The first Buddha in history

"Wen Chunxiang, we have always kept the water in the water, and you have nothing to do with us being your demon king in your big world. But you just want to come to our place to stir up trouble, so you can't blame us." A Buddhist cultivator stood up first, and said with a livid face.

For Buddhist cultivators, the three words Wen Chunxiang represent an absolute shame.

As a Buddhist cultivator, it is almost intolerable for any Buddhist cultivator to understand Buddhist classics as well as a demon cultivator.Not to mention, Wen Chunxiang often went to various Buddhist sects to grab things, which made countless Buddhist cultivators itch with hatred.

"Don't be a bald donkey, come here to obstruct your eyes." When Wen Chunxiang saw the Buddha Xiu, his face became pale, and he waved his sleeves casually, and sent the talking Buddha Xiu flying away.

Xie Zhenghong looked at the fellow daoist who was beaten into the air, and remembered his predecessor's problem of not being bald, so he couldn't help but smile.

Even if the senior in front of him is different from the one he knows, some essential things will not change.

For example, hate baldness, such as clean eyes.

"Wen Chunxiang, you are really deceiving people too much!" Several other buddhist cultivators couldn't help shouting loudly when they saw that the buddha cultivator was seriously injured by the blow.

Wen Chunxiang glanced lightly at these Buddhist cultivators, and quickly looked away, "If you bully you bald donkeys, what can you do?"

This sentence completely ignited the fuse, and immediately all the monks rushed forward, casting their magic weapons one after another.

The scene became chaotic for a while.

These monks seemed to strike at will, but with the previous planning and conspiracy, every move and style has been carefully studied to ensure that Wen Chunxiang only has no obvious loopholes to exploit when dealing with them.At the same time, they also started to set up a large formation, trying to slow down Wen Chunxiang's movements, so that it would be convenient for them to sacrifice the half-immortal weapon.

With their current strength, if they wanted to use the half-immortal weapon, they had to go through a lot of preparation in advance, otherwise not only would they not be able to trap Wen Chunxiang, but they would be backlashed by the half-immortal weapon.

This is Yu Yao's memory. At this time, Yu Yao is struggling to fight, and he doesn't observe much about the surrounding things.Xie Zhenghong couldn't see clearly what kind of expression the senior had at the moment through Yu Yao's memory, but even if he couldn't see clearly, Xie Zhenghong could still guess it.The senior must have his inherent arrogance and disdain on his face at this moment.Since he was conferred the title of Devil Emperor of Kyushu, he is proficient in all kinds of knowledge, so he can naturally see the small movements of these people.The reason why I turned a blind eye to it, I am afraid I will have to think about it later.

Xie Zhenghong looked at the visions constantly coming from the sky, his eyes were full of splendor.

Although I knew that the senior was powerful, I didn't know that he was still at this level when he was injured?

Even if he couldn't be there, Yu Yao's memory might not be accurate, but he could still feel a little bit of the power back then.

And Wen Chunxiang, just as Xie Zhenghong expected, did not follow the pace of this immortal cultivator. On the contrary, the scene began to show a situation of dumping Wen Chunxiang.Many monks who fought against Wen Chunxiang have gradually run out of money.

"So you only have this ability? It's too disappointing to me." Wen Chunxiang stretched out his hand and snapped off a monk's spirit sword, and said with a smile.

These monks couldn't tell their minds to answer at all, and the attacks became more violent.

"Get out of the way!" A monk couldn't hold back after all, and used the real treasure he was carrying ahead of time.

It was a huge folding fan with landscapes, insects and fish painted on it, just looking at it like this, it was like being in another world.

"Oh, this fan is really good." Seeing this, Wen Chunxiang finally showed a little appreciation on his face, "This is what it looks like."

"Rampant!" The cultivator who sacrificed the fan had a ruddy complexion. He was injured and kept changing spells. The flowers, birds, landscapes on the fan seemed to have life, and countless pens and ink floated out of the fan, turning into ferocious monsters. The beast roared towards the sky a few times, then rushed towards Wen Chunxiang and bit it!

Wen Chunxiang's complexion was a bit unfriendly, what's wrong with painting but monsters?

Xie Zhenghong could almost hear the roar in his senior's heart, and the eyes he looked at Wen Chunxiang became more and more soft.

If those Buddhist cultivators used the flower finger at this moment, I'm afraid the seniors would be even more angry.

Many monks think that the senior is moody, but in fact the senior's mind is quite easy to guess.

The battle continues.

The big formation gradually took shape, with the first cultivator sacrificed the real treasure, the second and third monks did not hold back, and they sacrificed the real treasures they brought, besieging Wen Chunxiang.The rest of the monks devoted more attention to refining punishment, and Yu Yao was naturally one of them.

Xie Zhenghong could no longer see what happened to the senior, only various voices could be heard.

"Senior Brother Chen, Wen Chunxiang is too powerful. If this goes on, I'm afraid we are no match." Yu Yao said while refining the formation.

Elder Chen gritted his teeth, and pushed Yu Yao forward, "You sit for me first, and I'll deal with Wen Chunxiang."

"Brother?" Yu Yao wanted to stretch out his hand to pull, but how could Elder Chen's cultivation at the fusion stage be comparable to Yu Yao?

Yu Yao continued to concentrate on creating formations with other monks, when suddenly there was a loud noise behind him.

Yu Yao's heart suddenly jumped violently.

"Don't look." Another monk pulled Yu Yao's clothes and said, "When we come here, we have already put life and death aside."

"Brother Zhang, what do you mean?"

