The first Buddha in history

Immortal Lord Wuhuang heard Wen Chunxiang's words, his face turned as cold as ice, and the surrounding immortal energy became dull with his power.

Wen Chunxiang frowned slightly, but when he got a little closer to the young monk, he felt that such oppression had no effect.

"Will my life? Hahahaha." Immortal Wuhuang laughed in a low voice, and finally laughed up to the sky, "It's been so many years, I haven't heard anyone say that I want to die! Looking at you, maybe even the fairy Jun means you don’t know anything, newcomer?”

"Why don't you know?" Wen Chunxiang curled his lips, "Isn't the so-called celestial monarch the one who embraces the celestial veins of the celestial realm? I heard that the celestial veins will transfer the celestial energy from the celestial realm to the celestial beings Use the Jun Dou method. The earth veins will not die, and the immortal king will not die, that's what you want to say."

But in this fairy world, even a fairy emperor dare not say that he is immortal, let alone a fairy king?

"That's right." Immortal Wuhuang raised his head quite proudly, "Even if Nanming drives me out of the fairyland, he can't take my life, because I'm already the master of another piece of fairyland, and I'm still the master of the fairyland." Jun. As long as I am still Xianjun, he will not be able to kill me."

"Really?" Wen Chunxiang looked at Immortal Wuhuang's complacent appearance, and suddenly interjected, "But look, isn't this embroidered gold auspicious flower fairy who is at the top of the level, not dead? Immortal So what about Jun, Xianjun can't die?"

"It's not up to you whether you die or not." Wu Huang narrowed his eyes slightly, and a golden flash immediately rose from his feet.

The halo dangled from the feet of Immortal Wuhuang, and it seemed to be very gentle, but Wen Chunxiang and Xie Zhenghong, who were reliably close, clearly felt a strong sense of oppression.

The two of them are only at the level of immortals, but the person in front of them is an immortal.

Xie Zhenghong and Wen Chunxiang are confident that they can kill a Da Luo Jinxian together, but they don't necessarily have the confidence that they can kill a fairy.

Unless, he used that red bead.

"Senior, I'm coming."

Xie Zhenghong's voice sounded in Wen Chunxiang's mind, and before Wen Chunxiang could react, Xie Zhenghong had already turned into a white light and flew towards Immortal Wuhuang.

"Little monk!"

Wen Chunxiang yelled, and then flew towards Wuhuang Xianjun.

Just kidding, how could such an opponent be solved by the little monk alone?

"Overestimating one's abilities!" Immortal Lord Wuhuang snorted, secretly urging the divine light under his feet, determined to show these two newcomers a little bit of strength.I saw the divine light under the feet of Immortal Wuhuang suddenly burst out, and with a "swoosh", it turned into thousands of starlights, which continued to scatter around the air.

Before Xie Zhenghong got close, he saw a light spot closest to him suddenly turned into a long sword, and directly slashed towards him.

boom!

A bottomless ditch appeared on the ground, stirring up countless dust.

Xie Zhenghong could barely dodge it, and the next moment, those light spots turned into various other weapons and attacked Xie Zhenghong.

A slight smile appeared on Wuhuang Xianjun's face.He doesn't even need to make any movements, he only needs to change his mind, and these immortal soldiers can attack back and forth according to his thoughts.If it's just because his immortal soldiers can only attack, it's a big mistake.

Sweat gradually broke out on Xie Zhenghong's calm face, and his movements of dodging back and forth also became slow.

In addition to attacking, these immortal soldiers can also absorb the free immortal energy in the air, and even slowly devour Xie Zhenghong's own immortal energy as long as the distance from Xie Zhenghong is not more than ten feet away.This kind of method is really unimaginable, but Immortal Lord Wuhuang uses it very handy.

If it weren't for Xie Zhenghong who is still under the protection period of the rookie, Immortal Lord Wuhuang wouldn't need to use such a time-consuming and laborious method, and Xie Zhenghong couldn't resist it with one move.It's a pity that they still have a talisman on them, so Immortal Wuhuang can only take it slowly.

The protection agreement in the fairy world is to protect the immortals who have just ascended, but if the other party is not even an immortal, they will naturally not be protected by this treaty.

