My Wife Is The Leader Of A Demonic Cult

Everyone present raised their heads and looked at the relic.

In Buddhism, only Bodhisattvas can condense into relics, and eminent monks who condense relics, as long as they practice Buddhist martial arts diligently, most of them can reach the realm of masters.

In other words, in order to suppress this evil spirit, a future Buddhist master was completely annihilated in the world.

Master, this is the real top of the rivers and lakes.

Compared with the active second-rank, the first-rank masters have not shown much in the rivers and lakes. Unless it is a major event, or the competition for the handed down secret treasure, it is usually difficult to see the first-rank masters.

And the grandmaster is an existence that sees the beginning but not the end of the dragon. There are legends about the master of the master spread everywhere in the rivers and lakes, but there are very few masters of the master who actually appear.

Most of the master masters devote themselves to cultivation and want to go further and reach the realm of the invincible great master in the world.

In the realm of the great master, an increase of 300 Shouyuan is undoubtedly a fatal temptation for the masters of the master realm. In order to seek this way, it is almost difficult to see master masters.

"Senior brother..."

Fa Wu reached out and took the relic, his voice trembling.

That brother Fazhi, who was also his teacher and father, passed away, and this is the last existence he left behind.

"A thought of transcendence, crossing people and crossing themselves."

If Fa Wu realized something, he then looked at the relic in his hand and said, "Senior Brother, Junior Brother understands."

"This Dharma Wisdom can be regarded as a real eminent monk."

Looking at the shining relic, An Jing secretly thought.

With such a huge amount of yin and evil gushing out, not to mention Yuzhou City, then Sanmiao Mountain and the surrounding villages will definitely be affected, and it is still known whether there are other hazards in the future.

"Buddhism has lost a Bodhisattva."

Liu Qingshan looked at the faint path of Pilu Hall.

"Bodhisattva..."

Guo Yuchun seems to have some emotions. Zen Buddhism emphasizes the two cultivations of Buddhism and martial arts, and the difficulty of Buddhism is even higher than that of martial arts.

During the chaos of the Nine Kingdoms, all the world's rivers and lakes were extremely hostile to Buddhism, and the level was still higher than that of today's demons. At that time, there were still some Buddhist fans in the Yue Kingdom, and most Buddhist temples were still built.

Until the Iron Cavalry of the State of Yan stepped into the territory of the State of Yue and entered the capital of the State of Yue, and the Lotus Temple, an ancient Buddhist temple, was next to the capital of the State of Yue.

The host of Lotus Temple is a Zen master, who has studied Buddhism all his life, purifies the world, but has a very superficial understanding of martial arts, and the same is true for other monks in the temple.

When the iron cavalry of the State of Yan entered, the monks of Lotus Temple still recited scriptures in the temple and did not go out.

But no one knew that the emperor of the Yue Kingdom hid his orphan girl in the temple, which was also the only bloodline of the Yue Kingdom.

The host of Lotus Temple didn't say a word, but just beat the wooden fish.

The Iron Cavalry of the State of Yan searched all over the capital of Yue State but could not find it, and then began to search for temples.

The events of that year are engraved on the history books of Dayan.

The statue of the Bodhisattva in Lotus Temple was destroyed and pushed to it. The host of the Lotus Temple and all the monks were silent in tears.

Until an iron cavalry of the State of Yan slashed at a novice with a knife.

The host of the Lotus Temple flew over, and the blood stained the cassock red.

On that day, all the monks in the temple violated the precept of killing, and Dayan's three thousand iron cavalry turned into dust.

This is King Kong's angry eyes!

Dai Ling's cold eyes looked at the faint golden light and did not speak.

"Ling'er, you retreat first, there will be a fierce battle later." Tian Cansuo said through a voice transmission.

The seal has been broken, and the evil spirit seems to be suppressed by Fazhi's body. Now is the time to collect that ray of heaven and earth spirit.

"The Great Elder..."

Dai Ling hesitated.

