Pretending To Be a Holy Place, I Was Signed For a Thousand Years

Zhang Ming was also pissed off. He was a well-rounded monk who turned his hands into clouds and covered his hands into rain.

Chan Master Huiming, if I don't agree to you, I'll be sorry for the reputation of your Xiaohanshan Temple!

His heart was a little cold.

This Huiming, regardless of the lives of the people in Lingxi Town, drove the demon wolf to create a conspiracy and harvest beliefs, but after being exposed by himself, he turned his face and refused to recognize anyone, and slapped his apprentice to death with his own hands.

The ruthlessness and determination of this man is terrifying.

Zhang Ming could not find a reason to refuse.

Zen Master Huiming smiled kindly and said: Daoist Qinghui, the poor monk may not have made it clear. What I mean is that today is not only the difference, but also life and death!

His tone changed from shallow to heavy, like drums hitting Zhang Ming's heart.

Qingquan's expression changed: Senior brother, ignore him!

The onlookers also noticed that the atmosphere at the scene was solemn, and gradually stopped talking.

They vaguely understand that now it is not only a matter of reputation, but also... a battle between Buddhism and Taoism!

The light yellow Buddha light diffused out, covering the street like overwhelming the sky.

Huiming walked forward step by step.

The monk's shoes fell on the bluestone, making a slight click sound, falling in the heart, but resounding like thunder in the dull sky, one after another, heavy and depressing.

Zhang Ming stood in the light yellow Buddha's light, and his body burst into golden light, like a candle flickering in the darkness.

Although weak, it cannot be ignored.

Not only is it superior, but also life and death?

He smiled suddenly, very brightly.

It seems that this trip down the mountain has only begun, and it has received a malicious block from this world.

But, so...that's wonderful!

Chan Master Huiming, thank you for being a hit. Pindao is used to living a comfortable life. Before going down the mountain, he never thought about being competitive. But now, Pindao knows how important the word 'invincible' is!

Zhang Ming said seriously.

Regardless of whether he was in the past life, or in this life, he just wanted to live a simple and stable life.

So even if the Qiongyu Sword Sect came to the door, Zhang Ming never thought about the strong preying on the weak.

But the world has never been kind!

It was not until he came down the mountain at this moment that he realized that everything would not be as smooth as he had hoped.

If so, then go ahead!

The flickering candlelight suddenly stopped, and immediately burned like an unyielding flame.

At this time, Zen Master Huiming smiled and said: Qinghui, the poor monk has seen through you! It turns out that you are only in the early stage of the reunification realm. Haha, you are really brave!

Do you know that the poor monk has already reached the peak of the reunification realm and has touched the threshold of the life-shaping realm!

The gap between the two is like Haoyue and Yinghuo.

Xu Guo and Xu Ni shouted in compliment from behind them: Uncle Shi, this person is stubborn and stubborn, please ask Uncle Shi to be merciful and save him with the supreme Buddha Dharma!

They could not wait to give each other a high five to avenge their morning taunt.

When Zen Master Huiming heard the words, he suddenly closed his palms, and the endless Buddha light surged like a tidal wave, setting off a huge wave 100 meters high, pressing down on Zhang Ming.

The Buddha said that the sea of ​​suffering is boundless, and turning back is the shore!

He murmured softly, and the huge wave pressed down. The crowd of onlookers suddenly fell to the ground, looking horrified.

They were just standing on the edge of the waves far away, and they felt that their bodies were extremely heavy, as if they were about to be broken.

So what kind of pressure should Daoist Qing Hui, standing in the center of the giant waves, be under?

They looked together and saw the light blue figure standing in the light, like a small boat facing the huge waves, smiling slightly in the ups and downs: Hui Ming, there is only one sword in the poor road, you can take it. !

He pointed forward at the same time, without a sword in his hand, but the heart of his finger exuded a shocking sword light.

Then,

An illusory figure stepped out from Daoist Qing Hui, bathed in golden light, flying like an afterimage, and stabbing on the monstrous waves.

