Chapter 113: The donor is destined to my Buddha

"This... how is this possible?"
The five elders of the Linxian Taoist Palace were dumbfounded, and they looked at the black-robed man in disbelief, and stormy waves were set off in their hearts.
Linxian Dao Palace is the top power in the world of immortality. As elders, their strength will naturally not be weak.
The great elder is the beginning of the fit period, and the other four elders are the peak of the distraction period!
With such a combination of strength, even the monks who are in the mating stage must avoid the edge, and look at the entire world of cultivation should be an invincible existence.
Originally came with ambitions, who would have thought that this black-robed man would be overpowered so easily, and it was over before it started.
Is it possible that this black-robed man is... crossing the catastrophe period?
Everyone gasped in their hearts, only feeling cold in their limbs and numb scalp.
This is the tribulation period!
They are generally old monsters that cannot escape the world!
The demon actually dispatched the cultivator during the Tribulation Period. Is this going to stir up the whole world of cultivation? What are they going to do?
"What are you going to do?" The Great Elder asked with a calm face.
The black-robed man said coldly: "We just want to get back what belongs to us, I'll ask again! Where is the falling sword?"
Lin Mufeng said in a low voice: "I advise you to die this heart, the sword of falling devil is in the hands of someone you can't afford to offend."
"Hahaha, in the realm of cultivating immortals, there is no one I can't afford to offend!" The black-robed man laughed wildly, "Besides, I work for Lord Demon, even if the immortal in the sky comes, I am not afraid!"
"Master Devil?" The great elder smiled disdainfully, "Even if it is his deity, he is just an ant-like existence in front of that expert."
"It's ridiculous!"
The black-robed man shook his head and glanced at everyone contemptuously, "It seems that your brains are a little unconscious, so let me help you wake up!"
He looked at Lin Mufeng, his eyes flashed red, and with a wave of his hand, Lin Mufeng's right arm was cut off by Qi Gen and flew into the air.
"Hehe, let me see how the expert in your mouth prevented me from recalling the Falling Demon Sword!"
The black robe man smiled coldly and raised his palm to the severed hand in the void. Between the air, the severed hand was suspended in the air, and a trace of black air was forced out of the severed hand.
Lin Mufeng's face was pale. Seeing this scene, he immediately knew why the black-robed man would come here.
It turned out that when he used the Demon Falling Sword to chop wood at an expert, the breath of the Falling Demon Sword remained in his body.
A smile appeared at the corner of the black robe man's mouth, his eyes flashed with light, his hands pinched the Fa Jue, and the word "call" came out from his mouth!
The next moment, the breath of the falling devil sword began to gather a small black dot in Dragon City, which seemed extremely rich.
Siheyuan.
Shrouded in a layer of silent night, there was silence all around, and there was no sound of insects or birds.
It seems that everything has fallen asleep.
At this moment, the magic sword that was lying quietly in the woodpile trembled slightly, and stood up swayingly, as if a dream was awakened by someone, with a trace of unrest.
The pitch-black sword body slowly floated in the air, and after a few somersaults in the air, he rushed out of the courtyard and marched towards the night.
The speed of falling the devil sword was extremely fast, and it only took half an hour to reach the realm of Lingyun Celestial Pavilion.
"coming!"
The black-robed man smiled with joy, glanced at Lin Mufeng and the others jokingly, and said with a smile: "It seems that the expert in your mouth is not good, and he hasn't come forward yet.
Lin Mufeng's face was pale, blood gurgling from the wound, he moved his mouth, but only let out a muffled snort.
The faces of the other five elders were also not very good. They looked at the falling magic sword suspended in mid-air, and their hearts grew deeper and deeper.
Although an expert can calculate everything, it is too difficult to do everything. This black-robed man turned out to be an out-of-bounds monk. I am afraid that even the expert has not counted it, and has become the variable on the expert's chessboard.
The five elders couldn't help but feel a little sad, "When it's over, facing this kind of change, like a person like an expert, 80% of us will directly become abandoned children."
"Looking at this expression of yours, it should be a fate." The black robe man smiled gloomily and looked quite triumphant. "In the realm of Xiu Xian realm, it is so stupid that there will be an expert coming to the realm! Pathetic."
"Hehe, you are the frog at the bottom of the well! You can't even imagine the horror of an expert."
Lin Mufeng said with red eyes and a trace of admiration: "The master plays the world, maybe we are just a he sown freely, but even if we become abandoned, you are not allowed to insult the master!"
Emperor Luo also nodded, and said in a condensed voice: "Yes! At least we have become master pieces, we are proud!"
"There is no cure, I am dying!"
The black-robed man shook his head and was amused, "How can the of such an expert be the of Lord Devil? Now I will use your blood to open the front for the Fallen Demon Sword!"
The black robe on his body was agitated, his whole aura condensed to the peak, he stretched out his hand to the Falling Demon Sword, and shouted: "Sword!"
The wind howled, black air surged.
Everything seemed to be ready, but the sword did not come.
The Demon Falling Sword was still floating peacefully in the air, and the tip of the sword pointed at the black-robed man, as if looking at him.
"Huh?" The black-robed man frowned, and shouted again: "Come on!"
Hum!
The calm Demon Falling Sword was suddenly brilliant and generous, but what emerged from the pitch-black sword was not black energy but golden light!
The golden light illuminates the night sky!
A skeleton in a cassock slowly floated out of the falling demon sword, bathed in golden light, and folded his hands together.
"Amitabha."
"Demon falling sword?" The black-robed man could hardly believe his eyes, his brain buzzed, and frowned, "Sword Demon, why are you like this? You are obviously a skeleton, what clothes do you wear?"
The sword demon spoke slowly, with a pious voice, "I have been transformed by my Buddha and converted to my Buddha."
"What is my Buddha? What do I take refuge in?" The black-robed man was dumbfounded, his eyes gradually sinking, "Don't forget your roots!"
The Sword Demon was obviously a skeleton, and he actually showed compassion, and said loudly: "The sea of ​​bitterness is boundless, and there is a shore when you look back. All living beings are suffering. The donor is bound to my Buddha and can also take refuge.
The black-robed man's face was already gloomy to the extreme, and his whole body turned black, gathered into a huge black skull, and said coldly: "Convert to you! It seems that you are also crazy, and I can only take you away by force!"
"That's the case." The sword demon raised his hands slightly, the compassionate color on his face suddenly put away, and said coldly: "How dare the carving insects trick me? Look at me, the mighty heavenly dragon, the world-zun Jizo, the Prajna Buddhas, Prajna Ba Makong !"