This person is too murderous

In the dark Demon-Exorcist Hall, Jiang Daoming sat alone.

He opened the envelope and took out the letter to check.

"Three days later, at noon, on the river, we will settle our grudges with swords. No matter who wins or loses, only life and death will matter."

In just one line of words, there was a sharp sword intent, which made him feel a little sharp.

With a spit of true energy, the letter exploded, turned into debris, and was swept away by the true energy.

"Life and death?" Jiang Daoming sneered, and his indifferent voice echoed in the hall: "When has this hall master not decided life and death?"

The Eighteen Dragon Elephants entered the middle stage of the seventh level and comprehended the Dragon Elephant Buddha Chapter. At the seventh level, he was not afraid of anyone.

As for the eighth level, he had never seen a warrior who had entered the Golden Elixir Avenue, and he didn't know how strong he was.

The eighth level warrior was second only to the ninth level peak in the world, and would not show up easily.

If the Demon Cloud Sect or the Buddhist Sect sent an eighth level warrior, he would just try to see if he could fight against the eighth level warrior.

Buzz

The Buddha's light shines everywhere, the golden and auspicious Buddha's light illuminates the night, and illuminates the Demon-Slaying Hall [新biquge www.xsbiquge.info] brightly.

A Buddhist with white eyebrows and beard, wrinkles all over, and a thin and hunched body, stepped into the Demon-Slaying Hall alone, with a strong Buddhist spirit.

The Buddha's power is pervasive, which brings some pressure to Jiang Daoming, a monk in the late seventh level!

Jiang Daoming looked indifferent: "Buddha, do you want to die now?"

"Amitabha." The old monk chanted the Buddha's name, with a compassionate look on his face: "Old monk Xuanzhi, meet the master of the Jiang Palace."

"This master will not listen to nonsense, and speak directly about the purpose of coming." Jiang Daoming said coldly.

"Amitabha, I am here for the Buddha's inheritance." Xuanzhi put his hands together, his expression became more compassionate: "I beg you to return the Buddha's inheritance, and follow me back to Buddhism to reflect on my sins and cleanse my sins of killing."

"Inheritance? Reflect on your sins?"

Jiang Daoming sneered and stared at Xuanzhi coldly: "Master, are you confused when you recite the sutras? What is the fault of this hall master?"

"The sin of killing is too deep, and the killing intention is too strong, which is a fault." Xuanzhi said compassionately.

"Buddhism has killed people to become Buddhas, and those killed by this hall master are those who seek death." Jiang Daoming's expression was cold and stern: "In this hall master's opinion, you, old monk, are also a person who seeks death."

Xuan Zhi's face remained unchanged, and he said: "What the Buddha left behind is the inheritance of Buddhism. The donor is not a Buddhist. After returning it, Buddhism will reward you handsomely."

"A generous reward for reflection? Buddhism emphasizes fate. Since it has fallen into the hands of this hall master, it is fate." Jiang Daoming was a little impatient, and the dragon elephant true energy was faintly flowing: "Too much nonsense, this hall master is annoyed."

The old monk Xuan Zhi was a little shameless.

He has already obtained the inheritance of Fahai. As a Buddhist, he wants a copy, which is fine.

But you still want to take him back to reflect and cleanse his killing sins?

It sounds like a tone for his own good, but in fact, it is to take him back to imprison him.

Want him to hand over the inheritance and imprison him, and he has to agree?

Isn't this funny? !

Xuanzhi frowned, his face became more compassionate: "In this case, I dare to ask the master for advice. If I win, please hand over the Buddha's inheritance."

"What if you lose?" Jiang Daoming asked coldly.

"The Buddhist inheritance will no longer be pursued, only grudges will be discussed." Xuanzhi said in a deep voice.

"What a good inheritance that will no longer be pursued, only grudges will be discussed."

Jiang Daoming sneered, and his true energy flowed, filling his body: "Whether to pursue or not is up to you, and whether to entangle or not is also up to you. Today, the master of the hall allows you to give me a palm, so that you will retreat when you know the difficulty."

