Guarding the Sutra Pavilion for a hundred years, investing in the destiny villain

"Amitabha!"

The Buddha Saint of Ruochan Temple calmly looked at the situation in the field, and he also had a clear understanding in his heart. Even if he had heard about the pattern of the Eastern Region for a long time, it would be better to see it with his own eyes. Although this Chu Saint had an outstanding talent in cultivation, he could not compare with several others. His relationship with the saint was average, so he muttered: "Since Saint Chu is here, let's go in together!"

Saint of Nantian Temple.

Saints of the Holy Fire Cult.

Although the two of them looked ugly.

But it didn't stop it.

Who knows what is going on inside, having a powerful practitioner is not necessarily a bad thing. Furthermore, just because they are afraid of Chu Xun does not mean that they do not have the ability to check and balance. If they are forced to summon the Taoist soldiers left behind by the Great Sage, they can still kill the opponent.

"Boom!"

The Buddha and the sage took the lead.

Go inside first.

Saint of Shenxing Sect.

An old woman with a cane.

These people are close behind.

Even the old man holding the heavenly disk knew that there was great terror and danger inside, and he struggled. The hexagrams showed that it was extremely dangerous, but there was also the possibility of turning the disaster into good luck. It was also a fate that defied the will of heaven, and it was a crisis and opportunity that coexisted. Can it be done? It all depends on your ability to catch him. He gritted his teeth when he saw several saints getting in.

"call out!"

Since then, all the existing saints in the Eastern Region have entered. Even the old farmers have arrived late and rushed to the gap at the end to get inside.

"Buzz!"

With entry.

A whirlwind.

It's like crossing a small world.

When their consciousness regained consciousness, they came to a red and desolate land that stretched for thousands of miles. The sky was dark and red. The land was left with the mess after the war. There were ancient chariots missing wheels, and there were also marks from knife tips and gunshots on them. In the distance There are also broken flags planted on a mountain, and white bones and broken swords can be seen everywhere.

"This……?"

The face of the silver-haired young man in Nantian Temple was slightly pale, and his eyes were full of horror. This was different from what they saw in the outside world. It was hazy and holy, with flying cranes, eternal palaces, and the big tree covering the sky. The fruits of the supreme path are hanging down, and there are even immortals sitting cross-legged under the ancient trees to lecture on sutras and expound the supreme secrets. It is completely a blessed place.

And what is this?

Thousands of miles in the red land.

The sky was overcast.

There are bones everywhere under your feet.

There was a terrible murderous atmosphere all around.

Ghosts cry and wolves howl in silence.

Not only him.

Saint of the Goddess Sect.

Saint of Shenxing Sect.

Old farmer.

Their eyes were fixed there, their expressions were a little frozen, and their regrets had spread out. If they had known that this area was such a hellish place, they would not have come down even if they were beaten to death. Even if there were good things, they would still enjoy it with their lives, and turned back silently. , only to see that the way back has been cut off, and the light beam that sent them here has disappeared.

"It's over!" The old man from the Tianji Sect looked a little pale, and the divination showed great danger, but he still couldn't hold himself back and was about to make a move. As a result, he encountered this scene and his life or death was unpredictable.

"Ok?"

Several saints from the outside also looked solemn. The previous enthusiasm and joy on their faces had disappeared, replaced by solemnity. The emotions that had just been alienated from morality also subsided. The saint from the Nantian Temple said softly: "It seems that we have not arrived here. When it starts, it will still be accompanied by great dangers. Before we achieve results, we still hope to help each other!"

The Buddhist saints of the Ruo Zen Temple and the saints of the Holy Fire Cult nodded lightly. The scene in front of them was really not optimistic. They felt that they had fallen into an ancient ruins. In the ancient battlefield, a little carelessness would cause unpredictable things.

"Where is the broken holy weapon!" The silver-haired young man from Nantian Temple fell on a broken long sword not far away, and he was a little ready to move. Even if the holy weapon is broken, it can be used with a little repair, and it can be sold for a lot of money. of extra money.

"Don't move!" The Saint of Nantian Temple said coldly.

"Ok!"

The silver-haired young man nodded lightly. He knew the most basic things when he came to this strange place. However, his eyes still seemed to wake up the sleeping weapon spirit. In an instant, the broken Changge erupted with blazing murderous thoughts, just like back then. The old scene reappears, and a supremely majestic figure continues to fight all the way until the enemy is defeated.

And this Changge only has a broken weapon spirit, and only the thought of killing.

Feel the eyes of others.

"call out!"

Cut straight to it.

Cut it off in one go.

Release the scarlet crescent moon.

"Humph!"

The Saint of Nantian Temple snorted coldly. Even a small remnant of soldiers dared to act recklessly. But when he was about to take action, he suddenly felt that the entire ancient battlefield seemed to be aroused. A terrifying murderous aura gathered from all directions, and the dark sky seemed to be condensed. A terrifying killing array, the trembling from the soul, made him freeze on the spot.

Just this hesitation.

The silver-haired young man on the left was beheaded directly.

"puff!"

A spurt of blood.

Drops of bright red.

The silver-haired young man standing on the right had his eyes fixed, staring blankly there. In the next breath, his heart was filled with strong murderous intent and panic, and he roared: "Brother!"

The two of them were twins with equally outstanding talents and were canonized as the Holy Son of Nantian Temple together. He and his younger brother had been inseparable these years. Who would have thought that this time when they went out, they would be brutally killed just because they took a look at the weapons of the mutilated soldiers.

"call out!"

The three-legged golden crow immediately covered the remaining aura of the silver-haired young man, preventing his anger and murderous intent and various emotions from being released, and the surrounding areas were also frozen.

Saint of Shenxing Sect.

An old woman with a cane.

Old farmer.

As well as the Buddha and others who came with them, their eyes were all fixed. As soon as they came in, a saint from the Nantian Temple died because he took one more look at the broken saint soldiers. Even the saint could not protect him, which made them slightly stunned. I'm so scared, what on earth is this place?

"boom!"

The saint of Nantian Temple wearing silver armor burst out with sharp beams of light, and there was anger roaring in his eyes. Just because he hesitated, one of the juniors he admired so much fell away. He stared at the ferocious Chang Ge, and his pupils were filled with murderous intent. , stretched out his fingers and forcibly imprisoned and suppressed.

"Do not impulse!"

The face of the Buddha in Ruochan Temple changed slightly.

Is it possible to be violent in this place?

"Oh!"

The saint of Nantian Temple could not care about so much. If he could not get rid of this murderous weapon, he would not go on this trip, but he would be forcibly imprisoned. The Changge would twist, break, break, and turn into pieces under the palm of his hand.鑑粉.

And this kind of behavior also brought disaster. The red earth began to tremble, and there were terrifying beams of light flowing above the sky. The murderous aura surged. Under the dim sky, huge red sword aura suddenly lit up. They were hanging in the sky. From the sky, thousands of swords hang down, but they have rules and regulations.

The old man of Tianji Sect looked around, his breathing became even more rapid, and he said in horror: "We are waiting...in the formation!"