Battling Records of the Chosen One

Chapter 953

The Black Lotus filled with dreamlike mist, floating and sinking on the silent boundary river. A group of monks in black looked solemn, with a unique indifference and silence between their eyebrows.

The scene is very strange, which makes people cold at the sight.

"Ho!"

When he arrived at the huge river vortex, a monk in black came out with an obscure Buddhist sound in his mouth.

Boom!

A black bowl soared into the air, spilling hundreds of millions of dark gods, and evolved into one Buddha's virtual shadow after another, sitting on all sides of the void.

Vaguely, there are strands of ancient Sanskrit sound.

Suddenly, the whirlpool of the river, which was rotating slowly, seemed to be imprisoned and stood still.

"The 'alaiye bowl' of dizang temple! It's really them..." Miss le was stunned. Her jade face was uncertain. It's conceivable that her inner mood was doomed to be restless.

A moment later, the mysterious monks in black disappeared and entered the vortex of the river.

"Who are they?" Lintian couldn't help asking.

At this time, he had removed the lion dragon spirit, and all the figures and treasure ships appeared.

"They are not simple. Every time they appear, they must be accompanied by killing and blood."

Miss Le took a deep breath and said a secret of sealing the world.

……

Wushengjie, a Buddhist Pure Land very famous in ancient times, is home to a different Buddhist force called dizang temple.

Dizang temple is different from the Buddhist forces in the world. It is extremely mysterious and ancient.

Monks from the Tibetan temple all wear black monk clothes, turn black prayer beads, hold black jade ultimatum, sit on Black Lotus futon, and understand the Dharma of Tibetan!

In ancient times, a powerful person at the Bodhisattva level in the dizang Temple once issued the supreme ambition of "I don't go to hell, who goes to hell", which shocked nine days and ten earth at one stroke and shocked all saints in the world.

At that time, the Buddhist monk who was born in the dizang temple was also known as the "doer".

Because whenever there is a great disaster and turbulence in this world, their figure will appear in the world!

Naturally, there is a consensus in the world, that is, whenever the heirs of dizang Temple appear, it must mean that great disasters and turmoil are about to sweep the world.

When Miss Dangle said this, she couldn't help sighing: "in short, the dizang temple is very mysterious. Since the ancient wasteland was broken and turned into four realms, its descendants have never appeared in the world again. Many people suspect that they have long been annihilated in the long river of history."

"I never thought that after a long time, when the world is coming, the heirs of dizang Temple appear again..."

"Doesn't this mean that when this unprecedented world comes, it will also be accompanied by unprecedented disasters and turbulence?" Luojia was surprised.

"Exactly."

Miss Le nodded. This was a predictable thing. To her surprise, the mysterious Buddhist force of dizang temple still exists!

This is a big news. If it is known by those ancient orthodoxy in the world, it is doomed to be unable to sit still!

The reason is very simple. The heirs of dizang Temple take "du'e" as their own responsibility. Anyone who is regarded as an evil and heretical role by them will be "exceeded" by them!

They don't care who you are or who you are the descendant of an ancient force. As long as you are watched by them, you'll be "transcended".

The most terrible thing is that the inside information of dizang temple is still extremely terrible. They are not afraid of any forces in the world. Even if they die in war, they will go one after another to "Transcend" and be regarded as "heresy".

In ancient times, I don't know how many children of great forces were watched by heirs of dizang temple.

Even some terrorist beings who set foot in the realm of saints have been transcended by the Tibetan Bodhisattva. We can imagine how abnormal this force is.

"No life, no fear, no self, no fear. What the earth Tibet does, it's his duty to spend adversity. If he doesn't go to hell, who will go to hell?" The happy girl murmured.

Lintian's slow reaction also realized that Miss Le seemed to be extremely afraid of the local Tibetan temple.

"How do I feel that the dizang temple is very evil? If you say so, they are clearly a group of paranoia who carry out transcendence under the guise of 'Du'er'." Lintian joked.

"Don't joke like this. If they stare at you, you Lin demon God will be chased by them." Yue girl said seriously.

Lintian ran: "if they are so unreasonable, I will go to hell first."

Miss Yue couldn't help laughing. She appreciated Lintian's courage.

"So, the dark blood black phoenix sealed here was killed by a Buddhist saint in the dizang temple?" Luojia's heart tightened.

"It must be so."

When Miss Le said this, her face changed slightly and said, "we have to act quickly. Those heirs of dizang Temple must have the same purpose as us!"

Buzz!

As soon as the voice fell, the nearby Luojia took action.

She offered a sword, bright and dazzling, which magnified the radiance of the sun. The body of the sword was three feet, but it gave people an immeasurable power of connecting nine days at the top and the nether world at the bottom.

An indescribable breath of freshness and holiness spread and opened, making this void moan, as if bowing to be a minister.

