Chapter 1613： No time in the past (six more monthly tickets)

In the ancient temple, the shadows are whirling.

Two great immortal Buddha masters are walking ahead.

"Wukong, you haven't let go, the past is like wind, but the past is after all!"

The Lord of Xianchan Temple spoke slowly, his eyes long.

Wukong frowned, never spoke, and struggled in his eyes.

"Don't blame the little friend, the reason why Wukong is hostile to you is just because of the past." The master of Xianchan Temple sighed.

"If you implicate the little benefactor because of this, what is the difference from that anger implicated in the demon of sentient beings?" The master of Xianchan Temple paused, turned and looked towards Wukong.

"Foster father!" Xiao Wu's eyes moved slightly, and he whispered.

She seemed to be able to feel the sadness, anger, struggle, and endless evil spirit in Wukong's heart.

"He won't hurt me..."

"Enough!" Wu Kong said suddenly, and he looked at Xiao Wu, "Knowing people, knowing the face but not knowing the heart, the person with the face of the Buddha and the heart of the Buddha, how can you distinguish it, even the foster father..."

He looked at Qin Xuan, but the sound stopped.

"Fine!"

Wukong slowly closed his eyes, "The temple owner is correct, why should I implicate you because of the past, since Chen insists, I shouldn't say something here."

Holding a string of Buddhist beads relics in his hand, he slowly said: "I used to be a great general of the kingdom of God, conquering the Quartet, with a lot of blood in my hands, but God favored me and got me a woman named Huizhu."

"Since then, I have put down the butcher knife and practiced and enlightened with peace of mind."

"Huizhu and Chen are very similar, generally gentle, generally exquisite and intellect, but it is a pity...Huizhu is a ghost and knows an animal."

"Once upon a time, Hye Joo said the same thing as you."

Wukong opened his eyes slightly, but his pupils had already turned crimson, as if blood and tears gathered but not scattered.

"He won't hurt me... but that evil barrier actually cut Hui Zhu thousands of swords and cut all his flesh and blood, and used Hui Zhu's dry bones as demon puppets and soul as idiots, and refined them into magic weapons."

"So far, my daughter Hye Joo has also suffered endless pain."

Wukong's voice is hoarse, as if trembling, "Huachen, you are very similar to Huizhu, but I also know very well that you are not her. I accept you as a righteous daughter. It is indeed a different idea. A picture of you and her A similar face, deceive yourself and others, Ertu, you can lead that demon, and I can avenge my blood!"

If the sound contains endless sadness and anger.

The master of the Xianchan Temple also sighed slightly, "I met him 27,000 years ago and saved him easily, otherwise he will be the devil!"

He knew Wukong's past, and naturally knew why Wukong saw Qin Xuan's face suddenly change.

Xiao Wu and Huizhu are too similar, they are Wukong's demons.

He faintly turned Qin Xuan and the demon into the same shadow, which was difficult to restrain.

"No matter who you are, if you dare to hurt the dust, I will let you smash the broken bones!"

Wukong will **** by word.

Qin Xuan said indifferently to his threat, if he hadn't heard of it, "Cut blood and bones, what you said is the seventh-ranked celestial arrogant, Si Huangquan with the title of bone demon!?"

Wukong was covered with blood, "It's that animal!"

"Twenty-seven thousand years, you should have returned to the Void Realm, right?"

"Half a step together!" The Master of the Xianzen Temple said slowly.

Nasi Huangquan, 27,000 years ago, should have turned god.

Qin Xuan looked indifferent, but never spoke.

Although he doesn't feel pity for Wukong, he won't cut a knife into your wound.

"This time, did you use Xiao Wu as bait to lure Nasi Huangquan into this Buddhist event?" Qin Xuan's eyes flashed a trace of ice and a hint of killing intent.

This obscure intention to obliterate Xiao Wu's face was shocked.

"Not bad!" Wukong said.

"Then you should die!"

The next moment, Qin Xuan's killing intent surged in his eyes, and a third rank supreme long sword suddenly fell in his hand.

