The protagonist worships the heavens, with boundless mana

When the three bald heads heard the words, they immediately showed compassion.

"Master, we don't want to leave Kongling Temple, this is our second hometown, but disciples don't want to see senseless killings either.

My Buddha has an allusion of feeding an eagle with his body. We would like to follow the example of my Buddha and feed a demon with our body. We also ask the abbot to bestow Buddhist and Taoist scriptures. Although we will be in a den of demons in the future, as long as we have a Buddha in our hearts, everywhere is a pure land. "

The anger in the eyes of the monks of Kongling Temple became even more intense when they heard the words.

Listen, what a good disciple, the roots of Buddhism are deep, if you can continue to practice in Buddhism, you can already think of the rising star of Buddhism in the future.

"Amitabha."

The host sighed, "You guys have a heart."

Afterwards, the old host said to Huairen: "Devil Lord, can you wait for a while and let the three of you fetch Buddhist and Taoist classics to fulfill your long-cherished wish."

The corner of Huairen's mouth twitched in the black sedan chair, he knew without a doubt that these three were players just by hearing the voice without seeing anyone.

This is planning to leave, the last wave of fleece that wants to squeeze Buddhism!

"can."

"Thank you, Demon Lord."

Immediately, the old host turned to the three of them and said, "You can go to the Sutra Pavilion to choose scriptures by yourself. I hope you will not forget the Buddha's heart."

When the three of them heard the words, they immediately burst into joy in their hearts. The Buddhist Scripture Library is a magical place, where tasks, opportunities, and experiences can all be found.

The three of them wanted to go in for a long time, but it was a forbidden area of ​​Kongling Temple, and they were not qualified to enter the Buddhist scriptures pavilion in their identities.

"Thank you for hosting."

The three of them ran straight into the Kongling Temple as if their buttocks were being burned.

Seeing the impatience of the three people, the old host sighed again, what a fanatical heart to Buddha!

I hope that after joining the Devil's Cult, the Zen mind will not be polluted by dust and fall into the devil's way.

A quarter of an hour later, the three of them came out with blushing faces.

What's even more weird is that there is a faint light of Buddha shining behind the heads of the three people. The phantom of Buddha and the appearance of Bodhisattva emerged one by one.

The old abbot was stunned, and the other monks were also stunned.

"This, this is Buddha Rhyme."

A middle-aged monk muttered to himself, his face full of disbelief.

"Could it be that the three juniors are the reincarnations of true Buddhas."

"The Buddha's light appears faintly, and the Buddha's charm spares the body. This is a vision that only the great monks have."

Lu Hongzhuang and the six players were so jealous that they almost changed their faces. These three silly dogs must have gained a lot of experience points and various Buddhist classics and props in the Tibetan scripture pavilion.

He has become a strong player in the realm of Martial King, directly occupying the top three in the game's power ranking list.

The three of them are proud of their horseshoe disease!He was about to bid farewell to the old host and complete the task of changing his job to the Demon Sect.

But at this moment, a loud Buddha's name came from the depths of Kongling Temple.

"Amitabha, Demon Lord, these three Kongling Temples cannot be handed over to you."

The sound is rolling, like Hong Zhong Da Lu, full of momentum.

This is a strong man, who is no less powerful than the old woman in the Divine Comedy Cave.

Huairen frowned, opened the curtain, and looked into the depths of Kongling Temple.

An old monk with long eyebrows growing to his chest was looking towards the gate of Kongling Temple. To be precise, he was looking at him. Their eyes met at one place, and an invisible edge burst out.

Huairen said coldly: "Old monk, you want to stop me,"

"These three are the reincarnated Buddha sons of the great virtue, and they are destined to be at odds with the devil. Why should the devil insist?"

"It's not for you, an old monk, to decide whether you are compatible with the devil. I can kill the old woman in the Divine Comedy Cave, and so can you. Do you want these three Buddhist disciples, or the century-old foundation of Kongling Temple. "

Huairen glanced at the many bald heads calmly, his eyes were full of disdain and domineering.

It's just that Huairen was a little guilty in his heart, if the old monk insisted on forcing him to stay, he would have no problem protecting himself in his current situation, but it would be difficult to kill the old monk.

"Amitabha."

The old monk in the depths of the Kongling Temple recited the Buddha's name silently, and there was no more to say.

No one knows what the old monk means, whether to keep or let go, everything is only in one sentence of Amitabha.

This is the convenience of monks. One sentence of Amitabha can explain all kinds of problems.

The three bald-headed players rolled their eyes in their hearts, this old monk is absolutely cowardly, don't be Amitabha!If you want us three fragrant buddhas, you should do it!

The three of them turned their eyes and said to the old host with a sad face: "Master, we have made up our minds. I Buddha has a saying that saving a life is better than building a seven-level pagoda. If we can prevent a killing, it doesn't matter if we join the demon gate. Preside over precious."

After finishing speaking, the three of them turned around and walked towards the Demon Cult's camp, their backs stern and their steps firm.

All of a sudden, countless monks' eyes were red, and the Buddha's heart was burned with anger, and they looked at the demon sect with murderous intent.

As long as the old host gives an order, he will turn into a wrathful King Kong and kill the evil spirits.

The old host had a sad look on his face, but he didn't make any moves.

The old ancestors were all scared, how could they, sons and grandsons of the Buddha, fight this big devil.

The three of them walked into the demonic camp smoothly, and stood beside Lu Hongzhuang, their faces were miserable, but their hearts were filled with joy.

"Ding, the player crosses the sky, crosses the earth, crosses people and transfers to the Demon Sect successfully, and the experience value is +500."

Immediately, a series of upgrade reminders popped up on the heads of the three, from the early stage of the 50th level Martial King, to the mid-stage Martial King of the 55th level.

Lu Hongzhuang and the other five were once again jealous, and their faces were hideous. Are these three bald donkeys possessed by the Emperor Ou?This upgrade speed is like riding a rocket.

Huairen lowered the curtain, and the four disciples immediately lifted the sedan chair and walked down the mountain.

"Master, are you going to let this devil take away the three devils?"

A middle-aged monk couldn't help asking.

"Amitabha, with a Buddha in your heart, everywhere is a pure land."

The old host walked back to the Kongling Temple, and his old figure became gloomy.

……

The players stared wide-eyed. With Huairen present, they didn't dare to say anything. Of course, this was only on the surface. The public channel was already exploded.

Crossing the sky, crossing the earth, and crossing the people three times, with a bald head and three enemies against six, he flaunted what he had gained in the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion in front of Xiao Shiyu's six people.

The angry six were jealous, and the more they looked at the three bald heads, the more they hated them, so Lu Hongzhuang chose to revenge with hatred, to revenge with hatred.

Lu Hongzhuang pointed at Xiao Shiyu and the other five, and said angrily, "Cut them off."

The five people clasped their fists at Lu Hongzhuang upon hearing this, and said in unison: "Yes, saint."

Immediately, the five people surrounded the three bald heads in a sullen manner.

Du Tian smiled coldly, a group of scumbags in the innate realm wanted to surround and beat up the three Martial Kings, they were looking for death.

"Teacher, these three bald donkeys make you unhappy."

Huai Ren's faint voice, like the voice of the Nine Nether Demons, came from the black sedan chair.

The faces of the three bald heads froze, and the true energy that was lifted suddenly fell silent again.

"Yes, master, these bald heads are annoying to look at, and they really should be taught a lesson."

Lu Hongzhuang looked at the three bald heads triumphantly, so what about Wu Wang, what about the top three in the strength list, in front of my male god master, he still has to kneel.