The Ultimate Sword Master

"Grandmaster."

Gu Han felt that it was necessary to clarify this issue, "I really have no fate with Buddha. You see, this little bald man and I... Well, this is the first time I have met the little master, and it is also the first time with you. This is the second time we met, where did the fate come from?”

I really want to talk about it.

He felt that he and the devil were closely connected.

Jinyin, Qianye, Gu Tian, ​​Witch... and Yu Miao, who is the young leader of the Demon Cult, all have an unusually deep relationship with him.

"This is fate."

The old monk smiled kindly and pointed at the bodhi seed.

"..."

Gu Han was speechless.

He felt that this master's attainments in fishing were even higher than his cultivation.

"Grandmaster."

He was a little unconvinced.

"If I return the things to you, will the relationship be broken?"

"No."

The old monk shook his head.

"When this thing comes into the hands of the donor, it is tainted with the donor's Qi. This is the origin. Whether it is returned or not, the donor has formed a predestined relationship with my Buddha."

"..."

Gu Han was stunned!

How else can it be explained this way?

Glancing at the Bodhi seed in his hand, he regretted it endlessly.

Why can't I control my hands?

"Grandmaster!"

He looked sad.

"Junior admires me!"

He felt that he had underestimated the old monk. His skill in talking was ten times better than his skill in fishing!

Think about it.

He still hasn't returned the Bodhi seed.

It's rare for me to be so enthusiastic and eager to get married to me. Why don't you give me face?

"Grandmaster."

"Junior...are you leaving?"

He really didn't dare to stay any longer.

He was worried that after a while, with the old monk's words, he could be fooled into shaving him on the spot!

"The donor will just leave."

The old monk clasped his hands together without any intention of leaving anyone alone.

"Thank you, Master, for the gift."

"We are destined to meet again... ahem, farewell, farewell!"

Gu Han almost said something right, but quickly stopped talking, cupped his hands, and moved away in an instant.

"Master."

Wu Xin was a little confused.

"Why should you give a treasure like the Bodhi Seed to him casually? Moreover, this donor does not look like a Buddhist believer..."

"He has murderous intent towards you, but has no murderous intention."

The old monk sighed.

"My hands are bloody, but my heart is kind and righteous. That's enough."

Wuxin said nothing.

Just a little unconvinced.

If I let it out, he will definitely not be able to beat me.

"That's all."

The old monk sighed.

"Come with me."

As he spoke, he flicked his monk's clothes, and the traces of the master and disciple disappeared in an instant. When they reappeared, they were in front of a clean, solemn, simple and atmospheric ancient temple. The sky above the ancient temple was covered with heavy Buddha lights, and the shadow of a celestial dragon flashed past. , two rows of bodhi trees were planted in the temple, and the green bodhi seeds swayed in the wind, and the sound of chanting sutras could be heard faintly.

In the middle of the hall.

The Buddha's golden body and precious appearance are solemn, and more than a hundred monks are here silently reciting scriptures.

The old monk didn't look at them either.

But he took Wu Xin directly to the back hill of the ancient temple.

In front of a hut.

Two monks stood quietly, one was middle-aged, with a solemn face, and the other was a young man, wearing white monk robes, with an extraordinary temperament. Three people were lying not far away, with no breath at all, and their faces were the same as ordinary people, but The eyebrows and back are slightly bulging, which looks a bit weird.

"senior."

Seeing the old monk, the two monks quickly joined their hands and saluted.

The old monk's origins were mysterious and his seniority was extremely high. Naturally, the two of them did not dare to be disrespectful in the slightest.

"Huiren."

Wu Xin said hello to the young monk.

"meet again."

Seeing Wu Xin, who was stained with blood and was ridiculous but very innocent and kind, a hint of fear flashed in Huiren's eyes, and he nodded slightly but did not speak.

"senior."

The middle-aged monk was a little puzzled.

"This is the third batch in the past six months. Just like before, they killed themselves before I could ask. They still used that divine power. Even I couldn't stop them... These people are all in the extraordinary realm. Cultivation, the divine essence is of little use to them, why do they want to die again and again? "

"well."

The old monk sighed softly.

"Chaos is coming."

"From today onwards."

He glanced deep into the back mountain.

"I will guard this place."

