Buddha Song

In a palace, two women were fighting with an old man in black. One of the women was as cold as frost, and the other was a girl in a white crane cloak. A pair of eyes look like almonds.

This woman is none other than Mo Ke, the best friend of the Seventh Princess, He Jingjing.

Fighting with them was a skinny old man, with a figure like a bamboo pole, but exuding a sharp aura like a sword all the time, his eyes were cold, his wrinkled face was covered with a layer of frost, his white mottled and slender His eyebrows fluttered wildly in the wind.

"The vast universe must be rebuilt, and the sky and the earth are full of wind and thunder." The old man gave a long groan, like thunder roaring, overwhelming mountains and seas.

In his palm is a strange long sword with many patterns engraved on it, like gold but not gold, like iron but not iron. The monstrous sword energy soars into the sky, bursting out with infinite light, and oscillating with unprecedented sharpness, like a sharp lightning, piercing through the Darkness, tearing apart the sky.

"Crane dancing world!"

Facing this blow, He Jingjing and another woman suddenly held hands, flying gracefully, like a white crane dancing gracefully, with a wonderful charm, dodging again and again, finally avoiding this dangerous blow.

Although it is one or two against one, He Jingjing is at an absolute disadvantage, if not for her ingenious and mysterious movements, she would have been defeated by the old man long ago.

"Hahaha...Monster! Still not punished?"

With a long howl, the strange long sword in the old man's hand flickered, as if he had really transformed into an incomparably cold killing god. Every random movement implied murderous intentions, and the decisive breath of killing lingered around him. Sting out, like a poisonous snake coming out of a hole, a dragon and a snake dancing, penetrating into every hole, hard to guard against.

"Feathers fly all over the sky..."

Looking at each other, He Jingjing and the woman shot together, and pieces of crane feathers that were crystal clear like snow appeared, emitting white light, floating lightly, spreading across the world.

These crane feathers are like falling snow, but there is a strange force in the beauty, constantly rotating, touching, and hitting the old man's strange long sword, which makes his sword change and swing to the side.Mo Ke's eyes were very sharp, but he saw that there were already tiny cracks and flaws on the patches of white feathers.

"Stinky old man! Why are you chasing after us so hard? Don't push us sisters, everyone will die in the Temple of War God! How about this, we hand over half of the God of War order, and you leave immediately!" Anxious Shouting, Crane Jingjing clenched her silver teeth.

Hearing this, the skinny old man smiled coldly, and said in an extremely hoarse voice, "Hmph! You evil spirits, don't talk nonsense! Today I will kill you two, and let that old demon, He Mingyue, feel sorry for him!"

Obviously, this skinny old man had a feud with He Jingjing, not just for the order of the God of War.

Mo Ke has been hiding and watching, seeing that He Jingjing and the woman are about to be defeated, but he felt compassion in his heart, and his figure flashed, and his figure appeared directly.

"Amitabha...this benefactor, for the sake of this little monk, how about letting these two female benefactors go?" Mo Ke clasped his hands together and said.

"who!"

The sudden appearance of a person in the palace shocked the three people who were fighting, and each made a feint and retreated.

Panting delicately, He Jingjing and the woman gathered together, and after seeing clearly that it was Mo Ke who appeared, her eyes lit up immediately, and she couldn't help shouting joyfully, "Little bald head, it's you!"

"Amitabha...the benefactor, we meet again." Nodding, Mo Ke responded with a smile.

Backing away, the skinny old man's face was as gloomy as water. Since He Jingjing knew Mo Ke, it was already impossible for him to kill the two of them.He could sense Mo Ke's momentum like a long river, and knew that he was a strong Buddhist.

Even so, the skinny old man was unwilling to fail like this, and once again uttered harsh words.

"Little monk, which temple do you belong to? It's simply unacceptable to collude with evil spirits! I am Zhou Changsheng, the elder of the Tongtian Sword Sect, and I have a great enmity with the masters of these two evildoers!" He stared at Mo Ke fiercely. , The skinny old man is like a fierce god.

