The Prodigies War

The top of the building became more and more deserted.

The avenue ladder has been turned into a passage leading to the upper nine realms, and cultivators who are not qualified to enter are also destined to be unable to enter the towering tower.

Moreover, it has been half a month since the opening of the Upper Nine Realms, but almost all the strong people who are qualified to enter the Upper Nine Realms have already left.

The same is true in the Burning Immortal Realm.

The road is competing against each other, time is racing, time is naturally invaluable.

Therefore, it is almost rare for Lin Xun to be like Lin Xun, who has already ranked first in the Dao Ladder, but has yet to enter the Upper Nine Realm.

This made the cultivators in the city feel extremely strange, what exactly is Demon God Lin waiting for?

But for those big forces in the city, they felt depressed for a while. If Lin Moshen didn't leave for a day, they would not be able to feel at ease for a day.

None of these caused Lin Xun to care.

No one knew that he was just waiting for an opportunity, so whether it was in the Three Thousand Realm or the Upper Nine Realm, it didn't make much difference to him.

However, of course he couldn't give up the opportunity to enter the Upper Nine Realm!

In the upper nine realms, there is a heaven-defying good fortune that seals the ages, and there are unexpected great opportunities, even if it is the absolute king, it is very attractive.

Moreover, in the Upper Nine Realms, there are still many enemies waiting for him. If he does not go, not only will he not be able to kill the enemy, but he will be regarded as feared by others!

"Aru hasn't returned yet, it seems that he should have gone to Shangjiujing"

"What about the old man, when will he get out of the Burning Heaven Valley?"

In the palace, Lin Xun sat and thought.

In the end, he made a decision that before the passage of Shangjiujing was closed, if the old clam did not appear again, he would go on the road alone.

Immediately, Lin Xun sighed softly again. He had waited for many days, but the chance for promotion never really came.

"Could it be that you really have to go to the Upper Nine Realms to wait for this opportunity?"

Lin Xun frowned.

To wait means to be passive.

He is the least fond of this passive feeling.

In particular, this kind of waiting is also related to whether he can advance to the Absolute King Realm!

As time passed, there were only three days left before the closure of the Shangjiujing channel.

Lin Xun could no longer bear this passive waiting, so he stood up, walked out of the palace, and wandered aimlessly on the street.

Burning Immortal City is still very prosperous and lively.

However, these liveliness had nothing to do with Lin Xun. He was alone, pacing the streets, thinking about whether he should leave the city and go to Fentian Valley to have a look.

Um?

Suddenly, Lin Xun stomped his feet and turned around abruptly.

Behind it, a big black bird resembling a black phoenix, carrying a large iron pot in its claws, was sneakily planning to attack from behind.

Seeing this, the big black bird swishly put away the black pot, not embarrassed at all, the old god was there, and calmly said: "Ha, little brother, we meet again."

Lin Xun sneered: "Yeah, the way we meet is so special every time."

The big black bird smiled and said: "Hey, some old problems can't be corrected for a while, as long as the little brother is not surprised."

As he said that, he flew into the air with a swoosh, his wings flapped, and the speed was incredible, and he swept toward the towering tower in the distance.

"Da Hei, why did you wait until now to leave?" Lin Xun asked loudly.

This big black bird is so weird. Every time we meet, it's like a thief, and it's very abnormal to run away if we don't agree.

"You'd better take care of yourself, you don't even know it's going to happen!"

There was a hint of schadenfreude in the voice of the big black bird.

Lin Xun's black eyes narrowed, and when he was about to ask further questions, this big black bird with a wretched atmosphere had already rushed into the tower and disappeared.

Obviously, it has traveled to Shangjiu Realm.

Catastrophe is imminent?

Lin Xun frowned, and immediately, he realized something was wrong.

The nearby streets, I don't know when, are actually empty, there is no one figure, it is deserted and empty.

His consciousness spreads, but only within a thousand feet, he is isolated!

Formation?

Lin Xun's black eyes were cold,

The solitary figure transpired with dazzling light, and an invisible power spread along with it.

"Friend Lin, we have been waiting for you for a long time."

In the distance in the void, a black-clothed monk emerged.

His complexion is fair, he holds eighteen black rosary beads, his eyebrows are clear, his forehead is full, and his figure is as tall as a pine tree, but there is a palpitating indifference in his expression.

Mu Zheng!

One of the eighteen sons of Jizo!

At a glance, Lin Xun recognized the identity of the other party.

In the dilapidated ancient temple below the Jiehe River, he once had a conflict with Muzheng, and also heard Le Girl from the Holy Land without Heaven Sect talk about the origin of the eighteen sons of Ksitigarbha Temple.

"wait for me?"

Lin Xun smiled, this may be what the big black bird said "a catastrophe is coming".

He said, "I heard it earlier that your Ksitigarbha Temple regards me as the number one heresy and wants to save me. So, you are here, and you plan to do it?"

Mu Zheng clasped his hands together, proclaimed the Buddha's name, and said, "Fellow Daoist Lin's eyes are like torches."

Lin Xun smiled: "In that case, let others come out too."

A strange color flashed in Mu Zheng's eyes, but he didn't expect that Lin Xun could detect it, and then he nodded: "Daoyou Lin has the power of a demon, and his combat power is unparalleled in the world. I alone have no confidence in defeating Daoist Lin. ."

After speaking, he said solemnly: "Brothers and brothers, please come out and see."

As soon as the voice fell, silently, figures appeared in different directions around Lin Xun.

