Chapter 2057

Once again, Zichen went to the western mainland to take away a place of burial.

Zichen has been to the mainland, where there is a region called the West desert. There is a Buddhist sect. Zichen's good friends, good and evil monks, are there.

The burial place of this region is in the middle of the West desert, belonging to the scope of Buddhism.

Zichen directly came to the place where the sage was buried, and leaned over and looked at the place where the sage was buried.

At the moment, in front of the gate of the holy burial place, there were many monks and even some cross legged old monks. They seemed to be waiting for the opening of the burial place.

Unlike other Tibetan holy places, the opening of this place is irregular. Sometimes it is opened every two years, sometimes every two years. The longest opening time is not more than five years. Relatively speaking, the opening frequency is still very high.

The arrival of Zichen did not cause too much attention, because there are often days here to try luck.

After seeing Zichen, many people's eyes were moved away. Only a few Tianjing had a flash of doubt in their eyes. Then two people got up and came to Zichen. One of them was a monk, and the other was an old monk.

"It seems to be looking for a league again." Not far away, some of the sky murmured.

Entering the place of burial is accompanied by many dangers. If some heaven realms cooperate with each other, the possibility of success will be greater.

But do not wait for these two people to go to Zichen, Zichen is looking at the front of the place of burial Saint said: "wujizong Zichen asked to see the guardian of the Holy Land!"

The sound formed a strange sound wave and spread forward to the front. The two heavenly realms that came straight were covered by the waves. Their faces changed greatly and flashed to the side.

At first, those monks who didn't care about it all raised their heads and looked at Zichen. Their eyes flashed and their faces were shocked.

"Wujizong, Zichen!"

Hearing the sound of drinking, the figure, which was familiar with before, was finally gentle with the figure of Wei'an in the memory. For a moment, all kinds of voices were heard.

All people's eyes, are dead staring at Zichen, face with shock.

"What's the matter?" A deep voice came from the holy land.

"According to the order of the sage of rosefinch, take the white tiger holy land away from here and go to wujizong!"

Talking, Zichen hand is a fire red token.

The space above the burial place is distorted, and a young man walks out of it. As soon as he appears, a strong sense of awe spreads out.

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Many years ago, the West desert called it Buddhism, but with the birth of the Buddha, with many inheritances brought by the Buddha, Buddhism officially renamed Buddhism.

Today, the leader of the Buddhism sect is the former Buddha, who has a good reputation and is not inferior to Zichen's good and evil monks.

In the West desert, his reputation is even louder than Zichen.

At the moment, the good and evil monks are crossing their knees in the Buddha Hall. Around them, they sometimes flash with golden light and sometimes with black light. Their looks are solemn, kind-hearted, vicious and bloodthirsty.

"Lord." An anxious voice came from outside the hall.

He opened his eyes again, and his eyes changed

He is solemn in appearance, and the light of Buddha is surging all over his body. He is like an eminent monk who is full of compassion and remembers the great compassion of the world.

"The people of wujizong want to take away the burial place." The sound of the outside world rings again.

"What?" In the eyes of the monk, the light of Buddha dissipated and compassion gradually disappeared.

"The people of wujizong should move the sacred burial place to Wuji sect." Repeat.

"Presumptuous!"

A roar rang out from the hall, and the compassion in the monk's eyes completely disappeared. He stood up directly, and the Buddhist power surged around him. His expression gradually became cold and fierce: "a little Wuji sect, how dare you come here to fight the Buddha's attention? How dare you! Which cub of the Wuji clan came from? Go and tell them that even Zichen, the leader of Wuji patriarch, does not dare to come to the Buddha's territory to spread wild! "

The rolling sound came out, the hall opened automatically, and a strong breath filled all around.

At the same time, the monk's voice echoed throughout the Buddhism. Such a vulgar tone was also against the Buddhist doctrine. So many old monks had to recite Amitabha from the bottom of their hearts and pretended not to hear it.

Outside the door stood a relatively young monk. Seeing the good and evil monks coming out, he immediately saluted him, but his expression was somewhat hesitant.

"Does that mean that the place of burial can be moved? Who's that kid coming? " The monk glanced at the monk outside the hall.

"Yes Zichen

"What? Zichen Monk eyes a stare, ask a way: "which purple Chen?"

"Zichen, the Lord of Wuji clan!" The other side repeated it again.

"Damn it, isn't this guy in Zhanwu land? How did he get here? What's more, I dare to make the Buddha's idea. No, go and have a look. The burial place belongs to the Buddha, and no one wants to take it away. "At the same time, the monk's expression showed a rare excitement, and immediately flew away from the Buddha.

"Boom!"

At this time, the earth began to tremble, the rumbling sound resounded through heaven and earth.

For a moment, those Buddhist monks who were still in seclusion opened their eyes one after another, and their huge spiritual thoughts scattered.