These immortal soldiers of Immortal Lord Wuhuang all come from a fairy weapon close to the sixth rank in his hand - Moisturizing Heji Fan.

This fan was obtained by chance by Immortal Lord Wuhuang, and it was only able to be refined after years of refinement. Now in his hands, it can also achieve the power close to that of a sixth-grade immortal weapon.But Immortal Lord Wuhuang thinks that this fan is definitely more than this level, on the contrary, it may be higher, but his current cultivation level is not enough and it is difficult to control it.This fan can be changed in a thousand ways, and it can be divided into various immortal soldiers to fight against the enemy, and it can also absorb the opponent's immortal energy to reduce the opponent's strength.Immortal Lord Wuhuang once tried to swallow the immortal energy of a Da Luo Jinxian to the level of only heavenly immortals when he first refined it.

This fan is naturally the treasure at the bottom of the box of Immortal Wuhuang.

It is really a waste to deal with such two young rookies.

Immortal Wuhuang thought of this not without regret, while turning his head to avoid Wen Chunxiang's attack.At the same time, several small knives flew out from the sleeves of Immortal Wuhuang, piercing through Wen Chunxiang's magic weapon that concealed his aura in an instant!

Immediately, an aura of spiritual cultivation rushed over.

"Lingxiu?" Xianjun Wuhuang's eyes lit up, "Are you from the Lingxiu Tiangong? No, no, you don't have the mark of the Lingxiu Tiangong on your body."

Immortal Lord Wuhuang has attacked people from Lingxiu Tiangong before, and he also worked hand in hand with a monk from Lingxiu Tiangong. Naturally, he knows what characteristics a monk from Lingxiu Tiangong will have?That is to say, the cultivator in front of him is very likely to be a form of heavenly material and earthly treasure, but he has not registered in the Lingxiu Heavenly Palace.

In other words, a great supplement delivered to your door!

"Haha, God help me too!"

If it was said that Immortal Lord Wuhuang was a little cautious before and wanted these two newcomers to suffer and take them under his command, then now he has completely changed this idea.

Aren't these two Taoist couples?

Just right.

Grab one and threaten one.

Since Wen Chunxiang is a spiritual cultivator, he can't be eaten all at once. On the contrary, if he only eats a little at a time, it will last for a long time now.Immortal Wu Huang would not bother to kill chickens and fetch eggs until the last moment.

No wonder Nanming and Fengwu both accepted these two people, which made him think that these two rookies had great potential and aptitude. It turned out that one of them was an unregistered spiritual practitioner?

No wonder Nanming is willing to give them such a precious Immortal Mansion?Presumably he grew better for this spiritual practice!

It's a pity that this secret was still discovered by him. Everything the two of them did was to make a wedding dress for themselves.

Wu Huang thought he had figured out the key point, and he couldn't help being excited.

This makes him more happy than his victory over Fengwu and Nanming.

Thinking of this, Immortal Wu Huang was unwilling to bother to care about Xie Zhenghong. On the contrary, the lonely Lingxiu in front of him was the one he had to catch!

Wen Chunxiang suddenly felt pressure doubled.

Now that he doesn't have the demonic energy to protect himself, and he doesn't have the cultivation level to compete with Immortal Lord Wuhuang, he has almost no power to fight back against such an opponent.

Immortal Wuhuang's hand followed Wen Chunxiang like a shadow.

No matter how he dodges or evades, he can't escape.

"Little Lingxiu, you should stay!"

Immortal Wuhuang suddenly clenched his fingers, and Wen Chunxiang felt that something was restraining him behind him, and his body backed away uncontrollably, getting closer and closer to Immortal Wuhuang.

"Why bother to run so hard?" Immortal Wuhuang shook his head and sighed, "If you want to escape from the old master, you have to practice thousands of years at least. Don't worry, the old man is not afraid. kill you."

Wen Chunxiang was so disgusted that he was about to vomit blood when he heard Wuhuang Xianjun's seemingly "gentle" words.

"Heh, if you don't kill me, don't you want to eat me?" Wen Chunxiang sneered.

