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

　　Demon Lord Qiye sneered, his expression not concealing his joking and contempt.

　　Sima Sanniang and several people in the rear listened, and their expressions immediately turned blue.

　　Careless but unintentional.

　　He glanced at the people of the Yinyue Dynasty in front of him, and then looked at Xuanxin Zhengzong behind him.

　　Another shook his head, said.

　　"What does the righteous path have to do with the poor monk?"

　　"The poor monk said that this time I came here to take your life, and I hope that the donor will be fulfilled."

25 Heartless words are calm with sincerity.

　　Everyone present listened, and their expressions changed.

　　This feeling is really weird.

　　Killing people in such a pleading tone is really different.

　　It is no wonder that Wuxin is called an evil monk.

　　This is the first time everyone has encountered a scene like this.

　　Even the Demon Lord Qiye was silent.

　　Looking at the opposite, under the moonlight, the unintentional monk in the black robe was as black as ink, his eyes flickered, and no one knew what he was thinking in his heart at this time.

　　However, although he was silent, the thugs of the Yin Moon Dynasty were restless.

　　After hearing Wuxin say this, he turned his head to face him, and snorted again.

　　"Where did the thief come from, what kind of thing are you, you dare to threaten to take my life!?"

　　"That's right, the thief is bald. My holy monarch kindly solicited, but you didn't accept it. I think you are seeking your own death!"

　　The power of the white-haired devil is too strong.

　　Almost one person and one sword overwhelmed everyone on the opposite side of Xuanxin Zhengzong.

　　So at this time, the disciples of the Yinyue Dynasty were a little arrogant, which was normal.

　　Sima Sanniang and the others at the rear listened, naturally dissatisfied.

　　"Yelang is arrogant!"

　　At this time, he snorted coldly, and cursed in the back, which was regarded as an injustice for Wuxin.

　　There is no heart, no words.

　　He turned his head and just glanced at the disciple of the Yinyue Dynasty who had just spoken.

　　But this is it.

　　The three Yin Moon Dynasty disciples who just spoke suddenly froze.

　　Under a groan.

　　One by one was actually like a log, facing up and fell directly to the ground.

　　"what's the situation?"

　　The people of the Yinyue Dynasty in the rear were naturally surprised when they saw this.

　　Going forward to investigate again, the results are even more shocking.

　　"Dying out of breath?"

　　"This is being shot by the great power and wiped out the soul."

　　After someone surveyed, they whispered.

　　After saying this, he looked at the opposite side Wuxin.

　　Obviously, today, it is completely self-evident who did the deaths of these Yin Moon Dynasty disciples.

　　"This...is this dead?"

　　"One glance, kill someone?"

　　On the opposite side, everyone in the Yinyue Dynasty, who had been arrogant and arrogant, was horrified.

　　Finally, I didn't dare to be as arrogant as before.

　　Looking up again, looking at Wuxin's expression, there is a bit of panic.

　　……

　　In an instant, the arena fell into a dead silence.

　　in silence.

　　Wuxin finally spoke again.

　　The words were leisurely, and he said to the crowd again.

　　"The poor monk said that this time I came here to borrow the head of the Seven Nights. So, you... don't force the poor monk to kill."

　　His voice fell.

　　The phantom of the Slaughtering Demon Buddha slowly emerged.

　　Under the moonlight, the Buddha statue overlooked the entire Nanguo Town, his expression became more and more pitiful, and he was about to cry.

　　But the black sword in his hand was so chilling.

　　Knife sacrificing.

　　The blood energy in the entire Nanguo Town received traction at this moment, surging towards Jie Dao continuously.

　　The entire blade began to flash with blood.

　　The crowd was silent.

　　At this moment, there are tens of thousands of demons here.

　　It was Wuxin's side, a look, so shocked that he was speechless.

　　Momentum dropped.

　　At the critical moment, Mojun Qiye finally spoke.

　　"What's the point of doing something to the people below."

　　"Monk, don't you want to kill me? Then come at me!"

　　"Cut the sky and draw the sword!!"

　　Although Demon Lord Qiye was disdainful in his words.

　　However, at this moment in my heart, when I really make a move, I also dare not be careless.

　　This time, it is the real thunder method.

　　Drinking at this time.

　　The sword light, which was almost filled with all infuriating energy, slashed forward fiercely,

　　This sword really has a bit of meaning to cut the sky.

　　The blade has only just come out of its scabbard.

　　The fierce sword energy actually smashed the houses on both sides of the street and turned them into powder!

　　An extremely strong sword, one after another, rushed forward.

　　……

　　Look at this snow-white sword light.

　　Even on Xuanxin Zhengzong's side, many people have confidence in Wuxin.

　　At this time, his complexion was also a little pale.

　　It was Yan Hongye, who turned her head at this moment and couldn't help but asked Yan Chixia again, saying.

　　"Father, Master Wuxin... can he really do it?"

　　"I believe in the Master, a hundred moves... Within a hundred moves, the Master will definitely be able to win the Seven Nights Demon Sovereign."

　　Yan Chixia was actually a little nervous.

　　However, he had witnessed with his own eyes the unintentional killing of the old black mountain demon and the ghost of the underworld.

　　Still more believe in the power of unintentional.

　　That's why he made a judgment.

　　Determined to win without intention.

　　……

　　However, even he did not expect that Wuxin would win so easily.

　　Unexpectedly, the earth-shattering battle between the righteous and the devil.

　　There is also no subtle confrontation of exercises and moves, and there are dangerous fights.

　　In the face of the so-called absolutely powerful sword cut out by the Demon Lord Qiye, Hei Pao Wuxin just slightly probed his hand and grabbed it forward.

　　His expression was calm, as if he was picking up a fallen leaf that had accidentally fallen to the ground.

　　But that's how it looks peaceful.

　　It seems to be full of flawed movements everywhere.

　　Today, it was very easy to break through the swordsmanship of the Demon Lord Qiye.

　　True Qi is like a big hand.

　　In one fell swoop, the Hua Mojun Qiye was captured in front of him.

　　"Let go!"

　　The devil's black hair danced wildly for seven nights, and he was also mad at this time, trying to break free from the shackles of unintentional.

　　"Want to escape?"