Inside the ancient temple, there are dancing figures.
The two Immortal Vein Buddha Lords are walking in front.
"Wukong, you haven't let go yet, the past is like the wind, it is the past after all!"
The master of Xianchan Temple spoke slowly, his eyes wandering.
Wu Kong's brows were furrowed, he didn't speak, and there was a struggle in his eyes.
"Don't be surprised, little friend, the reason why Wukong is hostile to you is just because of the past." The master of Xianchan Temple sighed.
"If you implicate the little donor because of this, what's the difference between you and the demon who implicates all living beings in his anger?" The master of Xianchan Temple paused and turned to look at Wu Kong.
"Father!" Xiao Wu's eyes moved slightly and he called softly.
She seemed to be able to feel the sadness, anger, struggle, and endless evil spirit in Wu Kong's heart.
"He won't hurt me..."
"That's enough!" Wukong said suddenly, looking at Xiao Wu, "Knowing people, knowing faces but not heart, how can you tell the difference between a person with a Buddha face and a beast heart? He is the foster father..."
He looked at Qin Xuan, his voice stopped.
"That's it!"
Wukong slowly closed his eyes, "What the temple master said is correct, why should I implicate you because of the past? Since I am determined to say something, I won't say it here."
Holding a string of Buddha bead relics in his hand, he said slowly: "I was once a general of a great kingdom of gods, conquering all over the world, and there were countless bloodsheds in my hands, but God favored me and got me a girl named Huizhu."
"Since then, I have put down the butcher knife and practiced and enlightened with peace of mind."
"Huizhu is very similar to Luo Chen. They are generally gentle and elegant, but unfortunately...Huizhu is so obsessed with her that she knows a beast."
"Once upon a time, Huizhu also said the same thing to you."
Wukong opened his eyes slightly, but his pupils had turned red, as if blood and tears had gathered together and never dispersed.
"He won't hurt me...but that evil barrier actually cut the Pearl of Wisdom into pieces with thousands of knives, cut off all the flesh and blood, and used the withered bones of the Pearl as a demon puppet and the soul as a crazy ghost to refine it into a magic weapon."
"To this day, my daughter Huizhu is still suffering endless pain."
Wukong's voice was hoarse, as if he was trembling, "Liaochen, you are very similar to Huizhu, but I also know very well that you are not her. I accept you as my adopted daughter, and I do have ulterior motives. I want you to be with her."
The similar appearance is used to deceive myself and others. With the second picture, you can lure the devil, and I can avenge the blood!"
Its sound contains endless sadness and anger.
The master of Xianchan Temple also sighed softly, "Twenty-seven thousand years ago, I met him and saved him, otherwise he would have become a demon!"
He knew Wu Kong's past, and he also naturally knew why Wu Kong saw Qin Xuan's expression change suddenly.
Xiao Wu and Huizhu are so similar, they are Wu Kong's inner demons.
He faintly transformed Qin Xuan and the demon into the same shadow, making it difficult to restrain himself.
"No matter who you are, if you dare to hurt Chen Chen, I will crush your bones into pieces!"
Wukong says every word, just like a vow.
Qin Xuan looked at the threat as if he had not heard of it, and said calmly: "Cutting the blood and bones, you are talking about the seventh-ranked Tianjiao on the Immortal List, Si Huangquan, who has the title of Bone Demon!?"
Wu Kong's body seemed to be covered with a layer of blood, "It's that beast!"
"Twenty-seven thousand years, you should have reached the realm of returning to the virtual world, right?"
"Half step to join the road!" The master of Xianchan Temple said slowly.
That Si Huangquan probably just transformed into a god 27,000 years ago.
Qin Xuan's eyes were indifferent, but he did not speak.
Although he doesn't feel pity for Wu Kong, he won't insert a knife into your wound.
"This time, you used Xiao Wu as bait to lure Si Huangquan into this Buddhist event?" Qin Xuan's eyes flashed with a hint of coldness, and there was also a faint murderous intention.
This intention to kill was very subtle, but it made Xiao Wu's face tremble.
"Not bad!" Wu Kong said.
"Then you deserve to die!"
