Taiqing Sword

Chapter 321, Fu Yuan

Huiyuan Quandang didn't hear what Shangguan Jinghong said, but just recited the Sutra of Rebirth over and over again. Shangguan Jinghong sighed on his back, Zhong Litu had committed countless evils, and he died as well. Although he couldn't bear it, he didn't feel too much Much sad, but Huiyuan is different. If it was Huiyuan before, Shangguan Jinghong might not care so much, but today, Huiyuan's behavior makes Shangguan Jinghong not know how to face it.

Up to now, I have been unable to advance, and there is no way to retreat. If I go further, then Huiyuan will die. If I retreat, I will stand on the opposite side with the Dark Demon Sect again. No one is immune.

Bian Wu chuckled: "Shangguan Jinghong, did you see that? He is useless to you. Just now he insulted the Dark Demon Sect. Today he will surely die."

Bian Wu dodged and rushed in front of Hui Yuan, and with a palm piercing sound, he slapped towards the top of Hui Yuan's head, Bian Wu's palm was extremely slow, but Hui Yuan did not dodge or dodge, Shangguan Jinghong was extremely confused at this moment , just when Bian Wu's palm was about to fall on Hui Yuan's head, Shangguan Jinghong rushed forward and dragged Hui Yuan aside.

Bian Wu's face was covered with a layer of frost: "Shangguan Jinghong, do you dare to stop me?"

Shangguan Jinghong let out a breath slowly: "There are some things that should be done, I don't care about life."

Bian Wu chuckled: "Shangguan Jinghong, you finally can't stand it anymore? Do you think I don't know what you are thinking? Want to lurk beside the Lord? Haha, I forgot to tell you, the day you left Persia, Mingjiao It has completely disappeared from this world."

Shangguan Jinghong gritted his teeth: "Bian Wu, you..."

Hui Yuan was rescued by Shangguan Jinghong, and slowly stood up: "Shangguan benefactor? I didn't expect you to help me."

"Uncle, Shangguan's benefactor has always been with me, how could he just watch uncle die!" Hui Yuan turned her head, but her awareness and awareness had arrived.

"Shangguan Benefactor."

Shangguan Jinghong chuckled, clasped his hands together: "I have seen the two masters."

"You don't have to be so polite anymore. You will be in the underworld for a while. You have plenty of time to reminisce about the old days. Now...hehe..." Bian Wu's momentum became stronger and stronger, pressing down on Shangguan Jinghong and the others, and the three of them had slightly higher cultivation levels , struggling to support, the blue bricks under his feet were crushed to pieces.

However, Shangguan Jinghong, Juexin and others did not have such high cultivation levels, they were crushed to the ground in an instant, Bian Wu's aura became stronger and stronger, the veins on Shangguan Jinghong's forehead popped up, and the bones in his legs clucked There was a noise, and it seemed to stand up faintly.

Bian Wu chuckled: "Not bad, not bad, with your cultivation base, it's really rare to stand in front of me for so long, then try again."

Just as Shangguan Jinghong was about to stand up, Bian Wu's true energy suddenly increased, his knees hit the ground heavily, a trace of blood spilled from the corners of his mouth, ears and nose.

"Amitabha!!"

A sound of the Buddha's name resounded between the heaven and the earth, as if it went straight to the sky, reaching the sky to listen.

Bian Wu was terrified, the aura on his body dissipated without a trace, and he saw a young monk standing at the entrance of the main hall, but no matter what, Shangguan Jinghong felt that the Buddha's name just now was not uttered by this young monk. In fact, not only Shangguan Jinghong was surprised, but Huihai and the others were even more surprised. The three of them have been in Buddhism for many years, but this little monk has never seen him before.

Bian Wu looked at the young monk in front of him on guard: "Who are you?"

The little monk smiled slightly: "I didn't expect the Dark Demon Sect to revive. If the little monk hadn't happened to leave the customs, my descendants of Buddhism would almost die today."

Bian Wu's heart thumped for a moment, the descendants of Buddhism, above the generation of Hui is Fu: "Are you from the generation of Fu?"

"Think about it, little monk." The little monk touched Yuanyuan's puffed Xiangba's head: "Oh, yes, yes, my monk's name is Fuyuan."

Bian Wu's complexion changed drastically. It was the Buddhist monks of the Fu generation who forced the Dark Demon Sect to disintegrate. But didn't you say that the monks of the Fu generation were all dead?I didn't expect to see it now: "I really didn't expect that there are still people in the generation of Fu."

"The little monk is also surprised. Isn't there someone from the Dark Demon Sect? I'm just curious. The masters of the Dark Demon Sect have almost lost. Get your name." Fu Yuan laughed.

"Want to know? I will convey your wish to the Lord." Bian Wu narrowed his eyes, and boundless demonic energy radiated from his body to envelop his whole body. With a whistling sound, his body turned into a giant dragon and rushed towards Fu Yuan.

The corner of Fu Yuan's mouth raised, Sanskrit scriptures came out from his mouth, and a faint golden light emanated from his body, forming a phantom image of a huge golden Buddha statue. .

"Amitabha." Xu Ying raised his huge palm and slapped it hard. The black dragon almost didn't even have the strength to struggle, just like a reptile caught in the hand of a Buddha statue and threw it out heavily.

Bian Wu fell to the ground, the demonic energy in his body instantly dissipated, and he was terrified. This Fuyuan's cultivation was many times stronger than his own. Perhaps only the Lord could match it: "Amitabha, the Dark Demon Sect is withering. Can't even take a single move from me?"

How could Bian Wu still dare to love to fight, he wanted to leave as soon as he dodged, but Fu Yuan was faster, Bian Wu's body quickly moved away, as if hitting a huge net, he was blocked back in an instant, Fu Yuan approached slowly , suddenly his complexion changed slightly, he turned around and shouted loudly: "Chi!"

This sound entered Bian Wu's ears like the sound of a life-threatening demon, and suddenly there was a roar in his head, and he passed out: "Heisha!"

"Fu Yuan, I haven't seen you for many years. I never thought that your cultivation has improved a lot." The person Fu Yuan called Heisha slowly showed his figure.

"Amitabha, I didn't expect you to be alive? So Xie Yun is also alive?" Fu Yuan asked with a gloomy expression.

Heisha laughed: "I have survived, let alone the suzerain, but I never thought that you are alive too. Shouldn't all the Buddhists of the Buddhist family die?"

"Heisha, the wicked are alive, how can the good ones die? This is yours, right? You take it away? Don't come to my Buddhist gate again in the future, and tell Xieyun, since he didn't die back then , you should restrain yourself and do less evil."

"Fuyuan, it's not your turn to teach the suzerain's affairs. If the Gospel is still alive, you may still be qualified to speak in front of the suzerain. As for you, it's best not to interfere with the suzerain's affairs. There were very few Buddhist masters back then. One, if you don’t realize it now, I’m afraid you won’t live long.”

Fuyuan was silent for a while, watching Heisha take Bian Wu away...

(End of this chapter)