"How can this be called eating?" Xianjun Wuhuang interrupted Wen Chunxiang with a smile, "At best, it can only be regarded as helping each other. Every time you give me a petal or a few leaves, wait for me to absorb it After all, I will naturally treat you and your Taoist companion well. Fighting and killing will hurt your feelings. Since you have not registered in the Lingxiu Tiangong, and you have concealed your identity until now, it must be for the sake of your Taoist companion. Together. If you don’t think about yourself, you should also think about your Taoist companion.”

After finishing speaking, Immortal Monarch Wuhuang had a thought, and the immortal soldiers who had originally attacked Xie Zhenghong stopped immediately.

Xie Zhenghong was already in a panic.

Wen Chunxiang gritted his teeth when he saw the wound on Xie Zhenghong's face, "How dare you hurt him?"

He has cared for Xie Zhenghong for so many years, and he has never said a few serious words, but this old thief Wuhuang dared to deal with his little monk like this?

This is the fairy?

This is the aloof fairy?

"Hey, how can this be considered an injury?" Immortal Wu Huang "kindly" persuaded, "The old man stopped all attacks. If I heard that you are not willing to cooperate, friend Daoist, then the next one will be considered an injury!"

How good.

The more this little spiritual cultivator cares about his Taoist companion, the more beneficial it will be for Immortal Lord Wuhuang.

As for the vague sense of danger in his heart, it was completely left behind by Immortal Wuhuang.Compared with being able to get a Lingxiu plant, compared to being able to beat Nanming and Fengwu at the same time, what is this sense of danger?

"Come on, first let me see what breed you are?" Wu Huang suddenly had a small knife in his hand, with a self-confident smile on his face, but his eyes were full of eager desire and greed.

He doesn't ask the other party to be a rare treasure that can prolong his life for tens of thousands of years with one bite, but it is enough to help him break through the current fifth level of the fairy.

Cut off a piece of his flesh and blood first, taste the taste, and replenish the vitality that was lost before, so that he can know how to maximize the spiritual benefits in front of him!Come to think of it, there must be many immortals who are willing to share such a spiritual cultivation with him!

Hey!

If it wasn't for a spiritual emperor in the Lingxiu Heavenly Palace, what other ten guardians would protect those Lingxiu tightly, why should they be so eager for Lingxiu?Usually those spiritual cultivations blossom and bear fruit, and the faded branches, leaves and fruits can't be exchanged for a bunch of treasures, but now, such a lonely spiritual cultivation falls into his own hands?And Fengwu Nanming's fairyland soon became his own.

It went so smoothly that Wu Huang almost forgot the crisis that had been lingering around him.

"Don't worry, my knife is a third-grade fairy weapon, it will definitely not make you feel pain, and even your wound will heal quickly, so I guarantee that no blood will be wasted." Wu Huang played with the dagger in his hand and laughed softly road.

Wen Chunxiang kept struggling, wanting to break free.

He couldn't tell the other party what breed he was, because Wu Huang didn't know his identity yet, so he stopped attacking the little monk, and they still had the size to negotiate.But if this Wuhuang knew that he was just a useless black peony, then he might be very angry at the little monk!

But now that he can't move, how can he take out the red bead without letting the opponent avoid it?

Wen Chunxiang turned countless plans in his mind instantly, but Wuhuang's hand holding the knife was still getting closer and closer to him.

The fairy energy in the air suddenly froze.

Wen Chunxiang seemed to have noticed something, his eyes widened slightly, and his face seemed to be very surprised.

"You still want to lie to me with this little trick?" Wu Huang secretly laughed, not paying attention to Wen Chunxiang's strangeness at all.These little tricks, they almost didn't use them ten thousand years ago.

"Little... little monk?"

The knife in Wuhuang's hand was about to touch Wen Chunxiang, when suddenly a deep chill came from behind.

It was as if he was a weed shivering under the strong wind, unable to resist such an overwhelming force.

What... what's going on?

Can't move your body?

He is a fairy, who can make him like this?

Wu Huang's cold sweat "swept" down.

He didn't feel right.

He also finally understood what Wen Chunxiang's strangeness was before?

The vague sense of crisis in his heart finally erupted completely at this moment, with a menacing force, and wiped out all the luck and arrogance in Wuhuang's heart.How can it be?There are obviously only the three of them here, but who else is behind him except a monk who is not in his eyes?

