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fog grass.

Fortunately, the poor monk didn't take over, otherwise he would be dead.

Chapter 439 As a monk, you can't leave troubles in the world

A disaster caused by an accident lasted for three days and three nights.

After all, the Yellow Wind Monster is the pinnacle of the Great Luo Jinxian.

Even if it is completely uncontrolled mana pouring out, it will take three days and three nights to consume it all.

But it doesn't matter if it's one day or three days.

For all the celestial beings and Buddhas who have been recruited, there is not much difference.

Anyway, dizzy.

Some fainted.

Naturally there is no dizziness.

Some react quickly, or are born with great power of the wind attribute.

He immediately found a way to block the bad wind and stench.

Then probe the divine sense to the source of the evil wind.

Huang Feng's face of "Dang Feng Ling Ling" shocked these prehistoric powers.

"Mist grass. There are such ugly monsters in this world? The poor Taoist master has seen it."

"The wind of this monster clan is just a general samadhi wind, but why is it so stinky?"

"There must be something strange. Which fellow daoist knows the origin of this monster clan?"

"Ah, I recognized my ancestor. This is the stingray under the seat of the saint in the Eastern Land Buddhism."

"Dongtu Buddhism? Damn it, it turns out that they destroyed the ice-clean, jade-clean and holy snow lotus of the poor."

In the sky above Huangfengling, hundreds of gods were talking about it.

一个个义愤内,部/书，群:9|8/0'2;0。5:85,6填胸，却又没有谁真的敢去灵山找麻烦。

Although the Eastern Land Buddhism was easily manipulated by Wu Shen.

Heavenly Court has been making excuses to deal with them.

But this is not to say that the Eastern Land Buddhism is really weak.

It's just that Wu Shen and Tianting are too strong.

If you open the door of Buddhism in the eastern land, there will be saints.

Those who will be discussing here at this time are all Sanxian and hermits.

Most of them are Da Luo Jinxian.

Very few are quasi-sages.

And there is not yet a three-corpse quasi-sage.

After all, the Immortal Way of Slaying a Corpse requires innate treasures to chop a corpse.

And not all innate treasures are suitable for beheading corpses.

However, [-]% of the prehistoric treasures are in Wu Shen's hands.

Therefore, thousands of corpses could not be beheaded because there were no suitable innate spirit treasures in the entire prehistoric world.

At the beginning, these great powers were also extremely dissatisfied with Wu Shen.

In the beginning, they often went to trouble the Wu clan.

After not being able to find the Wu Clan, they might even find trouble with the Human Clan.

But as time passed, there was not much dissatisfaction with Wu Shen.

Because those who are dissatisfied are often killed.

And as Wu Shen became stronger and stronger, this dissatisfaction became awe.

From awe to worship again.

So it became a matter of course that the holy patriarch possessed [-]% of the innate treasures.

A group of big Luo Jinxian and a few dead quasi-sages.

Even if you want to trouble the Dongtu Buddhism?

So these powerful people who "survived" from the bad wind and stench.

I can only complain a few words about Eastern Buddhism.

But no one dared to really go to Buddhism to ask for an explanation.

But the resentment in my heart has turned into karma and pressure on the Eastern Land Buddhism.

Amitabha Buddha in the Lingshan Heavenly Palace continued to use his trembling hands to count the secrets.

More calculations.

The hands trembled more and more.

to the back.

Simply trembling all over.

If the Dongtu Buddhism can't be before the sutra delivery team leaves the Dongtu range.

Earn some luck.

That Buddha is about to be unlucky.

Amitabha gritted his teeth.

"Maitreya, leave the rest to you, be sure to finish it."

"The deity allows you to use all the resources of Lingshan."

"No matter what method you use. You must get luck."

"Otherwise, the deity will never forgive me lightly."

Maitreya Buddha's feet were stunned at that moment.

fog grass.

Lord Buddha, you can't even handle things, is it really okay for you to leave it to the poor monk?

You might as well let the poor monk die now.

Amitabha seems to have directly seen through the thoughts of Maitreya Buddha's feet.

"Or, are you planning to go to reincarnation now?"

Maitreya Buddha's feet were shocked at that time.

It came out in a cold sweat.

"The disciple receives the decree."

"It will definitely be done."

"If not successful, the disciple will go directly to reincarnation."

After all, Maitreya bowed to Amitabha Buddha.

Leaving Lingshan with a sense of sadness and majesty.

……

the other side.

Huang Fengling.

The wind finally stopped.

Huang Feng's mana was exhausted, and the mana in his whole body was squeezed to the point that there was no drop of it.

He fell headfirst.

Fell to death.

After the magic power is completely exhausted, the physical body can no longer remain strong.

The whole flood.

Except for the Wu clan.

No family can completely run out of mana.

Still maintain physical defense.

Precisely.

Except for the Wu clan, the physical defenses of all the prehistoric clans are actually supported by mana.

A majestic demon clan at the peak of Da Luo Jinxian.

Just fell to death like this.

It is also fate.

Seeing that the yellow wind monster fell to his death, Monkey King made a trick.

A congenital samadhi real fire burned the yellow wind monster to death.

Completely eliminate the source of the odor.

Then he woke up Xuanzang who was already asleep.

Xuanzang glanced at the distraught Huang Fengling.

I always feel that the whole mountain seems to be still flowing with stench.

In fact.

This is true.

I don't know if there was a subtle reaction in the things that the Yellow Wind Monster sucked in before.

Or maybe Huang Fengling was the scene of the incident.

Even if Huang Fengling died.

The stench still lingers in the mountains.

Very smelly.

Although it is no longer possible to directly smoke and vomit people, even if the quasi-sage takes a sip.

Also dizzy.

"Wukong, we are monks, we can't leave troubles for sentient beings."

"You move this mountain."

Xuanzang sighed and shook his head.

"You can't leave troubles in the world."

Sun Wukong was stunned.

"Master, wherever this thing is moved, it will be a disaster."

"It's better to stay here, there are no living things here."

Xuanzang looked upright.

"No, as a teacher, I can't leave this disaster to the world."

"You can keep this mountain just like the Futu Mountain before, and just put it away?"

The magical power of moving mountains is not just about moving mountains.

Instead, it includes putting away the mountain.