Anti-grave robbery: scare away Jin Xiaowei at the beginning

Chapter 651 Above Arhat, Nirvana Walker

The demon pestle and the black cat fell to the ground together.

The huge golden Buddha statue and the dark Sumeru Buddha came as if they were illusory and died together.

Before the snow mountain at this moment, the two masters had finished their probing.

Behind Zhang Xiaozhuan, there are soaring mountains and mountain ranges, like real dragons born, roaring towards the sky, just like the image of the master of dragon veins.

The twelve golden lotuses were in full bloom at the old monk's feet. He clasped his hands together, and a layer of golden light was diffused on his dry and withered skin at this moment. "The polar pure land that stretches for thousands of miles is the last hope of this world and the eternity of all living beings! In the territory of God, you What are the chances of winning?"

As soon as the old monk said this, pieces of golden lotuses descended from the sky as if they were real bodies, and the sound of Buddha reverberated between heaven and earth.

Zhang Xiaoxuan held a broken long knife and held it horizontally in front of him, "Eleven ten percent, the extra city will be given to you!"

The broken long knife slashed forward, and hundreds of terrifying dark tornadoes in the surrounding area converged crazily and gathered towards the twelve-rank golden lotus in the middle.

In the huge momentum, Hei Feng and Jin Lian strangled together, and it was not clear whether the black light or the golden light was for a moment.

In the golden light, the old monk and Zhang Qiling looked at each other, the distance between them was only one foot away.

But within this foot, countless black cracks visible to the naked eye exploded, and the out-of-control shattered dimensional cracks covered a foot in front of him, crushed by the ultimate power of Tao. Don't dare to touch the absolute death zone of this foot.

The old monk's robes were on fire, and his whole body was exhausted to the extreme, "Almsgiver, the poor monk doesn't like to kill. Why do you persecute the poor monk like this?"

Zhang Xiaozhui said, "I just wanted to show you mercy, but you said I killed, how funny!"

The old monk raised his right hand and poked towards the area one foot in front of him, "Mercy? What kind of mercy do you have!"

The old monk's hand passed through a distance of one foot, the monk's robe suddenly shattered, and he pressed his palm towards Zhang Xiaozhuan's heart.

Zhang Xiaozhuan looked at the extremely slow palm, and without stopping the counterattack, the knife pierced through an area of ​​one foot, and slashed towards the old monk's heart!

The two powerful men of the seven realms fought against each other.

The ground crumbled, and the snow peaks around the two masters exploded out of thin air one after another. In the loud rumbling noise, snowflakes, mountain peaks, and leylines exploded one after another!

Zhang Xiaozhuan's knife pierced the old monk's heart hard, and golden blood flowed down the old monk's clothes.

The old monk's Buddha's palm punched Zhang Xiaozhu's body out of a deep crater, and the big palm of Buddha's seal appeared on the clothes behind Zhang Xiaozhu's back.

Zhang Xiaozhu leaned on the scabbard and said with a smile, "You lost."

The old monk laughed, "You lost!"

The shriveled and shriveled skin of the old monk began to shatter. In the next moment, the pieces of the old monk’s body shot up into the sky like streaks of golden light. Seven or eight-year-old little monk.

The little novice has a jade complexion and a dignified appearance. He wears a red monk robe, and his eyebrows are like flowers. The red lotus seal between his eyebrows shows his identity. He is the old monk just now.

Zhang Xiaozhu was somewhat surprised, and murmured, "This is it?"

The little novice smiled, "Nirvana! Above the arhat, a Nirvana walker! The real seventh-level supernatural power."

Zhang Xiaozhuan nodded, "In other words, you are slowly resurrected, and I am already a dying body."

The little novice monk who was carved in powder and jade smiled and said, "Almsgiver, you lost, and the poor monk sent you back to the west."

The little novice smiled warmly, and struck heavily, with a palm facing Zhang Xiaozhun's face, and at this moment, the Arhat cat on the side shouted, "Get out of the way! Idiot!"

But how can this be avoided, especially at such a close distance.

Just as the little novice's palm was about to fall, the little novice stopped his palm gesture.

A general appeared behind the little novice, dressed in black and armor, very young, but his facial features looked very blurred.

He should not be more than twenty years old. He held a knife in one hand, and the knife rested on the young monk's neck.

The little novice stared at Zhang Xiaozhuan, "What is this?"

"Supernatural powers in past lives." Zhang Xiaozhuan said, "In my last life, all the first-rank swords in the Western Regions were ruled!"

The little novice said, "In your last life, how could you have the power of aura!"

Zhang Xiaozhu laughed and said, "This is all thanks to Zuo Gong's reward! When Zuo Gong overthrew everyone's opinions and took back the Western Regions, I followed Zuo Gong up and down. Zuo Gong saw that I was hardworking, so he wanted me to keep guarding the Western Regions forever and be a great leader." The Great General of the Protectorate of the Western Regions in the Qing Dynasty, and even Zuo Gong wrote the court documents and opened up the relationship, but I refused. I want to continue to follow Zuo Gong, and I don’t want to be a general of the Protectorate of the Western Regions in a place where the birds don’t shit. .”

"Mr. Zuo was very disappointed. He said that I would die if I left the Western Regions."

"I didn't believe Mr. Zuo's words, and he really died later!"

"However, before I died, I felt that Zuo Gong arranged a retreat for me. My soul can go to the Western Regions to continue to be the general of the Protectorate. The vitality of the Western Regions is connected to me!"

"Later, the White Emperor came to the Western Regions to carry out large-scale construction projects. I saw the White Emperor, and I simply went to the White Emperor. It happened that the White Emperor wanted to revive me, so I followed the trend. Today, I have instilled the spirit of one hundred and eight places in the Western Regions. This body, crushing your pure land, will you accept it!"

The little novice was silent for a long time, and finally put his hands together, "Amitabha, although the poor monk lost, it was not you who lost, but Zuo Gong."

Zhang Xiaozhu said, "Everyone is a master of the seven realms, since the winner is decided, let's end it decently!"

The little monk said, "Yes, but I want to be alone."

Zhang Xiaozhui said coldly, "I don't kill you because I'm giving you face, you bald donkey are you still kicking your nose in face?"

"Don't misunderstand." The little novice said, "The person I want is from my Buddhist sect. You should give me, and I will give you back one of yours!"

Zhang Xiaozhu thought, "Who?"

"Officer Zhao!" The little novice said coldly, "This man was my junior brother in his previous life, and he once represented my Buddhist sect to go to Infinite Hell to recover evildoers, but unfortunately he never came back after this trip. Later, I heard from Granny Meng that he has changed his name to an underworld servant, and now he is serving under the command of the Lord of the Hades, you give him to me, and I will take him away! As a reward, I will return the partridge whistle to you."

Zhang Xiaozhu laughed, "A traitor, do you think Bai Di will want it?"

"Yes!" the little novice said firmly, "The ghost mother of the demon country is only a branch of the Queen Mother of the West, and the ghost mother of the devil country left behind the Zaklama tribe before she left. This group is the only effective means to restrain the Queen Mother of the West. , Partridge Whistle is the last patriarch of the Zaklama tribe, with him, your chances of winning the battle with Queen Mother Xi will be much higher!"

Zhang Xiaozhu didn't speak, but bowed his head and pondered for a while, "Okay!"

The little novice turned around, and after the golden light burned, he turned into the decadent and dirty old monk before.

Zhang Qiling put the knife back into its sheath, and also changed into the original appearance.

The two masters of the seventh realm looked at each other and said nothing.

(End of this chapter)