Chapter 430: A sword kills

There are literary saints out, and the demons retreat. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

Lu Wensheng only stood on the ground, drank the words of the saint, and drank away countless evil demons and ghosts, drank through the great array of the Ten Thousand Ghost Dynasty, and drank out the Ten Thousand Ghost Spirit Banner.

The entire Witch Ghost Dao seemed to have been beaten back to its original form in an instant.

There is no longer a vast supernatural power, and there is no longer a magic channel.

Yes, it's just endless fear.

The Sect Master of the Witch Ghost Dao even had a feeling that his whole body was exposed to broad daylight, as if all his secrets were exposed in front of the hateful child in front of him.

"At such a young age, he turned out to be a literary saint!

The Sect Master of the Witch Ghost Dao trembled all over his body and gritted his teeth.

Wensheng, Wensheng!

Wensheng came out in five hundred years, why was he so unlucky?

The country has saints, and demons do not invade!

A martial saint was pressed in the capital of the country, and these demons and monsters did not dare to make trouble, so they could only hide carefully in the barren land.

Only when the country is not prosperous and there are no literary saints and martial saints in the imperial court, they dare to come out and make waves.

At that time, it was the death of the country, and there would be demons, and they could destroy the country and the country!

But now, a literary saint has actually come to the wilderness to find their trouble!

The words of the saint destroyed his powerful magic weapon and destroyed his great array, is this to drive them all out?

Doesn't it say that the poor don't chase after it? Doesn't it say that God has the virtue of a good life?

This Wen Sheng, do you have to destroy them?

"Amitabha! I don't know the name of the donor?"

At this moment, the Jingren monk let out a rumbling sound.

His face was full of prudence.

It's not that he hasn't seen a martial saint, and he has also heard of Wen Sheng, but he has never seen such a young Wen Sheng!

From his point of view, this Wen Sheng is only a dozen years old!

That's the scariest thing that feels the most.

What is the point of genius to have such terrifying strength?

I don't know what the origin of this young man is, and does he have a chance to turn hostility into friendship?

The countless thoughts of the Jingren monk were surging, and the momentum of the whole body was also agitated.

Where ordinary people can't see, the spirit like a rainbow runs across and goes straight to the sky.

This straight, Changhong-like essence traverses between heaven and earth, as if it wants to hold up heaven and earth, and fight against the people of Lu Dao.

This is the atmosphere of a sage, all evils do not invade, and the hundred demons dare not get closer, only the great Confucian, who has seen it once in five hundred years, or the sage in the martial arts, can have it.

And when this momentum appeared in the heaven and earth, the group of witch ghost dao felt a little more comfortable.

After all, this forbearance monk is an alliance with them, and the momentum he exudes is also to resist the momentum of the person in front of him.

"Monk Jingren, I am the champion of the Great Qian!"

Lu Daoren's eyes narrowed slightly, and he didn't know what to think.

After a while, he continued to speak: "Monk Jingren, now that the extermination of the Witch and Ghost Dao sect is a foregone conclusion, why should you be stubborn? Hand over the Qiankun cloth bag, follow me back to Daqian, with your martial saint body, I guarantee that you and your disciples are all fine, and even I can ask the emperor to give you an edict, give you a temple, as long as you devote yourself to reciting Buddha in the future, and do not try to restore the Great Chan Temple, you can be safe and sound, and you can also become a generation of high monks, preaching the essence of Buddhism, you continue to resist like this, there is no result." ”

Lu Daoren's voice is very clear, the words are like beads, mellow like jade.

But there is a silent feeling in it, as if people who listen to his words will feel that they should do what he says.

If you don't do it, it's a big mistake!

"Are you from the Great Qian Imperial Court?"

The Jingren monk originally had a somewhat curious look, hoping to turn the war into a jade silk, but as soon as the word "Da Qian" appeared, his face suddenly became cold, like the thousand-year-old ice in the north, and the words he said were even more full of hatred.

"I have been reluctantly escaping since the collapse of the Great Zen Temple, hiding in the wilderness for more than ten years, but I didn't expect to be chased by you lackeys, I will not destroy the great cadres in this life, and I will not rest! Don't you hear that you would rather be a broken jade than a complete tile? Today, even if you are a Wensheng and want to kill me, you have to save half your life! What's more, if you kill such a young champion Hou as you, presumably Yang Pan will be sad!"

"Jing Ren, are you kind enough to take you in when you are a witch and ghost Dao? The Witch and Ghost Dao is nothing more than borrowing your Qiankun cloth bag, trying to do great things, you and them are plotting with the tiger, I don't think it's worth it, this group of witches and ghosts, you have also seen it, killing living beings, sacrificing evil laws, not human beings, it is completely an evil demon who has lost his surname, Dachan Temple is also an upright Buddhist temple, you are a great monk, and this group of demons are in company, you have completely lost your compassion, and you have a harmonious face and a surname, and enter the peak of martial arts, the realm of human immortals?"

Lu Daoren's voice came out eloquently, always unhurried, but naturally there was an oppressive force that broke the opponent's fighting spirit.

?“ Hahahaha! If it is full of nonsense, how can it shake my true heart? My Great Zen Temple is so merciful that when your army came to the door, it refused to kill me. You and I have both cultivated to martial saints, and our spirits are unshakable, do you want to use such words to shake my mind? and thus defeat me? Young man, don't engage in a battle of words, use your martial arts and your way to kill me with dignity! Don't let me despise you!"

The Jingren monk laughed again, and suddenly pushed out with a palm, and his whole body was like a giant dragon and elephant.

"Then let's die, and I'll send you on your way. ”

Lu Daoren looked at the magic seal displayed by the monk Jingren, he was not in a hurry, he stretched out his hand and made a move, and the Panhuang Living Spirit Sword existed in his hand.

Immediately, he swung his sword.

A sword aura ten miles long and ten miles wide instantly enveloped the place where the Jingren monk was.

"It's ......"

The monk only had time to say three words, and he was already dead.

His body was destroyed by the sword qi of the Panhuang Soul Sword.

The Martial Saint is very powerful, he is a saint of a country, but he is still too fragile to the artifact of the Ancient Holy Emperor, the Panhuang Soul Sword.

When the Panhuang Soul Sword was at full strength, he had killed the Yang God, killed the Demon God, and destroyed the Divine Dragon!

The Immortal Martial Saint Creator who died under its hands, I don't know how many.

One more Martial Saint is not a big deal!

The monk Jingren died like this.

Completely dead, without any expectation.

He also thought about dying with the Lu Dao people and destroying the champion of the Daqian Dynasty, which did not exist!

As for the Sect Master of the Witch Ghost Dao and a few elders, they were already dead in ashes.

They were originally demons and demons, and the Panhuang Soul Sword was more restrained against them.

How can there be immortality?

Lu Daoren stretched out his hand and grabbed the only thing that existed there in his hand.

A large pocket.

Qiankun cloth bag!