Chapter 95

Invincible creatures have a great body. One person is a kingdom of God. His majestic posture shocked the world. He ignored the White Horse Temple and sneered at the words of the old monk.

"So, you will be buried with the White Horse Temple."

The great sound spread all over the earth, unspeakable cold and ruthless.

The halberd wheel moved and fell towards the White Horse Temple. I can't imagine what would happen if the halberd fell. Would it be a loss of life, or would everything sink.

Both!

Hundreds of millions of miles of the earth will be destroyed and sunk by this halberd.

The old monk still didn't appear. There was only one sigh between heaven and earth.

Boom!

In the front part of the halberd, there was a burst of brilliance. It didn't fall and was blocked. Unimaginable terrorist power burst out. It was a power beyond the cultivator's imagination and shook the heavens.

Bang bang.

With three earth shaking roars in a row, the invincible creature retreated three steps, his halberd was shocked back by God, and the moment he cut it off was bounced off.

"Roar!!" the invincible creature was furious.

With eyes the size of the moon, four pairs of eyes are all bloody.

His halberd breathed the Qi of chaos. The stars in the sky seemed to feel something. The stars exploded and the stars fell.

The halberd comes out again and looks down at the world!

"A dying man, everything is dusty in front of my way. Let me send you on the road today."

Invincible creatures drink.

He was full of Qi, and his whole body was full of chaos and spirit.

"Boom." at this moment, there are wisps of chaotic Shenghui on the White Horse Temple, blooming like fireworks, trees of fire and silver flowers, gorgeous and brilliant.

A strange old figure appeared in the eyes of the world.

It was an old monk sitting on a futon with his hands on his legs. His body was thin and emitting the smell of dusk. His eyelids hung down and his eyes were godless, as if he were going to die later.

This is a terrible vision.

Anyone who looks in the direction of the white horse temple can see the figure of the old monk, no matter how far away, as if he was in front of him!

The old monk opened his eyelids slightly. He looked at the invincible creature and raised his thin arm to slap him in the air.

Heaven and earth lost their brilliance in an instant.

Everything seemed to solidify, the wind stopped and the water stopped flowing.

In a moment, the Buddha's light was shining, the word "Xi" was printed out in the palm of the hand, blocking out the sky and blocking out the sun, and the chaotic Qi surged surprisingly, as if the world were to be reopened.

The heavens are shaking.

The invincible creature stumbled, his body exploded, and there was a painful howl in his mouth.

The broad chest the size of a plain splashed blood.

He was killed outside the White Horse Temple by the town. Finally, the dust returned to the dust and the earth returned to the earth. The halberd in his hand flew out and inserted into the mountains and forests hundreds of millions of miles away, crushing the ancient landscape.

People on earth are thrilled.

No one could help but feel the cold hair stand upright and feel the scalp being pulled off and trembling.

Standing outside the sky, the figures of gods and demons in remote areas took back their eyes at this moment.

The death of invincible creatures made them no longer pay attention to the White Horse Temple, and their figure gradually dissipated.

This war made them understand that the old monk was still alive and had not reached the limit of death. At the same time, they also gave up the idea of staring at the White Horse Temple during these years.

Up to now, this war is still spreading.

In those years, Fang Xuan stood at the center of the war and witnessed everything.

The stubborn bald head, Jichen slapped a holy God of the Four Eyed ancient family.

"You don't want to see Jichen." seeing Fang Xuan's expression, Maobai doesn't know why this crazy idea appears.

It thinks it's really crazy.

It just found that it was not alone.

Fang Xuan nodded in response.

"This is a magic weapon for remembering dust, which was used when he was young." Fang Xuan looked at the demon subduing pestle in his hand.

He will want to see Jichen. There is nothing else. He just wants to see Jichen.

Fang Xuan has never positioned himself in a high position. He feels that he is a person. He can cry and laugh. When he sees the suffering of the world, he will laugh and laugh at it. He will do whatever he wants, and he will not be ungrateful. He is really free and carefree.

This is Fang Xuan.

The old man is very stubborn. He will finish what he believes. He once received a bowl of water, and he returned a lake to the other party. Once he decided that he wanted to break through, sit in silence for 50 years, and finally break the cocoon and turn into a butterfly.

Guarding the White Horse Temple was also a word he promised the dead Master and the abbot of the White Horse Temple.

"I will guard the White Horse Temple and use all my strength."

Jichen is really stubborn. The nine longicorn beetles can't pull.

This insistence took him five thousand years. It was clear that he had only three thousand years of life, and he sat for five thousand years.

He broke through in the White Horse Temple and sat for another two thousand years.

Now the deadline is coming. Fang Xuan knows that Jichen is dying and will not have a chance to break through.

This stubborn guy who is expected to become the fourth True Buddha in 3000 years is dying.

Fang Xuan seldom sees people wrong.

It is an iron fact that remembering dust will come true.

However, a promise made him trapped in the White Horse Temple and never left.

Is it the Abbot's fault?

Yes, the abbot was wrong. It was outrageous.

However, from the perspective of the abbot, there is nothing wrong. He just wants to protect the White Horse Temple and doesn't want to see the temple decline and disappear in history.

The White Horse Temple has experienced too many storms and survived every time. Only this time it failed

"Seeing this, you're going to see Jichen?" Yan Wu didn't understand.

What does this magic instrument have to do with remembering dust.

Is it dust? So why did Fang Xuan go to Jichen when he saw it.

Cat white is also an accident.

This demon subduing pestle is really powerful, but it is too small compared with the invincible Jichen. After all, this magic weapon was only used by Jichen when he was young.

It's just a magic weapon held in a young age. It's very unlikely to see Jichen with it.

"Its appearance represents that Jichen is dying."

Fang Xuan rubbed the demon subduing pestle.

"What!"

"What?!"

Yan Wu and cat Bai were shocked by one person and one cat.

They heard an incredible news. Jichen is dying?

Seeing that they were puzzled on their faces, Fang Xuan smiled and explained.

"About fifty years ago, a little monk cleaned and saw..."

When the little monk was cleaning, he was curious to see a demon subduing pestle beside Jichen.

"What is this?"

"My magic weapon."

Jichen answered like this at that time.

"Abbot, is this your magic weapon? But it." the little monk is not blind. He can see that the demon subduing pestle is not worthy of Jichen.

The demon subduing pestle is very good, but it is too small compared with Jichen. The two don't match.

"Ha ha." Jichen smiled, smiling kindly and kind.

"This is the magic weapon I used when I was young. It has accompanied me for a long time."

"Oh."

The little monk became more and more curious and touched it.

But he soon lost his face and thought of something.

"The abbot still keeps it now. He must like it very much... But our white horse temple has no future, and it will disappear with us."

The little monk is sad about a magic weapon.

"If one day I'm going to die, let it go out." Jichen responded with a smile.

"Uh huh."

The little monk nodded and smiled a little stunned.

He thought it was a good idea

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