The first Buddha in history

In the past, Master Huizheng of Yinzhen Temple became famous because of the palm of the sun, and once became the yearning of many Buddhist practitioners.However, with Huizheng's death and Dao disappearing, the Great Sun God's Palm also disappeared, which once made all Buddhist practitioners in the Huayan Sect feel a little regretful.I didn't expect to see it in this world unexpectedly.

Xie Zhenghong looked at it for a second, then nodded slightly.

Think twice before asking again, monk's cultivation technique involves many things, just mention it by the way, if you continue to ask, you will end up with revenge.

Li Heguang and Geng Yifeng fought inextricably, and this fight naturally inevitably affected other monks.

"Shi Xi'er, what do you mean?" Just as the monks were using exercises to protect themselves, Chen Ding'an's voice suddenly pulled everyone's minds away.

Xie Zhenghong and the others turned their heads and found that Shi Xi'er was confronting Chen Ding'an.

Shi Xi'er's flying bun was filled with all kinds of headgear, but now these headgears have all become fatal things.

For example, that jade hairpin turned into a long sword at this moment, held in Shi Xi'er's hand, and that earring turned into a soul-shaking bell!

"What do you mean? Isn't that obvious?" Shi Xi'er laughed and trembled, "The Demon Lord and the Sword Lord fought fiercely, and after the fight, they will probably go back to retreat for more than ten or twenty years. I have never liked it. Wouldn't it be nice for the seventh ranking to take advantage of the change now? Don't tell you, you don't have such thoughts in your heart, we rarely get together, and naturally we will avenge our grievances and revenge!"

Shi Xi'er's words made everyone's expressions change.

How could there be no hatred?

Not to mention the mutual disdain between Sanxiu and these sect disciples, the long-standing grievances.Take a few disciples of the Immortal Dao sect as an example. They have been cultivated by the sect since they were young, and they grew up with praise and envy all the way.It's just that in the process, there are always some discordant voices, and people in the sect will always compare them with others.How long have you been building a foundation, how long have you been consummated, what kind of source and external skills you have practiced, what kind of magic weapon you have; the appearance, figure, and popularity of women, you can't wait to be compared with even the strands of your hair. More supple?

The more you tell a lie, the more it becomes true.

If you compare too much, you will naturally not like it.

Just as Geng Yifeng didn't like Li and Guang being pressured on his head all the time, the other Heaven's Chosen Ones naturally didn't like such a ranking either.

When others say you are No. [-], there will always be a turning point later, "Although XX is No. X, but XX needs to be even better."

Shi Xi'er's words were nothing but stones that broke the calm of the lake surface.

"She's right." The one who spoke was the python emperor Tao Haosi. He was originally a casual cultivator, but later he signed a contract with a giant python by accident. His status has also risen to eighth.If one day the giant python transforms into a dragon, his ability as a symbiotic contract will naturally become even more powerful!

Mo Xiu had no scruples in his actions, but now that his face has been torn, naturally there is no need to pretend anymore.

"You can do whatever you want, Li Heguang, your wishful thinking, I just won't let you start!" Geng Yifeng's words came from afar, which made the militants present even more excited.

The world in Dao Chunzhong is so big, it is too difficult for them to get together, it is rare to have such a good opportunity, if they sneak away, wouldn't it be too embarrassing?

"boom!"

Several demon cultivators shot together and shattered the broadcast crystal of Tianji Pavilion, "We don't need others to watch the competition between us!"

This time, not only the Tianji Pavilion and the monks present were dumbfounded, but also the monks who were watching the live broadcast outside.

"I'll go, such a wonderful fight, who is stuck here?"

"Retreat spirit stone, withdraw spirit stone!"

"Ah, ah, I have to go back to the sect and find Master to use the mirror in my palm!"

"I'm going too, I'm going too!"

It's not just the rebroadcast crystal that can watch martial arts thousands of miles away.

The monks who had gathered in the downtown area dispersed in a rush, and went home to find their thighs.

Guiyuanzong, Luojianzong, Feixiazong and other elders who were watching couldn't help but have a headache, they knew that these people would not stop watching the fighting method like this!

