Chunyang First Headmaster

Chapter 385 Nirvana
Liu Suifeng was seriously injured, the eighth change of the fairy voice, and the black shadow sneaked in. It was only a moment, between the rabbit rising and the falcon falling, Zen Master Zhixing only had time to roar, and then he was attacked successfully, and a bloody arrow shot out from his chest.

The black shadow pierced Zen Master Zhixing with a halberd, and Zen Master Zhihui's eyes turned red immediately, and he rushed towards the man in black with a roar, with thousands of Buddha lights flashing behind him, he raised his palm and swept away like a stormy sea .

The black figure snorted coldly, pulled out the short halberd with his right hand, and brought out a bloody arrow. The short halberd with his left hand came up to meet him, and with the sound of gold and iron intersecting, Zen Master Zhihui was shocked to take two steps back. It suddenly became red.

"You... who are you?" Chan Master Zhihui hated him and shouted, "Hiding your head and showing your tail, what kind of skill is it?"

"As long as I can kill people, that's my ability!" The man raised his head, revealing a stern and clear face. It was Chunyang who commanded the "Black Eagle" Tao Shuangting, and replied coldly, "As for what method to use, who knows?" what is the relationship?"

Zen Master Zhihui turned his head to look, and saw a big hole in Zhixing's chest, lying on the ground dying, he couldn't help crying, ignoring the strong enemy at his side, rushed forward with a few steps, stretched out his hand to help Zhixing, and cried loudly: " Brother, you shouldn’t be marching west..."

Zen Master Zhixing's profound skills are superb, his inner breath has not yet dissipated, and he said with a wry smile, "Where the Buddha resides, where the Dharma resides, and where the heart rests... Junior brother, don't be sad! Life is alive, this skin... don't worry..."

Zen Master Zhihui recalled the decades of getting along with his senior brother, and couldn't help feeling more and more sad. He wished he could die instead of his senior brother immediately, and choked up, "Senior brother, don't say it, don't say it! You die, and the junior brother will come to accompany you!"

Zen Master Zhixing struggled to raise his head, looked around, and his eyes fell on Fang Shaobai who was walking out slowly. Yaoqin, who was in his arms, turned around and nodded slightly.Looking at Tao Shuangting who was holding a pair of halberds, he said with difficulty: "Your Majesty possesses the way of life and death...it's really amazing...may I ask who is the master?"

Tao Shuangting said lightly: "Old man Tao Shuangting!"

"Tao—Shuangting?" Zen Master Zhixing just nodded at first, then suddenly remembered something, his eyes lit up, and he asked in surprise, "Blood demon?"

Tao Shuangting's eyes were fixed, and he said slowly: "Unexpectedly, after 30 years of being out of the world, there are still people who remember Tao's bandit name!"

"Ah——" Zen Master Zhixing relaxed his whole body, his eyes dimmed, and he smiled wryly, "I didn't expect that my old man died at the hands of the blood demon. It really is the homework in front of me, and I am receiving retribution right now. I am sincere and do not deceive me..."

Hearing the difference in his words, Tao Shuangting took a step forward, his eyes flickered, and shouted: "Old monk, what do you mean by that?"

Chan Master Zhixing shook his head and said, "Junior brother, help me up!"

Zen Master Zhihui helped Zhixing up according to his words. He sat up straight with difficulty, and recited in a low voice: "All living beings have the same mind and nature, and their body and mind are used... If you want to know the cause of the past life, you will receive it in this life, and you want to know the next life." As a result, the author of this life is. There is no way to misfortune or good fortune, only people call themselves, and the retribution of good and evil follows each other like a shadow." The voice trailed off.

Zen master Zhihui knelt in front of him, muttering in his mouth: "There is no way to misfortune and good fortune, only people call themselves, good and evil rewards, like a shadow...so a gentleman knows his destiny with joy, does not complain or is not special, and cultivates his virtues. Ask yourself to be blessed." The next moment, his voice suddenly became hoarse, and he paused, but he still insisted on reading the "Nirvana Sutra".

