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Chapter 1197 As long as you can live

The white-haired and white-bearded old man covered the sky and covered the earth with a Taoist robe, carrying the power of the sky, hunting and hunting, his eyes were full of white lights, and his voice was like rolling thunder: "Ye Qingshu, you have lived for too long, and you are tired of living!" What!"

Feeling the incomparable heavenly power, which caused the entire Nine Nether Land to collapse and perish, the Little Sage of the Confucian Academy was terrified, and his face turned pale.

If the difference between the half-step little sage and the little sage is the surprise between races, then the difference between the little sage and the great sage is the difference between man and heaven.

God wants you to die, so why don't you die.

All of a sudden, the sky seemed to be splashed with ink, a silver hook seemed to be scribbled across the sky, and the scholar's scarf flew into the sky.

There are many scholars in the world, and this inheritance is not weak, and it is also certified by the world.

"Hahaha……"

The one on the Bulao Mountain laughed loudly, the laughter was full of irresistible power of heaven, which made people feel awed, everyone didn't know what happened, they only saw the body of the little sage of the Confucian Academy shaking, spitting blood, half kneeling on the ground , with endless horror in his eyes.

He has already lost!
The saint's eyes swept coldly: "I think it is not easy for you to preach the word. What happened today, I will let you go. Go back to the Confucian Academy so that you can reflect. The world will not change, and the saint will not come out."

This is to ground the little sage of the Confucian Academy.

Sure enough, he is extremely powerful, and also extremely domineering. One sentence will make the little sage stay at home. This is really more uncomfortable than killing the little sage of the Confucian Academy. Seeing that all the four religions have fallen, his Confucian Academy is very likely to prosper. The future world Living beings, everyone needs to study, everyone cares about something, and everyone is educated by Confucianism, but right now, because of this one sentence on the mountain of immortality, all this has become a dream in the mirror.

But, if you don't agree, the end will be downfall.

Compared with death, does the little sage of the Confucian Academy have a choice?
After the saint's words were finished, he stopped looking at the little sage of the Confucian Academy, and at the same time his eyes swept towards Zhang Fan, the majesty had already surged, and the little sage of the Confucian Academy was wiped out in an instant, let alone Zhang Fan It's just a half-step Xiaosheng.

At this moment, Zhang Fan felt that everything was not his own, even his power could not be controlled. There was only holy light in front of his eyes, and nothing in his mind. He realized that the little bhikkhu had been taken away by the sage from Mount Blessing.

When the rays of light subsided, an old man was holding the little monk by the hand, his face was indifferent, and there was no force in this world that could hurt him.

He looked at Zhang Fan, and a trace of anger flashed in his eyes, but this anger was only superficial, and hadn't risen to the level of hatred, otherwise, Zhang Fan would have died at his hands just now.

"It's over, it's over..."

Seeing the little bhikkhu being snatched away by the sage from Mount Blessing, this idea popped up in the minds of those present, and the bamboo basket fetched water in vain. In the end, they still failed to move the Buddhist gate.

"Throughout the ages, there has never been a saint who has fallen from the holy throne. He hasn't before, he hasn't now, and he won't in the future. Stop daydreaming here."

Silence, deadly silence.

All they can pray for now is that the saint on the Mount of Immortality will not be furious and slaughter them because of this incident.

"Why, why?"

Many people are not reconciled, there are seven sages in heaven and earth, even the one from Bulao Mountain is alive, why the other six, especially the one who explained the teachings, why didn't they show up.

In the case of equal strength, it is much easier to kill a person than to protect a person.

"Why, is it because we did something wrong?"

The news of the sage's presence spreads. This is a booster. The sage has disappeared, and one sage appears in the world. The significance is not trivial. All living beings in the world have a pilgrimage heart. After this incident, countless people will surely go to the Buddha.

The weeds are endlessly burned, and the spring breeze blows and regenerates!

Everything fell short.

"I'll wait, see the saint!"

Countless people knelt down and surrendered at this moment!
You may not submit to God, but you must submit to the Holy Spirit.

"Hahaha..." The little sage of Buddhism gritted his teeth and smiled strangely: "You, and you... have killed my Buddhism, and now kneel down and beg for mercy as soon as the situation is gone. Do you think that this sage will let you go so easily?"

"No, never!"

