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Although it is the middle of winter, the 100,000 mountains in the south are still lush and vast. This trip to Lingjiu Mountain, the most complicated illegality is insignificant.

When he fled from Lingjiu Mountain in a panic, Faxing had thought countless times about how he would return. Should he lead the endless cultivators of the soul to defeat the demon clan and return glory? Or the hard struggle to realize his dream before he died?

But no matter what, he never thought that he would return to Mount Lingjiu in just three years. Three years was too hasty for revenge. Among the disciples of Nalanda Temple, even the monk Xuanbing, who was closest to the primordial spirit monk, had not yet condensed into the Dharma body of Tathagata, let alone others.

Seeing that the Dharma nature was changing and the weather was uncertain, Tang Cheng couldn't help but get two steps closer and advised: "Master, don't be too sad! Lingjiu Mountain was broken, and those Shuras were guilty of being very serious. I will use their blood to pay tribute to my fellow disciples and comfort my seniors later, which will be considered as a matter of losing this trip!"

Since it is the only seedling of Nalanda Temple, the relationship between Dharma and everyone on this giant tree boat is not good, and Tang Cheng is more familiar with him. Others are too lazy to say such a favorable and easy-to-use scene.

By the way, Faxing had wanted to kill Tang Cheng and seize the Eight-Phase of Sakyamuni. But in the end he gave up and did not take action. Tang Cheng had long forgotten about this small matter. Tang Cheng himself was a little petty, and he could even say that he would revenge his grudges, but he had no hatred for this pitiful guy, Faxing.

After all, the Dharma nature is like a stray dog ​​at this time, and it is already tragic! The strong swing the punches towards the stronger, and the weak swing the weaker. Although Tang Cheng's cultivation is not invincible in the world, his mentality is the mentality of the strong.

The giant tree divine boat slowly stopped at the top of Lingjiu Mountain. Compared with the huge mountain, the divine boat more than ten feet long was inconspicuous and did not arouse the alertness of some creatures at all.

The cabin door opened, and more than 20 monks came out one after another, and they were divided into three groups. Among them, there were twelve people in Jianzhai, seven people in Pure Land Sect, and four people in Lou Guandao. As the saying goes, things in the world are impermanent. Jianzhai was originally the sect with the least number of people and the weakest strength in the six sects of Buddhism and Taoism in the Middle Land. But now, the world has changed, but in just a few years, it has become the leader of Jianzhai Middle Land, which makes people feel so complicated.

On that day, Tangcheng and his group of sixteen people entered the Longmen Grottoes and hit it off with Tanluan, the leader of the Pure Land Sect. The destruction of the True Dao has been heard of even Jianzhai, which is far away in the western frontier, let alone the nearby Luoyang Longmen.

However, although the monks of the Pure Land Sect promoted the six elements, they were reluctant to let go of the mountain gate built in the Longmen Grottoes. They had not long since refined the robes of the Thousand Buddhas, and the mountain gate was built with a lot of energy from the Pure Land Sect. Now they were about to invite the various sects to watch the ceremony and make a name for themselves, and asked them to give up their previous efforts, but how could they do it?

However, with the tragedy of Lou Guandao in front of him, he appeared and said that the Pure Land Sect did not dare to have any luck anymore. Tanluan stopped trying to disperse the monks. Fortunately, the monks of the Pure Land Sect have always liked to travel around the world and were stressed out when they were dispersed. In just half a day, everything was ready. Then Tanluan and the seven others joined forces to board the giant tree divine boat.

After traveling thousands of miles, we finally arrived at the spirit vulture.

Tang Cheng looked up at the sky and saw a few white clouds like catkins. Looking down at the 100,000 mountains, green leaves like seas, and undulating like waves. With a smile, Tang Cheng thought to himself: [What a murderous heaven, the blood must be more gorgeous than usual]

The Dharma nature was in a state of turmoil. Looking at the grass and trees here, it was all the hard work of the monks in Nalanda Temple, but now it was covered with weeds and was in ruins.

After a while, seeing everyone looking at him, Faxing was excited and said, "I am here to lead the way!" After saying that, Faxing strode forward.

Nalanda Temple covers a very wide area. If ordinary people come, they will not be able to travel around in a few days. But how good is everyone’s cultivation? It takes only a few breaths to reach the plum garden.

The red plums in the yard have been destroyed in the last battle. There is only one old tree, half of which is shattered by lightning and fire, while the other half survives tenaciously. There are more than a dozen pink small flowers blooming on the two scorched branches, with a faint fragrance.

People are no longer the same, flowers are as yesterday, and the Dharma nature looks dark and almost shed tears.

In the plum garden, a light gate connects the Middle Earth and the Underworld, and seventeen and eighteen Shuras are guarding here. These Shuras are not satisfied with their cultivation and cannot see the power of the crowd at all. When they see a stranger coming, they immediately roared and rushed over.

At this moment, the Dharma nature was extremely sad, but it was difficult to take action. Everyone looked at each other, and Monk Bianji stepped out leisurely and said, "Even the Buddha will dislike this kind of creature, Amitabha."

As the Buddha's voice was reciting, Monk Bianji pointed forward slowly, and the lightning shone. The current ten Shuras were split into pieces in an instant, extremely bloody.

The remaining seven guys were shocked and stopped quickly. However, the blood slipped the surface. They were fast and stepped on the residual limbs of their companions and rolled all the way, almost coming to Bian Ji's feet. They were already desperate, but Bian Ji did not continue to kill, but turned leisurely and stepped into the light gate with the others.

Before entering, Monk Bianji looked back and smiled at these Shuras and said, "The masters of Pure Land Sect, Jianzhai, and Louguandao have heard that the scenery in the underworld is wonderful and has a unique cave. I will come to pay a visit. If you have any rude behavior and inappropriate behavior, please convey our apology to the Shura Master!"

This statement is transmitted with divine thoughts, and there will be no mistakes. After that, Monk Bianji smiled slightly and turned around and stepped into the Guangmen. This move by everyone was an open conspiracy.

It is to tell the Shura masters that we are going to fuck your nest. If you are brave enough, come and fight. If you don’t dare, then watch the Shura clan extermination.

In fact, Tang Cheng and their methods are not without flaws. Many of the Shura clan members have moved to Middle Earth. The Shura Dharma Lord did not need to pay attention to it. As long as those clan members are not destroyed, the Shura clan can pass on the inheritance.

However, no race will give up its roots. The clans in the underworld are the foundation of the Shura clan. If the Shura Master ignores it, with the strength of Tang Cheng and others, all Shura can be killed in just a few months.

As soon as he entered the underworld, Monk Bianji was shocked by the blood-colored sky here. At the same time, his spiritual consciousness and Yuanli were also suppressed. He couldn't help asking: "Is it really good for us to fight Shura in such a place?"

Everyone was adjusting their status. No one answered the words of the monk Bianji, and Tang Cheng was more familiar with the place and had a little leisure. He replied with a smile: "Daoist Bianji, don't worry, the energy attributes here are very special. Even if the demon clan comes in, they will be suppressed. The six guys of the Shura clan cannot make a fuss. As long as they dare to come, there will be only one fate left!"

After a while, everyone had adjusted.

As the initiator, Zhenren Mingye was the leader of the alliance. He looked around for a while and said slowly: "Everyone, don't separate your small groups. Once you are caught, remember to send a signal and hold on to help."
Chapter completed!