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Chapter 641 Someone asked me to bring you a sentence! (seeking subscription)
Outside a mountain shrouded in Buddha's light hundreds of millions of miles away.

Yang San wiped the cold sweat off his forehead, and finally found it.

It seems that it would be better to have someone lead the way next time, just a vague location, the error is still quite large.

It didn't take Yang San much time to rush, but it took Yang San almost an hour to find the mountain.

"It's just...why are there two people on this mountain? Master Tongtian didn't remember wrongly, did he? Or did someone just come to visit?"

Yang San could clearly feel that there were two similar auras on this mountain.

Slightly weaker than the Master Tongtian, but obviously they are all saints.

"It doesn't matter. It's hard to find the right master. It's fine if the other one doesn't make a move. Otherwise, let's go to the underworld together."

At the same time, Yang San was also powerless to complain about receiving and guiding Taoists.

The sound of the Buddha on this mountain is faint, and the light of the Buddha is overflowing. I am afraid that others will not know that there is a holy Buddha here.

It's not like the leader of Tongtian, who is wearing a blue shirt and a sword. If Yang San's strength is not far superior to him, he really can't see that he is a saint.

Yang San swipe down casually.

Immediately, a shocking sword qi slashed towards Foshan.

"Om!"

A Buddhist voice suddenly came from the top of the mountain.

The overflowing Buddha's light immediately condensed into a big Buddha, with palms folded, eyes closed, and chanting.

"Om!"

Yang San's sword qi hit the Buddha's folded palms just right.

When the Buddha's light flourished, Yang San's sword energy suddenly collapsed inch by inch.

However, the Buddha also turned into strands of fragments and drifted away.

The two saints in Foshan raised their heads at the same time, looking at Yang San outside the mountain.

"Brother, who is this person? His face is tight."

One of them asked suspiciously, he was the one who uttered the Buddhist voice just now.

Although it was done hastily, it was still a means of a saint, and even a semi-saint couldn't break it.

Now he just took Yang San's random sword and it was useless, how could he not be surprised.

"Junior brother, this person should not be underestimated, let's meet the enemy together."

The other person had a dignified face, his eyes gleamed, and he didn't know what he was thinking.

The two are the two great saints of Buddhism: Jieying and Zhunti.

Since the conferment of gods, the two "passed" many disciples from the Jiejiao sect.

So he has been closed on this Foshan and can't get out.

For one thing, Hongjun did not allow saints to be born.

Secondly, they are also planning a journey to the west.

Therefore, even though they had heard about Yang San's title of "Sword Master", they didn't take it seriously.

In their thinking, this is the direction of heaven, and how can a "sword master" who is not a saint can control it.

At least Yang San disrupted the Journey to the West before, and it didn't actually have any impact on the result, so they thought Yang San was just trying to grab merit.

Therefore, they didn't know that outside the mountain was the "Sword Master" Yang San who was not in their eyes.

A trace of worry flashed in Jieyin's heart.

There is obviously a saint outside the mountain, but when is there another saint in this world?
Know that there are two ways of sanctification.

One of the most direct and most difficult is to prove the way with force.

The second way is to obtain the primordial purple energy, behead the three corpses and become holy.

In fact, strictly speaking, there are three other types.

Merit and sanctification.

But the premise is to get the primordial purple energy, and after being sanctified, the three corpses must be cut out.

So it can also be attributed to the second type.

Through the ages.

The first kind can only be done by one person, and his name is Pangu.

The second type has two people, namely Hong Jun and Yang Mei.

They, Sanqing and Nuwa belong to the third category.

It is also the weakest saint.

If the saint outside the mountain is one of the latter two, it's okay, no matter how strong they are, they will be able to fight together if they work together.

I'm afraid it's the first one.

The legend of Pangu is now very popular.

Just when Yang San got a little impatient waiting, and was about to strike a few times seriously.

Jieyin and Zhunti slowly flew out of Foshan.

Standing opposite Yang San, he looked at Yang San cautiously.

"This fellow daoist, I don't know where our senior brothers have offended fellow daoist? Why did fellow daoist want to destroy our dojo without saying a word?"

Jieyin asked carefully.

The more he came in front of Yang San, the more uncertain Jieyin felt.

The saint in front of him looked like a bottomless pit, with no depth at all.

He had only seen this feeling on one person.

That is their master!

Yang San smiled and looked at the two saints in front of him.

It seems that Hu is not Hu, and it seems that the way is not the past.

Still brothers.

He knew who it was, why didn't Tongtian say they were together?Fortunately, my own strength is good, if it is someone else, I don't know how I will live.

"Which of you is the guide? Who is the quasi-tire?"

The grievances and grievances were separated, and it was agreed that it was troublesome to come to pick him up, so Yang San didn't want to waste it.

Of course, the premise is to see whether the mention is eye-catching enough!
Zhunti rolled his eyes, clasped his hands together, and said with a smile: "Fellow Taoist, you are very polite. I see that fellow Taoist has a predestined relationship with my teaching. Are you interested in trying to be a Buddha?"

Yang San: "..."

God damn fate, this person is definitely right, it seems that [-]% of them are also impatient to live!
【Junior brother, be careful! 】

Seeing Yang San's face fell instantly, Jieyin hurriedly sent a voice transmission to stop Zhunti from playing tricks to death.

"Jieyin, someone asked me to bring you a sentence."

Yang San said with a cold face.

In an instant, Yang San was wearing the Haotian armor and holding the Haotian sword.

The sky and the earth suddenly changed color.

Yang San seems to be transformed into a black hole, and all light cannot escape Yang San's bondage.

"Time!"

Yang San struck down with a sword.

Immediately, a bright sword energy flew across Jieyin's body as if flying in the long river of history!
"what?"

Jieyin was at a loss, watching the sword energy passing by in a blink of an eye, Jieyin was full of doubts, but he couldn't ask again.

Didn't you just make excuses, why did you start doing it?I'm not ready yet!
"Brother!"

Only then did Zhunti react, and shouted in horror.

Jieyin turned his head to look at him, smiled unwillingly, turned into a little bit of starlight, and scattered away.

"Do you still remember the Holy Mother of the Turtle Spirit?"

Yang San retracted his sword and stood there, looking at the slowly dissipating Jieyin.

Zhun mention: "..."

Everyone was killed, what else do you say?is that useful?
Just when Zhunti was hesitating whether to make a move.

Suddenly, a dazzling purple air flew out from Jieyin's body, soaring into the sky, it was about to escape.

"Xiang, what do you think I'm still standing here for? Want to run?"

Yang San smiled and clapped his palms.

Immediately, he grasped the purple qi that was about to escape in his hand.

"Hongmeng Purple Qi!"

Zhunti screamed, looking at the Ziqi in Yang San's hand.

His eyes were shining brightly, his face was unpredictable, and it was obvious that there were many thoughts in his heart.

Yang San looked back at Zhunti faintly, and put away the purple qi in his hand.

He smiled and said, "What? Are you interested too?"

Zhunti suddenly felt as if she had fallen into an ice cellar, shaking her head shiveringly.

Yang San nodded with satisfaction and said with a smile: "Smart, otherwise I don't mind receiving another burst of primordial purple energy."

Zhunti couldn't help trembling.

Take another one?
Which one can be imagined.

As soon as he thought that his senior brother couldn't even take a move in the opponent's hands, Zhunti didn't dare to think about anything.

Although Yang San is suspected of a sneak attack, can a saint be killed by a sneak attack?

Seeing that Zhunti didn't try to die again, Yang San turned around and left.

"It's good to do it for yourself, you can come to me anytime you want revenge!"

(End of this chapter)