As the heaven realm, these old monks had huge spiritual thoughts because of practicing martial arts. In addition, the place where the saints were buried was not very far away from Buddhism. Therefore, these spiritual thoughts immediately detected the changes in the place where the saints were buried, and the great figure outside the place where the saints were buried had shocked an era.

"It's really the Zichen patriarch!"

"The holy land is really shrinking!"

"What did Zichen do? Did he really want to take away the land of burial?"

"The place where the saints were buried once lived. Although the saints have left now, they are definitely not just taking them."

These old monks almost listened to the previous conversation, but did not care.

They are very clear about the situation of the sacred burial place. They must be careful when entering the heaven. They don't know how many thousands of years it has existed. How can they take whatever they want.

But now, under the cover of the mind, they all changed their faces after perceiving that it was indeed a shrinking burial place.

"At the moment, the holy land is shrinking. Isn't that big dragon vein confined under the earth..."

Just at the moment of the old whispering, I heard a dragon chant from the bottom of the earth, which spread all over the western continent.

Then, a sound of explosion appeared, and Lingli began to riot. A storm completely formed by psychic power was about to be staged.

In the middle of the western desert, spiritual power is too strong, some into crystal stones, some into drizzle, falling on the desert.

With the irrigation of strong spiritual power, the whole western desert naturally appears some green, which makes the desert become an oasis almost in an instant.

This piece of land directly triggered the vibration of all forces on the continent, and then found its root.

Outside the burial place, the former monks had already retreated far away and were shocked to see this scene.

"Zichen!"

A roar rang through the world, and a bright golden light flew towards this side.

Golden light, surging strong breath, where the space is constantly distorted, the monk rushed over like this, looking fierce.

Turning back, Zichen saw the monk and saw the evil spirit in the other side's eyes. He couldn't help laughing and scolding: "you're bald. It seems that you should be beaten again!"

Above the sky, there was a rumbling sound, which was like the thunder of all kinds. It even overshadowed the vibration of the earth. The good and evil monks punched each other.

The void is broken and full of dazzling golden light, but it is not terrible, but full of holy compassion.

This is the magic of Buddhism.

All the people were staring at the sky. The next battle between Zichen and the good and evil monks was more attractive than the change of the burial place.

Zichen's whole body is shining with golden light. Both of them are golden energy. The monk's is holy compassion, while Zichen is violent destruction, which belongs to two extremes.

Zichen's response is also a punch.

The golden fist, tearing the sky, went straight to the monk.

"Boom

When the two fists collide, the terrible energy bursts out in an instant, and a golden energy ripple begins to spread in all directions, and the void is shattered everywhere.

Purple Chen stands in place, smile on the face does not decrease.

But the monk's body shape is a flash, forcibly controls the body not to retreat, a double eye eye eye looks at Zichen suspiciously, said: "you seem to become stronger!"

"Of course..."

Zichen in front of the monk, is very proud of a smile, ready to say that he is the first person in heaven, but the monk then said: "but it is still worse than me."

For the monk's big talk, Zichen just smile, look at the latter that only hit a blow, but no longer forward means, know that the other side in the heart of fear.

"What are you doing?" Without trace, he waved his hand. The monk looked at the shrinking burial place in front of him, and his pupil shrank obviously.

"Take this thing back, put it in the wujizong, and manage it in a unified way!" Zichen said.

"Take it back. Can you really take this holy land?" The monk seemed a little unbelievable.

"Of course, look at this, the order of the rosefinch saint! I tell you, I can not only take the Holy Land back, but also cancel all the tests in it, and bring out all the heavenly soldiers and heavenly methods. "

Zichen in front of the monk, do not need to control their own emotions, take out that rosefinch order, is very proud to show off the way.

"Shua!"

A golden light flashed by, and the monk came to Zichen.

"What are you doing? This is a decree, and you dare to rob it?" The purple Chen stares at the monk, the hand turns over, Zhu que holy order disappears."Is that true?" The monk stares at Zichen.

"Of course! This is agreed by the saints, and these holy places have suppressed the Dragon veins. It's time for the Dragon veins to be born. " Zichen said.

"Then you must have got more than this holy land, have you?" The monk asked again.

"Of course, the four holy places will be in the Wuji sect. If you want a chance, go to wujizong! " Purple Chen complacent says.

"You guy, you dare to monopolize. No, you have to give me one. If you don't give me one, I won't finish with you!" Speaking, the monk is toward the purple Chen rushed in the past, at the same time jump up, want to embrace Zichen.

"Get out of here!"

Zichen angrily drinks a, the whole body energy concussion, direct to the arrival monk to bounce open.

"Bald thief, you give me death open!"

Zichen's words resound, and the whole body's energy constantly vibrates.

"No, unless you promise me a holy land!" The monk's whole body, the energy similarly drum swings, must arrive in front of Zichen not to be able.

"You are a thief, this is a holy land. There are only four in tianwu land. I will give you one. What do you think of this?"

The friars below, almost petrified, looked up at the sky, the most powerful being, engaged in such childish struggle.

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