They are all dressed in black monk robes, holding rosary beads, and their precious appearance is solemn. There are seventeen people in total. Although they all stand silently, they give people a majestic momentum like the sea.

Eighteen people, just like eighteen great Arhats with fruit status standing on the sea of ​​blood on the mountain of corpses!

These are the eighteen sons of the Ksitigarbha Temple, divided into three parts: six senses, six roots, and six dusts, representing the eighteen supreme figures who cast the golden body of the Arhat, each of them mastering a heritage of the world.

Lin Xun's expression was as calm as before, but there was a flash of coldness in his eyes, and he said, "You Ksitigarbha Temple really look down on me, even the eighteen sons were dispatched together, but you are not worried that all of you will bleed here today? "

Mu Zheng's expression was cold and indifferent, unmoved, and said, "The Buddha said, I don't go to hell, whoever goes to hell, since I appear today, I don't care about life or death."

The other seventeen monks in black also looked indifferent.

Obviously, they came prepared!

The atmosphere suddenly became chilling.

The empty street, the quiet atmosphere, Lin Xun was alone, surrounded by 18 descendants of the Tibetan temple, this picture seemed depressing.

"Why did you choose to do it at this time?" Lin Xun frowned, a little puzzled.

"If you let fellow Daoists enter the upper nine realms, I'm afraid it will be difficult to have the opportunity to save fellow Daoists again." Mu Zheng seemed very magnanimous.

But it is this kind of magnanimity, but it is chilling.

Lin Xun narrowed his eyes and said, "I ask myself that I have no deep hatred with Ksitigarbha Temple, why are you all targeting me?"

In fact, he already knew the answer from the big black bird, and now he just wants to confirm it again.

Mu Zheng said indifferently: "Do you still not understand, fellow Daoist, you robbed me of the Taoist scriptures and a piece of Bodhi wood left by the Patriarch Duji of the Ksitigarbha Temple, in order to keep the inheritance of the sect from leaking out, we can only take this as a last resort. ."

Lin Xun snorted, with a hint of contempt in his expression, and said: "Mu Zheng, you are the most aware of what happened at the beginning. This scripture and Bodhi tree were obtained by me by chance. How can I say that I robbed them?"

"If this is the case, the fortunes and opportunities in this extreme domain are not from your Ksitigarbha Temple. Why do you want to fight for it?"

Speaking of this, Lin Xun smiled silently, his black eyes glanced at the eighteen children present, and three words were softly spit out from his lips: "Do you want a face?"

Sound like thunder!

Mu Zheng's face changed slightly, and he immediately returned to his original state.

Immediately, he turned the corner and said: "Of course, I don't want to be too much a friend, as long as you hand over the Dao Sutra and Bodhi wood, and self-abandon your cultivation, we will take compassion as your heart, and you will definitely be able to do it. Leave a way out for fellow Daoists."

Lin Xun was stunned for a moment, and then he laughed: "What a bald thief, I didn't expect you to say such shameless words."

"Xiao Seng is serious, please think twice." Mu Zheng said indifferently, with an unwavering expression and a posture of winning.

"Also ask fellow Daoists to think twice!"

The other seventeen monks in black also spoke in unison, their voices loud and solemn.

Lin Xun's eyes were filled with cold murderous intent, and he was completely irritated.

These bald donkeys, all high-sounding, talk about compassion in their mouths, but in fact this kind of hypocritical attitude is simply disgusting, even a real villain!

"Lin is not talented, and he has also cultivated some secrets of Buddhism and Taoism. Today, I want to see who surpasses who!"

Lin Xun took a deep breath and opened his mouth in a deep voice. The breath all over his body suddenly showed a dignified Zen taste.

This is the power of the Great Tripitaka Sutra!

Mu Zheng and others all narrowed their eyes slightly, and finally they were not calm. They were keenly aware that Lin Xun had an aura similar to theirs, but it had a different charm.

"It really is a heresy!"

Electricity flashed in Mu Zheng and others' eyes, like an angry Buddha, his black monk robes rattled, and a terrifying killing aura emerged.

"Go ahead, save this son!"

A monk with a thick skeleton and a resolute expression stepped out, and a huge and surging black Buddha light emerged from his body.

His dharma name was Mujing. As soon as he cut it out, his hands clasped together, and a Veduo dharma image appeared on the top of his head. With a mighty demeanor, he jumped into the air and punched Lin Xunzhen to kill him.

Ksitigarbha Temple Township inherits the wrath of Vedo!

boom!

The stalwart Veduo Dharma image blooms with immeasurable Buddha light, and when one punch is pressed, the fist is condensed into a lotus shape, which seems to be able to purify and transcend all things, and is boundless and powerful.

However, Lin Xun sneered, his hands clasped together, and above his head, there was also a Dharma image of Weituo!

The difference is that the body of this law is burning with black phoenix fire, and there is an overbearing aura of destruction in the mighty.

Moreover, when one punch was thrown, the punch was transformed into a lotus flower. In the center of the lotus flower, there was a black phoenix dancing in the ashes, as if it wanted to strike across the nine heavens!

Boom!

The two Vedas collided together, as if the two gods were fighting each other, an infinite light erupted, roaring and stirring for nine days.

However, with just one blow, the Weituo Dharma Form condensed by Mu Jing was shattered, destroyed by the endless black phoenix fire, and turned into a calamity!

: Don't worry everyone, Lin Moshen will be promoted soon!