his body was boiling, as if he was boiling a pot, and the steam was rising.

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