Rebirth of the Urban Madman

The ancient temple had long disappeared.

The Pure Land Buddha flipped his palm, and the golden cloud roared, condensing into an ancient temple again.

Qin Xuan glanced at the two Buddhas coldly, and said lightly: "Before the grand event begins, the twelve-leaf golden fairy lotus will be sent to Yichan Temple."

Qin Xuan walked forward, and Xiao Wu saluted the two immortal vein Buddhas behind him, and then looked at Wukong.

"Adoptive father, first Lechen..."

"Lechen, are you still willing to call me your adoptive father?" Wukong's face was as pale as a tremor as he looked at Xiao Wu.

"Adoptive father, you can say it directly..." Xiao Wu smiled gently, and the Buddha's light reflected her delicate face, "Lechen, how can you refuse?"

She nodded gently to Wukong, and then followed Qin Xuan.

"Okay, you're not a child!"

"You don't plan to pay attention to me? Qin Xuan!"

"I'll kiss you for free, why are you so stingy..."

Xiao Wu's soft voice made Wukong's eyes red.

"Wukong, let it go!"

"There are few evil people in the world, not everyone is a demon." The head of Xianchan Temple sighed softly.

"If you feel guilty about Lechen, you still have a long life ahead of you, why delay and pay it back?"

"Yes, head of the temple!" Wukong looked up to the sky, clasped his hands together, "Amitabha!"

...

Outside the ancient temple, in the eyes of many immortal vein supremes, Qin Xuan and Xiao Wu were one in front and one behind.

"Qin Xuan!" Xiao Wu smiled bitterly, looking at the white clothes.

Qin Xuan's footsteps finally paused slightly, "I'm not angry!"

Xiao Wu was slightly startled, his eyes lowered.

Qin Xuan turned around and patted Xiao Wu's head gently, "This is just one example, don't do it next time!"

His voice was gentle, and his eyes were calm as he turned around.

The vast starry sky, the cause and effect are complicated, and if you are in it, how can you not be tainted by it.

The catastrophe is inevitable, and the rest, it is enough for Qin Changqing to break it alone.

Si Huangquan!

You almost died three times in your previous life. In this life, I want to see if you can survive under my sword.

Xiao Wu looked up and looked at Qin Xuan, with the corners of her mouth slightly raised.

She pursed her lips, as if she was laughing secretly, like a child stealing candy and feeling complacent.

Immediately, she caught up with Qin Xuan and stood beside him.

Everything seemed to have never happened.

Only the many immortal vein supremes were at a loss, until the two great Buddhas walked out and slowly dispersed.

Three thousand golden clouds, Qin Xuan and Xiao Wu were rampant.

At this moment, Qin Xuan's eyes moved slightly, and a sound transmission jade slip appeared in his hand.

"Qingdi, Yichan Temple is in trouble!"

"Trouble!?"

The sound fell into Xiao Wu's ears, causing Xiao Wu's expression to change slightly.

This was Yunyu's voice transmission. If it wasn't a crisis, Yunyu would never send a message to Qin Xuan.

Qin Xuan seemed to sense Xiao Wu's uneasiness and anxiety, and immediately stepped on the ground, holding Xiao Wu in one hand, and rushed straight to Yichan Temple.

...

In Yichan Temple, the corner of the old monk's mouth was stained with blood. In front of this old monk, a young man like a nobleman stood with a gun.

"Yichan, cause and effect cycle, this day, you should have expected it long ago!"

The young man spoke slowly, and the supremes of Yichan Temple were almost all seriously injured, and even a monk had died, sitting like a rock in this courtyard.

Many people gathered around, and everyone's eyes were slightly fixed.

"As expected of a prodigy ranked 30th on the Immortal List, he swept through dozens of supremes in Yichan Temple and even severely injured the head of Yichan Temple!" A supreme spoke slowly, his voice solemn.

Lingyun, known as the Little Spear Immortal in the cultivation world, has been in harmony with the Dao for 7,000 years and entered the Mahayana for 15,000 years. Behind him is a fourth-grade clan, but since Lingyun appeared, the Ling family has now become a second-grade clan.

All of this was created by Lingyun alone. Now his life span is less than 20,000 years, but he has already reached the middle grade of the Mahayana and the upper grade of the half-step.

