The qi of blood connected to the liver and lungs, crushing the teeth in the mouth, and looking at the familiar face in front of me, I wanted to tear it into pieces.
This time, the guy pretending to be him is stirring up trouble in the Buddhist Kingdom. He is followed by the Xiaolao Emperor. Outsiders are spreading rumors that the Xiaolao Emperor has formed an alliance with the Blood Demon Sect to destroy the pure land of the Buddha Kingdom. This old man in front of him
This guy must know who is leading this war!
In the toilet, the old beggar felt very confused. He was sent to this remote corner by Li Xiaobai to clean the toilet and calm down just because he was bragging about the title of Little Lao Di. He didn't expect to meet this ruthless person in front of him who seemed to be very strong.
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"It must be the enemies of little guy Di Nasi who came to visit, but I took the blame!"
The old beggar was indignant and a little panicked in his heart. The bloody guy in front of him looked very devilish and a little fierce!
"Shut up, honest man!"
"I know what you want to do when you come to our Sword Sect. Don't beep too much. There was an old monk who came here before. He was very arrogant and arrogant, but he was dealt with and obeyed!"
Chen Yuan didn't care about anything at the door. He just kicked him in the butt according to his blood relationship, which was extremely rough. At this moment, he was fearless. With the sect leader and his senior brothers behind him, if a god stood in the way, he would kill a god, and if a Buddha stood in the way, he would kill a Buddha!
It doesn’t matter whether you are a master of the Holy Realm or not, just go to the toilet and flush yourself!
"You bastard, how dare you kick me!"
Xingyuan's entire face was distorted and deformed. It was because of anger. The terrifying power of immortality spread, the earth trembled, and the entire toilet was turned into a puddle of ashes in an instant as the blood surged.
"How dare you humiliate me!"
The blood connection was brimming with blood. He grabbed his hands in the void, and the blood condensed into a long knife. He slashed his head and covered his face, turning into turbulent river water and falling suddenly towards Chen Yuan.
"Gan!"
"You dare to do something in front of me, you are so tired of living!"
The old beggar screamed instinctively, stretched out his palm and struck in the air. In an instant, a huge ravine was torn out in the ground. The vicious bloodline was caught off guard and flew backwards, coughing up blood from its mouth.
"Damn it, is it really useful?"
“I’m really invincible, aren’t I?”
strength!
The endless flow of power and the familiar feeling make people fascinated and intoxicated!
The old beggar felt that his limbs were full of strength and his condition was extremely good. He could crack mountains and crack rocks with just a few movements of his hands. He was so powerful that he was unstoppable!
He originally just tried it casually, but he didn't expect that power actually emerged from his body.
"Could it be that I am really an extraordinary genius who can reach heaven in one step without skipping all the steps in cultivation?"
"Perhaps my sincere heart moved God and led me to a new level of cultivation that leads me back to my original nature?"
He muttered to himself, not understanding the situation, but one thing was undoubted. At this moment, his power was invincible, enough to crush his bloodline.
What he didn't know was that at this moment, on the other side of Jianzong's second peak, in a cave somewhere, the young man's eyes were round, and his hands formed a compass in the void while he was calculating: "Gan, who is it?"
You are stealing my power again!"
Outside the toilet, Xueyuan suffered a lot of trauma. Even though he had been prepared for it, he still had no time to resist the opponent's attack. He was injured when he met each other. He swallowed the elixir to recover from the injury, and a flash of light flashed in his eyes.
Frightened, he is also a master of the Holy Realm who lit two divine fires. Why was he crushed? How did the little emperor become so strong!
Chen Yuan, who was standing in front of the door, thought he had seen through everything and did not show any panic about the situation. In his opinion, the appearance of Senior Xiaolao Di here was the arrangement of the sect. The sect leader and Senior Brother Li must have calculated correctly that there would be something wrong.
The masters came and specially sent seniors to escort him so that he could perform with confidence and boldness.
"Thank you, senior, for protecting me!"
Chen Yuan cupped his fists and cupped his hands.
"It's just a trivial matter, nothing worth mentioning."
The old beggar tightened his fists. The power of the landslide and tsunami in his body had not subsided yet, and his condition was still at its peak. His body swayed and he clung to him like a maggot attached to his bones. He floated in front of Xue Yuan and raised his fist to hit him.
"Invincible punch!"
Immortal light was engraved on the fist, and the power of six reincarnations was wrapped around the fist peak to suppress everything. The fists turned into black and white millstones, holding the bloodline in place and unable to move, and could only watch the fists smash down.
After a few breaths.
The blood was bleeding from the seven orifices and he was dying. The old beggar took a long breath and exhaled a mouthful of amethyst-colored turbid air to calm the turbulent energy and blood all over his body.
Carrying the blood in one hand, he walked down the mountain, muttering something in his mouth.
"The power is gone, and it fades too quickly. It's not enough yet!"
"We have to send this guy to the sect master before he recovers. Whether that power belongs to me or not is worth exploring."
The old beggar murmured to himself and walked quickly. He could clearly feel that the person who was dragging him was not seriously injured. He was just shocked by him in a short period of time. The sluggish aura around him was spreading in an extremely terrifying way.
The speed of recovery was quite terrifying.
To be on the safe side, it's better to get the person to the sect leader. He just came to clean the toilet, but he took on too much. This is not the pressure he should bear at this stage.
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The first peak, inside the main hall of the sect leader.
Ying Diao and Li Xiaobai were listening to the story of a monk below. The killer monk Wuyan had not stopped talking since he entered the temple. He tried his best to explain the powerful relationship clearly. He had already thought about the best result.
It was to persuade the Sword Sect to join forces with all the decent sects in the world to deal with the Blood Demon Sect.
The worst outcome would be for the sword sect to remain neutral and not help each other. In this way, the pressure on the Buddhist sect would be reduced by one point.
"Amitabha, the two donors and the poor monk have spoken in detail enough. What do you think of it?"
The killing monk asked.
"Well, I think what you said is very good, but helping can't be in vain. Master Cai said so much just now, but he didn't get to the point. How about organizing the language again?"
Li Xiaobai said with a slight smile.
"After this is accomplished, 10% of the Blood Demon Sect's resources will belong to the Sword Sect, which is enough to push the Sword Sect to the pinnacle of power in the Zhongyuan Realm!"
"In addition, our Buddhist sect will also provide resources for the disciples of the Blood Demon Sect to use for their practice!"
Killing Monk said.
"We, the Sword Sect, have recently become very interested in the power of faith in Buddhism. We want a method of cultivating the power of faith. If Master Wu Yan is willing to share it, there is no chance of cooperation."
Li Xiaobai said.
"this……"
Monk Wuyan was stunned. He didn't expect that the other party actually wanted this thing. The power of Buddhist faith. What can I say about this thing? If it were placed in Buddhism, it would be a supreme treasure, but if it were found in other sects, it would be useless.
Used tasteless.
After all, the monks' skills and magical powers are all driven by the power of immortality. Even if they have the power of faith, they cannot be used, and the effects are very different.
Just when he was stunned, the door of the hall was suddenly smashed with a bang, and the old beggar's voice came in.
"Boy, open the door quickly and see what I caught?"