Rebirth of the Urban Madman

In the ancient temple, people were dancing.

Two great Buddha masters of the immortal veins were walking in front.

"Wukong, you haven't let it go yet. The past is like the wind, and it is the past after all!"

The head of Xianchan Temple spoke slowly, his eyes were leisurely.

Wukong frowned, never spoke, and there was a struggle in his eyes.

"Don't blame me, my friend. The reason why Wukong is hostile to you is just because of the past." The head of Xianchan Temple sighed.

"If you implicate the little donor because of this, how is it different from the demon who implicated all living beings in anger?" The head of Xianchan Temple paused, turned and looked at Wukong.

"Adoptive father!" Xiao Wu's eyes moved slightly, and she called softly.

She seemed to be able to feel the grief, anger, struggle, and endless murderous spirit in Wukong's heart.

"He won't hurt me..."

"Enough!" Wukong suddenly spoke, he looked at Xiao Wu, "You know a person's face but not his heart, a person with a Buddha face and a beast heart, how can you tell, even if it is your adoptive father..."

He looked at Qin Xuan, and the remaining sound stopped.

"Forget it!"

Wukong slowly closed his eyes, "The temple master is right. Why should I involve you in the past? Since Liaochen insists, I might as well say it here."

He held a string of Buddhist beads in his hand and said slowly: "I was once a general of a great kingdom of gods. I fought all over the world and committed countless crimes, but God blessed me and gave me a daughter named Huizhu."

"Since then, I have put down my butcher knife and practiced enlightenment with peace of mind."

"Huizhu is very similar to Liaochen, both gentle and beautiful, but unfortunately... Huizhu is obsessed and knows a beast."

"Once upon a time, Huizhu also said the same thing to you."

Wukong slightly opened his eyes, but his pupils had turned red, as if blood and tears gathered and did not disperse.

"He won't hurt me... But that evil creature actually cut Huizhu into pieces, slashed off all her flesh and blood, and used Huizhu's dry bones as a demon puppet, and her soul as a crazy ghost, and refined it into a magic weapon."

"Until now, my daughter Huizhu has also suffered endless pain."

Wukong's voice was hoarse, as if he was trembling, "Liaochen, you look a lot like Huizhu, but I also know that you are not her. I adopted you as my adopted daughter for other purposes. One is that you look like her to deceive myself, and the other is that you can attract that demon disciple and I can avenge my blood feud!"

His voice seemed to contain endless grief and anger.

The head of Xianchan Temple also sighed, "Twenty-seven thousand years ago, I met him and saved him, otherwise he would have become a demon!"

He knew Wukong's past, and naturally knew why Wukong's face changed suddenly when he saw Qin Xuan.

Xiao Wu and Huizhu are too similar, that is Wukong's inner demon.

He vaguely transformed Qin Xuan and the demon disciple into the same shadow, which was difficult to restrain.

"No matter who you are, if you dare to hurt Chen, I will crush you to pieces!"

Wukong spoke each word as if he was swearing.

Qin Xuan ignored his threat and said lightly: "Xie Xue Gu Gu, you are talking about Si Huangquan, the seventh-ranked Tianjiao on the Immortal List, who is sealed as the Bone Demon!?"

Wukong's body was covered with a layer of blood, "It's that beast!"

"Twenty-seven thousand years, you should have reached the Return to Void Realm, right?"

"Half a step to the Dao!" The head of the Xianchan Temple said slowly.

That Si Huangquan, twenty-seven thousand years ago, should have only become a god.

Qin Xuan's eyes were indifferent, but he never spoke.

Although he did not feel pity for Wukong, he would not stab you in the wound.

"This time, you used Xiao Wu as bait to lure Si Huangquan into this Buddhist event?" Qin Xuan's eyes flashed with a trace of coldness, and there was even a faint murderous intent.

This hint of killing intent was very obscure, but it shocked Xiao Wu's face.

"Yes!" Wukong said.

"Then, you deserve to die!"

