The cold moon shines high, the night is as cool as water, and on Mount Sumeru, thousands of white-clothed novice monks sit cross-legged and recite sutras for several years as one day.
On the altar, the Lord of Heaven and Buddha sits in meditation, day after day, sitting dry and practicing.
The Devil's Palace was born, and after three consecutive battles, the Buddhist kingdom was severely damaged.
After 30,000 years, the Lord of Heaven and Buddha opened Foshan to the Pure Dharma again, and practiced painstakingly day and night, trying to reverse the declining trend of the battle between Buddha and Demon.
Ten days and ten nights, on Foshan, it was unusually quiet. In the distance, three thousand miles apart, the magic palace army was stationed, and it was unknown when they would attack again.
At this moment, above the void, a figure in plain clothes descended from the sky, with white hair flying, so dazzling.
When I saw the people who came, on Foshan, a strong Buddhist man had a strange look on his face, the ninth son of Momen, why did he come at this time
"You came"
On the Buddhist platform, the Lord of Heavenly Buddha opened his eyes and said.
"Sorry, I'm late."
Ning Chen stepped forward and saluted respectfully.
"It's good to come, it's never too late."
The Lord of Heavenly Buddha showed a look of compassion and said with a smile.
"Foshan has kindness to the younger generation. Now that Foshan is in trouble, the younger generation will never stand by and watch." Ning Chen respectfully said.
"As long as the donor has this intention, the magic palace is huge, and the situation is difficult to reverse. The donor should leave the heavens to avoid the evil for a while." The Lord of the Buddha said softly.
"Thank you for the kindness of Lord Buddha. No matter what, the younger generation can't sit back and watch the troubles of Foshan. Lord Buddha, please wait a moment, and the younger generation will go back when you go."
When the words fell, Ning Chen didn't delay any longer, turned around and walked out of Foshan.
After a few steps, the plain clothes dissipated and disappeared above Foshan.
Looking at the direction of the former, a strange color flashed in the eyes of the Lord of the Buddha. What is he going to do, is he going to use his own strength to fight against the army of the magic palace
In the west of Foshan, three thousand miles away, the cold wind was blowing lightly, and the dust and sand were flying. In front of the army of the magic palace stationed a hundred miles away, the sword energy suddenly rose from the sky, and without warning, it fell from the sky.
"who?"
The first feeling, Bai Wangran's expression condensed, and said coldly.
"The one who killed you!"
In the middle of the conversation, in the distance, a figure with white hair in plain clothes strode forward, the sword in his hand was full of swordsmanship, and his murderous intention was not concealed.
"The ninth son of Momen!"
A familiar figure, a familiar sword, Bai Wangran's expression turned cold, and with a wave of his hand, nine wind beads circled around his body.
"Devil, walk with me"
As soon as the words fell, the demonic energy surged, and behind Ning Chen, a black figure appeared, with Chi Lian in his hand, glaring fiercely.
The two figures appeared, and in an instant, two figures swept past, black and white streamers, and the sword light opened the hell road again.
With a thud, Tai Shi and Jiu-round wind beads collided, and the sword light and the gust of wind devoured each other.
At the same time, the demon passed by and did not participate in the battle. The red-trained fierce soldiers were full of suffocation and used the demon to kill the demon.
Before he could react, the sword light swept across, and the head of the demon army flew up one by one, blood spurting out, dyeing the cold night red.
Aware of the former purpose, Bai Wangran's expression sank, his palm flipped, and he slapped it out, wanting to deal with the person in front of him as soon as possible.
Ning Chen stepped on odd steps, his figure was like an illusory figure, avoiding one after another of palms, the Taishi sword energy in his hand kept condensing, and he was poised for extreme moves.
"The ninth son of the dignified Momen, is it only this little trick?"
The tricks failed, Bai Wangran said with a mocking look on his face.
Ning Chen's expression was unmoved, and he still mainly dragged the fight, ignoring it.
The swords and palms confront each other, walk away when you touch them, and then concentrate on the situation. The situation on the sword changes, Nirvana is born, and thousands of swords are gushing out like a tide.