When he yelled these words, there was a monstrous hatred in his heart, how many Buddhist disciples were killed one by one, that feeling was more painful than killing himself.

His eyes fell on Zhang Fan: "Especially you, everything is thanks to you!"

Zhang Fan's face froze. The little sage of Buddhism might not kill him, but he, the little sage of Buddhism would never let him go. The last time he was saved because of Lei Zu, but this time, it was too late for Lei Zu to save him, let alone , Lei Zu had to bow his head obediently in front of the sage of Bulao Mountain.

"Leave a last word." The little Buddhist sage said generously.

Sure enough, he was the first one that the little Buddhist sage wanted to kill.

"Hmph, everything is his own fault. If he hadn't protected the little bhikkhu, Buddhism would have perished long ago."

"Yeah, who's to blame."

"Deer deserves it!"

Huoming Yanjun and Ruoyi have also rushed over. Faced with this situation, the Jiuyou Yanjuns present and the Lingguan felt a little bit dissatisfied, but this has already reached the battle between the saints. The level of struggle is too high, even if they are willing to risk their lives to save them, they must have the ability.

"You bastard, why didn't you kill the little monk earlier." Ruoyi gritted his teeth.

Huo Mingyan also shook his head helplessly.

It's a pity, it's a pity, Zhang Fan didn't even have time to Ding Sheng, and he was about to fall, the end of a person is often in a short time, everything changes, if Zhang Fan doesn't save the little monk, the little monk will be killed, Buddhism will perish, Zhang Fan's achievements in the future are really limitless, but in a single thought, everything... Boo, it's gone.

"Why, have nothing to say?" The little sage of Buddhism sneered: "Would you like me to tell you that you should regret going against my Buddhism, you should regret bringing demons into the Buddha's land, burning Buddhist mirrors, massacring the Bodhi Academy, You should regret killing Ten Thousand Buddhas and cause this world catastrophe."

The more he spoke, the angrier he became, and the anger of hatred was almost spurted out. One by one, it was like a knife was stabbed into his chest fiercely.

"You, fall!"

"At this point, there is no Emperor Hades in the world!"

The holy power surged up violently. Although it was not as heaven-defying as the great sage, this holy light was enough to shatter Zhang Fan. At this point, Jiuyou was about to enter the era of Buddha Zang Netherworld.

boom!
At this moment, the golden light was shining, but Zhang Fan would never let it go, the power in his body exploded to the extreme in an instant, and he sacrificed the seal of the Zhao religion in his hand to strengthen his combat power.

But no matter how strong the power of heaven is, it is still pale in front of the holy power.

"Don't even think about the rebirth of your soul. Since I can pass down the ethereal law, I naturally have a way to break the ethereal law. Completely...destroy it."

Tear!

Zhang Fan burst out all his power in an instant, his anger was soaring to the sky, his long clothes flew up, he tore, and the Chong Jun sword slashed at the Buddha's hand that was carrying the overwhelming force of extinction.

Boom, boom!
The sword light collided with the bergamot, and the energy detonated the whole world. The nine secluded worlds rumbled endlessly, and the sky collapsed. From the strong light all over the sky, Zhang Fan could be vaguely seen flying upside down like a kite with a broken string. .

Fallen?

There was silence in the field for a long time, and when the strong light dissipated, Zhang Fan was half kneeling on the ground, holding on to the Chong Jun sword, but he did not fall down, and the corners of his mouth were covered with blood.

Everyone's eyes widened... What, what's going on.

"No, it's impossible, how could you not die!"

The little sage of Buddhism yelled loudly.

This was his sure-fire blow, and Zhang Fan would never be able to stop it. He couldn't stop it at the beginning, and there is no reason why he can't now, unless he is Xiao Sheng.

But this is obviously impossible!
There is another possibility, that is, the little sage of Buddhism is no longer a sage.

"Why, how could this happen!" The little sage of the Buddhist sect looked at his hands and screamed like crazy, the power in his body was passing away, uncontrollably.

He was puzzled, and turned his head to look at the person in Bulaoshan, hoping to get an answer, but the next scene he saw, he almost collapsed, and Zhang Fan also collapsed, almost passed out from the pain.

"No..." Zhang Fan yelled frantically.

In the black and white world, there is only the back of the little monk leaving, "If the monk dies, you can live!"

(End of this chapter)