"The head of Yichan Temple killed the ancestor of the Ling family a few years ago. Lingyun must avenge this hatred. Alas, I thought Lingyun would at least be a Mahayana upper grade before he could enter Yichan Temple, but I never thought that now..." There was pity in the eyes of a Buddhist Mahayana supreme.

"Yichan is too kind. If he had destroyed the Ling family at the beginning, why would it be like this?" There was a man in demon clothes with a cold look.

This is a demon cultivator, but he appeared in this Buddha land.

Tongtian Demon Mountain, Xuanxue Supreme!

This is a Mahayana upper-grade immortal vein supreme, who came here to watch the ceremony. When he noticed this scene, he came to watch.

Many Buddhist and Taoist supremes frowned. How could a Buddhist cultivator be the same as your demon cultivator, slaughtering people at will? My Buddha is merciful. How could the master of Yichan Temple do such a thing in the first place?

In the field, Yichan stood slowly. There was a piercing wound on his shoulder blade, and the light golden blood soaked the temple robe.

"Donor Lingyun, this calamity, I will take it myself. I hope that you will remember that I did not hurt the Ling family in the first place, and don't attack others in my Yichan Temple!"

"Blood debts must be paid with blood. Old monk, I will pay it back alone!"

Yichan looked sad and looked at Lingyun.

This is the Immortal ListA genius!

Once upon a time, he was also able to enter the top 50 of the Immortal List, but compared with Lingyun, there was a world of difference.

Lingyun was only a middle-level Mahayana, but he could sweep the entire Yichan Temple alone, and he was no match for him.

This Immortal List seemed different from the Immortal List tens of thousands of years ago...

Some people have long said that in this era, there are many younger generations and countless geniuses, but many older generations don't care.

Now, Yichan found that this statement was true.

Unfortunately, life is about to fall, what is the use of such distracting thoughts?

"You didn't hurt my Ling family, but you didn't dare to do so, fearing that it would destroy Buddhism." Lingyun said coldly: "As for your Yichan Temple, even you Yichan is dead, what's the point of keeping such a small temple!"

Lingyun took a step forward, "Today, if you disperse all the disciples in the temple, I will not kill anyone!"

"Otherwise, if there is one person in Yichan Temple, I will kill one person, if there are a hundred people, I will kill a hundred people, if no one leaves the temple, I will massacre the entire Yichan Temple!"

The voice seemed to contain a monstrous murderous aura, which shocked many Buddhist practitioners present.

"What did you say!?"

"How dare you!"

A voice slowly sounded, and I don't know how many Buddhist practitioners were furious.

This is a grand Buddhist event, and Yichan Temple is also considered to have a certain status in Buddhism.

Lingyun and Yichan have a cause and effect, they will not interfere, but if they want to massacre the entire Yichan Temple, how can they sit back and watch?

"Those who stop me will die!"

Lingyun's voice seemed to contain a monstrous murderous aura, unscrupulous.

The next moment, the spear in his hand shook, like a dragon, crossing the space.

Yichan's pupils shrank suddenly, he formed a seal with his hands, and cinnabar appeared between his eyebrows, like a real Buddha.

He slowly moved his hands, and his left hand slapped the spear in the space.

Boom boom boom...

In an instant, the space was broken, and endless waves rose to the sky.

Yichan even retreated hundreds of steps in succession, his hands were bleeding, and he didn't know how many palms he had blasted.

"The soldiers entered the calamity realm!"

"This is the Hun Tian Shi Xian Spear, a first-grade spear technique!"

"The Hun Tian Shi Xian Spear is not the technique of the Piao Miao Xian Sect..."

In the air, a figure appeared like a banished immortal, and some Buddhist supremes couldn't help but help.

"My disciple is taking revenge, do you want to intervene?"

A middle-aged Taoist priest moved the whisk in his hand slightly, and the seven thousand whisk strands were like a dragon, sweeping the dozen Mahayana supremes who were taking action.

Boom boom boom...

Yichan coughed up blood, and if the paper fell to the ground, there were seven blood holes on his body, which was shocking.

Above Yichan Temple, dozens of Buddhist Mahayana Supremes were all shocked and retreated, their faces flushed.

"What!?"

The Buddhist Supremes looked at the middle-aged Taoist in shock, and their pupils shrank when they saw the clothes of the Piaomiao Immortal Sect on this person.

Below, the monks of Yichan Temple were even more sad and went to Yichan.

"Master!"