Ten Years of Buddhist Cultivation, One Thought into the Devil: the Beginning of Refining Leifeng Pag

　　Turned into the shape of a thousand-year-old locust tree.

　　The tree is nearly ten meters high, and there is a human face growing on the trunk, and the eyes are crying blood.

　　The rhizomes below are all over the entire Lanruo Temple, and every rhizome is stained with blood!

　　Unintentionally looking at it with Dharma eyes.

　　The karma on the opponent's body is like fire, which shows the amount of blood on his hands.

　　A monster like this is not worth dying for!

　　Thinking about it, in Wuxin's eyes, there is a bit more killing intent.

　　And the dryad grandma, who had just been trapped by him, was still crying.

　　"Tian Jue my demon clan lineage!"

　　It screamed, as if angry at the injustice of fate.

　　"No, you're wrong, it's you who killed yourself here."

　　"The real strong will only draw their swords at the stronger. Only a coward like you will attack mortals.

　　You don't deserve to be a demon at all! "

　　Wuxin snorted coldly, his voice was thunderous, and it exploded in the field.

　　As soon as the words came out.

　　The Buddha statue behind him was suddenly filled with demonic energy.

　　A pitch-black Jie Dao suddenly appeared in the hands of the Buddha.

　　Crazy!

　　Bloodthirsty!

　　Kill! !

　　All kinds of tyrannical negative atmospheres, like a whirlwind, howled in all directions.

　　Watch this scene.

　　Not to mention the dryad grandma.

　　It was Yan Chixia who was still amazed at the profoundness of Wuxin Dharma at the back.

　　At this moment, a dazed look flashed across his eyes.

　　Look at Wuxin in front of you, and then look at the screaming dryad grandma.

　　For a while, it was actually a little unclear, who is the devil and who is the devil! .

Chapter 16

　　14. There are angry eyes of King Kong, and there are even lower eyebrows of Bodhisattvas [for flowers, for collections! 】

　　Yan Chixia was completely stunned.

　　As for Grandma Dryad, after being stunned for a while, she seemed to have reacted.

　　Looking up again, he couldn't help but scream.

　　"Enchanted!"

　　"Monk, you are the devil!!"

　　"You are the real devil!"

　　"Yan Chixia, don't you keep saying that you want to exorcise the devil and guard the way? Right now, a real devil is about to be born, why are you standing by, indifferent!?"

　　Grandma Dryad asked aloud.

　　And the words came out, before Yan Chixia could react again.

　　Wuxin snorted coldly.

　　"Crack!"

　　"Whether it is a devil or a Buddha. Today, you will surely die!

　　Do you think you ran away? ! "

　　While speaking, the black Jie Dao was already floating in the air, hovering above Wuxin's head.

　　"The tin stick breaks the thorny road, and the Jie Dao cuts off the injustice!"

　　Do not recite the Buddha's name again.

　　The words fall.

　　Above the head, the Jie Dao has been swung!

　　This knife has once slashed the true Buddha of Jinshan Temple and the Dragon King of West Lake.

　　How can a little millennium tree spirit be able to resist?

　　The moment the knife came out.

　　Everyone present felt that time seemed to freeze for it.

　　Even if the dryad grandmother tried her best to resist, she was just a man's arm to stop the car.

　　Immediately, a black light flashed by.

　　Wait until you come back to God.

　　On the body of the thousand-year-old tree demon that is nearly ten meters high, a faint bloodstain has already appeared.

　　Belonging to the tree spirit, green blood gushed from the wound.

　　But right now, not a single drop fell to the ground.

　　Instead, they were all drawn by the dark magic energy.

　　A steady stream, merged into the cup of black Jie Dao!

　　……

　　Just a blink of an eye.

　　The tree essence, which was condensed by the tree spirit grandma's thousand years of cultivation, was completely swallowed up by this sword!

　　With the influx of this power, Wuxin's whole body is full of aura.

　　Behind him, under the body of the Buddha statue of the Slaughtering Demon, vaguely, countless evil ghosts appeared.

　　Grandma Dryad was right.

　　The other party, this is the real devil!

　　As it was dying, it lay on the ground and looked at Wuxin under the Buddha statue of the Killing Devil in front of it.

　　Looking at the other party, the Demon Buddha behind him showed a reckless look.

　　It was inexplicably thought of that battle five hundred years ago.

　　I thought of the broken sky that I saw behind Lanruo Temple that day.

　　And the monkey who fought till the end.

　　……

　　At this moment, Grandma Dryad finally understood something.

　　The sound was like weeping.

　　"I see. You're here to collect debts."

　　"You came here to collect debts for that monkey five hundred years ago."

　　"People like you are the real monsters."

　　"You will not succeed. The gods and Buddhas in the sky will not let you succeed. Five hundred years ago, that monkey failed... You will inevitably fail too!"

　　dying.

　　Grandma Dryad suddenly stabbed her neck and shouted.

　　The words he said seemed to be related to a secret from five hundred years ago.

　　Yan Chixia in the rear felt confused when she heard this.

　　Wuxin listened, but his expression changed somewhat.

　　But no nonsense.

　　Just then, a breeze blew by.

　　The dryad grandmother below, her figure was blown away by the autumn wind.

　　It turned into a wisp of ashes and dissipated between heaven and earth.

　　After a long time, Wuxin put his palms together, as if answering his question, and as if he was muttering to himself, saying,

　　"This world, come and struggle, that's enough.

　　Why should you care about the ending? "

　　However, his words were destined to be unanswered.

　　The only one who really replied to him was a sword cry.

　　Wuxin heard the news, turned his head again, and looked behind him.

　　It was Yan Chixia who drew the sword.

　　He looked at Wuxin at this time, and his expression was full of solemnity.

　　"Monk, are you... a human or a demon?"

　　"Humans or demons, is there a big difference?" Wuxin asked rhetorically.

　　"If it's a human, everything is easy to say, if it's a demon..."