martial law

Because, he knew that if the two of them had a fight, it would definitely be a fight in the end.

One side represents Buddhism, and the other side represents Heaven.

The two parties actually have a consensus.

No matter how angry Wei Zheng was, he didn't dare to kill himself...

Therefore, Yang Lin was ready to help him.

How pitiful it is for a white-haired person to send a black-haired person away when a child is lost in old age.

I can't even see it.

Between the breaking of trees, the collapse of mountain peaks, all kinds of energies surged and surged. In the rumbling noise, every time the fairy sword and the golden circle magic weapon collided, countless ripples would be splashed. The place where the two confronted each other, the leaves, earth and rocks were pulverized inch by inch, and were attracted by the two people. The machine was swept away, forming a vacuum.

The old monk seemed to have grown seventeen or eighteen hands, and the golden circle danced into a light curtain, blocking the endless sword light in the sky, preventing water from leaking, but he didn't notice that there was a tiny white piece of paper fluttering towards his side .

It seemed to be sucked and rolled backwards by the strong wind, and it whirled close to his chest and throat.

The pieces of paper were all inconspicuous, and they would not attract the slightest attention when they saw them, but they were blown up by the wind like leaves.

However, appearing in the mountains and forests is a bit eye-catching.

The most eye-catching thing was that in the midst of the fierce and murderous confrontation between the two, this finger-sized piece of paper did not break into fine powder like the leaves and mud and rocks.

"Is there such a strong paper? The aftermath of the battle at the peak level of human immortals can't be damaged?"

This idea just flashed in the old monk's mind, every step, every step, it will turn into a golden light and fade away.

Thinking in his mind, the crisis was imminent, his heart was beating wildly, and he knew the sea to warn.

But already a little late.

Just before Wei Zheng slashed down with his sword, the piece of paper suddenly and silently erupted with a five-color mysterious light as small as a shred of tobacco.

As soon as the mysterious light moved, it surpassed the reaction speed of a human being, and with a "chi" sound, it pierced through Fa Ming's chin, piercing through the brain and piercing the sea of ​​consciousness.

A huge blast of vitality exploded.

It's like seeing the world split and the five elements split.

The next moment, Monk Faming's mind went blank, his soul sea of ​​consciousness was crushed, his head was blasted, the golden light on his body suddenly went out, and his body fell uncontrollably.

Wei Zheng's sword was like a wild dragon, and he slammed down. With a muffled bang, he chopped the old monk's body into two pieces, and golden blood spattered.

The sword energy is surging.

The white piece of paper was torn, shaken, turned into powder and smoke, and disappeared into the air without a trace.

Wei Zheng slashed down with his sword, splitting open the old monk's golden body. When he looked up, he saw the sky was as red as blood, crashing, thunder and lightning flashed, and he froze in place, suspended in mid-air, motionless.

"how is this possible?"

"Holy death, heaven cry?"

This is clearly a sign of a sage in the world, the pinnacle of a fifth-order human immortal, and the other party is really dead.

However, just now when the sword was slashed out, it didn't feel right.

Moreover, there seemed to be a flash of sword light in the middle, which was not his own Fenglei sword.

But if you want to say it's not true, you can't say it.

The wind and thunder stirred, the dragon soul gathered energy, and the five elements of heaven and earth merged into one furnace. When they attacked, they couldn't tell the difference in the nature of the power.

The old monk Faming is really dead, and he may have to go through calamities and reincarnate again, and it will take more than 200 or [-] years to accumulate achievements. If no one responds, he may never come back again.

It can be regarded as revenge, but there is something wrong with this revenge.

Seeing Fa Ming die on the spot, a strange phenomenon appeared in the sky.The Hongjiang old dragon was terrified, dragging his seriously injured body, he didn't care to give a long groan, wrapped up Chen Guangrui's body, and fled far away, not daring to turn his head back to Hongjiang, and hid back in his own crystal palace .

