"Amitabha, I, Shi Neng, have met the donor!"

The abbot of the Great Fan Prajna Temple, the name of Shi, and the Dharma name Shi Neng, looked arrogant and unscrupulous in his field, and included the entire Great Fan Prajna Temple, Qin Luosheng's heart trembled.

Under the terrifying momentum, he couldn't help but think of this demon with extremely cruel means, the Demon Kingdom and other crazy actions, even killing the gods, and contaminating the divine blood on his hands.

Such a devil is simply terrifying.

If possible, he really doesn't want to be involved with such a lunatic.

But how can things in the world be as satisfactory as possible, and how can they follow his wishes?

Now that people are coming to the mountain gate, they are obviously looking for trouble based on their actions just now. As the head of the sect and the strongest combat power of Dafan Prajna Temple, how could he retreat?

"The donor, the sea of ​​suffering is boundless, and turning back is the shore! My Buddha is compassionate and opens the door to convenience to save all living beings. Why donor not put down his butcher's knife and become a Buddha on the spot!"

Shi Neng's thoughts were flowing and he thought a lot in an instant, but there was no emotional fluctuation on his face. He immediately recited the Buddha's name and gave a omnipotent opening remark.

Um.

This is very Buddhist.

When you meet a weak person, you are forced to do whatever you want. What can you do to me if I am strong?

When you meet a strong man, you are destined to be with me, and put down your butcher's knife and become a Buddha on your own.

This kind of solicitation method is definitely a unique one.

"Stop talking nonsense. Do you think your nonsense can fool me?"

Qin Luosheng glanced at the seven divine masters and about thirty mythological powerhouses with disdain, and pointed at the White Tiger Holy Spirit Sword in his hand, "You, let's go together! Let me see how great the Great Brahma Prajna Temple is, which is the three holy places of Buddhism!"

"Arrogant!" The head of the precept hall was a strong man with a beard, who practiced the Vajra Glazed Art, reached the pinnacle, almost reaching the state of a golden arhat, and had the hottest temper. Hearing Qin Luosheng's words, he could no longer bear it, "Where did you come from a boy who is ignorant of the world, let me meet you!"

Vajra Glazed Glass, Arhat Golden Body!

The first seat of the Precepts Hall collapsed, and the Buddhist beads on its neck were taken off and thrown away, revealing the body with a burst of muscles. When the exercises were activated, the golden Buddha light suddenly lingered in. The color of the glass could be seen vaguely. Behind it, there was a phantom, just like the Buddha's realm's Arhat protecting the body, looking very imposing.

"die!"

With a violent kick, the ground standing at the head of the Lord's Hall was suddenly shaken by the terrifying force, and the hard land shattered like a spider web, and even the entire Dafan Mountain seemed to shake under this foot.

"A little trick!"

Looking at the head of the precept hall that was rushing towards him, Qin Luosheng's face was neither happy nor sad. Under the attention of the crowd, he didn't even move, allowing the extremely violent fist, carrying a thousand-pound force, to hit him hard.

"That's it?" Qin Luosheng looked at the head of the precepts hall with contempt, "Is this your all-out effort?"

"This is impossible..." The head of the Discipline Hall looked at his fist that was bombarding Qin Luosheng's chest, and he looked at the scene where the violent collision caused the digits to break, and the white bones were inserted out of the flesh, and blood flowed, and he was in a dream.

"Senior Brother!"

"Junior brother!"

"Master!"

"Uncle Master!"

"Master!"

“…”

There were bursts of shouting sounded.

If you can be the first seat of the Precepts Hall, you will naturally be quite old and have a lot of relationships with the door, and each one is "intimately related to it".

"Who are you?"

The head of the precepts hall looked extremely pale because of a piece of white paper.

This is quite bad for a physical practitioner.

Physical cultivation, the cultivation of one body lies in the word "physical".

The body is everything about physical cultivation.

For physical practitioners, their body is their weapon. They should be extremely rosy, with a loud sound and a long breath... This is normal!

And what about the first seat of the Precepts Hall now?

There is no blood on his face!

The voice was faint and hoarse!

The breath is intermittent!

...

What is this?

Hurt!

Very severely injured!

Not only the body, but also the soul.

As the top management of the Great Fan Prajna Temple and the head of the Precepts Hall, he naturally knew who Crying Soul was, and also understood what the word Crying Soul actually represents, which is a terrifying thing.

However.

The country is easy to change, but the nature is difficult to change.

Even though he knew how powerful the crying soul was, he was bullied and was unwilling to negotiate. The only thing left was to fight. In this situation, he suppressed his nature and led the way on the spot.

I originally thought that with my strong physique, the invincible Vajra Glazed Art of Defense, and the protection of the close Arhat, I could withstand the crying soul for a while and gain time for my fellow students who practiced the attacking technique.

pity.

Reality is often very cruel.

The other person didn't move and took him with all his strength, but what was the ending?

As a physical cultivation, his fist exploded and his finger bones shattered. The punch seemed to be not hitting the human body, but hitting an immortal iron. The terrifying countershock force invaded his body like a bamboo shoot along his arm, and even his internal organs were shocked, which was seriously injured with one blow.

As the attacker, he was seriously injured.

Hahahahahaha...

It’s really fate that makes people mess with each other, and fate is impermanent.

"You are too weak!"

Qin Luosheng quickly drew his sword. Under the White Tiger Holy Spirit Sword, he was absolutely absolutely broken through defense, and he was the nemesis of physical cultivation, because under this sword, all living beings are equal, which is equivalent to no defense.

"Senior Brother!"

"Junior brother!"

"Master!"

"Uncle Master!"

"Master!"

“…”

A series of familiar calls rang out again.

only.

This time it was no longer a cry of worry and horror, but anger and trembling.

A junior master of the Divine Realm and the first person in physical cultivation in the Dafan Prajna Temple. His surging qi and blood, powerful vitality, violent fighting style, and the power of the golden arhat to protect him, he can be comparable to the intermediate level of the Divine Realm when fighting.

Just such a great master, the true foundation of Dafan Prajna Temple is that the strongest attack cannot do anything to the enemy's hair, and it is killed instantly by the enemy with one sword, and there is no room for struggle.

What's this?

What kind of devil is this?

Is it really a matter of the destruction of the Great Fan Prajna Temple today?

"I still have the intention to worry about others? Next, it's your turn!"

Since the killing has begun and the battle has begun, how could Qin Luosheng be polite?

Buddhism is not just a family of Dafan Prajna Temple, but has many factions. There are still two holy places that are first-class, second-class, third-class, and equal to Dafan Prajna Temple.

Although Dafan Prajna Temple is a human traitor, colluding with demons and causing disasters to the mainland of fate, they came out to collect the whole world and reap the faith, it was shameless, but it was not exposed at this moment. Dafan Prajna Temple is still a glorious and great Buddhist holy land, and a decent sect that is admired by the world.

Not to mention that Buddhism, which is in harmony with one another, will inevitably come to rescue, and those righteous forces who are confused by it will also come to support it.
Chapter completed!