The old monk walked on the street, looking at the ghost in front of him, his eyes couldn't help but show a touch of pity, and then he was replaced by a look of firmness, and his hands were folded, "Amitabha, hell is not empty, and he will not become a Buddha. ”

Over the years, the ghosts he has purified with the Buddha's light can be said to be countless, but every time he walks out of the Buddha hall, the ghosts in front of him have not decreased in the slightest, and sometimes there will be more, these ghosts from the void, and the ghosts born for unknown reasons seem to be endless.

Every time he saw this, the old monk would be confused in his heart.

Will he really be able to purify these countless ghosts?

But he has a tough heart, and after the confusion, he has a firmer belief, anyway, his life is still long, and the big deal is to spend it here.

And he had a hunch.

When he fulfills his wish, it is his chance to complete the Dharma.

The old monk clasped his hands together, stepped out, and a golden lotus flower was born under his feet, and the lotus was born step by step, and suddenly, a strange fragrance filled the heaven and earth, and pieces of golden petals flew in the air.

These petals were harmless to ordinary warriors, but they were the deadliest things to this ghostly spirit, and when they fell on them, they exploded like a powder keg that had been ignited.

For a while, the ghosts in the sky continued to explode like fireworks.

"Amitabha. ”

The old monk muttered and continued the great cause of purification.

But suddenly, he paused.

In front of him, a young man dressed in a cyan robe and a white sword hung from his waist suddenly appeared, and when he saw this young man, the old monk's pupils suddenly shrank, and his hairs stood on end, as if he was facing a great enemy.

"Angry, but that's it!"

The old monk's eyes were filled with golden light.

Others can't see it.

But the old monk's eyes running with the light of the Buddha can see clearly, and there is a black ominous resentment flowing on the sword-wielding young man in front of him......

Not only that, but this man's resentment is also very pure.

There is not the slightest impurity.

It's a pretty scary thing.

Even the ghosts in the sky don't have such pure resentment, compared to the ghosts, the person in front of him is more like a resentful ghost from the Nine Shadows!

The surging resentment made the old monk shudder!

How could anyone have such resentment?

Could it be a fierce thing born out of resentment?

The old monk's heart moved, and he had a guess.

Suddenly faced with this terrifying resentment, although the old monk was shocked, he didn't dare to slack off, his hands flew up, and he hurriedly pinched out the seal.

"King Ming's Law Seal!"

Airplanes!

The void was turbulent, and I saw a large amount of Buddha light converging in front of the old monk, turning into a solemn, sacred Buddha phantom, and the Buddha shot a pure Buddha light towards the resentful puppet, like a golden pillar of light.

"Huh?"

The puppet raised his eyebrows, he just wanted to see where this old monk was, but he didn't expect the other party to do it directly when he saw him.

With a light snort, the white jade unforgiving long sword on the puppet's waist was unsheathed!

The sword, a trail through the void.

A miserable white sword light suddenly slashed out.

Bang!

The sword light and the Buddha light collided violently.

The grudge took a few steps back.

The old monk couldn't help but stumble twice.

"Oh, the Heavenly Dome King-level?"

The puppet was a little surprised.

The body is not there, and the resentful puppet can't judge the cultivation of the person in front of him with the Nine Heavens Sword Pupil, but he can roughly judge the cultivation of this old monk through fighting, which is not much worse than the former Feng King.

Onlookers couldn't help but be shocked when they saw the old monk fighting with the puppet.

"I'll go, why is the sword murderer here?"

"Damn, is he going to kill the master? ”

"Well, it seems that the master did it first. ”

"That's not right, how could the master do it to someone for no reason, there must be something hidden in this, but the sword murderer is actually here, if he really fights with the master, I don't know what will happen?"

"The sword murderer is not easy to mess with, in the past half a year, everyone does not know his strength, ordinary kings can't hold a few swords in front of him, and I even doubt that he has the level of the thirteen kings of the heavenly dome. ”

"But the master is not bad. ”

"Yes, the master is a proper king of the heavenly firmament. ”

Everyone respects the old monk.

There is naturally a powerful factor in this, and the old monk is highly cultivated, and he is recognized by everyone as a person who can compete with the Shura King.

In the entire Shura City, except for the Shura King, it is estimated that no one is an opponent.

It's just that in the past six months, the name of the sword murderer has been very loud.

This resounding is made by strength.

Even if everyone is unwilling, they have to admit that the strength of the other party is far from comparable to them, and it may be similar to the old monk.

It was definitely a shocking battle between these two people.

The old monk looked at the sword in the puppet's hand.

That sword, white as jade, was filled with a vast and bright aura, and he didn't understand a little, how could such a resentful, ghost-like figure use such a bright sword?

It's a bit of a mismatch.

"Old monk, you must be a little rude. ”

At this moment, the indifferent voice of the resentful puppet sounded.

The old monk's face showed astonishment.

"Are you sane?"

"Heh......" The resentful puppet sneered, and the resentful sword pressure on his body exploded, "Can I think you are calling me a fool?"

The majestic resentment made the ghosts tremble.

If the old monk's Buddha light is pure and peaceful, making people feel warm and quiet, then the sword pressure of the resentful puppet is the other extreme.

Ferocious, cold, treacherous.

Just standing in front of him will make my scalp tingle and terrified.

Everyone still doesn't know what kind of kendo this is!

"That's not what the old man meant. ”

The old monk hurriedly explained: "The old man saw that the donor was angry, thinking that he was a murderous thing, but he didn't expect the donor to be able to maintain his sanity under such resentment, which is really incredible." ”

"Really?"

"Monks don't speak. ”

"Hmph. ”

The resentful puppet snorted softly and slowly reined in his resentment.

The old monk was even more surprised when he saw it.

In fact, he was ready to fight just now, after all, the other party has such a grievance, although he retains his sanity, his personality will inevitably be affected, and it is not impossible to become ferocious and vicious.

I offended him just now, and it's not too much to fight.

I didn't expect the other party to restrain the sword pressure after listening to his explanation, so reasonable, so why did he have such a rush of resentment?

The old monk was puzzled.

For the first time in so many years, he had met such a person.

"Donor, please stay. ”

The old monk stopped the puppet who was about to leave.

"Oh, is there anything else you can do?"

The resentful puppet put his hand on the hilt of the white jade unforgiving sword on his waist to prevent the old monk from doing anything unfavorable to him.

After all, the resentment of his own resentment is indeed heavier.

For Buddhist warriors, it is really ominous.

It seems reasonable that the other party wants to eradicate himself.

As if sensing the vigilance of the resentful puppet, the old monk stopped and said ten feet away from the resentful puppet: "It is rare in the world to display a resentful spirit, please be careful not to be eaten by it." ”