Fang Shaobai helped Liu Suifeng to the side to adjust his breath, but he stood beside Yaoqin with his arms in his arms. Tao Shuangting's eyes flashed coldly, staring closely at Zen Master Zhihui.

After reading the "Nirvana Sutra", Zen Master Zhihui's head gradually lowered. Tao Shuangting frowned, stretched out his hand and pushed, but saw that Zen Master Zhihui's body fell down, and he died.

Tao Shuangting didn't expect this person to be so strong, so he sighed and said flatly: "You can be regarded as a man!"

Fang Shaobai stepped forward, put down the Yaoqin, and moved the remains of the two people aside, and then bowed to the two old monks.

On the other side, Chu Xun has already fallen into a bitter battle.

He originally made a surprise attack on an old monk with a heavy golden body in the Luojia Temple on Putuo Mountain, but unexpectedly, the situation changed suddenly, and two golden body powerful men rushed out from the oblique stab, and the three of them worked together to trap Chu Xun in the middle. Even though he forcibly absorbed the law of desolation into his body, he still got several palms in a row, so he could only hold on.

Seeing that the situation is not good, Cheng Jun, who was in ambush, rushed out from the snow. He was invincible with two enemies and three. He was protecting Chu Xun and fighting while retreating. Spit out blood, still fighting endlessly.

All five of them opened and closed their moves, causing the sky to shatter and the snow to fly.Relying on the strong defense of Tunlong Shield, Cheng Jun barely held one of them, and the remaining two besieged Chu Xun.Although the way of desolation is extremely domineering, but with Chu Xun's current skill, it can't last long. After fighting to the end of a hundred moves, Chu Xun's movements have gradually slowed down, and his gestures are extremely heavy, like carrying ten thousand catties of mud. Sandy.

Unexpectedly, Gu Yin, Gu Xuan, and Gu Xiu on the opposite side were even more surprised. One of these two Chunyang sect members was half-step innate, and the other was only a high-level qi transformation. I originally thought that any Buddhist golden body could do it. He won easily, but he didn't expect the fight to be more than a hundred moves, but there was still no difference between the winner and the loser. I couldn't help feeling even more jealous.

In the midst of their busy schedule, the three old monks looked at each other, each understood what the other meant, shouted in unison, flipped their palms, and slapped Chu Xun with six palms at the same time. The strongest Chu Xun died at the palm of his hand.

Cheng Jun felt chest tightness from the shock of the palm, and when he regained his breath, the three old monks joined forces to attack Chu Xun, and they only had time to shout: "Senior brother, be careful!"

Chu Xun also knows that life and death are only a moment, so he gritted his teeth at the moment, spewed a mouthful of blood from the tip of his tongue, forced a mouthful of true energy in his dantian, and his internal energy boiled like water, raising the way of desolation to the limit, and the skin of his whole body became dull and yellow. He flipped his fists and greeted him.

At the same time, behind him stood a giant shadow covering the sky proudly, exuding endless darkness, and there was a vague artistic conception of a barren land.

Same as his movement, the huge phantom behind him also punched out with both fists.

Under this punch, the space suddenly collapsed, and a boundless storm rose out of thin air, as if the earth shattered, the sky collapsed, and everything turned into nothingness in an instant.

Chaos Collapsing Fist!
The four people exhaled at the same time, and the eight palms bombarded one place heavily. Only a "click" was heard. Chu Xun's arms could no longer withstand such a force, and they broke all at once, and his body staggered. He fell to the ground and passed out.

And the three old monks on the opposite side are also uncomfortable, the law of desolation is no small matter, the sandalwood and Buddha light around Zen Master Guxiu who is facing the fist suddenly dissipate, the skin on the arm is aging rapidly, extending to the arms, shoulders, and then spreading to the whole body, blinking In an instant, he became pale, bearded and white-browed, and the old monk who was originally a hale and hearty old man suddenly became a drooping old man.

"Desolation, the five declines of heaven and man!" The remaining two were also shocked, one of them raised his eyes to look at Chu Xun, and sighed, "Fortunately, this son is about to die..."

(End of this chapter)