He didn't care about healing, and activated all the formations.

"It's over. Elder Fa Ming was also hacked to death. If the Bodhisattva doesn't come, I won't go out anymore."

"How did the thief break into this formation earlier? This matter has become a big deal, and I don't know if the old dragon has committed any crimes?"

He stared blankly for a while, then quickly took out a mirror and peeked at the scene where Wei Zheng killed Fa Ming in the distance, with a look of panic.

Even the questioning of the dragon mother-in-law and Prime Minister Gui next to her didn't care.

Chapter 489 Invincible in the world, the foundation of standing

Golden light rolls.

Divine power is like a tide...

A rainbow spread from Jiangzhou City.

In the middle of the sky, there appeared a figure in a red robe, a black gauze on his head, and a shining golden light on his body.

In a blink of an eye, Yang Lin's Shenyuan avatar arrived at a high place in the forest. He sighed and said, "Mr. Xiangye Wei avenged his blood with his own hands, beheading the Jinshan bald donkey on the spot, which is also very satisfying, presumably, brother Wuji knows, and will feel comforted."

His face was pained.

In fact, I also feel some pain in my heart.

Just now, the Qi Yuan avatar turned into paper to gather Qi, borrowed infinite energy from heaven and earth with the technique of borrowing the law from heaven and earth, and killed Monk Faming with one blow. This method is not bad.

However, the method of escaping afterwards was somewhat tricky.

After making the shot with all his strength, in order not to be detected by Wei Zheng, he let go of his defense and tried the sword with himself, and was directly chopped into powder by the Dragon Soul Immortal Sword, bursting and disappearing without a trace.

This battle was a bloodbath.

It will take another ten days and half a month to accumulate Qi Yuan to recover.

thought here.

Yang Lin sighed, his heart ached, and his expression became more real.

Fortunately, after beheading the old monk, he immediately ushered in +99 martial arts value, which is a bit of comfort, at least, it won't be too heartbreaking.

"Are you mocking me?"

Wei Zheng looked at Yang Lin coldly, his eyebrows twitching wildly.

Where did he fail to see that the other party was the body of a god who gathered a large number of gods who believed in the power of incense and fire. The power was as deep as the sea, and he had reached the late fifth level. Under the suppression of the human world, he even equaled himself in terms of cultivation.

He let go of his spirit, swept towards the city below, and saw countless silk threads. On this land, hundreds of thousands of people worshiped with incense and fire, but none of the people he sent to his son was seen.

No, there was another person, a charming woman in green clothes, looking at this moment, tears streaming down her face.

That is……

green cherry.

It seems to be a concubine raised by his own son.

Is she the only one left?

What the hell is going on here?

"All dead?"

Wei Zheng was upset, and suddenly shouted, "Where did Wuji offend you? Kill all his men?"

Yang Lin Shenyuan's avatar smiled helplessly: "Wei Xiangye misunderstood his dismissal. Brother Wuji came to Jiangzhou and was diligent in political affairs. He was deeply loved by the people. There is no other way to send troops to suppress it, and lose troops and lose generals."

"Originally, Brother Wuji was able to save his family's life, which is considered good. Unexpectedly, the monks of Jinshan Temple are so cruel, they even chased him to Jiangzhou and beat him to death himself. I was caught off guard."

"Okay, I underestimated you. I haven't seen you for several years, and you have grown to such a degree."

Wei Zheng's expression moved, the light in his eyes flickered slightly, and a cold light, accompanied by the sound of wind and thunder, had already reached Yang Lin's throat.

He felt extremely aggrieved at this moment.

The death of his son and the death of so many subordinates ended up killing the reincarnation Li Jieshen of the Buddha Fuhu Arhat, even though there was no killer.

He actually knew about the Journey to the West, and he also knew that the governor who was stationed in Jiangzhou was very important.

Can't move, can't move.

But it doesn't mean that even the spirit body of the incense god gathered by the other party with faith cannot be killed.

