Immortal and Martial Dual Cultivation - 2008. Chapter 2008

Come here, wearing a monk robe, thick eyebrows, big eyes, clear eyebrows, and a conspicuous bald head.

It’s not the little monk Shang Yanchen, who is it.

I have always heard the little monk say that he is a master, a very powerful master, and the existence of Xingjun in the middle stage is completely out of the eye of the law.

Even his own swordsmanship is a bit interesting in his eyes, and he needs his guidance.

Don’t believe me, I didn’t believe it at all before.

But in the scene just now, he was stunned and stunned. Yan Zhe, who had just entered the Holy Venerable, did not catch a knife in his hand.

Although this Yan Zhe had been hit repeatedly by himself before, and he suffered serious injuries.

The mood is also a little broken, but no matter what, he is also a holy person.

The silver light flickered, just like that, it was split in half, with no vitality, and the soul dissipated.

The elders of the three major demon sects, the leaders of the three major pirate regiments, many casual cultivators, and the chief true disciples of the demon sects were all frightened.

I really can’t believe the facts I saw before my eyes.

Is this still a monk?

With long, clear eyebrows, how could he be so cruel and unfeeling when he shot, he didn’t have any scruples about Buddhist precepts. If you say that you kill, you will kill, without mercy, and you are not afraid of committing the precept of killing.

“Little monk, you are a Buddhist monk, how can you go with this white mad demon? He is a great evil man who escaped from the devil’s way!”

Elder Gao of the Illusory Cloud Sect said shamelessly, forgetting that he was a big demon.

The refining of the ghost flags of the Illusory Cloud Sect is all conscienceless and inhumane.

But now, righteous words, in turn, pointed to Xiao Chen and said that he was a great demon.

I have to say that the strength of the little monk Shang Yanchen really scared them, and even this kind of rhetoric was used.

Yan Chen was too lazy to speak, the blade pointed, and he said in a deep voice: “I can’t control so much. Whoever kills my elder brother, I will kill whoever. The knife in my hand, whoever I want to be with, it is not your turn to come. Point and finger.”

After a few words, the road to peace talks was completely blocked.

“Huh, you really want to kill all of us by one person. Yan Zhe just carelessly, let’s go together and kill this bald donkey.”

Although the burst of strength of the little monk was terrifying and scary, but there were too many treasures on Xiao Chen’s body.

Whether it is the fire of the imaginary god or the eight treasures of the gods, it is worth fighting for everyone and the little monk.

In addition, there are many people, and there will always be some advantages in my heart.

Yan Chen smiled slightly, his smiling face was like a Buddha, and he looked kind, like a living Buddha reincarnated.

An action, an expression, there is the supreme Buddha intent, the thick Buddha’s prestige turns into pure silver light, illuminating all directions.

“This light is really special. I rarely hear that Buddhism emits silver light.”

Xiao Chen got up and saw this scene, secretly surprised. In the incomplete memory inherited from the fire of the Underground Dragon City Void God, there seems to be some records about the silver Buddha light, but now is not the time to remember.

Taking advantage of the little monk’s appearance, Xiao Chen sat cross-legged, quickly healed his injuries and regained his strength.

Click!

Who knows, he heard a scream just as he sat cross-legged. The silver light flickered, the Buddha’s prestige on the little monk’s body, the terrifying knife intent, disappeared without a trace.

When he appeared in the next moment, he fell in front of a leading true biography disciple.

The chief true disciple was Long Tingyu of Illusory Cloud Sect, Yan Chen was equivalent to his cultivation, and his realm was almost the same.

But face to face, with just one move, the ghost flag in Long Tingyu’s hand was directly cut off.

The intent of the knife continued, and the silver ring knife continued to fall, directly exploding Long Tingyu’s body into a mass of blood, with no bones left.

call out!

Killing one person and landing on the stone pillar, Yan Chen looked at the stunned holy priests and smiled faintly: “It’s up to you to capture my figure. It’s still a bit difficult.”

When the voice fell, he saw his arms stretched out again, and the person was like a goshawk, and the silver light flashed across the sky in an instant.

The group of people surrounding him suddenly rushed to the air, their complexion changed drastically, and they quickly looked in another direction.

Whoosh whoosh!

Like a peekaboo, with repeated repetitions, amidst the twinkling of silver light, many sages still couldn’t surround Yan Chen.

“I am coming.”

Yan Chen laughed loudly and suddenly appeared in front of the somewhat exhausted Blood Demon Palace chief true biography disciple.