Bai Wangran focused his attention and avoided the move in an instant. A hundred meters away, the true essence gathered, and the strong wind blocked the sword energy.
With a few rumblings, the sword energy and the gust of wind dissipated and devoured each other.
"The second guardian of the dignified magic palace, is it only this little trick?"
The original words were returned, and the irony was not concealed at all. Ning Chen's figure swept out again, and the sect's name Feng Guanghua was dazzling. With a sword, the battle started again.
Bai Wangran's expression turned cold, he turned his palm to block the sword, and the other hand condensed the essence in secret, the wind beads were coiled, and the power became more and more terrifying.
"The ninth son of Momen, you will pay the cruelest price for your words and deeds!"
With enough Yuan gathered, the famous trick reappeared, Bai Wangran snorted, and the wind and thunder shook the world.
"The Long Wind"
Extremely mighty came into the world, and the words followed the law.
"Breakout"
When the sword was fighting, Ning Chen's figure quickly retreated, and with a loud bang, the gust of wind destroyed the sword light and continued to come.
Ten zhang, hundred zhang, the strong wind follows, the palm strength is hidden, and the body of the warrior is about to be destroyed.
Ning Chen turned his palms, the dark yellow brilliance was extremely prosperous, the earth trembled for hundreds of miles, and the sound reached its peak.
There was a sudden shock, and the strong wind shook the mountain peak. In the violent vibration, the mountain peak collapsed, and the strong wind gradually weakened.
"The scroll of the earth, the earth turns a thousand times"
With a soft drink, the martial arts of the Heavenly Book reappeared, Ning Chen stepped on the ground, cracks appeared one after another, folded up from the middle, and merged with a bang.
Bai Wangran's figure dodged, however, a hundred miles wide, there was no way to avoid it, and with a bang, he was trapped in the mountains.
"The powerful swordsman makes me even more desire to destroy!"
In the folded earth, Bai Wangran let out a deep drink, and nine wind beads all over his body manifested magical power.
The world-shattering power shook the world, and under the gust of wind, Ning Chen stared, and before the move, he felt oppressed.
"The scroll of the earth, the earth destroys the mountain"
The scroll of the earth was transported again, and in the hands of Ning Chen, Tai Shi entered the ground, and suddenly, thousands of sword lights shot up into the sky, rumbled and vibrated, rushing towards the sky and the gust of wind.
Extreme collision, thousands of miles of sinking, mountains and rocks flying, and falling from the sky.
"what!"
For a time, the rear demon army screamed, and the casualties were heavy.
"Magic fire blazes a prairie!"
Among the tens of thousands of troops, flames burst around the demon body, the sword edge slashed through, and the broken limbs and broken arms flew everywhere.
The slaughter of naked~naked~naked is like the death of the god of death. The devil is ruthless, and he moves without leaving his hands. Every sword is swung, and a large army of devils falls.
In the two battles, I knew that I would do my best, in order to return the love of Foshan, and even more confuse the eyes of the magic palace.
After just half a quarter of an hour, three thousand miles away from Foshan, blood and water stained the ground. Thousands and hundreds of demon armies had fallen, and as far as their eyes could see, they were full of fallen corpses.
In front of the Demon Army, the battle between the two powerhouses became even more intense. Bai Wangran was full of murderous intent. Although he knew the purpose of the former, he was unable to escape for a while.
The famous frontier of Taoism, the brilliance is getting more and more prosperous, Ning Chen incarnates the fighting spirit, with a sword in hand, resisting the demons and helping the army behind.
"The ninth son of the Momen, my magic palace has no grudges with you. Today, what you have done will make you regret it for the rest of your life!"
Bai Wangran raised his palm to control his energy, the wind swept through, the mad sand rushed back, and the powerhouse at the top of the magic palace could do everything he could.
"Repaying kindness, repaying grudges, knowing fate, and never regretting it!"
A palm shook out, the ground swelled, and Ning Chen's hands were filled with true essence, frozen for thousands of miles.
