"Hmph, the brute is pretty fast!"

The long-bearded old monk's face changed slightly, and he put away his contemptuous face.

"Old bald donkey, can you die if you don't have a hard mouth? Obviously, you sensed the wrong direction, and insisted that your grandfather Xiong ran fast!" Xiong Da grinned disdainfully, his small wings stirred, and his huge body disappeared again.

"If you use the same move again, you'll be old!" The long-bearded old monk's eyes flashed, and he didn't take back the original god. In his mind, since following you behind your ass won't catch you, stop you before you attack.

"You can't go wrong this time, here!"

Suddenly, the long-bearded old monk let out a loud shout of surprise, and his body exploded straight up, and at the same time, the demon descending pestle bloomed with immeasurable light, and slammed down.

"Roar!"

A roar that shook the heavens and the earth resounded through the heavens and the earth, and a gray bear paw appeared out of thin air, covering the entire sky. Endless murderous aura surged out, flooding the area, and many plants and trees withered on the spot, turning into flying ashes.

"Poof!"

The bear's paw stepped directly on the golden demon pestle. The Demon Suppression Pestle only lasted for a moment before it shattered, and then the terrifying pressure permeated and crashed down.

The poor long-bearded old monk didn't even have time to scream, and together with the relics golden pill, he was killed by Xiong Da under the palm, turned into blood foam, and completely lost his soul.

"The direction is right, but it's a pity that you misestimated your Grandpa Xiong's strength!" Xiong Dayao paced out of the void with a proud expression, still with that honest expression on his face.

"Senior Brother Longbeard!"

The short-haired old monk who watched the long-bearded old monk die in front of his eyes let out a sad cry, holding the broken demon-slaying pestle tightly in his hand. His face was sad.

"Tsk, old bald donkey, people die like lights go out, don't be more sad. Amitabha!"

Xiong Da pretended to stand up, saluted the short-haired old monk, and ran back to Li Qingming's side.

Li Qingming looked at the remaining thousands of Vajra, Buddhas and Bodhisattvas present with a blank look in his eyes, and said, "If you are willing to surrender, I can let you go." If you resist, then this old bald donkey is your example!"

"Brute, the old monk is fighting with you!" the short-haired old monk's eyes were red, and hatred had overwhelmed him. He held the long-bearded old monk's broken demon-slaying pestle in both hands. Rushed straight over.

"Poof!"

Blood-glittering. Xiong Da killed this shocking sub-saint power with one palm, ending his life.

"No, no, escape, quickly flee to the Venerable Temple and the Buddha Lord Dao Hall. The Great Elder and the Buddha Lord will definitely not let them go!"

Finally someone broke down. They began to howl. Trying his best to use the Buddha power in his body, he rushed into the distance.

"Run, can you run!" Li Qingming smiled coldly. With a wave of his hand, he said, "Let me kill it!"

"Ah......h

And so the slaughter began, even more brutally.

In the Endless Buddha Realm. Disciples of Buddhism enjoy the highest privileges.

One by one, they are standing tall and saying that Buddhism helps the world with compassion, but behind their backs, they are frantically exploiting ordinary people for the power of personal faith, spiritual treasures, and refining materials.

Coupled with the incomprehensible hatred between the Great Thousand Realms and Zhongtian Shijie, killing these monks, Li Qingming will not have a little soft-heartedness, let alone a little psychological burden.

"Ahh

"I don't want to die!"

The Buddhas, Bodhisattvas, and Vajra who fled frantically let out a miserable scream in unison, how could their group of monks from the Great Luo Jin Immortal Realm stop the killing footsteps of hundreds of quasi-saints.

More than 100 quasi-saints, among the thousands of Buddhas, are like entering a no-man's land, and the blood of the West Pole Heaven and Earth of the Saint Buddha Star killed is like a river, and the white bones of the forest are splashed everywhere!

Time passed, the moon was in the middle of the sky, and all the disciples of the Buddhist sect in the land of the West Pole were conferred their heads.

When everything fell silent, there was nothing but blood.

"Change Jihua, our troops are divided into five ways to destroy several secret places of the Buddha Sect, and we will fight quickly. Don't let people wait!" Li Qingming looked at the West Pole Land like a slaughterhouse, smiled coldly, and flew to the East Pole of the Endless Buddha Domain alone with twenty quasi-saints.

Li Qingquan led 20 quasi-saints to fly to the South Pole, Long Xuhu led 20 quasi-saints to the North Pole, and Yin Xi led 20 quasi-saints to the land of the four seas of the endless Buddha realm.

"The rest of the donors, please follow the little monk and me!" Shakyamuni beckoned the remaining quasi-saints and went straight to the Buddha Lord Transformation Hall.

The East Pole, the South Pole, the North Pole, the Four Seas, the hidden places of the four Buddhist sects, almost at the same time, spit out a stream of divine light, and one after another Locking Void Arrays were thrown down, each enveloping these four places.

The roars, the pleas for mercy, and the dead corpse were crisscrossed and intertwined, playing a requiem.

Just as in the past, Buddhism robbed other Zhongtian shijie for more resources and more faith. Now that disaster has befallen the Endless Buddha Realm, this has to be said to be an irony.

"Kill!"

The entire Ten Thousand Buddha Ancient Star shouted and killed the sky, and the planet seemed to be suddenly given life and came to life. The war was raging, and the earth was stained with blood.

......

In the middle of the holy Buddha star, the Buddha is transformed into a Taoist hall.

The Buddha master, dressed in a yellow monk's robe, sat on a futon with a frown, and said to a red-robed monk below: "Po Suo, what do you think?"

The red-robed monk below is wearing a wide red robe, and the robe has a strange style, like the robes of lamas on earth. In addition, he was eight feet tall, with clear eyebrows and a ruby-like red mark the size of a grain of rice.

He pondered for a long time and said, "Amitabha, my Buddha, if it is really the attack of other Zhongtian Shijie, there is still some room for maneuver. But what if it's a person from the Pangu Great Thousand Realms? I'm still more inclined to the latter kind of speculation. ”

"But as far as I know, there are not many of them, at best there are six or seven!" said the Buddha's expression was surprised.

"Well, prepare for the worst!" she sighed, the scarlet mark on her brow shining brighter.

"You mean......" The Buddha's eyes widened in surprise.

"If it's really those guys from the Great Thousand Realms, our Endless Buddha Domain will face annihilation. Rather than let the master's lifelong foundation be ruined in our hands, it is better to give it a go and completely destroy them with the help of Liliang behind the demon night!"

......

The bright moon hung high, the holy Buddha star was desolate, and all the hidden secret places of the Buddha sect were completely wiped out by Li Qingming.

At this moment, everyone was rushing towards the Buddha Lord Transformation Hall in the middle at full speed, and everyone was full of fighting intent.

The silent Buddha Lord Dao Hall is adjacent to the Venerable Temple, and Shakyamuni hid in the sky with twenty quasi-saints.

"Whoa, whoa!"

Suddenly, the void trembled, and hundreds of rays of light flew towards the Buddha Lord Dao Hall from all directions.

Shakyamuni looked at those brilliant lights, and the corners of his mouth hooked up a cold smile: "It's coming!" (to be continued......