"Amitabha."

Wu Huang seemed to hear a small sigh from the person behind.

What is he sighing, is it someone from the Buddhist world?

Before Wu Huang had time to think about it, he saw a golden Buddha's handprint on his chest.

The immortal energy in his body seemed to be sucked away by something, and quickly gathered towards the place where the Buddha's handprint was. At the same time, the area of ​​the Buddha's handprint was getting bigger and bigger, gradually spreading to his whole body.

"I have something to discuss..."

Wuhuang finally felt afraid.

Even if he was defeated by Nanming Xianjun back then, he only felt shame and never felt fear.From possessing the strength of the immortal king, in the first twenty heavens, he can be regarded as the existence of Xiaoaofang.How many years has it been since he has tasted such fear?

But he was genuinely afraid.

What lies behind?

Who is it that came?

A hand suddenly appeared in front of Immortal Lord Wuhuang.

It was a beautiful hand, not even a blemish on it.

Wu Huang's eyes gradually widened. He may not know who the owner of this hand is, but he does know the part of the sleeve exposed from this hand.Not only did he know each other, but he had fought the owner of the sleeve just now, and the owner of the sleeve was completely helpless after being beaten by him.

After all, the other party is just a newcomer.

But now, it was such a rookie who pulled Wen Chunxiang away from him.

Wu Huang's spiritual consciousness began to become a little unconscious.

There seemed to be countless voices circling in his ears, and he saw countless lotus ponds, precious stones and golden beads, beautiful cranes, reflecting each other and intertwining each other, just like the legendary pure land, without worries or worries.

In a daze, he seemed to hear a whisper from behind.

"Senior, no one wants to hurt you."

Lingcheng looked at Fengwu, who had been unwilling to admit defeat or give in, in front of him, and was about to have a headache.

He has always admired such a junior, who is unswerving, dedicated to the Tao and not afraid of power, no matter how you look at it, he is excellent.However, if such an excellent junior stands in front of him and refuses to listen to him, he will not be cute at all.

"Are you still unwilling to admit defeat?" Lingcheng said helplessly.

At this time, the fairy sword in Fengwu's hand had been broken in two, and he himself was kneeling on the ground on one knee, almost unable to stand up.

But even so, Fengwu still refused to give in.

"Which Immortal Emperor are you?" Fengwu wiped off the blood on the corner of his mouth, and looked at Lingcheng with a serious face, "The cultivation level of a majestic Immortal Emperor has run into our little Chongtian, why?"

Fengwu is naturally not the kind of person who talks about everything based on cultivation.

Even the Immortal Emperor depends on the situation.

Who can guarantee that the Immortal Emperor will not harm one party or do bad things?

"No matter which immortal emperor it is, it actually has nothing to do with you." Lingcheng shook his head and persuaded, "If I hadn't been merciful, do you think you can still talk to me like this?"

"I'm very grateful for your mercy, but you haven't answered my question yet." Fengwu refused to budge, "The timing of your coming is just so coincidental, I have to guard against it."

He knew exactly what kind of person Wuhuang Xianjun was, after all, they were also neighbors for many years.But Fengwu knew Wuhuang well, so he absolutely didn't have the guts to involve Lingxiu Tiangong in their struggle.If one is not careful, what is waiting for Immortal Wu Huang will be lost?If it was for the purpose of blaming others, he could have picked a few nephews of powerful immortals, instead of provoking the unattainable Spirit Emperor at all.

In these 33 heavens, there are almost [-] known immortals, large and small.

Although there are a lot of [-] people, in fact, compared to these ascending immortals, it is simply pitifully small.

Every year, there are hundreds of thousands of immortals ascending in the four ascension pools alone, and the immortals have a long lifespan. If nothing major happens and they don't get involved in some death-related things, they can almost survive in peace and stability.In addition, the immortals in some sect groups formed Taoist couples with each other, and gave birth to many second-generation immortals, and the number was even greater.

But it seems that there are only 23 immortal emperors they know.

On average, there is no one in the First Heaven.