The next moment, the murderous intent in Qin Xuan's eyes suddenly increased, and a third-grade treasure sword suddenly fell into his hand.
A mere high-ranking Mahayana man dared to use Xiao Wu as bait.
"You dare to use her as bait, you are just an ant. If she is even injured, I will kill your Xianchan Buddhist Temple!"
Before the sound fell, and before Wu Kong could react, Qin Xuan turned around suddenly.
"Master of Xianchan Temple, you want to test me, why are you so sneaky!"
A pale golden palm with Buddhist patterns was already approaching behind Qin Xuan.
boom!
A ray of sword light shot out, and Qin Xuan was dressed in white as snow at this moment, and his hair was flying with anger.
This sword almost split the ancient temple into two, and a sword light passed over the three thousand pure land golden clouds.
I don't know how many of them were Buddhist supremes, and their expressions were extremely shocked.
"not good!"
In the ancient temple, the sword marks slowly disappeared. Lord Pure Land Buddha took action, and the ancient temple that was divided into two parts has slowly returned to one.
Qin Xuan's eyes were cold, and a ray of evil aura lingered in his eyes.
The Buddhist text in the palm of the master of Xianchan Temple was broken. He took a deep breath and said, "Are you really the demon master in white!?"
He didn't hold back this palm, even Wu Kong couldn't block it, but Qin Xuan blocked it with a sword.
"Xianchan Buddhist Temple, Bald Donkey, you are looking for death!"
Qin Xuan's gaze was icy cold. Wu Kong dared to use Xiao Wu as bait, almost touching his scales.
The master of the Immortal Zen Temple even took action to test his identity.
"Don't be angry, little benefactor, we are just testing!"
"Okay!" Qin Xuan's voice was as real as he spoke every word.
"I'll test you too! Then kill Wukong, that bald donkey!"
The sound fell, and within Qin Xuan's body, the divine thoughts, thousands of stars, and the imperial domain turned into a sword.
One sword, ask Evergreen!
"Xianzen!"
"No problem!"
The skinny temple master was as motionless as a mountain at this moment, and he slowly lowered his palm again.
In his palm, there seems to be endless universe and three thousand worlds.
First-class magical power, three thousand Sumeru hands!
The Pure Land Buddha did not stand still either. He suddenly flicked his sleeves and covered the entire ancient temple with the universe in his sleeves.
Outside the ancient temple, a golden robe sleeve completely enveloped the ancient temple.
boom!
A palm and a sword collide together.
Everything was on the verge of collapse, and the ancient temple was annihilated at this moment.
The face of Lord Pure Land Buddha changed slightly, and a sword mark appeared on the golden sleeved robe, tearing it apart.
He had to recite Buddhist sutras orally, and the endless sutras acted like a prohibition, blocking the remaining sword light.
It shattered into pieces nearly a dozen times before the sword light slowly dissipated.
Within the confinement, Lord Pure Land Buddha couldn't help but take a breath of cold air.
I saw the master of the Immortal Zen Temple with one arm of his cassock nearly broken into pieces. It was a third-grade cassock.
The third-grade long sword in Qin Xuan's hand was annihilated into nothingness, unable to withstand the power of this sword.
A dazzling trace of blood appeared on the palm of the Immortal Zen Temple Master.
Even the master of Xianchan Temple had a solemn look in his eyes.
That sword destroyed the three thousand realms in his palm. If he hadn't used the immortal Buddha's body, one of his arms would have been almost destroyed into nothingness.
The strength of this demon lord is truly terrifying!
In fact, the master of Xianchan Temple seemed to have fallen into hell, and he did not feel relaxed because of this.
This demon lord seemed to have no mana, essence, and spiritual thoughts in his body, but he had a feeling that this demon lord was not exerting his full strength.
Wu Kong's face had already become dull, and even the resentment in his heart had faded.
"What!?"
He lost his voice and looked at Qin Xuan.
This person... is the demon lord who hurt the Immortal Zen Temple with one sword!?
In Qin Xuan's hand, a third-grade long sword appeared again. He kept it intentionally. There were seven swords in total, and now there are six swords left.
His voice was cold, and he turned to look at Wu Kong.