With a light smile, Mo Ke said indifferently, "Amitabha, the benefactor, the little monk is Mo Ke of the Dafan Temple. My Buddha emphasizes compassion. How is it different from demons and heretics when you kill so wanton? The debtor has a debtor, please don’t take revenge on others at will.”

"Okay, okay...Little monk, you really have a nest with the evil snake and mouse! Don't worry, after the battle between good and evil is over, I will make a good name for you!" With the tip of his toes on the ground, the thin old man flickered like lightning and exited. the palace.

"Hee hee hee.....Little bald head, thank you! Er....You are so strong now, have you reached the peak of Yuan Buddha? This is my junior sister He Hanyue."

Seeing that Mo Ke repelled the strong enemy for them, He Jingjing laughed and opened up to win over Mo Ke.Originally, it was a coincidence that he wanted to rescue the two, but Mo Ke nodded and perfunctory.As for He Jingjing's suggestion of joining forces, Mo Ke directly and categorically refused, and then left the palace with a step.

This time Mo Ke stepped into an empty palace, and when he was about to leave, the passage of the palace was closed in vain, trapping him inside.Mo Ke was not surprised by this, he simply used the Vientiane Invisibility Bead to hide his body, sat cross-legged, and began to meditate.

Just when Mo Ke was temporarily trapped in a palace and practiced safely, the Nascent Soul battlefield was filled with a bloody and terrifying atmosphere!

The Nascent Soul battlefield now has a total of [-] people breaking into it, and most of them are the peak strength of the Nascent Soul in the late stage, and they are constantly fighting to obtain the God of War Order.Some practitioners who are seriously injured or unable to resist will even abandon the God of War order and choose to abstain.

Fighting, fighting, hiding, escaping, begging for mercy, abstention, every moment, with the continuous connection and closure of the nine hundred and ninety-nine palaces, it is staged all the time.

Originally, many practitioners in the Nascent Soul stage were still obtaining the God of War Order, fighting, hoping to get good grades, but as the past few days passed, almost seven or eight layers of people's hearts were covered with a thick layer of haze. Lingering.

In many palaces, there are some ferocious corpses. These corpses exude a bloody and cold aura, which makes people shudder.

These traces are obviously done by the same person!

In the Nascent Soul Battlefield, there is a terrifying and ferocious monster, constantly slaughtering and killing enemies, its strength is unstoppable!

Afterwards, everyone discovered a strange thing, the people who were beheaded by the terrifying and ferocious monster were all people in the righteous way.

Driven by panic and fear, many orthodox practitioners scattered like sand, Taoism, Confucianism and Buddhism, began to gather quietly to form small groups, wanting to unite and jointly resist evil spirits.However, this kind of result not only has no effect, but also makes the death and injury of righteous practitioners more and more serious!

"This is a nascent infant stage vicious demon against the sky, unstoppable!" Gradually, this idea came to everyone's mind.

None of the orthodox cultivators in the Nascent Soul Stage had ever seen the appearance of that ominous demon, and those who saw it all died tragically.Of course, quite a few Nascent Soul strongmen of the monster race and demon ways have seen this peerless monster.

The tall and majestic body, covered in blood, covered the face, the evil spirit swept the world, and the attack was shocking, and no one could stop it. This is the common memory of all the evil people who have seen the fierce demon.

In a palace, two Confucian Nascent Soul stage powerhouses were gathering together, staring in horror at a majestic figure in front of them, with a terrifying expression on their faces.

This is a body surrounded by endless blood, tall and burly, exuding endless evil spirit, staring coldly at the two strong Confucianists in front, stretched out a finger, and made a hoarse voice.

"kill!"

rumbling...  

Following this sound, a burst of blood shot out, making a loud noise like thunder. It was like a thunder of blood. Not only did it not have an evil aura, but it revealed a mighty and masculine aura.

This blood light was too terrifying, shot out at a frightening speed, and then suddenly strangled, two Confucian strong men with late Yuanying strength screamed, their whole bodies withered, and turned into two mummified corpses.

"Puff! Puff!"

Landing on the ground dully, the two mummy exude a strong bloody evil spirit.