Chapter 1831: Buddha sound

The first thousand eight hundred and thirty-one chapters of the Buddha

Time has passed again for the past two months, and the joy of the devil still does not appear, but the news of this place has spread like a plague. More and more monks have arrived here, and even the fairy tales of the demon are in joy. Also came with a large number of sergeants, stationed in a place 50 miles away from the stone monument, a team of sergeants with a murderous temper, stood neatly, silent, not moving, the nearby monks did not dare to come here, Because the killings of these sergeants are united, the general monks cannot resist.

"Master, why don't we suppress this? If we are told by the joyful demon, we don't have to help, I am afraid it is difficult to bear the anger."

A woman who looked like a twenty-six-year-old woman frowned and looked at Ning Qi, then her eyes fell on Van Gogh.

Van Gogh's true fairy exudes the breath of the Eight Robbers, which is one of the top 30 true immortals in the Three Hundred Immortals. It is also among the top in the existence of the Emperor. It seems that he is a The young monks who are harmless to humans and animals, if not standing behind a large number of Van Gogh gods, the general monks will certainly not think that Van Gogh will be the master of the dynasty.

"Ningbei Xuan is the ruler of the alchemy division. Bodhi Dandi is his brother. The alchemy division is the most revenge. If we suppress it today, the supply of medicinal herbs in the future will definitely be less than 50% or even 80%. Since he has not smashed Rejoice in the Mozong, just sitting quietly, why bother to disturb him? We are already rushing to help, and we are already helping to rejoice the demon."

Van Goe is a faint road.

Suddenly, "Ling Yu, I know that you like Wu Chongxian, but since he is already dead, then look at some, the teacher respects you, and rejoices that the Mozong has no truth."

The female repairer said that she was deeply bowed.

When she and Van Gogh really came to this place, she had already heard how the monks around Wu Chongxian and others were killed by Ning Qi before they talked about it. Therefore, she could not wait to lead the army on the spot and kill Ningqi as Wu Chongxian. Revenge, just did not expect this idea in mind, but it was seen by her master.

"The smell of this body is only the seven-robbery creator, but it can kill Wu Chongxian and several other seven elders who rejoice in the demon. The fighting power is extraordinary. It is a figure of Tianjiao, but I don't know that in Tianjiao, Subordinate to medium or medium..."

Van Gogh's true fairy eyes fell on Ning Qi, and there was a hint of thought in his eyes.

As time went by, the sects of the enchanted sects of the enchanted sects almost received news, with a large number of monks rushing to this place, there are also sects in order to compete for merits, even if they did not inquire, they shot on Ning Qi, the result Ning Qi was completely destroyed, and the land in front of the stone tablet had been dyed red with blood. After that, no monks dared to do it automatically.

"Look! The **** of the Jiulang Temple is here!"

The blossoming golden lotus came out of the air and fell in front of the stone tablet. There were one old monks who seemed to be about to ascend, and the body was full of warm, positive and positive air!

"The nine temples have come to the three golden body Luohan..."

Van Gogh’s eyes are slightly changed. The monks of the golden body of the Luohan class are all eight lords. It is the strongest existence of the Jiuquan ancient temple except the abbot. As far as he knows, there are two Luohan who are dead. In the territory.

Jinlian went down to three old monks, followed by eighteen monks of different ages. The eighteen people were slightly weaker than the former three, but each one was also a seven-robbery creator. In the eternal habitation, the practitioners of the law can see the difference, and those who are rushing to see the lively creator are once again giving a sigh in their hearts. It is one of the seven sects. These twenty monks are sent casually. One person is a top-notch strong enough to sit on one side!

I glanced at the land stained with blood. One of the old monks smiled and looked at Ning Qi, saying: "The donor is Ning Beixuan?"

"Is there something?"

Ning Qi slowly opened his eyes, and indifferently swept the monks of this group. The heart was a bit strange. The Jiuquan Ancient Temple has always had a bad relationship with the joyful demon. How come this day will come to this fun? But strangely strange, Ning Qi does not mind offending a Jiuquan ancient temple.

When he arrived in his realm, the seven major sects were tied together, and he would not let him have a more glance. Only the existence of the Yuanzun level can make him feel a little jealous.

"Ning Shizhu, rejoicing that the Mozong is one of the seven major sects, and it is above the major sects of the Central Plains. Therefore, it cannot be chaotic. If there is chaos, the world will be ruined by the spirits. Please ask the donors to wait for me to wait for a few old monks. On the face, leave here?"

The old monk smiled.

"Beyond the major sects of the Central Plains? Monk, do you also think about the temple of Jiuquan?"

Ning Qi’s mouth was slightly raised, and there was a taunting color in his eyes.

"Please also ask the donor network to open one side, what is the matter, you can wait for the joyful demon to come back and talk again, how?"

The old monk did not answer Ning Qi’s question.

"I haven't been waiting for you? Do you think I have killed the ants?"

Ning Qi seems to laugh and laugh.

"Uh……"

The monks looked at each other and the facts were indeed as Ningqi said. Just put a stone tablet here, and wrote seven killing words with blood. This is a bit insulting to the joyful demon, the seven masters. Although they are in charge of each other, in fact, they are all glory, and they are all ruined. The joy of the sect is blocked by people. Is it not the face of the other six sects?

"Since the donor is not willing to leave, then I will read a curse of the past, hoping to wash away the murderousness of the donor."

The old monk smiled slightly and sat down in the original place.

The rest of the monks saw a cold, flashing in their eyes, sitting cross-legged, and then a sacred voice from their mouth.

The faint golden light descended from the sky, shrouded the monks, and the Buddha's exit was transformed into a quaint text that could not be understood.

The surrounding monks only felt that the chest was boring, and some of them were uncomfortable. However, Ningqi, who was targeted by this group of monks, was under pressure of thousands or even thousands of times.

"Three golden body Lohan, eighteen ordinary Luohan, twenty-one people are thinking about going to the curse, even I can't stand it. This is where the washing of the other party's killing is done. It is slightly lower and it is directly overtaken." !"

Van Gogh's true fairy face changes slightly.

"You want to overdo me? Good."

Ning Qi sneered, and Jiuyun Shenling suddenly appeared in front of him. Then, Ning Qi’s heavy palms were shot on it, and the surging scent of the spirits rushed in. Then the nine Yunshen bells made a deafening sound. Cicada, not only crushed those Buddhist voices, but also caused the twenty-one monks to be hurt to varying degrees, and the corners of their mouths overflowed with a trace of blood!

The three golden body Luo Han stopped the curse and dared to look at the Jiuyun Shenling Bell. It seemed to recognize its origin...