Vol 10 Chapter 1396: Immortal

In the Western Buddhist world, in the endless wilderness, getting rid of the first wave of killing in Foshan and recovering the demon body, the bloodstained moire and eyes.
In order to improve his strength and kill Wu Wu Tian, ​​Ning Chen has abandoned all human emotions at all costs and walked the world with the most ruthless side.
The failure of Cihang Bodhisattva's exorcism is an unacceptable thing for the entire Buddhist world. In Foshan, there is silence and no sound.
All parties in the Buddhist world, there are continuous messengers appearing, looking for the monks in Tsing Yi walking in the Buddhist world, to notify the evil.
However, in the tradition of tens of thousands of years in the Buddhist realm, Tsing Yi monks have spread all over the Buddhist realm, how can they be found in a short time.
The demon who killed the monk to prove the way was faster than any messenger of messenger. Many times, the messenger of Foshan found the monk of Tsing Yi only after seeing the corpse of the monk.
The evil has spread. For several months, the entire Buddha world was panicked and the mountains and rivers became the forbidden area of ​​monks.
Ningchen's men, more and more ghosts were rescued, and the ghosts died resentfully. More than 90% were women, and the cause of death was doubtful.
In a large vein of mountains and rivers, in front of Ning Chen, a monk in Tsing Yi fell down in the pool of blood, and his sword marks were so neat at the throat, and the sword sealed his throat, leaving no room for resistance.
The demon is ruthless, at least, there is no emotion for the destiny of the whole God Realm.
Not far from the battle, a monster creeped and shivered.
Ning Chen waved his hand, and the heavens and earth were so violent that he was submerged in many ghosts.
More than a dozen female ghosts, the ghosts of the whole body gradually dissipated, and the greasy face returned to the state before death.
"Fairy, they are so pitiful."
Ning Chen's shoulder, Xiao Hulu looked at the disappearing white ghost in white clothes, and the tender little face showed pity,
"Only if ghosts run rampant, the existence of Foshan is indispensable."
Ning Chen looked at the distant Xumi Foshan, his eyes flashed coldly. He had a bad impression of Buddhism, and he did not produce anything. It was like a worm eating the believer's achievements. Such a Buddhism cannot be respected.
"Fairy, let's hurry, maybe we can save more people." The kind little gourd face couldn't bear it and urged.
"Ok."
Ning Chen withdrew his gaze and stepped away.
Sumi, Foshan, Cihang Bodhisattva standing on the lotus stand, slender hands twisting their fingers, and the whole body of the Buddha shines.
Returned Bodhisattva Cihang, day and night to recuperate, repair the damaged Buddha body.
In the void, Xilai Buddha sits on the golden lotus, the state of the Buddha is solemn, and the pressure is amazing.
The two giants of Foshan, since the return of Cihang Bodhisattva, have almost no communication.
Everyone in Foshan knows that although the Bodhisattva Cihang is only a bodhisattva, its status is higher than that of all Buddhas, second only to Xilai Buddha, the Lord of Foshan.
In Foshan, news about the evils kept coming, and Foshan sent many experts to catch it, and all ended in failure.
The power of the demon is beyond imagination. The Bodhisattva Cihang did not say half a word about the destiny and the deity, so Foshan suffered a lot.
Foshan sent no less than ten masters of the gods and demons, all ending with drinking hatred, no one came back alive.
"Cihang."
Finally, after fossilizing four other masters of Buddha and Demon in Foshan, Xilai Buddha finally took the initiative to open his eyes and looked at Cihang Bodhisattva, who closed his eyes and adjusted his breath in front of him. whats the matter?"
Cihang Bodhisattva opened his eyes and performed a salute, respectfully saying, "Return to my Buddha and I don't know."
Western Buddha's eyes narrowed slightly and said, "Would you like to take another trip in person to bring this child back to Foshan."
"Qi Yunwu, the young man living in the phoenix's speed, my Buddha's body has not recovered, and it is difficult to capture it temporarily." Bodhisattva Cihang replied.
