The first Buddha in history

"It turns out that the elders of Guiyuanzong are here, Amitabha." In the distance, there was a Buddha repairing his clothes and flying in the clouds, looking very fairy-like.He looked only 40 to [-] years old, but there was a look of compassion on his face.

"Master, please come over to greet me." Yu Yao and others hurriedly cupped their hands.

"Where, compared to us, the elders have worked harder." Buddha Xiu said with a smile, "I also invite the elders to come with the poor monk."

Xie Zhenghong followed closely behind Yu Yao and the others, and was slightly surprised when he saw this Buddha cultivator.

If he remembers correctly, this Buddhist cultivator should be one of the few out-of-body elders in Yinzhen Temple back then, and he was above Huizheng according to his seniority.When Xie Zhenghong was with Huizheng back then, he had met him once.This elder is not only profound in Buddhism, but also heard that he has successfully formed seals.But no one knows how strong it is.Back then, all the insiders died, and Xie Zhenghong didn't have the heart to investigate.But seeing that Yu Yao and others respect him so much, I am afraid that the seal formation is likely to be true.

Pity.

Xie Zhenghong felt a little regretful when he saw such a high-spirited elder of Yinzhen Temple.

In addition to this elder, many other elders of Yinzhen Temple came to this fight.As long as there is an elder alive, Yinzhen Temple will not fall so quickly.Unfortunately, there is no regret medicine in the world.Back then, because the real temple was going from bad to worse, the proud disciples fell into the way of magic, and the head and abbot Huizheng was too stubborn and old-fashioned.Wen Chunxiang just broke into Yinzhen Temple and snatched the "Guanyin Picture Record" which became the last straw that broke the camel's back.The elders of Yinzhen Temple almost put all their eggs in one basket, putting all their hopes on what would happen after defeating Wen Chunxiang.

In the end, only Huizheng, who was dying, went back and confessed some things before he passed away completely.

Xie Zhenghong silently recited the scriptures in his heart.

When Yu Yao and the others arrived, dozens of people were already sitting in this small cave.Guiyuanzong, Xiuxian Pavilion, Luojianzong, Wanmogu, Yinguizong, Zhenhongmen, Yuanyangzong, almost all the famous sects in the Daochunzhong world have sent elders here, and the lowest level of cultivation is also Huashen Expect.Although Huayan Sect didn't send anyone to come, there were also many Buddhist cultivators who couldn't get used to Wen Chunxiang's behavior and came to participate in their own names.Hua Yanzong couldn't control these people, so he had to turn a blind eye.

At this point, almost half of the combat power in Daochunzhong World has come.

As for those demon sects, some came to join in the fun, but some were assigned by several demon cultivators from the upper realm.And in this way, the three factions of Buddhism, Taoism and demons gathered together, all just to deal with the same person.

If such a scene is seen by others, it may become a legend.

"Wen Chunxiang's origin has not yet been determined. Even if he is seriously injured now, it is still unknown how much he has recovered." A Buddhist cultivator at the transformation stage kept turning the beads in his palm and closed his eyes.

"At least now is the best time to make a move. If we miss the present and wait until he fully recovers, I'm afraid that all the monks in our world will not be his opponent." Another monk sighed, "If we just pull one out, we can be regarded as having a head and a face. If it weren't for the disparity in strength, why would you join forces and take advantage of his serious injury?" If you succeed, you won't have a good reputation, and if you fail, you may even bring disaster to yourself.

"Wen Chunxiang is a demon cultivator who has practiced for many years, and he is proficient in miscellaneous knowledge. I am afraid that ordinary spells can't deal with him." An elder sitting beside Yu Yao suddenly said, "But our ancestor Gui Yuanzong gave him One of our treasures, as long as you hold him back, you can completely trap him and prevent him from coming out to do evil again."

Xie Zhenghong was taken aback for a moment, I am afraid that the treasure this person is talking about is the fairy rope.

"Coincidentally, we all brought some treasures. Don't say that Wen Chunxiang is only at the initial stage of fusion, even if he is still a cultivator, I'm afraid he may not be able to bear it." The one who spoke was a sword of Luo Jianzong. Xiu, "In addition to our Luojianzong, some other fellow Taoists have also brought their treasures. If we can't take Wen Chunxiang down like this, I'm afraid there will be no help if there are several times more people."

"Where is Wen Chunxiang now?" Yu Yao couldn't help asking.

"He was waiting for a spiritual plant to bloom by the lake thousands of miles away." An elder said in a deep voice, "That spiritual plant is a 10-year-old stone milk smoke, which has a miraculous effect on healing. If he is allowed to wait, his strength will be reduced." It will be troublesome to recover. We must seal Wen Chunxiang before the smoke is opened!"

"Why not eliminate?" Yu Yao couldn't help asking.Compared with the troublesome and troublesome sealing, completely eradicating Wen Chunxiang is a matter of once and for all.

"We can't kill him." A Buddhist cultivator sighed and shook his head, "You can ask some friends from the Demonic Dao present about this."

