Chapter 1394

In the Western Buddhist world, on the endless wasteland, the Zhiming who got rid of Foshan's first wave of pursuit restored the demon's body, with bloody magic lines on the eyebrows and eyes.

In order to enhance the strength and kill wuyutian, ningchen has given up all human emotions at all costs and walked around the world with the most merciless side.

The failure of Cihang Bodhisattva's killing demons is an unacceptable thing for the whole Buddhist world. In Foshan, there is no sound.

There are many messengers in the Buddhist world, looking for the green clothes monk walking in the Buddhist world, to inform the evil.

However, with tens of thousands of years of tradition in the Buddhist world, the monks in green clothes have spread all over the Buddhist world, and they can not be found in a short time.

The demon who kills monks and testifies is faster than any Herald. Many times, the Foshan Herald just looked for the monk in green, but only saw the body of the monk.

With the spread of evil, the whole Buddhist world was in a state of panic for several months, and the mountains and rivers became a forbidden area for monks.

Under Ning Chen's hands, more and more ghosts are rescued. More than 90% of them are women, and the cause of death is doubtful.

In the vein of a mountain, in front of Ning Chen, a monk in green fell into a pool of blood. The mark of his sword was so neat that there was no room for resistance.

The devil is merciless. At least, for the whole divine world, Zhiming has no emotion.

Not far away from the war, a ghost crawling, shivering.

Ning Chen waves his hand, and the aura of heaven and earth surges into many ghosts.

More than ten female ghosts, whose spirits gradually dissipate, return their ferocious faces to their former appearance, salute the white haired man in front of them, and disappear into the forest.

"Immortal, they are so pitiful."

On Ning Chen's shoulder, little gourd looks at a female ghost in white who has disappeared. Her tender face shows pity.

"only when ghosts are rampant can Foshan be indispensable."

Ning Chen looks at Xumi Foshan in the distance, and his eyes flash coldly. He has always had a bad impression of Buddhism, which is like a moth eating away the achievements of believers. Such a Buddhism can't be respected.

"Xianchang, let's hurry up, maybe we can save more people." Good little gourd face is full of unbearable, urged the way.

"Well."

Ning Chen takes back his eyes and walks away.

In Xumi Foshan, Cihang Bodhisattva stands still on the lotus platform, twists his fingers with slender hands, and the Buddha light shines all over his body.

The returning Cihang Bodhisattva adjusts his breath day and night to repair the damaged Buddha body.

In the void, the West Buddha sits on the Golden Lotus. The Buddha is solemn and powerful.

Since the return of Cihang Bodhisattva, there has been almost no communication between the two giants in Foshan.

Everyone in Foshan knows that although Cihang Bodhisattva is only a Bodhisattva, his status is higher than that of all Buddhas, second only to Xilai Buddha, the Lord of Foshan.

In Foshan, the news about the evil came constantly, and Foshan sent many experts to capture them, all of which ended in failure.

The power of the devil is beyond imagination. Cihang Bodhisattva didn't say a word about the matter of knowing fate and transforming God, and Foshan suffered a lot from it.

Foshan sent no less than ten experts at the level of gods and demons, and they all ended up hating each other. No one came back alive.

"Cihang."

Finally, after another four masters of the level of Buddha and demon in Foshan were damaged, the Xilai Buddha finally took the initiative to open his mouth, looked forward at Cihang Bodhisattva, and said, "what happened to that young man?"

Buddha Cihang opened his eyes, saluted and said respectfully, "I don't know if I can reply to my Buddha."

The West Buddha's eyes narrowed slightly and said, "would you like to take this son back to Foshan again in person?"

"To my Buddha, the young man is at the top speed of the Phoenix. My Buddha is not recovered, so it is difficult to capture him for the time being." The Bodhisattva replied.

The West Buddha frowned and said, "Jinpeng."

Over Foshan, the golden light shines, the golden Peng spreads its wings and flies to the front of the Buddhas in a twinkling of an eye.

"My Buddha."

The golden winged Mirs salute respectfully.

"You will go down the mountain with Cihang and bring back the demon who is regarded as the evil Buddha." Xilaifo ordered.

"Yes

The golden winged Mirs are ordered.

The Cihang Bodhisattva's face flashed by, and he didn't refuse any more.

In the south of the Buddhist world, the monks in green clothes are stained with blood all over the mountains and rivers. The figure of white hair in plain clothes, walking in the mountains and rivers, is like death, harvesting the life of a monk in green clothes.

Thousands of monks in green clothes fell down, and countless resentment souls were able to save their lives. They hid in the depths of the mountains, avoiding the fate of their souls.

Every time a monk is killed, Ning Chen's whole body and karma fire will appear to quench the demon's body.

When Ning Chen slaughtered the monks in green clothes, the golden light filled Foshan. Many Buddhist masters left Foshan and rushed to the south of the Buddhist world.

Cihang Bodhisattva reappeared. In the rear, a Bodhisattva and arhat followed him. The Buddha light shrouded him and he was extremely strong.

In the south of the Buddhist world, Ning Chen felt the strange direction from Foshan and accelerated his action.In the ten days, hundreds of monks in green clothes died in the battle in the seventy-seven mountains, and their swords sealed their throats with blood.

"The 9997, the 9998, the 9999, the immortal, there is one more to go."

Ning Chen shoulder, small gourd stretched out white tender small hand, carefully count, raise head to remind a way.

"So fast?"

Ning Chen's whole body, the fire of industry keeps burning and has not been extinguished for several months.

"Well, I've counted it several times."

Little gourd is very sure to nod, should be way.

Ning Chen nodded and looked at the Buddha cloud in the distance, with a slight look.

This piece of Buddha cloud has been chasing him for several days, and I'm afraid it will soon catch up with him.

I didn't expect that there are such amazing experts in Foshan.

There is only one person left. Success is just around the corner. He can't fall short.

Ning Chen's left hand turns over, and the book of heaven is revealed out of thin air, trying to find the nearest monk in green.

In the ten volumes of the book of heaven, the volume of the Ming Dynasty shows its power and peeps at the secrets of heaven.

Looking for a moment, Ning Chen wave away the book, the figure flashed, northbound.

In the distance, in the sky, Jinpeng spreads its wings and flies at top speed.

There are many Bodhisattvas and Luo Hanjing standing on the golden winged Mirs. The light of the Buddha pervades the Mirs and helps them pursue the demons.

Half a day later, on a beautiful mountain, the golden winged Mirs flew to the sky, and a strong Buddhist came down from the sky and stood on the void.

On the top of the mountain, the figure with white hair in plain clothes faces the Buddhas. In front of him, a crack appears on the throat of a monk in green clothes, and blood gushes out.

The first ten thousand Buddhist monks in green clothes fell down in the eyes of many Buddhists and Arhats, and their eyes were filled with reluctance and fear.

The monk in green died in battle. Ning Chen was surrounded by endless fire. He was mighty and shocking.

Ye Huo burns himself, kills monks and turns demons into demons. In Ning Chen's body, chaos and evil Qi surge wildly. Under the quenching of Ye Huo, they gradually integrate into every inch of the body.

At the next moment, on the top of the mountain, the ferocious magic power broke out. It was dark and heavy, as if the night was coming again and the dawn was gone.

Kill Ten Thousand Buddhas and complete the evil way. After endless years, immortal demons reappear in the world.

"Ladies and gentlemen, I've been waiting for a long time."

In the violent black air current, Ning Chen turns around and looks at the people in front with cold eyes, calming down.

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