He got the inheritance of Fahai and killed Monk Xuankong.

Xuanzhi said well, regardless of inheritance, only grudges will be discussed, and he can continue to entangle him with this matter in the future and not let him go.

"Master Jiang, pay attention."

Xuanzhi's compassionate look revealed a trace of suffering.

He absorbed all the power of Buddha, and a statue of Tathagata was condensed, with a solemn appearance and compassion for the world.

A palm containing infinite Buddha power was pressed towards Jiang Daoming who was still sitting.

The dragon-elephant true qi surged, and the killing intent was shocking. Jiang Daoming slapped out with a palm, which was just pure dragon-elephant true qi, without using the Buddha chapter.

The two palms touched, and two powerful forces collided. There was no earth-shaking explosion. Both sides urged their true qi to suppress each other.

Xuanzhi's palm power was not as compassionate as it seemed, but fierce and domineering.

The dragon-elephant true qi was also domineering. The true qi of the two people continued to pour into the palm power.

On the seat, Jiang Daoming's black robe fluttered, but he did not move at all.

Monk Xuanzhi's snow-white eyebrows fluttered, and his cassock swelled up like blowing air, making a rustling sound.

As the true qi poured in, pouring out continuously, Monk Xuanzhi's face gradually distorted.

Buzz

Suddenly.

The dragon-elephant true energy surged out like a raging river. Monk Xuanzhi's face changed, and he turned his Buddha power and retreated.

He retreated a hundred meters away from the Demon Exorcist Hall. Monk Xuanzhi staggered and slowly stabilized his body.

"You lost."

In the Demon Exorcist Hall, Jiang Daoming closed his palm and said calmly.

"I have seen the power of the eighteen dragons and elephants." Monk Xuanzhi looked miserable and put his hands together: "Amitabha, three days later, I will wait for the master of the hall on the river."

"Cherish the grace of this master not to kill me this time." Jiang Daoming's voice sounded and echoed in the night sky.

Xuanzhi paused slightly. He could hear that Jiang Daoming was warning him.

If he dared to take action in the river three days later, this master would dare to take his life.

Thinking of the one in the Divine Sword Villa, they were not without the power to fight if they united.

Watching Xuanzhi leave, Jiang Daoming supported his forehead with his hand and said indifferently: "The evildoers of the Demon Cloud Sect, if you dare not come out, kneel down and leave."

"Palace Master Jiang is really domineering and arrogant, asking this poor monk to kneel down?"

A cold shout sounded, and a demonic power swept over. A thin and handsome monk with a dark lotus tattoo came slowly.

The monk was very handsome, with fair and delicate skin. He looked like a little monk. With the lotus tattoo, he gave people a charming feeling.

"The Demon Cloud Sect, the Demon Buddha lineage?" Jiang Daoming looked indifferent. He had killed Xuanmie before, but he didn't expect another demon monk to come.

Moreover, this monk was very powerful, far above Xuanzhi, at the peak of the seventh level!

It was precisely because of this monk that he didn't get entangled with the old monk Xuanzhi.

"Demon Buddha, ignorance, the light of light." The charming monk stepped into the Demon Exorcist Hall and said coldly.

"Are you seeking death, or are you here to waste your words?" Jiang Daoming said indifferently.

The demonic Buddha energy surged around Wuming Monk: "Palace Master knows why I am here."

"You don't know." Jiang Daoming said coldly: "You covet my things. Do you think I will hand them over easily?"

Wuming Monk was slightly startled and laughed: "That makes sense. Palace Master Jiang sees it clearly. I wonder if Palace Master Jiang has considered cooperating with my Demon Cloud Sect."

"I haven't considered it. I'm not interested." Jiang Daoming said coldly.

Wuming Monk said indifferently: "Then has the Palace Master ever thought about whether the Eighteen Dragon Elephants can use Gan Jiang and Moye?"

"Hmm? Gan Jiang and Moye?"

Jiang Daoming frowned, and a strange color flashed in his eyes: "Is the Divine Sword Villa related to Gan Jiang and Moye?"