"Thank you, senior."

"Wuxin, come with me."

The old monk said again: "From now on, you are not allowed to leave my side for even half a step."

"oh……"

Wuxin was a little reluctant, but still followed, looking at the three corpses from time to time, his eyes full of curiosity, and...a trace of deeply hidden bloodthirsty.

"Master."

Wait for the two of them to leave.

Huiren spoke softly.

"You never let me enter this God-killing Formation. What is sealed inside?"

"It's...a head."

The middle-aged monk hesitated for a moment and then told the truth.

…

Southern Xinjiang.

In a dilapidated wing.

With a pious look on his face, Yun Tu knelt down in front of the statue, and wisps of red mist continued to penetrate his seven orifices.

After a while.

He stood up slowly and sighed.

outside the door.

Yun Ao was still wearing a green shirt, but his figure was much more transparent than before.

"how?"

Seeing Yun Tu's expression, he raised his eyebrows.

"Failed again?"

"Not a failure."

Yun Tu returned to his lazy look, put his hands in his sleeves, and slowly walked out of the wing room. "The heads of the gods are the most important part. Their deaths can be regarded as some useful information. The gray monk seems to attach great importance to this matter. Hehe, the Ascension Realm... our strength is still a little weak."

"Don't count on me."

Yun Ao shook his head.

"In order to help you suppress that Yuhua Realm, I have exhausted the last power of this Dragon Mirror. It takes a long time to cultivate."

"It doesn't matter."

Yun Tu smiled.

"One is enough. Recently, there has been too much noise. It needs to lie dormant for a while. But before that... there is another big thing!"

Swish!

Swish!

...

The voice fell.

Four figures instantly fell in front of him.

Three in the Holy Realm.

One in the Yuhua Realm.

If there were people from Southern Xinjiang here, it would not be difficult to find that these people were either the masters of a large sect or the masters of a holy land, especially the one in the Yuhua realm, whose identity and origin were even more terrifying. However, in front of Yuntu, they looked extremely respectful, and their eyes were full of fanaticism.

"Greetings to the envoy of God!"

"You guys."

Yuntu's face became solemn.

"The God is about to revive. Today I will establish a sect and let the glory of God spread all over the world!"

"My God!"

Instantly.

Several people knelt on the ground, shouting non-stop.

"Glory!"

Visible to the naked eye.

Wisps of red mist kept drifting out from the statue in the wing room and fell on several people, who looked intoxicated.

Swish!

Swish!

In just a blink of an eye.

The backs of several people kept squirming, and then four thick arms stretched out, and the skin between their eyebrows cracked at the same time, revealing a huge scarlet eye!

A trace of disgust flashed in Yunao's eyes.

But he didn't say anything.

Immersed in divine power, several people didn't seem to lose their minds, but remained sober.

"God's messenger!"

The Yuhua realm monk had a fanatical face.

"Since you want to establish a religion, what is the name of the religion?"

Yun Tu said nothing.

He walked into the wing room again, bowed to the statue, and said in a fanatical tone: "Since you want to revive the gods, the name of the religion is... Fu Shen! From today on, I will be the leader of Fu Shen Religion!"

"Greetings, leader!"

Outside.

Several people had fanatical faces and kept bowing.

"Fu Shen?"

Yun Ao's tone was slightly mocking.

"You are so blatant, are you really not afraid of the old blind man?"

"Wait until the gods are revived."

Yun Tu had a pious face.

"He will be the first to die!"

...

Inside the forbidden area.

A figure in white walked forward slowly, with a layer of fairy light covering his body. He didn't even look at the white bones that could be seen everywhere. The faint sound of ghosts crying and demons howling didn't seem to affect him at all.

It was Luo Wushuang.

Suddenly!

The endless strange fog twisted and turned, and turned into ghosts, biting at him.

However.

When it touched the fairy light, it was like ice meeting the scorching sun, melting instantly!

I don’t know how long it took.

His figure slowly stopped.

A three-foot-long ancient road appeared faintly in the rolling strange fog, which seemed real and illusory, and it seemed to be there and not there, winding and extending to an unknown place.

"The road is broken?"

The fairy light in his eyes was brighter, as if he had sensed something faintly.

"Forget it."

"Just connect it!"