"Demon Sword Rakshasa ?" Hearing this title, the horror in the heart of the ancient Buddha Vaishava was not to mention how big it was. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

Rakshasa knew that he was just the second disciple of the reincarnation Taoist, and in his impression, he was not even at the realm of quasi-saints, and he was not taken into account by this powerful ancient Buddha at all.

Similarly, he also knows the title of demon knife. In the past few days, the mastermind behind the attack on Buddhism and the almost devastating blow to the various plans of Buddhism, the person who is the most feared by the Medicine Buddha among the three super masters, is called the Demon Knife.

The demon knife, there is no doubt about it, is a knife, a knife that is so strange that it is dazzling. As for the record of this demon sword, not to mention anything else, the ancient Buddha of Vaishava knew that his current boss, the Lord of Ten Thousand Buddhas, the Oriental Glazed Medicine Master, respected the King Buddha, was in the hands of this demon knife, and he had suffered a small loss.

Rakshasa and demon sword, two completely different class characters, can even be said to be one heaven and one earth. The ancient Buddha of Vaishaba could be proud of the rakshasas, but he could only look up at the demon sword, but what he didn't expect was that these two people turned out to be the same.

"Medicine Buddha, there is a wrong, there is a debtor, the person I want to find is not you. The old man spat out the words softly, and the arrogance in his tone made the ancient Buddha of Vaishava tremble.

Dare to love, this demon sword, he didn't take the Lord of Ten Thousand Buddhas in his eyes at all.

Bitter smile, on the face of the Oriental Glazed Medicine Master Venerable Wang Buddha, there was no other expression at all except for the bitter smile that was piled up. The temper of this demon knife is still as irritable as ever.

"Your Excellency Demon Sword, even if you are powerful to the sky, in the eyes of the saint, you are just turning your hands and becoming powder, so why bother?" said the Medicine Buddha.

As the lord of all Buddhas, the Oriental Glass Medicine Master Zun Wang Buddha is a good man with exquisite faces. His personality is not as strong as that of Duobao Rulai back then, and his strength is not as weak as that of Burning Lamp Rulai in the past, the most important thing is that he knows how to judge the situation and can speak.

On such a cusp, the Oriental Glass Medicine Master Zun Wang Buddha can not offend, so he must not offend, even if he is offended, he must maintain a good personal relationship between the two parties. At this point, it can only be said that he has quite a good personal charm. At least, in the heart of the demon knife, he definitely hates the entire Buddha sect, but he is not so repulsive to this bitter Lord of Ten Thousand Buddhas.

Otherwise, the demon knife that responded to him would never be such a sentence, but a knife.

"Hengzhu is a death, it's better to see if Zhun Ti Lao'er can take my three more knives. The old man ignored Medicine Buddha's persuasion, but just grasped the scimitar in his hand tighter.

This sentence is really amazing, and even the heart of the Medicine Buddha is afraid that he will be scared half to death. When the two saints returned, they did not say a word about the injuries. It is up and down the Buddha Gate, no one knows at all, and when he was still in the realm of Ming, Rakshasa almost beheaded the Zhun Ti Saint with a demon knife and even his soul flew out.

Although, there are still many factors in this, such as the poor state of the Zhun Ti Saint at that time, and the carelessness of the enemy, but now the Rakshasa has reached the peak of the Quasi-Saint, such a strength, I am afraid that it really has the strength to fight.

In this way, the mouth of the Medicine Buddha, who was already bitter, seemed to be stuffed with a hundred coptis at once, making him so bitter that he almost didn't even know what his surname was. is also the Lord of Ten Thousand Buddhas, why was the original Buddha able to be majestic for so long, and he, the Medicine Buddha, had to pay for his smiling face here?

"Your Excellency Demon Sword, this time, it's better to just forget it, your strength is stronger than me, but for a while, you have absolutely no way to defeat me. The eunuch benefactor was afraid that he was not the opponent of the ancient Buddha of Vaishva, who had the Seven Treasures Wonderful Tree in his hand, so he might as well give up. The Medicine Buddha sighed, still intending to take a step back.

"Do you think I can't beat you?" the old man took a step forward instead of retreating. This step made the Medicine Buddha feel as if some wonderful fluctuations had begun to occur between heaven and earth, and a huge pressure was spreading in his direction.

With a "grunt", the Medicine Buddha swallowed a mouthful of saliva, waved his hand helplessly, and illuminated a light beside him very brightly.

"In this way, even if I am not as good as Your Excellency, I can guarantee that I will not be defeated for the time being. "Standing beside the Medicine Buddha is nothing else, it is the treasure of the saint who is mainly used for defense. With such a magic weapon in hand, it is really not so easy for Rakshasa to easily defeat the Medicine Buddha.

"What if you add me?" a sharp chill suddenly struck. Except for the old man whose skills were incomparable, no one could see what kind of speed this cold man could hide from the divine consciousness of everyone present and suddenly kill in.

A white-clothed immortal with long hair fluttering, holding an incomparably sharp peerless sword, stood proudly above the clouds, facing the Medicine Buddha, the Lord of the Ten Thousand Buddhas of Buddhism.

"Teaching, Yuding?" the old man raised his head, the light in his eyes flashed, and he could see that he was quite interested in this immortal who had just arrived.

"Medicine Buddha, call out the person behind you. There are some things that do need to be calculated. In the eyes of Yuding Zhenren, there was no fear of the saint at all, but there was that kind of eager challenge.

"This, this ......." Medicine Buddha was speechless. The name of this Yuding real person in front of him, Rao is he has lived in seclusion for countless years, and he has also heard it by chance.

In the past, it was not Yuding Zhenren who was famous, but Yuding Zhenren's apprentice, Heavenly Court's first general, Erlang Xiansheng Zhenjun Yang Jian, a genius who could reach the Golden Immortal in the Battle of the Ancient Gods. Of course, until now, Yang Jian is not a particularly powerful character, but in the past, his reputation was still quite large.

With the name of his apprentice, Yuding Zhenren also has a bit of fame, but it will definitely not reach the current height. The Medicine Buddha doesn't even need to probe, he can feel the kind of edge that Yuding Zhenren exudes at any time to penetrate people, and this kind of strength is definitely not below him.

"Isn't this the disciple of Uncle Yuan Shi? Their twelve golden immortals are the most powerful so far, but the realm of Da Luo Jin Immortals, how can there be a person with such strength? Didn't the master say that the exposition has been cleansed?" One of the heads of the Medicine Buddha is now two big. A single demon sword has already made it a little difficult for him to deal with, and now with a sword maker who is not much inferior, let him not live?

Far away, in a rather large mansion in Dongsheng Shenzhou, Hill, who had no mana, sat on the seat above, gently smelling a cup of tea that was fragrant to the extreme, and the sadness and pain of what kind of power was wasted, there was no trace of it from him.

It seems that after unloading the burden, he lives more easily, more freely, and unrestrained.

"Pick up the old man, Zhun Ti old man, wait, my demon god Ciel, this gift to you is not only teaching. You have given me such a valuable gift, and I will naturally give you a big gift to be able to repay it. ”

No one answered, because there was no one else in the room but Hill. After a long time, I could only hear the sound of tea and admiration.