It is precisely because of his extraordinary status that Emperor Ling was able to build a heavenly palace to protect those spiritual cultivators that everyone covets.

Where did Immortal Wu Huang have the courage to provoke Ling Emperor?

Only an immortal emperor can deal with an immortal emperor.

So behind Immortal Lord Wuhuang, there must be some immortal emperor who wants to attack Lingxiu Tiangong, Wuhuang is just one of the pathfinding stones.

Then the origin of this spiritual city in front of me is worth pondering.

Which side is he on?

If he was on Lingdi's side, then he should be very angry when he found out about Wuhuang Xianjun's serious injury to Lingxiu Tiangong Lingxiu, and he would never be so calm.Therefore, Fengwu ruled out the possibility that Lingcheng was an immortal from Lingdi's side.

If one wrong answer is ruled out, the rest will naturally be the correct answer.

Fengwu's thinking can't be wrong, it can even be said to be meticulous.

It's a pity that Fengwu didn't know that Lingcheng came here specifically for Wen Chunxiang and Xie Zhenghong, and that Wuhuang was just incidental.Fengwu got the priority wrong, and the answer he got was naturally the opposite.

"Which side am I from, you don't need to know." Lingcheng stretched out his hand and tapped Fengwu's forehead.

"Actually, I quite appreciate you, but it's a pity that I don't have time to spend with you now." Lingdi shook his head, looked into the distance and smiled, "There seems to be a little contradiction. I have been following them for so long, It’s finally time to finish.”

"What are you...doing...what?" Feng Wu felt that his body was very heavy, his eyelids were not under his control, and he was drowsy.

"It's better that you don't remember some things." Emperor Ling smiled at Fengwu, "You will know when you become an immortal emperor."

The last image left in Fengwu's eyes was the calm smile on Emperor Ling's face.

Feng Wu fell into a deep sleep, and when he woke up, he would not remember anything.

Lingcheng glanced at the fairy sword on the ground and the wound on Fengwu's body, and then wiped it, and soon the fairy sword returned to its original state, and there was no trace left on Fengwu's body.

Lingcheng did this kind of thing very smoothly, but there was no obstacle at all.

"There's such a big commotion?" Lingcheng rubbed his brows, "Fortunately, I took precautions quietly when I came in."

Emperor Ling raised his head and glanced, and there was a phantom of a golden spirit flower in the sky.

"Even your divine sense has been disturbed, it seems that something extraordinary has happened." Lingdi smiled when he saw the gold-embroidered auspicious flowers in the sky, "Don't worry, seeing that we knew each other many years ago, I can still save your burial place for you."

With a flash of Lingdi's figure, he arrived at the place where Wen Chunxiang and Xie Zhenghong were.

There are various traces on the ground, and there is still a wave of Buddha power in the air.

This Buddha power is different from the peace and tranquility that Lingdi felt from the people in the Buddha world in the past, on the contrary there is a bit of violence.

However, there was not much murderous intent in this violent aura, it was just pure anger.

Buddha can also get angry.

Such a sentence suddenly flashed in Lingdi's heart.

Wen Chunxiang in front of him was sitting on the ground, hugging the unconscious Xie Zhenghong, his face was calm.

"What happened here?" Emperor Ling asked curiously when he saw Wen Chunxiang's appearance at this moment, "He seems to be out of strength, there is no danger, you can rest assured."

Wen Chunxiang didn't even look at Emperor Ling, but quietly looked at Xie Zhenghong lying on his lap.Just when Emperor Ling thought that Wen Chunxiang would not answer, Wen Chunxiang responded, "I understand, he has nothing to do."

"There are still some strange things here." Lingdi took two steps forward, frowning slightly.

"What's on your body?" Emperor Ling sensed the seriousness of the matter, and what made him even more depressed was that the spiritual cultivator Wen Chunxiang he was optimistic about had signs of obsession written all over his face.

Even if Wen Chunxiang fell into the devil's way and became a demon god the next moment, Emperor Ling would not be surprised.

"Wen Chunxiang, do you know that a demon has appeared on your face?"

"Don't worry." Wen Chunxiang raised his head, looked at Emperor Ling and smiled, "As long as the little monk is by my side, I will definitely not be possessed."