The Buddha came to frown and said, "Jinpeng."
The voice fell, the sky above Foshan, the golden light dazzled, Jin Peng spread his wings, and immediately flew to the front of the Buddhas.
"My Buddha."
Gold-winged Dapeng Venerable respectfully salutes.
"You and Cihang went down the mountain together and brought back the demon who was a disaster to the Buddha Realm." Xilai Buddha ordered.
"Yes!"
Golden-wing Dapeng Venerable led the way.
Cihang Bodhisattva's look flashed, and he refused to refuse any more, bowing to his life.
On the south side of the Buddhist realm, Tsing Yi monks stained the mountains and rivers with blood, and the white clothes with white hair walked between the veins of the mountains and rivers, like a of death.
Thousands of Tsing Yi monks fell, and countless resentful souls could save their lives and hide in the depths of the mountains, avoiding the end of the soul flying.
Every killing a monk, Ning Chen's body, karma will appear, quench the demon body.
When Ning Chen slaughtered the Buddhist monks in Tsing Yi, the golden light permeated in Foshan. Many masters of the Buddhist monastery left Foshan and rushed toward the south of the Buddhist realm.
The Bodhisattva Cihang came out again. Behind him, a Bodhisattva followed the Luohan. The Buddha was radiant and powerful.
On the south side of the Buddhist realm, Ning Chen felt strange from the direction of Foshan and accelerated his actions.
During the ten days, in the 77 mountains, hundreds of monks in Tsing Yi died in battle, a sword sealed their throats, and blood stained the red mountains.
"The ninth thousand nine hundred and ninety-seven, the ninth thousand nine hundred and ninety-eight, the ninth thousand nine hundred and ninety-nine, the fairy is long, and there is one less."
Ning Chen's shoulder, small gourd stretched out his white and tender hand, carefully counted, and raised his head to remind.
"Is it so fast?"
Ning Chen was surrounded by body fires, which had not been extinguished for months.
"Well, I counted it several times."
The little gourd nodded with certainty and responded.
Ning Chen nodded his head, and looked at the Buddha cloud approaching quickly in the distance, his expression slightly condensed.
This piece of Buddha cloud has chased him for a few days, I am afraid it will soon catch up.
Unexpectedly, there are also masters with such amazing speed in Foshan.
Is still one person short of success, and he ca n’t fail.
Ning Chen flipped his left hand, and the Taoist Scriptures manifested out of thin air, trying his best to find the nearest Tsing Yi monk ~ EbookFREE.me ~ Among the ten volumes of the Scriptures, the volume of Ming is now in power and peeping at the heavenly plane.
Looking for a moment, Ning Chen waved his hands away and folded the book, his figure flashed over and went north.
In the distance, Jinpeng spread his wings and flew at a speed.
On Jinpeng Dapeng, many Bodhisattvas and Arhats stood still, the light of the Buddha permeated, and helped Jinpeng chase the demon.
Half a day later, on a beautiful mountain and river, the golden-winged Dapeng flew, and a strong Buddhist man descended from the sky, standing above the void.
At the top of the mountain, the figure of Su Yi with white hair turned away from the Buddhas. In front, on the throat of a Tsing Yi monk, a crack appeared and blood spewed out.
The ten thousandth Buddhist monks in Tsing Yi collapsed in the attention of many Buddhas and Arhats in the Buddhist temple, and their eyes were full of unwillingness and fear.
The monks in Tsing Yi died in battle, Ning Chen surrounded him, and the endless karma was surging out. The majesty was majestic and terrifying.
Yehuo burned, killing monks and demons, Ning Chen's body, chaotic demon madness, under the refining of Yehuo, gradually integrated into every inch of flesh.
At the next moment, on the top of the mountain, the violent magic power broke out, dark and heavy, like the night is coming again, the dawn is over.
Slaughtered 10,000 Buddhas, the devil became great, and after an endless period of time, the immortal Buddha body reappeared in the world.
"Everyone, wait a long time."
In the violent black airflow, Ning Chen turned around and looked at everyone coldly with calm eyes.
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