Rebirth: The Abandoned Cultivator

Huairen, the eldest disciple of Buddha, was surprised. He also turned to look at Ye Tian, but could not find any abnormality. The powerful xianjue made him feel uneasy.

There is an impulse to turn around and run. Looking at the countless Buddhists and the Fengtian formation behind him, his heart gradually calms down. With such a powerful force, he can't stir up too much waves even every day.

As for the void, he turned his head again and looked at the void where ye Tian was, and found no abnormality.

That is, at this time, ye Tian no longer suppresses the resentment in Lingqi Feilong's heart, and forms the Lingqi of dragon shaped Taiji. Suddenly, there is color in Feilong's eyes, and boundless resentment fills its eyes.

Just as the Fengtian array was about to fall on the top of Tietian's head, the dragon shaped Tai Chi suddenly disintegrated.

"Ouch!"

The loud and clear sound of dragon chanting suddenly sounded, and the chanting sound of 3000 Buddhists could not suppress the spirit dragon chanting.

Huairen looks at Lingqi Feilong's resentful eyes, only feeling a cool air coming from his feet.

The terrible aura flying dragon suddenly turned into a hundred feet in size, and rushed directly to the Fengtian formation composed of three thousand Buddhists.

Before reaching many Buddhists, the terrible momentum has made many people unstable and almost fall from the void.

Huairen, who is the first to bear the brunt, feels great pressure. The world around him is as condensed as mercury, and the slightest action is extremely difficult, like being suppressed by thousands of mountains.

"Spread it out quickly. The Buddha suppressed the spirit flying dragon for countless years and accumulated countless years of resentment, which made the spirit flying dragon extremely terrible and had a huge resentment against the Buddha land.

Fengtian array has no effect on such a flying dragon. Go and ask Buddha to come out of the mountain

Huairen is directly in front of Lingqi Feilong. He wants to delay enough time for Buddha to be born.

Buddha suffered terrible injuries in the heartless world. He is still in the closed door to heal his wounds. Now he has definitely not recovered, but he can no longer care about it.

If the Buddha doesn't come out of the mountain, the whole Western Buddhist land will be dead in name.

"It's a natural disaster. It will happen in the future. Today, when the Buddha suppressed this spirit flying dragon at the bottom of Lingshan mountain and plundered thousands of miles, he should think of today's chaos."

Among the mountains in the distance, an old monk with white eyebrows sighed. His voice was low and could not be heard.

"Heaven is born from the heart. There should be such a disaster in Lingshan. Where is Qingchan ancient Buddha?"

Roar every day, follow the spirit flying dragon to chase and kill many monks.

During the weather, some Buddhas fell directly from the sky and turned into meat mud.

The hundred Zhang Long Lingqi flying dragon has blood flying out every time it dances. The dragon vein that has been suppressed for countless years has a huge resentment.

In the spirit mountain, the dense Qi becomes the essence of the aura. It is the aura of thousands of miles, which is bound by the power of the Buddha earth.

Tens of thousands of miles around the world have turned into a dead place, while the place where the Western Buddhist soil is located has directly turned into a fairyland on earth. Every flower and grass has turned into a spiritual object, which is full-bodied to the extreme. There are all kinds of visions in the Buddhist soil.

Among the Buddhist soil, there are more and more masters, who plunder the whole western atmosphere and cultivate a Buddhist soil.

"Ouch"

Lingqi flying dragon's eyes are turned into terrible black, almost natural, and the loud and clear dragon chant makes countless Buddhists with insufficient cultivation burst into the air.

Even Huairen's head is in severe pain, and his spiritual consciousness is under terrible suppression. The aura flying dragon cultivated by yuantianshu contains incredible power.

In the loud and clear sound of the Dragon chanting, the essence of the four sides rushes into the body of the flying dragon like a tide, and countless strange flowers and plants wither in the Buddhist soil.

Originally from the aura, the aura of flying dragon is easily absorbed by it, and even the land is becoming a desert.

Originally beautiful as the earth of Buddha in the fairyland of the world, it is now turning into a dead place.

Huairen's face was very pale, and his left arm disappeared directly. He was swept by the sharp horns of the flying dragon, which turned into a blood rain and scattered in the sky.

He is quick to see the opportunity. Otherwise, the dragon's horn will pierce his chest. I'm afraid his whole body will explode in the air.

It's terrible to kill with Reiki flying dragon every day. Reiki flying dragon just wants to destroy everything around him crazily. It's completely filled with madness and killing intention, but it doesn't cause too much killing. It's completely controlled by instinct.

And the real murderer is Tiantian who hides around Lingqi Feilong. Any bald head that he stares at is doomed.

The boundless weather of the whole body turned into a terrible sword Qi, nailing one monk after another to the earth.The Buddha's blood has dyed the Buddha's earth red. The existence below the immortal heaven and man is not the opponent of the spirit flying dragon. Even the strong one in the realm of the immortal heaven and man can't see enough in front of the huge energy of the spirit flying dragon.

The vast Buddhist land is ravaged by the most immortal dragon and the most evil one every day. The Immortal Dragon, with a length of 100 Zhang, radiates great aura, and there is no one to match in all directions.

Every day, the torrential weather is completely following the spirit flying dragon, directly harvesting one fresh life after another.

Ye Tian's eyes became more and more transparent, and he almost wanted to penetrate every day's body. He could feel that there was a kind of most powerful and holy blood in every day's body.

It is this unique blood that enables the mask to have an immortal body. It can't be buried at all, even if it doesn't reach the real adverse level every day.

It's hard to put out the heaven and bury the earth. It's more from a kind of spiritual inheritance, a kind of terrible natural blood.

In the deepest part of everyday's body, even entangled in his immortal soul, there is a trace of terrible blood of nature, which has even constituted the law and is left by a most powerful man.

Even ye Tian's immortal eyes can't penetrate it. The blood contains a terrible force. Ye Tian even feels a sharp pain in his eyes. His inner nature is vaguely mobilized, and a black nature emerges on his brow.

"It's incredible that Dugu Baitian is really strong. This level can be compared with the red immortal in the abyss world."

Ye Tian forced to move away his eyes. The terrible blood in the immortal soul of every day faintly wanted to inhale his essence. He could feel that his essence was dissipating.

Dugu Baitian's blood had a terrible effect.

Vaguely, in the disaster of heaven, the figure of the spirit holding a sword is not a sword, but a sword is not a sword. It reappears in the tangle of blood and rules. A pair of black nature eyes stare at Ye Tian, which makes Ye Tian feel a kind of inexplicable fear.

At that moment, life and death in the body were almost unstable, and nature and immortal power were roaring to rush out.

Fortunately, after seeing ye Tian, the spirit like figure seemed to pause. Ye Tian even saw the spirit figure, and the corners of his mouth seemed to show a smile. Vaguely, he seemed to nod to him, and then it disappeared.

At that moment, every day also had a feeling, suddenly stopped in the same place, the weather was violent fluctuations