With this knife, the silver light was bright, and the corner of the little monk’s mouth showed a weird smile.

The vicissitudes of life are smiling, as if they have survived in the world for a hundred years and thousands of years. After reading all the ways of life, watching the prosperity, only the lonely vicissitudes are left.

The light of his sword suddenly became thick and heavy, as if spanning time and space, after thousands of years of washing.

Bang!

The chief true disciple of the Blood Demon Palace who encountered his sword was annihilated on the spot and turned directly into dust.

“Maya Breaking the Ring Knife!”

With a flash of light in Xiao Chen’s eyes, he immediately recognized that the sword technique used by the little monk was the Maya’s sword for breaking the ring that was forbidden by Buddhism.

It should be Canpu, just like myself, only practiced a few of them.

But even if the mighty power of the Maya Breaking Knife, it cannot be the same as the ordinary killer move.

The strength of the little monk also made Xiao Chen had to admit that there really existed in this world, and the kind that could show his own strength doubled.

Ordinary warriors, who can display 80% of their own strength, are considered to be excellent.

A genius who can play ten percent can be called a genius, and one who can play twelve percent can be called an evildoer.

Like Xiao Chen, the strongest state can perform 15% of the extraordinary performance. In today’s world, there are only a handful of them.

As for the situation like the little monk, you can only look for it in ancient books.

A warrior in the late Xingjun period, surrounded by nine sages, could easily deal with it and kill three people with a wave of hands.

It’s really a bit contrary to common sense.

“Good job!”

At this moment, a cold snort came out, and the little monk flickered next time, unexpectedly appearing in front of the strongest Lao Chai among the sages.

Lao Chai was not afraid of anything, with a thin palm of his hand, gently patted it.

Rumble!

The sky was shaking, and the nearby stone pillars trembled. The old man really didn’t know how long he had lived.

In the wave of his hand, the driving force was terrifying.

Bang!

The little monk vomited a mouthful of blood and was directly shocked out. It was the first time everyone saw him so embarrassed.

“Hahaha, Mr. Chai is great, and Mr. Chai is there, enough to be worry-free!”

Seeing Lao Chai’s tyrannical strength, the other saints immediately increased their confidence.

“The dying person, see how many more times you can wield such tyrannical energy!”

Yan Chen wiped away the blood stains on the corners of his mouth, but he was not convinced at all, a flash of silver light, and another knife.

Everyone was a little surprised to find that in front of Yan Chen’s weird body, the idea of besieging him was simply an impossible task.

Can only watch, Yan Chen and Chai Lao fight alone.

One move is easier than one, and it is obvious that Lao Chai is becoming more and more powerless.

The twilight air on his body became heavier and too old.

If it had been ten years ago, Chai Lao would not have paid attention to Yan Chen at all.

But now, his longevity is approaching, and with such a strong fight, Lao Chai can feel his poor longevity every time.

In the rapid decrease, the oil will run out at any time.

“in the world!”

A smile of vicissitudes of life once again appeared on the face of the little monk Shang Yanchen, and the silver knife light emitted from the ring knife in his hand instantly became thicker.

All kinds of red-dust visions in the world are constantly appearing and overlapping.

Each overlapped layer turned into a silver knife light, engraving an annual ring.

boom!

Chai Lao’s fragile body, after receiving this knife, his lifespan was exhausted, his oil was exhausted and his lamp ran out. The body withered automatically like an old tree, and fell into the abyss like a lead stone.

“I remember!”

At this moment, a Demon Sect elder’s face suddenly changed wildly, and he pointed his finger at the little monk, shaking constantly.

With a look of fear in his eyes, the little monk was taken aback for a moment, and then became a little flustered.

“Buddhist silver knife, Tianying Demon Monk!”

Kacha, as soon as the voice fell, he was hit by Yan Chen’s violent knife, and was hit hard on the spot.

Holding the ring knife, Yan Chen couldn’t help but repented and said: “Damn it, it’s still a step too late.”

“Go, go, he is a little demon monk with a silver knife! He is born with a body of bad luck, holding a Buddhism ring knife, free from the shackles of killing ring, the nemesis of the demon sect warrior. Even if the sins are monstrous, you can stand as a Buddha!”

After the other saints recognized the origins of the little monk Shang Yanchen, they no longer entangled and left.

Little demon monk with a silver knife?

Xiao Chen, who was healing, couldn’t help but twitch at the corner of his mouth when he heard such a title.

This title is really domineering! No wonder the little monk immediately jumped over every time he mentioned a person’s name.