This sword strikes wind and thunder, faster than people's thoughts, and it is ten times more powerful than Wei Wuji's use.

As soon as the sword reached his throat, a sense of tearing space had pierced into his mind.

Yang Lin didn't take half a step back, and the smile on his face didn't change. At some point, he raised his palm and shot it down.

hum...

Hundreds of miles around, countless people felt their hearts tremble at the same time, a picture flashed in their hearts, and they suddenly looked up in a certain direction.

The golden light in Yang Lin's palm was like a shining sun, and it hit the sword's edge with infinite force layer upon layer, endlessly. With one palm, the dragon soul sword and the blue dragon groaned wildly, twisted, howled, and flew back.

The Dragon Soul Sword also slammed back backwards, and there were some tiny cracks on the edge of the sword.

Wei Zheng's expression changed, and he spat out a mouthful of golden blood with a wow.

"you……"

He never expected that the other party had used the divine body to such an extent in just three years.

What is the strongest dynasty in the world?

Of course, Wanmin has the strongest thoughts.

Under the domain of the gods, hundreds of thousands of people burn incense and minds as one, and this power is so powerful that it almost exceeds the limit. With the immortal sword in his hand, he has mobilized the energy of heaven and earth, but he is far behind.

A palm was printed.

It's like enduring the yelling and cursing of 70 people at the same time.

For a moment, resentment attacked his heart, and his true essence ran wild.

Not only did he suffer backlash, but the dragon soul in the fairy sword was almost broken, and the sword was slightly damaged.

"Why did Xiangye Wei vent his anger on others?" Yang Lin still smiled gently, but no matter how you look at it, it's disgusting.

"To be honest, on the ground in Jiangzhou, even if the prime minister has a higher official position, he won't get any benefits, because all my people here."

"Besides, if you want to deal with me, you have to ask the Holy Majesty to let go of my official position, otherwise, it won't be easy for anyone to come."

This is true.

Yang Lin was not worried that the imperial court would dismiss him from his official position, mobilize a large army to invade Jiangzhou, and take him down to question him.

Very simple.

The time of 18 years has not yet come, Buddhism and Heavenly Court have discussed it long ago, who would dare not give the face of the Bodhisattva?

Wei Zheng is in a high position, he is not a stupefied young man, nor is he a person with closed eyes and ears. He must have heard of the various calculations of Buddhism, even if he is not familiar with them.

His status has arrived.

But because of this, he didn't dare to act rashly.

It's nothing to die a son.

The old monk Fa Ming was beaten to death for no reason, and he could cover it up. At most, he would be punished and compensated.

There is a reason for the incident, and it is not too difficult to solve it after the murder.

However, if he ruined the Buddhist plan, even if his status was ten times higher, he would not be able to afford to walk around, and he might end up in the path of a beast.

He can clearly distinguish which is more important.

At this time, at Yang Lin's home court, he couldn't even fight, and he couldn't even talk about it, and he felt very uncomfortable in his chest.

Without saying a word, he rolled up his long sleeves, and rolled up half of Wei Wuji's body, as well as the crying woman in the city. With a movement of his body, Yujian pierced through the air, and went straight back to Chang'an.

The green screen with +50 martial arts value passed, and Yang Lin finally couldn't help laughing out loud.

"This sword is really good. I didn't dare to touch you, and I couldn't find a reason to make it. You just want to come up and try it out. It's really good."

Defeating the enemy with one palm, or defeating the reincarnated immortal at the peak of the fifth rank, Yang Lin felt very comfortable.

He knew that even if Wei Zheng figured out what happened in Jiangzhou City, he could only knock his teeth out and swallow his blood.

Because he can't do anything.

Of course, this kind of hatred can be accumulated for more than ten years, and when that day comes, I will settle the account with myself.

But he definitely didn't expect that when Tang Seng came to take revenge more than ten years later, things might change and the situation would never be the same again.