Seeing that Fa Yuan was about to be suppressed, some people had even imagined the scene of Fa Yuan falling in a pool of blood.

However, many people know that the Dharma is the strongest cultivation in the generation of the White Horse Temple, and the White Horse Temple will not see death and cannot be saved.

Sure enough, in the White Horse Temple, an old monk rushed out, it was a one-armed old monk, and he was also the master of the Fayuan, and the master of the White Horse Temple.

"Evil animal, look for death!"

The one-armed old monk held a ring knife in his left hand, and before the person arrived, a Buddha light knife shot out from the top of the ring knife, slashing towards Ning Wujian, the knife was extremely sharp, as if it had cut the air, and scratched an obvious scratch.

"Hmph, hit the little one and the old one......"

Ning Wuqian had already expected that the force behind Fa Yuan would not be saved from death, he smiled coldly, his body spun in mid-air, a reverse kick, and a kick in Fa Yuan's waist, kicking Fa Yuan out of the air like a ball, which was the direction where the old monk's sword flew from.

"No ......"

Fa Yuan was in mid-air, looking at the flying knife in horror, his strength was imprisoned by Ning Wujian, and he couldn't move, so he could only watch as the knife broke through his body, breaking into two, and blood splattered.

"Law ......"

The one-armed old monk roared angrily, fast, too fast, just when he slashed out the sword, Ning Wuqian kicked Fa Yuan at him as expected, it was a long story, but in fact, it was just a blink of an eye, and Fa Yuan had already been cut into two pieces, and his body was dead.

The entire shore of the lake fell into a strange silence because of the death of Fa Yuan, and everyone felt that Ning Wuqian did not dare to kill Fa Yuan, and at most hit him hard, you must know that Fa Yuan is a young genius who has high hopes in the White Horse Temple, and killing him is almost on the opposite side of the entire White Horse Temple!

White Horse Temple has a very high position in the heart of Kyushu Buddhism, it is the first ancient temple in Kyushu, it is the first temple of Buddhism in Kyushu, it is called the "ancestral garden" and "Shiyuan" in China, it is almost the holy place of Buddhism in Kyushu, and there is a saying that the Oriental Xiaoleiyin.

Hostile to the White Horse Temple, almost hostile to the Buddhist cultivators of Kyushu, such a consequence, even the Heavenly Demon Dao, the Moon Worship Gate and other Daomen do not dare to bear it, and there is friction between young geniuses in Kyushu, even if they fight, they will not really hurt the killer.

But now, Fa Yuan died in front of them, it was too unbelievable for these monks, it was not a dispensable disciple who died, but a genius in Kyushu!

This kind of shock made everyone unable to come back to their senses for a long time.

"Law ......"

The one-armed old monk hugged the corpse of Fayuan, wailing and crying, he actually killed his most beloved disciple with his own hands, this result made it difficult for the one-armed old monk to accept, Fayuan was raised by him, it can be said that it is not a son who is better than a son, but now, he killed Fayuan with his own hands?

"It's you, it's you who killed him!"

The one-armed old monk's eyes flashed with resentment, the muscles and flesh on his clear face were violent, extremely hideous and vicious, and the golden Buddha light around his body was shining, and bursts of black gas were rising.

If you don't want to kill me, you just want to save Fayuan, why do you want to swing that sword, if you don't swing that sword, Fayuan won't be killed by you, you killed him, look at your ring knife, there is his blood flowing. ”

Ning Wuqian smiled and looked coldly at the one-armed old monk whose black qi was spreading, which was a sign of enchantment.

"It's not good, the demonic qi in Senior Brother Shan's body has been devoured!"

Master Lizhen saw everything in his eyes, and Fa Yuan's death made him equally angry, Fa Yuan grew up in the White Horse Temple, and for the monks of the White Horse Temple, Fa Yuan was like their children, but what really shocked him was the black qi that swirled around the one-armed old monk.

Staring at Ning Wujian deadly, a stream of demonic energy emanated from the one-armed old monk's chest, forcing the Buddha's light back, and the black qi on the one-armed old monk's body became thicker and thicker.

"Master Zhang, quickly suppressed Senior Brother Shan, a few years ago the Demon Tower was in turmoil, Senior Brother was entered by the demon qi at that time, although he cut off his right arm and saved his life, but the demonic energy in his body has always remained in his body. If he lets the demonic energy erode his mind, there will be one more demon in the world!"

He really shouted, his expression was eager, and he had already jumped towards Shanshan between his words, chanting Buddhist scriptures in his mouth, and golden fonts flew out of his mouth, coming towards Shan's suppression.

Seeing that he was really out of shape, Zhang Daoyuan also guessed the seriousness of the matter, the monk's cultivation, being entered by the demonic qi, it was easy to go mad, his temperament changed greatly, he was cruel to killing, and the Dao was one foot high and the demon was one foot high, the more powerful the monk, the more terrifying it was after entering the demon.

The one-armed old monk is the master of the White Horse Temple's precept hall, and his strength is extremely strong, second only to the abbot of the White Horse Temple.

What's more, the one-armed old monk's demon entry also involves the Demon Suppression Tower, and the situation is even more complicated, if the seal of the Demon Suppression Tower is unlocked after the Demon Suppression Demon, there will be a catastrophe in the entire immortal cultivation world.

"Zi said: ......"

Haoran Confucianism is upright, surging towards the one-armed old monk, and the white light will shine brightly on the night as bright as day.

The face of the good is constantly changing, sometimes solemn, sometimes hideous and terrifying, the demonic energy emanates from the chest, spreading to the whole body, under the wide Buddha robe, there seems to be a mouse running, his body is expanding, the empty right arm sleeve gradually bulges, as if a hand has grown again.

"Senior brother, turn back to the shore!"

Really drank, sat on top of the good, the Buddha light fell towards the good, there seemed to be countless Buddhas chanting Buddhist scriptures, upright, boundless, the Buddha light wanted to dispel the demonic energy.

"The Buddha will never be able to suppress the demon ......" Ning Wujian shouted on the side, "You killed the Fayuan, everyone watched, you will always have to bear the self-blame of killing the Fayuan, and live in the self-blame!"

"Damn, don't say it again! Senior brother, Fa Yuan's death was just an accident, not that you killed Fa Yuan!"

Liao Zhen glared at Ning Wuqian fiercely, if it weren't for him, how could he have fallen into the devil?

Ning Wujian glanced at the demonic goodness, shook his head slightly, the anger in the eyes of the good is too heavy, he is not a good person, he already has a demon in his heart, the demon in his heart, how can he really suppress it, and it is only a matter of time before he becomes a demon.

"Why don't you go quickly?"

Ning Wuqian looked at the Daomen monk who had suffered heavy casualties and drank coldly. At this time, several great Confucians and old monks of the Buddhist monastery were suppressing the good demonic qi, and it was a good time to get out of this place.

"Work together to break through the Human Emperor's Holy Order Array and go ......"

Yingge Night, Jin Ling'er, Young Master of the Moon Worship Gate, Nalan Hongye, and Jinghui were not stupid, Ning Wuqian drank it, immediately reacted, summoned the disciples of the Dao Sect, and worked together to blast towards the Heavenly Human Emperor Holy Order.

"Stop them!"

The arrows are like locusts, shooting intensively, but without the suppression of the Buddhist monks and Confucianism, the evil and demonic monks have also recovered their strength, and it is difficult for the dense arrows to hurt them.

Thundered......

The colorful attack landed on one point, and the Human Emperor's Holy Order Array shook for a while, and finally cracked a hole, and the Kyushu monks were overjoyed, and one by one the figures rushed out of the sky and disappeared into the night.

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