"Everyone here is a first-class expert, you are not their opponent." Tian Cansuo took a deep breath.

"I see." Dai Ling nodded and took a few steps back.

On the huge rivers and lakes, her cultivation can be regarded as a famous party, but now in front of the Pilu Hall, she is not the enemy of everyone present, except for Guo Yuchun.

The monks present were still sitting cross-legged on the ground, reciting Buddhist scriptures, as if to save the monk Fazhi.

"Whoosh!" "Whoosh!"

At this moment, two black shadows came from a distance and charged towards the Vairu Temple.

These two are not others, it is Liyue and the old woman.

"Huh!? There are thieves!"

Everyone present raised their eyebrows.

"Cough cough..."

Liu Qingshan took the lead, his internal force gathered on the palm of his hand, and he slapped it forward.

"Boom!"

I saw the huge palm print pushed away horizontally, and there was a violent roar in the air.

"Whoa!" "Whoa!"

The old woman took a step, turned her wrist, and several flying needles emerged from her fingertips.

The needle is strong and soft, specially restraining this fierce and domineering palm print.

Several flying needles passed through, and Liu Qingshan's palm print disappeared in an instant. Several flying needles also plunged into the slate. Under the moonlight, a faint light could still be seen.

The old woman and Liyue stood on the Hall of Pilu, looking down at the people below.

"A flying needle will pass by, and the world will remain peaceful."

Tian Cansuo frowned and looked at the old woman above, "The pavilion master of the Wind and Rain Pavilion?"

Among the five gangs, Fengyulou is undoubtedly the most mysterious existence. So far, no one knows where the main altar of Fengyulou is. They only know that they use extremely secret means to contact the killers under their command. These killers have joined Fengyulou halfway, and there are also Fengyulou. Building is cultivated.

There are two pavilions of the sun and the moon in the Wind and Rain Tower, and all of his subordinates are killers of the name of heaven. Ling Yuhua, the owner of the pavilion of the moon pavilion, is known as Meng Po of the Sun in the Jianghu. It is rumored that she is young and beautiful, and there are not many young heroes in the Jianghu who have bowed down under her pomegranate skirt. , but her mind is vicious, but in the rivers and lakes, she does not know why she has never married with such a face.

After that, she joined the notorious Fengyulou and became the top killer of Fengyulou. The flying needle in her hand kills every needle~www.wuxiaspot.com~ makes people terrified and shuddered. , the number of failures is very small.

Although An Jing had never met Ling Yuhua, he had heard of her name. Yangjian Meng Po's reputation was not just vain, this person was definitely not weaker than Tian Cansuo, but what surprised him was the head next to Ling Yuhua. The woman wearing a black gauze seemed to be familiar, as if she had seen it somewhere.

"I didn't expect you to join in the fun too."

Liu Qingshan said with an expressionless face.

The appearance of the Wind and Rain Tower surprised him a little.

Ling Yuhua stood on top of the eaves, with the moon disk behind it, which was somewhat hazy and mysterious, "Brother Liu wants the spiritual energy of this world, it's a coincidence, and the old man also wants it."

Liu Qingshan said lightly: "Then it depends on your ability."

"The old man has a lot of skills, especially the ability to kill, which is the best in the world." Ling Yuhua said.

If others say this, they will definitely be ridiculed, but this is the pavilion master of the Wind and Rain Pavilion. How many people in the world dare to laugh when she says this?

Tian Cansou frowned. There are more and more masters appearing today, which shows that it is becoming more and more difficult to compete for this ray of spiritual energy.

How many masters are still coming! ?

"In the past, love letters were sent to mountain ghosts, and thoughts were sent to the west wind."

At this moment, a lazy voice came from the front of Pilu Hall.

"Um!?"

When An Jing heard this voice, it was like a dream. This voice sounded too familiar! ? Familiar is unbelievable.

"It's a pity that the mountain ghost is illiterate, and the west wind blows east."

I saw a middle-aged scholar laughing and walking up the steps, "Yuhua, stay safe."