The next moment, Qin Xuan's eyes were filled with killing intent, and a third-grade treasure long sword suddenly fell into his hand.

A mere Mahayana upper-grade dared to use Xiao Wu as bait.

"You dare to use her as bait, a mere ant, if she is hurt in the slightest, I will slaughter your Xianchan Buddhist Temple!"

Before the sound fell, and before Wukong could react, Qin Xuan turned around abruptly.

"Master of Xianchan Temple, if you want to test me, why do you have to be so sneaky!"

A light golden palm, with Buddha patterns on it, was already approaching behind Qin Xuan.

Boom!

A sword beam slashed out, and at this moment, Qin Xuan's white clothes were like snow, and his angry hair was flying.

This sword almost split the ancient temple into two, and a sword beam swept across the three thousand pure land golden clouds.

I don't know how many Buddhist supremes were shocked.

"Not good!"

In the ancient temple, the sword marks slowly disappeared. The Pure Land Buddha took action, and the ancient temple that was divided into two parts slowly returned to one.

Qin Xuan's eyes were cold, and a trace of murderous aura lingered in his eyes.

The Buddhist text in the palm of the Xianchan Temple Master broke, and he took a deep breath, "Are you really the white-robed demon master!?"

He didn't hold back on this palm, even Wukong couldn't block it, but was blocked by Qin Xuan's sword.

"Xianchan Buddhist Temple, bald donkey, you are"Looking for death!"

Qin Xuan's eyes were cold. Wukong dared to use Xiao Wu as bait, almost touching his reverse scale.

The head of the Xianchan Temple actually took action to test his identity.

"Don't be angry, little donor, we are just testing!"

"Okay!" Qin Xuan's voice was as real as substance, and he spoke word by word.

"I will test you too! Kill Wukong, the bald donkey again!"

After the sound fell, Qin Xuan's mind, the stars, and the imperial domain turned into a sword.

One sword, ask Changqing!

"Xianchan!"

"No problem! "

The skinny temple master was as still as a mountain at this moment. He slowly dropped his palm again.

In his palm, there seemed to be an endless universe and three thousand worlds.

First-class magical power, three thousand Sumeru hands!

The Pure Land Buddha did not stand still. He suddenly flicked his sleeves and covered the ancient temple with the universe in his sleeves.

Outside the ancient temple, a golden robe sleeve completely covered the ancient temple.

Boom!

One palm, one sword, collided with each other.

Everything was almost shattered, and the ancient temple was annihilated at this moment.

The Pure Land Buddha's face changed slightly, and a sword mark appeared on the golden sleeve, tearing it apart.

He had to recite the Buddhist scriptures, the endless scriptures, like a ban, to block the remaining sword light.

Nearly a dozen of them were shattered, and the sword light slowly dissipated.

Inside the ban, the Pure Land Buddha couldn't help but take a breath Cool air.

The Xianchan Temple Master saw that one of his arm's cassocks was almost broken. That was a third-grade cassock.

The third-grade long sword in Qin Xuan's hand was annihilated into nothingness, unable to withstand the power of this sword.

A glaring bloodstain appeared on the palm of the Xianchan Temple Master.

Even the Xianchan Temple Master had a solemn look in his eyes.

That sword destroyed the three thousand worlds in his palm. If he hadn't used the Immortal Buddha Body of Buddhism, one arm would have been almost chopped into nothingness.

The strength of this demon lord is really terrifying!

Even the Xianchan Temple Master seemed to have fallen into hell, but he didn't feel relaxed because of this.

The demon lord's mana, essence, and divine consciousness seemed to be empty, but it gave him a feeling that the demon lord didn't use his full strength.

Wukong had already been dazed, and even the resentment in his heart had subsided.

"What!? "

He lost his voice and looked at Qin Xuan.

This person... is the demon master who injured the master of Xianchan Temple with one sword!?

A third-grade long sword appeared in Qin Xuan's hand again. He left seven of them on purpose, and now there are only six left.

He spoke coldly and turned to look at Wukong.

"Bald donkey, it's your turn!"