"Jie Jie Jie Jie. Every time our demon cultivators want to increase their cultivation base, in addition to absorbing spiritual energy, we also need to absorb a large amount of demonic energy. When it comes to a demon king like Wen Chunxiang, his demonic energy alone is enough to withstand it." It’s worthy of all the demonic energy in the demon cultivators of our sects.” A strange man from Wanmo Valley showed his white teeth, “If you kill him, once the demonic energy on his body is exposed, don’t forget that he was What kind of cultivation level? If you are in a hurry, I am afraid that most of this world will be destroyed by him. But saying this kind of thing is too ambitious, and there is no such character in a medium-sized world like ours, so you don’t know .”

Of course, the more important reason was that the powerful people behind these monks were unwilling to see Wen Chunxiang die.

Completely eliminating Wen Chunxiang is only the next step.

"Then according to what you said, wouldn't even demonic cultivators not be able to kill?" Yu Yao sneered.

"Ordinary devil cultivators, you naturally kill them casually. Take me as an example. At most, the devil energy on my body can make a mountain without a blade of grass. It is enough for you to find a Buddha cultivator to come and save it. However, Wen Chunxiang himself is proficient Dharma, the secret books he snatched are more than the Buddhist cultivators have seen, and the Buddha's cultivation method has limited effect on him. Apart from sealing him, there is no other way to deal with him." Only then did the magic cultivator show his face. With a touch of envy and yearning, "It's really amazing to be able to cultivate to this level."

Everyone fell silent for an instant.

"Regardless of his strength, if we have reached this point, can we still hold back? Wen Chunxiang may have discovered our existence long ago, and it is not certain who is the fisherman!"

Everyone began to discuss again, how to set up a situation, how to counterattack, and even the characteristics of their magic weapons.Facing such a powerful enemy, the previous hostility has become a joke.

It was only at this time that Xie Zhenghong realized that in order to deal with Wen Chunxiang, they had brought three real treasures and two semi-immortal artifacts, one was the immortal rope that trapped Wen Chunxiang now, and the other was the Valley of Ten Thousand Demons The eight-treasure gourd brought here.

The heinous and murderous Wen Chunxiang they said seemed to be two different people from the senior they knew.

Xie Zhenghong couldn't help feeling a little funny when he thought of this.

When he first met the senior, the senior seemed to be an unattainable image, and he couldn't even look directly at him.But since when did the image of the senior become more approachable to him?

It seems that "Eighteen Touches" started...

Thinking of this, Xie Zhenghong couldn't help covering his forehead, why did he suddenly think of this?When the senior sang to him and those messy pictures came, he had almost no way to deal with it.

I don't know when I started to get used to it.

By the time Yu Yao and the others finished discussing the plan thoroughly, several days had passed.

This is Yu Yao's memory world, Xie Zhenghong can only follow Yu Yao's memory, it is impossible to go to other places.

"Senior brother, the aura here is getting thinner and thinner, I'm afraid the smoke grass is about to open." Yu Yao was quite worried.

Once those treasures of heaven, material and earth are mature, they will crazily absorb the surrounding aura, attracting the coveted eyes of a large number of monks and monsters.

"Come on, let's speed up a little bit." Said one of the leading monks.

As soon as the words fell, the group of monks sped up again, and they reached the edge of the spirit lake in a blink of an eye.

"I was thinking before that the days of waiting for the spiritual grass to open would be too boring. I don't want to, someone will come over to relieve my boredom." Suddenly there was a gorgeous and deep voice in the air.

Xie Zhenghong, Yu Yao and the others looked up together and saw the monk in black floating in the air.

There was a smile on his face, but there was a cold killing intent in his eyes.

Yu Yao and the others couldn't help shivering.

Xie Zhenghong looked at Wen Chunxiang like this, and couldn't take his eyes off.

Such a peerless Demon Venerable who smiles at many enemies without changing his expression should be the original appearance of the senior!

At the place where Xie Zhenghong's deity is.

"Reach out your hand to touch Miss's hair, it's better than a woolen pen..." Wen Chunxiang snorted, and stretched out his hand to tie Xie Zhenghong's hair into a bun.But this kind of delicate work is obviously not Wen Chunxiang's forte. Not to mention the crooked bun, there is a ring of miscellaneous hair on the side, which looks weird no matter how you look at it.Wen Chunxiang secretly sighed that the little monk was not there, and combed Xie Zhenghong's hair again with his hands.

Xie Zhenghong's hair passed through his fingers, it was soft and smooth, and Wen Chunxiang couldn't help playing with it for a while.Although his own hair wasn't too bad, it wasn't as refreshing as playing with other people's hair.

Wen Chunxiang couldn't help becoming interested, the time he stayed with Xie Zhenghong was beyond his imagination.Although the little monk usually put on an attitude of letting him do things, Wen Chunxiang was still not easy to do.

The little monk looks too upright and abstinent.

But it's different now, no matter what song he sings or what kind of little monk he is, he won't know.Don't miss this opportunity and don't come again. After passing this village, there will be no such shop.Or take the opportunity to take advantage of it.

At this moment, Wen Chunxiang still didn't find anything wrong with his mentality.

"Stretch out your hand to touch the middle of sister's palm, the palms are bent on both sides, reach out to touch sister's nipples, there are no different kinds of buns out of the cage." Wen Chunxiang sang and sang, his hand unconsciously touched Xie Zhenghong's chest...

Wait, something is wrong.

Wen Chunxiang's hand stopped abruptly.

He has nothing to do with the little monk. What is he doing here?

Can't pass pollen!