Supernatural Scrolls

Chapter 83: I don't go to hell, who goes to hell

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The monk Huikong Baoxiang of Jinchan Temple was solemn, sitting cross-legged, golden Yuanli handprints exuding bursts of Buddha light, and rushing towards the ghosts, both of them were in the later stage of Wudan realm. The power is extremely shocking. At this moment, each is really angry, and under each other's fight, no one can get the upper hand.

"My Buddha is merciful. Although you are the first to discover this blood dragon grass, the ghost benefactor, but your character is corrupt, and you want to kill innocent people. These treasures will only deepen your sins if they fall into your hands, so you should give them to the old monk. ... .."

"Fart, you shameless old bald donkey!"

Guiyan's weather is not good, and his power is a bit stronger during his shots. His heart is extremely aggrieved. Previously, Yunchuan was used as a scapegoat in the rocky forest and gave him a handful of scapegoats. As a result, his vitality was greatly injured. Ten percent of the strength can only play 70 percent.

Soon after he escaped from the stone forest, he found this hundreds-year-old blood dragon grass. He was originally overjoyed. This hundreds-year-old blood dragon grass was enough to make up for his physical injuries and deficits, and even let him His strength was a bit more refined, but another monk Huikong from Jin Chan Temple came to compete with him for this blood dragon grass.

Jin Chan Temple and Guishan Gate have always had a disagreement with each other in philosophy, and although Monk Huikong is also in the later stage of Wudan Realm, he will not be his opponent at all if he is in peace, but he is now injured. , But no one can do anything for a while.

Especially this old monk obviously wanted to be greedy for the ink baby, but he looked compassionate and compassionate. He looked good for him, and even the angry ghost Yantian couldn't do it. At this moment, he was doing his best.

The two of them were in a stalemate for a while, but at this moment, in the light of the two of them, they suddenly caught a glimpse of a young man in white, Shi Shiran, walking out, towards the blood dragon grass on the side, and step by step to the blood dragon. Next to the grass, with a delicate technique, he picked the blood dragon grass, dusted the dirt on it, with a satisfactory color on his face, and put the blood dragon grass in his dantian space.

"This donor, the blood dragon grass belongs to the poor monk, please let it go!"

"Little beast!"

Monk Huikong and ghost Yantian watched this scene happen. Qiqiao was angry with smoke, and the two of them

At this moment, there is a stalemate in the fight, and no one can stop first, and the two sects are natural rivals. If the masters are fighting, if one side stops first and is multiplied by the other, I am afraid the other side will not die. Seriously injured.

Fearing in their hearts to be taken by each other, neither of them was willing to stop first, and each glared at Yunchuan.

Yun Chuan smiled slightly, and nodded to the two of them. He was a little innocent and shook his head: "The Zen master's words are very bad. The younger brother just saw that the two were beaten to death for this kind of external object. It was a little worthless. This was out of good intentions. Take away the source of this sin. As the saying goes, Buddhism has something to say, I am not as good as hell who goes to hell, thousands of sins belong to me, my brother’s kindness, I hope the Zen master is not polite."

Guiyan weather’s seven orifices produce smoke, looking at that expression of compassion, as if he took the blood dragon grass away for their sake, almost similar to the words and deeds of the talented Huikong, and even shamelessly a young man who was almost a breath of blood. Squirting.

At this moment, he was extremely frustrated. This blood dragon grassland was the first one he discovered, but it was snatched by the monk in front of him. When the two were fighting, they were picked up by this little thief who hated him. A ready-made cheap, especially when the other party took away the blood dragon grass that originally belonged to him for his good looks, and it made the teeth that he hated it itch.

The monk Huikong on the other side was also downplayed by Yunchuan's attitude. He saw the ghost Yan Tian's vitality badly this time, so he came out to pick up a leak, but at this moment he made a wedding dress for the boy for nothing.

What makes him even more unstable is that the Buddhism words that this young man said sounded like the same thing at first, but combined with the other party’s shameless behavior, the words seemed to be ironic to him just now. The words the sky said were average.

Ghost Yantian and Monk Huikong’s angry seven orifices gave rise to smoke, and the blood dragon grass was seized, leaving the two of them without the mind to continue fighting at the moment. Gui Yantian smashed his neck and said angrily: "Bald donkey, stop together, take this first. The little beast is burned!"

"The poor monk also has this intention. This son blasphemes my Buddha, which is more serious than your demon benefactor, and it is not enough to quell the blame!"

The two made up their minds, their eyes flickered, and they said in unison:

"Three, two, one, stop!"

boom!

boom!

Gui Yantian was slapped on his forehead by a golden palm, and his head was beaten with blood. Monk Huikong was bitten off by a ghost and a piece of meat on his arm was also dripping with blood.

"Dead bald donkey, almost caught your way, and want to yin your ghost grandpa!" Gui Yantian was angrily.

"Amitabha, the ghost benefactor, you have turned your back on you, and you are in vain!" Monk Huikong didn't change his expression and heartbeat, raised his hand to catch the ghost on his arm and squeezed it, shaking his head and sighed.

Although the two of them said that they stopped together, they both had a plan to yin each other once, and they both suffered a small loss.

The boy looked at him with a lot of fun, and smiled with his palms, saying, "Two good-skinned people."

"Yunchuan, you find yourself dead!"

"Today the old monk wants to exterminate demons and defend the way!"

Yun Chuan immediately made monk Huikong and ghost Yan Tian furious with his ridiculous words. At this moment, he stopped his hands and rushed to Yunchuan together.

"Big Thousand Buddha Palm!"

"Hundreds of ghosts!"

The golden palms of the Buddha roared all over the sky, countless black ghosts made the sound of howling ghosts and wolves, and two great martial arts with the power of the early stage of the Profound Stage crashed towards Yunchuan.

At this moment, Gui Yan Tian and Monk Huikong abruptly gave up their plans to fight each other, but together they attacked Yunchuan to kill Yunchuan in one fell swoop.

Only facing the attacks of the two powerful late-stage martial arts realm, the young man still has a pale face, and his complexion is as calm as usual. A martial arts pill is slid and whirled, and the power of the sea-like ** burst out, suddenly. That room wiped out the late attacks of the two great martial arts realm.

"You are actually promoted to the realm of Wudan!"

As soon as Yunchuan’s Wu Dan came out, especially when he felt the strength of Yuan Li almost equal to his current strength, Gui Yantian’s expression suddenly changed. He had been badly injured from the stone forest, but he has not recovered. Monk Huikong's fight made him even worse. At this moment, Yun Chuan's aura had already faintly surpassed him.

His face is a bit ugly. He naturally knows the difficulty of Yunchuan. He escaped many of his pursuits when he was only in the body tempering realm. Now it has only been a short time. See you again When he was young, he was actually promoted to the realm of Wudan.

(End of this chapter)