The huge wave trembled suddenly and separated from the middle to the left and right.

Well? How... how is this possible!?

Zen Master Huiming was stunned for a moment, and then he desperately clenched his palms to gather the huge waves.

However, the golden figure appeared in front of him in an instant, passing through where his palms were folded.

His pupils shrank suddenly, and he was a little puzzled. There didn't seem to be any scars on his body?

Hehe, Qing Hui, is this your sword?

Huiming raised his head and smiled playfully, but halfway through his laugh, he felt that his energy was rapidly fading.

No, this is... the swordsmanship of the Yangshen Realm!

His eyes lit up with horror, but it was too late.

The two of them were still cheering excitedly from behind: Hahaha, Uncle Shi's Buddha Dharma is boundless, just like the arrival of an Arhat! Qinghui, you can capture it before you can!

However, the next second.

Their voices were hoarse in their throats.

Zen Master Huiming fell backwards in the sky, and murmured unwillingly, It's called... what's its name?

Zhang Ming bowed his hands and said softly, Sword Twenty-three.

thump.

Huiming fell to the ground, his eyes slowly closed.

Xu Gou was stunned, Uncle Huiming actually lost?

impossible!

Uncle Huiming is a powerhouse at the peak of the reunification realm, and he is only half a step away from the life-shaping realm!

How could he fail! ?

But the facts are in sight.

He only felt a chill in his heart, he suddenly knelt on the ground, kept kowtow and shouted: Daoist, forgive your life! Daoist, forgive your life!

Xu Ni also regained his senses and kowtowed together.

Only the puffiness stood stunned, not responding.

Zhang Ming didn't look at them, but faced Huiming's corpse, shook his head and sighed: The edict of the Supreme Being, surpassing your lonely soul. Get out of the sea of ​​misery, and stop being a human being.

This is a Taoist mantra.

You... get out!

The upbringing he received in two lifetimes, and the compassion he cultivated since he was a child, did not make him decide to cut down the grass and roots.

Moreover, with so many people watching here, today's battle is bound to spread. Lingshu Temple and Xiaohanshan Temple are already like water and fire, and they are incompatible.

There's no point in killing three little minions.

Xu Gou and Xu Ni looked overjoyed, and immediately covered it up, shouting gratefully, Thank you, Daoist Master!

The two grabbed the puffiness and fled in panic.

However, at this moment, Qingquan shouted angrily: Want to leave? Senior brother is kind and doesn't want to be contaminated with blood, but I, Qingquan, are not so good at talking!

He has always respected his senior brother like a god, and regarded his life as more important than himself. How could he tolerate this group of bald donkeys from Xiaohanshan Temple to bully his senior brother again and again.

This is... his inverse scale!

Flower, kill them!

The eye-catching white tiger jumped out at once, chasing the three of them.

They were so frightened that they were about to urinate, and they rolled and crawled to the back of the teahouse, but they had already passed the method of cultivation, and they were comparable to the white tiger monsters in the Qi-nourishing realm.

At a critical juncture, Xu Jiu's eyes turned, and he suddenly stretched out his hand to push towards Xu Ni and Puffy beside him.

The two were caught off guard and fell down.

The eye-catching white tiger approached in an instant, biting on one person's shoulder, turning his head and tearing it off, tearing off a bloody arm, and then biting at another person, tearing off his arm as well.

Xu Gou had already taken this opportunity to escape without a trace.

Cough, I... am I not dead?

At this time, the groom's official Wang Shougui woke up and interrupted Qingquan's thoughts, and he stopped immediately.

Hua Hua did not continue to bite.

Hey, it's your fate! You can be forgiven for death, but life is hard to forgive. I hope you know how to reform!

Qingquan shouted coldly, then squeezed out a smile and said to Wang Shougui: Hey, groom, do you recognize me? I saved you, I, your savior!

Wang Shougui looked dazed: Bai... Where's the white tiger?

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