The mere majestic top grade, dare to use Xiao Wu as bait.

"You dare to use her as a bait, just ants, if she hurts half a point, I will slaughter you the Zen Buddhist Temple!"

Before the sound fell, Qin Xuan suddenly turned around before Wukong could react.

"The Lord of the Immortal Zen Temple, if you want to test me, why bother so sneaky!"

A pale golden palm with a Buddha pattern on the hand was already approaching behind Qin Xuan.

boom!

A sword light cut out, and Qin Xuan was angry at this moment in white clothes like snow.

This sword almost divided this ancient temple into two, and a sword glow passed over the three thousand pure golden clouds.

I don't know how many of them are Buddhist supreme, his complexion is shocked.

"not good!"

The ancient temple, the sword mark slowly disappeared, and the Lord of the Pure Land Buddha took action. The ancient temple that was divided into two parts has slowly returned to one.

Qin Xuan's eyes were cold, a ray of evil spirit lingered in his eyes.

The Buddhist text broke in the palm of the master of Xianchan Temple, and he took a deep breath, "You really are the demon master in white!?"

This palm, he did not leave his hand, or Wukong could not stop it, but was blocked by Qin Xuan.

"Xian Chan Buddhist Temple, bald donkey, you are looking for death!"

Qin Xuan's eyes were icy, Wukong dared to use Xiao Wu as bait, almost touching his scales.

The master of the Immortal Zen Temple was even more hands-on to test his identity.

"Little benefactor, don't be angry, we are just a test!"

"Okay!" Qin Xuan's voice came out word by word.

"I will test you too! Kill Wukong this bald donkey!"

Yin Luo, Qin Xuan's body, Divine Mind, Ten Thousand Stars, Emperor Realm, Ruhua Yijian.

One sword, ask Evergreen!

"Xian Chan!"

"It's okay!"

At this moment, the skinny temple master was motionless, and he slowly dropped a palm again.

In his palm, if there are endless universes, three thousand worlds.

A product of supernatural power, three thousand Sumi hands!

The Buddha of the Pure Land did not stand still, he suddenly flicked his sleeves, covering the ancient temple with the universe in his sleeves.

Outside the ancient temple, a bright golden robe sleeve completely enveloped the ancient temple.

boom!

A palm, a sword, collide together.

Everything is almost broken, and the ancient temple has been annihilated at this moment.

The face of the Lord of the Pure Land changed slightly, and a sword mark appeared on the golden sleeve robe, tearing it apart.

He had to recite Buddhist scriptures, endless scriptures, such as a ban, blocking the remaining sword light.

The sword light only slowly dissipated after nearly a dozen shattered.

Within the restriction, the Lord of Pure Land could not help but take a breath.

I saw the master of the Immortal Zen Temple, one arm of the robes was nearly broken, it was a third grade robes.

The third-rank long sword in Qin Xuan's hand was even more annihilated into nothingness, and it was difficult to withstand the power of this sword.

A dazzling blood stain appeared in the palm of the master of the Immortal Zen Temple.

It was the master of Xianchan Temple, with a touch of solemnity in his eyes.

That sword extinguished the three thousand realms in his palm. If he hadn't moved the Buddhism without destroying the Buddha's body, one arm would almost have been cut into nothingness.

The strength of this demon master is really terrifying!

Even the Lord of Xianchan Temple seemed to fall into hell, and he did not feel relaxed because of this.

This demon master, the mana in his body, the essence of essence, but the divine mind seemed to be empty, but it made him feel that this demon master did not exert all his strength.

Wukong was already sluggish, and even the resentment in his heart had faded.

"what!?"

He lost his voice and looked at Qin Xuan.

This person... is the demon master, Yijian, the master of Shangxian Zen Temple! ?

In Qin Xuan's hand, a third-rank long sword appeared again, which he had left deliberately. It had seven handles, and now there are still six.

His voice was cold and he turned and looked at Wukong.

"Bald donkey, it's your turn!"