"Since Brother Chen didn't tell you, just pretend you don't know. It's not a good thing to know too much." The monk who spoke showed a lonely smile, "The sect has trained us for many years, if we can't take Wen Chunxiang down, I'm afraid we will return to Yuanzong in the future..."

Yu Yao gritted her teeth and had no choice but to continue.

At the moment when the loud noise came, he noticed that Senior Brother Chen's aura suddenly weakened, as if he was in danger.But Yu Yao also knew the importance of this operation, so he could only secretly suppress the uneasiness in his heart and continue to do his own thing.

He couldn't even do things that senior brother Chen in the fusion stage couldn't do.

Loud noises came one after another, not to mention Yu Yao, even Xie Zhenghong who was at the side guessed what these monks did.They are seriously injuring Wen Chunxiang in the way of Nascent Soul self-detonation!

It is almost unimaginable for the monks in the transformation stage and the fusion stage to use such a method to deal with Wen Chunxiang.

Xie Zhenghong kept flying in the direction of Wen Chunxiang, but he couldn't see the specific scene clearly.

What Yu Yao couldn't see, he couldn't see either.

Perhaps even the senior himself did not expect that these monks would deal with him so recklessly.No matter how powerful the senior is, he is just a monk whose cultivation base has dropped to the fusion stage at this time. Facing such a big move that almost kills him, even if he avoids the vital points, he will inevitably suffer some injuries.

"From Wanmo Valley, is your eight-treasure gourd ready?" the elder beside Yu Yao shouted.

"Okay!" Several cultivators from the Valley of Myriad Demons opened their mouths and responded, "You guys free the immortal rope here first, let's try Wen Chunxiang first!"

After an unknown amount of time, Yu Yao's memory suddenly began to blur.Likewise, the memory scenes here are beginning to falter.

Xie Zhenghong knew that this was the crux of Yu Yao's demons, and it was also some memories that Yu Yao was most unwilling to face.

The fairy-binding rope hadn't been completely released, but suddenly many broken arms and limbs flew in front of Yu Yao and Xie Zhenghong's eyes.

Now, the elders of Gui Yuanzong and Huizheng were all stunned when they were busy releasing the immortal rope.

Those monks who besieged Wen Chunxiang before all died on the spot, and Nascent Soul was eroded by countless devilish energy, and finally was swept up by the devilish energy, and flew towards Wen Chunxiang's body.

Not only Yu Yao and others, but even Xie Zhenghong was startled by Wen Chunxiang in front of him.

Is the man in front of him with a monstrous demonic energy, red eyes, and Wushuang's blood spreading across his face, really that Wen Chunxiang who was not at a disadvantage just now? !

The next moment, the scene was completely shattered, Yu Yao had already been knocked out by Wen Chunxiang, and fell unconscious.

"Brother Sect Master, now I'm haunted by demons, and I have no hope of reuniting, and I don't know anything about Wen Chunxiang's whereabouts. But as long as the fairy rope is not untied, Wen Chunxiang will not be able to get out for a while. The Linglong Lock of the Immortal Rope will be kept by the senior brother in charge. In this way, even if the Sanxian Patriarch of the Upper Realm is in trouble, you can return the Linglong Lock, senior brother." Yu Yao took out the lock from her dantian. He picked up a small black lock and handed it to the master Maomin.

"Junior Brother, worry too much. My return to the Yuanzong will definitely prosper. A mere Wen Chunxiang will never shake our foundation. The Sanxian Patriarch can successfully survive the thunder disaster." Maoming reached out and wiped it on the lock, using it as Ordinary pendants are hung on the body, so as to ensure the safety of the Linglong lock and avoid arousing suspicion.

As for that ornament, it just so happened that Xie Zhenghong had seen it on Taoist Maomin.

It turned out that he was so close to untying the immortal rope of the senior!

Xie Zhenghong watched the last scene shattered quietly, trying to connect with the seniors outside, and get out from Yu Yao's memory.

Wen Chunxiang, who was outside, hastily withdrew his hand and restored Xie Zhenghong's hair and clothes to their original state.

Alas!

The little monk came back too soon, he hadn't even thought about it yet.

Wen Chunxiang patted his head, secretly regretting that there was nothing to worry about before, he hadn't bloomed flowers for many years, why did his thoughts turn to that all of a sudden?It caused him to struggle for a long time, wasting the time of eating the little monk's tofu in vain.

Where will there be such a good opportunity in the future?

Wen Chunxiang felt a little reconciled after thinking about it, and poked Xie Zhenghong on the forehead out of courage.Only then did he pinch Fajue, pulling Xie Zhenghong's consciousness back from Yu Yao.

"Why, have you found any clues?" Wen Chunxiang asked solemnly, about two steps away from Xie Zhenghong.

Xie Zhenghong opened his eyes, looking at the senior at this time, he still couldn't react, after all, the senior he just met was not like this.But Xie Zhenghong's camouflage skills are so good, he calmed down in just a moment, and replied with a smile, "I have found the clue, and the Linglong lock to untie the fairy rope is in the hands of Maomin."

"Maomin's cultivation is probably..." Wen Chunxiang was a little worried.

"It's fine if you just steal a lock." Xie Zhenghong affirmed, "By the way, senior, did you do anything to the poor monk just now?"

"Of course not, I have been here to protect you." Wen Chunxiang replied without hesitation.

"Oh, is that so?" Xie Zhenghong took a quiet look at Wen Chunxiang, but still didn't tell the truth.

The scent of peonies that he carried almost all over his body now was almost the best proof that the senior lied.

But thinking about the consequences of the senior becoming angry after being exposed, it's better not to talk about it.