I Possessed a Demon Sovereign

Master mingjue was not satisfied with the irony implied in Su Wei's words. In a gentle tone, he replied, "I'm not as good as you are. I was defeated completely in the first world war that year, and I'm still suffering from a disease that is difficult to cure until today.

I've been sitting at the gate of the mountain for more than 20 years. If I didn't get something by chance, I didn't dare to go out to show my shame.

If I don't make a tool, I won't embarrass a child.

It's just that master Su Shi's family, Xiao tanyue, was born with demons. In order to avoid harming the common people, he had to invite him back to Qingliangshan, hoping to dissolve the demons with Buddhism.

Leader Chen is a proud generation, still better than the same age of the alien clan leader. I dare not expect to win, just hope to stay for a moment, and fight for a way for a group of people. "

" the master is really a good-natured monk. He was seriously injured under the leader of a different race. Now he can join hands with a different race to invade the holy land of our religion. "Zhang Tianheng said.

Su Wei looked at him and nodded to himself.

It seems ironic, but Zhang Tianheng's words are actually testing the other side. In addition to Zuo Xian and Wang Xiuzhe, there are many foreign experts going south.

In particular, have the foreign owners ever crossed the border?

Master mingjue didn't seem to be aware of the set in Zhang Tianheng's words. He answered frankly: "Heidi's coming to the south is his personal decision, because of his personal enmity with master Chen."

Su Wei's eyes flashed: "master is a monk. Don't lie. Heidi was defeated by the leader of our sect and ran away. It's all up to Li Pai, the twelve flying generals under the command of Dao Huang." I'm too much of myself. Please teach me. "

Master mingjue's voice gradually faded away.

The sounds of Sanskrit, Buddha's trumpets, bells and drums are more and more loud, almost deafening.

However, such a noisy voice is not irritating, but more peaceful and peaceful.

It's too peaceful to indulge in it.

I can't think of anything else.

Su Wei, in the realm of Wuzong, even with Zhang Tianheng's help, feels a little trance.

Other people whose cultivation level is lower than him are strongly influenced.

In front of everyone's eyes, the six dragon imperial chariot is the center, surrounded by a piece of glazed Buddha light for several kilometers.

In the light of the Buddha, lotus blossoms and Bodhi branches can be seen.

There are thousands of pagodas erected in mid air.

There is a pearl on the pagoda, which emits colorful light.

A golden lamp, hanging over the pagoda, shines through the world.

People listen to Sanskrit in their ears, and smell sandalwood in their mouths and noses, which makes people feel more peaceful.

At the end of the day, above the six dragon chariot, there was a Buddha's personal experience.

The Buddha is not a shadow, but as if he were real.

Buddha's body is bigger and bigger, as if infinite, filling heaven and earth.

The imperial chariot seemed to be getting smaller and smaller in front of it, as small as mustard dust.

The six dragons roared uneasily at first, but the roar soon became low, and their eyes were at a loss.

Zhang Tianheng and Su Wei look at each other.

No wonder the sick Maha dares to come out of the mountain again.

It turned out that he really worked out a way to give full play to the strength of the 13th realm and the true realm.

Although it is not the power of Emperor Wu as we usually call it, it originates from spiritual repression.

But there is no doubt that the level of strength is not comparable to that of King Wu.

Qingliang temple's Sanskrit chant is a unique land in China, which can almost be called the art of killing the first sound.

Now master mingjue has been practicing for many years, focusing on study, and his attainments in Sanskrit chanting have reached the magic of turning the false into the true, and using Sanskrit to transform the pure land of Buddhism.

Although the six tones of burning the sea in the thirty-six secret biographies of the demon sect is also a famous technique of killing tyrannical sounds, it is hard to avoid that it is not as good as the other party's Sanskrit Zen singing.

The same level of demon master, with the burning sea six tones, can not fight against such a pure land of Sanskrit

As they thought of it, they heard Chen Luoyang's voice in the hall behind them.

"Sick Maha?" The tone was calm.

"You're not sick, you're stupid."

Along with the voice, there was a "Dong".

The sound is so harsh that it instantly destroys the peaceful atmosphere of the pure land.

Then there was another "Dong".

It's like a fight between gold and iron.

The air of endless killing and cutting makes people feel frightened and excited.

In the main hall.

Chen Luoyang, who lives high on the table, is calm and self-confident.

With your right finger, tap the armrest.

"Dong Dong Dong... "

At the moment, the ordinary percussion sounds are like invisible magic weapons, which come from the six dragon chariot and pierce the pure land of Sanskrit.

At present, the most powerful way to break Sanskrit is to exert the power of the thirteenth realm. The three moves may not be enough.

But what the religious leader didn't know before, now I do

Chen Luoyang half drooped his eyelids.The black light in the two pupils turned into dark gold.