Bai Wangran turned his palm to block the move, and with a shock, he stepped forward, bullying him forward, and his fierce palm condensed madly, imprinting on the former's heart.
Ning Chen slashed his sword, and with a thud, his body slid out a hundred meters, and then he took a steady step, and slashed out with a single sword, making a strong attack.
Tricks and tricks, tricks and tricks, the figures of the two are constantly intertwined, and strong tricks are frequent and intense.
In the rear, the demons killed, the flames filled the sky, the fierce sword Chi Lian had been dyed red, blood splashed, and the stumps were flying.
Above Foshan, Lord Heavenly Buddha looked at the battle situation in the distance, his old eyes flashed complicatedly, the karma on this child is already enough, and after this battle, it will be even more difficult to clean up.
In this world, people are always helpless. In his opinion, the heart of this child still maintains the original kindness. However, his hands are already stained with blood, hundreds of thousands, millions, and countless. , and perhaps more and more.
"Six paths fall together, there are thousands of calamities, and the sword is too forbidden"
Among the tens of thousands of demonic forces, the demonic body suddenly took a steady step, his hands were bare, and an indescribable sword pressure swept out. In an instant, endless sword lights staggered out, and immediately rushed into the nine heavens.
In an instant, the phoenix fire suddenly ignited around the demon, and the phoenix and demon appeared at the same time, and the forbidden move was born.
"Magic Phoenix Tribulation!"
The demon phoenix appeared, the world was shocked, the black phoenix manifested and manifested in the world, and in an instant, the wind was blowing, and the dark clouds rushed.
"not good!"
Before the Demon Army, Bai Wangran had a feeling, his expression suddenly changed, he turned his palms and shook the opponent in front of him, and with a single step, he swept to the sky, trying to prevent the birth of the forbidden sword.
"You can't save them!"
The words fell, Su Yi's figure rose from the ground, and a long, snow-white blade appeared in her hand, and it slashed with a slash, and the blue brilliance shone.
With a thud, his palms folded together to block the blade, Bai Wangran's forward momentum was blocked, and if he tried to help, it was too late.
But seeing above the nine heavens, the magic phoenix fluttered its wings, and in an instant, endless black sword light burst into the sky, destroying the sky and destroying the earth, trapping thousands of miles in the air. The next moment, a shocking scene happened. The black sword light fell. Wherever it passed, space cracks appeared. On the ground, the sword light penetrated the body. The blood is too late to burst
Open, thousands of demon armies will be wiped out.
"court death!"
Bai Wangran avoided the black sword lights one after another, and looked at the demon army below who was half dead and wounded, with murderous intent on his face, turning his palms to condense the essence, and the Abi Hell Palace reappeared, turning into a huge palace of hundreds of feet, suppressing the people in front of him.
"That's it for today, goodbye!"
The plan has been completed, and he doesn't want to fight for a long time, Ning Chen swung the sword in his hand, made two moves in a row, and immediately stepped forward and left.
Not far away, the figure of the demon body also flashed and disappeared into the night.
In the void, the sword Guanghua appeared, Bai Wangran turned his palm to block it, his eyes looked at the figure that disappeared in the distance, and it was too late to chase after him.
With a wave of his hand, the Avici Hell Palace returned to three inches in size and fell into his hands. Bai Wangran's figure descended from the sky, his gaze swept across the heavily wounded army in front of him, and the murderous intent in his eyes became more and more uncontrollable.
Three thousand miles away, above Foshan, the figure of Su Yi descended from the sky, and the bloody aura still hadn't dissipated. It was so clear on this Buddhist Pure Land.
"Master Buddha, the younger generation has done their best. After this battle, the East Mogong Army should not attack Foshan in a short period of time. Lord Buddha can rest assured for the time being!" Ning Chen said with a tired face in the void.
"Thank you for your help!" The Lord of Heaven said seriously.
"Master Buddha is polite, this is what the junior should do. The junior has other things to do, so don't bother, there will be a period later!" After speaking, Ning Chen's figure faded away in the void, and after a while, he disappeared.