Magic breaking sky sword!

Master Luojia's sword is the sword of Ling Jiankong, the saint of Maira sword. It is a sword of the holy way with earth shaking power!

Shua!

An invisible smell of the holy way diffused from the sword body, which imprisoned the huge river vortex in an instant.

"Go!"

Lorga took the lead.

Lintian, Miss Yue and shun Baixuan, who was silent from beginning to end, followed closely.

As for Kou Xing, they all stayed and hid in the dark. Their strength is relatively not enough. Entering them will be life-threatening.

……

WOW~

Entering the vortex is like falling in the clouds. The fields are vast, and you can't see anything clearly. Your ears are full of empty concussion sounds.

Lintian didn't know how long later, there was a bright light in front of him, and he realized that he was about to reach the ruins that sealed the ghost of the dark blood black phoenix.

Just when he was ready to act, the change suddenly rose——

A demon subduing pestle smashed into the air, setting off a cold and frightening black light all over the sky. It was strong and heavy, making a harsh sound.

It was a monk in black, with a unique indifference on his iron face, like the fearless arhat in the legend.

"Die!"

Something unexpected happened. Before Lintian started to fight, someone took the lead and killed him with a golden spear.

It's Shun Baixuan!

With a bang, the monk in black who sneaked in was severely shaken back, and the demon subduing pestle in his hand buzzed and almost flew away.

Shun Baixuan was powerful and unforgiving. He was covered with golden, surging and terrible divine light. He was splashed with a battle spear. He had the posture of sweeping the world. His power was extremely frightening.

Boom!

In a flash, the monk in black coughed up blood, made a dull hum, and his body hit the ground hard.

At this time, Lintian and his disciples finally saw that the bottom of the river vortex was a ruined and deserted relic world, like an abandoned secret place.

The world here is gloomy, and the air is filled with a blood killing spirit that has not been eliminated for thousands of years, which makes people tremble.

"How can you be so shameless if you are bald and don't learn well, but learn from others' sneak attack!" In the void, Shun Baixuan is like the God of war, overflowing with golden divine brilliance.

At the moment, he was really ferocious in a mess. He was worthy of being regarded as a wizard of the devil of the world. He carried a golden spear and turned into thousands of spears. He hit the monk in black and couldn't lift his head. He was constantly hit and coughed up blood.

Lintian was stunned and looked different.

After being severely beaten and ravaged by a girl like a God at the summer solstice, Shun Baixuan has been very depressed all the way. He didn't say a word and looked depressed.

Who ever thought that at this time, he broke out, just like venting his long suppressed emotions, and venting his grievances, shame and resentment to his opponents.

"Die!"

Shun Baixuan roared wildly. With a puff of a golden spear, he directly pierced the monk's chest in black, lifted each other's bodies in the air, and sprinkled blood.

The blood was spilling, but it could not quench the anger erupted in Shun Baixuan's heart. He had been repressed for too long and was about to hold back his internal injury.

At this time, the girl who brought great psychological trauma to him was not there at the summer solstice, which finally made him dare to vent wantonly.

It's impossible to die. The monk in black in dizang Temple bumped into his hand and was doomed to tragedy.

However, Lintian would not blame Shun Baixuan for his indiscriminate killing. The black monk hid in the dark and suddenly rushed out to attack them. From beginning to end, he didn't even say a word. This hostility was too obvious.

Whoosh!

The sound of breaking the air sounded in the distance, and two more monks in black came.

They looked indifferent and indifferent, as if they had no emotional fluctuations. Even if they saw their companions killed, they didn't have any emotion.

Qiang!

Zheng!

As soon as they appeared, they didn't say a word. One offered a bloody Zen stick, and the other waved a black Dharma stick and rushed to them.

Kill.

grim.

No muddling!

This is not like those Buddha practices with compassion in the world. They are decisive, resolute and frightening.

Shun Bai xuanzheng was worried that his anger had not been vented. Seeing this, he shouted loudly and rushed to kill him with a war spear in his hand.

For a time, the world was in chaos, the void roared, and the spirit of expedition soared into the sky.

But soon, the battle ended. Shun Baixuan showed a unique style far beyond his peers. He was extremely overbearing and arrogant. He forcibly smashed the inner organs of the two monks in black with a war spear and died on the spot.

That picture was so bloody that Lintian couldn't help feeling that Shun Baixuan was really a pervert who was not weaker than Yu Lingkong. At that time, if it was not the summer solstice, it would take some effort to take him.

"Bah, a bunch of rubbish! No one can fight!" Shun Baixuan seemed very dissatisfied and looked angry.

"Keep your strength first. When you fight later, go quickly." Luojia was a little anxious and worried that he would be preempted by those heirs of the dizang temple.

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PS: before 10:00 p.m. on the fourth watch!