"Forget it, the rankings in the Tiandan Ranking are piled up with blood every time, this time it's just ahead of time. Compared with the last time, Geng Yifeng and the others are simply slaughtering!"

"...but senior brother, this batch of good seedlings are all rare and good seedlings, they are delicious!"

"Silly, do you think those old foxes would really let them out without giving them some protection?"

"Right."

"Let's fight, let's fight, the more lively the fight, the better. Ordinary people say that once you succeed, your bones will be destroyed. This way of cultivating the truth will be even more cruel!"

Compared with Xianxiu's side, the reaction of the sect elders on Moxiu's side was more straightforward.

"Hahaha, that's the way it should be. Otherwise, after watching the fighting method quietly, wouldn't there be more people who have made progress with respect and dignity?"

"We demon cultivators don't do monkey shows for others to watch. Those who are not good at cultivation are even more disqualified!"

"Since Miaoyin Guiji said so, then I won't be polite." Zuo Xinshuang stretched out her hand, and pointed her slender fingers towards Yu Furong, "This one, I hope fellow Taoists don't want to grab it from me!"

Yu Furong sneered, "That's fine, I've long since disliked you."

Zuo Xinshuang smiled slightly, "That would be great."

The two looked at each other, as if there was a huge wave rising behind them.The monks who knew about their grievances all moved away and vacated the venue.

Shi Xi'er couldn't help feeling a little proud when she saw that she had stirred up the atmosphere with a few words, "Jun Qiushui, you went on a trip three years ago and killed my concubine. I will keep this hatred in mind!"

Chen Ding'an raised his eyebrows, showing a bit of arrogance, "There are too many heretics who died in my hands, I don't know which one you are talking about."

"Heh, I'll let you think about it slowly."

"Not bad, it looks like a party." Wen Chunxiang is a guy who is afraid of chaos. Seeing that the scene is chaotic, he changed his previous lazy posture and became a little excited, "Little monk, you Who do you want to call? I see that monk Sansi is pretty good."

Xie Zhenghong shook his head and rejected Wen Chunxiang's proposal, "The poor monk thinks it's better to avoid it." He has no enmity with these people, so there is no need to get involved in this dispute.Moreover, he is a Buddhist cultivator, so he doesn't have much to learn from the battle between Li Heguang and Geng Yifeng, he just came in to join in the fun.

"Hey, don't you tell me that you are going to sneak out?" Wen Chunxiang said in surprise, "This is a good opportunity for you to make a name for yourself!"

"Fame and wealth are all external objects." Xie Zhenghong recited a Buddhist scripture in a low voice, turning his head and planning to leave this place of right and wrong.

"Little monk, you are so spineless, do you know that?"

"Okay, okay, if you don't fight with the monk Sansi, you can always find a magician."

"If you leave this seat again, you will be singing eighteen touches!" Wen Chunxiang said angrily.

Xie Zhenghong stopped when he heard the words, and couldn't help sighing, afraid that Wen Chunxiang would really do what he said.

Seeing that Xie Zhenghong really stopped, Wen Chunxiang only felt that the fire in his heart became more vigorous.

His majestic generation of demon king, the former demon emperor, can make a middle world tremble with just a word, but now he has degenerated to the point of threatening a monk by singing "Eighteen Touches"?

... No, I must have been dizzy by this stinky monk.

Calm down, calm down.

"Thank you, Fellow Daoist, please stay." Suddenly a voice came to mind.

Xie Zhenghong looked up and found a monk wearing a yin-yang cassock and a high crown smiling at him.

"I'm Zhu Ning, a disciple of the Yuanyang Sect, I have an old incident, and I would like to ask fellow Taoists to clarify it." Zhu Ning cupped his hands.

"What's the matter?"

"About a year ago, the soul lamps of five disciples of my original Yangzong went out and the golden core was shattered. I don't know if this has something to do with Fellow Daoist Xie?" Zhu Ning asked with a smile.

Disciple of Yuanyang Sect?

"It's the owner of the Golden Dragon Sword!" Wen Chunxiang reminded.

It was only then that Xie Zhenghong remembered what happened that day. He did indeed kill five monks.

"Well, it was made by the poor monk." Xie Zhenghong nodded affirmatively.