The third world does not cross the demon

This pair of eyes are as bright as the stars in the night sky. Although the whole body is black and unfathomable, they are shining with a light that can see through everyone's heart.

"Budu, you're finally here!" The abbot was about 40 to [-] years old, with a dignified appearance, but his tone of voice was so impolite.

"Yes! I have met the abbot, the master!" Monk Budu didn't pay attention to these details, he stared intently at the abbot's unfathomable eyes, and clasped his hands together.

In his heart, he always felt that this person was extremely familiar, but he couldn't remember where he had met him.

"Don't cross, don't cross, I haven't seen you for thousands of years, I never thought I'd see you again, and it's actually in this temple in the human world!" The abbot actually sighed quite a bit.

Monk Budu frowned slightly after hearing this, and he was even more puzzled, so he asked: "May I ask where the abbot master met the little monk?"

After thousands of years, this abbot is absolutely extraordinary!But why does he have neither monster nor fairy aura?

The abbot seemed to be able to see through the depths of Monk Budu's heart, and said with a smile: "Of course the poor monk has neither demonic nor immortal aura! Because the poor monk and you are from the same origin and the same realm! Budu, Budu, how can your cultivation compare to that of you? Was it worse thousands of years ago?"

After Monk Budu heard this, he was even more shocked, but he still asked calmly: "I don't know who is the abbot in the Western Paradise! Forgive me for my poor eyesight..."

But the abbot turned around, his whole body glowed with golden light, and a pair of wide golden wings fluttered to fly!

After a while, the abbot turned around and asked with a smile, "How is it? Don't cross, have you ever thought of the poor monk?"

This, these are the wings of the golden-winged roc!Could it be?

"You, you are the Golden Winged Roc?" Monk Budu was even more shocked!

Thousands of years ago, the golden-winged roc had already escaped from the Buddhist world and disappeared...

But the Buddha didn't look for it, he just said that the opportunity didn't come.

"It's the poor monk! Why, don't you remember?" The abbot raised his eyebrows, and his dark eyes lit up.

"Young monk should call you senior brother!" Monk Budu put his palms together again. Without the golden-winged roc, maybe there would be no monk Budu today.

"En!" The Golden Winged Roc was very satisfied with the attitude of Monk Budu, he waved a piece of futon and flew towards Monk Budu...

Monk Budu lifted his feet off the ground lightly, his toes like flying swallows touched the futon, and his legs were already coiled after landing.

Seeing this, the golden-winged roc clapped his hands and praised: "Not bad! If you don't cross, the poor monk is even more sure that this matter is none other than you!"

"I don't know what brother is talking about?" Monk Budu looked neither happy nor sad. In his heart, except for one thing, everything else was indifferent.

"Because of some reasons, it is inconvenient for the poor monk to leave this Tianlun Temple!" Gold-winged Dapeng said again in a startling way: "But many sects in the world of the world insist that the poor monk come to join in the fun tomorrow and be a witness People! The poor monk had no choice but to ask your junior brother to help you!"

"So that's how it is!" Monk Budu slightly nodded and said, "But I don't know what senior brother wants this little monk to do?"

"Budu, you also know that the human world is not peaceful recently. Those forces in the rivers and lakes want to win a martial arts leader, but they need a most respected witness to witness the fairness of this martial arts competition!"

"Oh? So, the little monk is willing to go on behalf of the senior brother!" Monk Budu didn't care.

After hearing this, the golden-winged roc laughed happily: "This is going to trouble my junior brother!"

Monk Budu nodded slightly, but did not ask the question in his heart.

The golden-winged roc seemed to be able to see what Monk Budu was thinking at a glance, curled his lips and said, "Oh! Junior brother! To tell the truth! The poor monk has been trapped here for thousands of years... Oh, let's not talk, poor monk It's also very helpless..."

"What should I do to help my brother get out of here?" Monk Budu asked sincerely.

A gleam of light flashed in the golden-winged roc's black eyes, and then it disappeared. He sighed and said, "It's not easy! But the poor monk is used to it! Here, it's not bad!"

"Since that's the case, I will take my leave first! Tomorrow, I will go for my brother!" Monk Budu got up and wanted to go out.

The moment he turned around, he was stopped by the golden-winged roc: "Don't cross!"

Monk Budu stopped, turned around, clasped his hands together and said, "What is the edict, brother?"

The golden-winged roc's expression was a bit complicated, he bit his lip, sighed again and said helplessly: "Forget it, let everything go as it pleases..."

"Brother, do you have a difficult problem? Why don't you tell the monk! The monk can also..." Budu monk said sincerely.

"That's all! That's all!" The Golden Winged Roc had no choice but to interrupt Monk Budu's kindness, waved his hand and said in a lonely voice: "Origin and extinction...everything is deterministic..."

He shook his head, and shot a Buddha's light at Monk Budu, and Monk Budu was instantly sent to the "Pilgrim Hall" by him.

Monk Budu was indeed a little curious at this time, why couldn't he leave this Tianlun Temple with the cultivation base of the golden-winged roc?

What is it that traps him?

Monk Budu shook his head, maybe everything is God's will!Since he didn't want to talk about it, Monk Budu let go of his curiosity.

On the second day, Monk Budu arrived at the top of Kunlun Mountain as scheduled according to the time and place told by the golden-winged roc.

The place was already crowded with dozens of sects, big and small, setting up their own camps. Although there were a large number of people, they were orderly and not as noisy as imagined.

Presumably, those who can participate in this event are all the leaders of various sects.

The seat of Monk Budu has long been reserved by various sects. It is the seat at the top of the mountain. Looking down, you can see the details of the competition at a glance.

The venue for the competition is very vast, more than a hundred miles away, and the contestants are allowed to use their supernatural powers at will.

When everyone saw Monk Budu approaching, they all consciously gave way to a passage and saluted him with a very respectful attitude.

I want to come to the name of Tianlun Temple that has spread throughout the world for thousands of years, and the abbot of Tianlun Temple is the most mysterious figure in the world.

No one in the world has ever seen the real appearance of the abbot of Tianlun Temple, therefore, seeing Monk Budu who also looks like an eminent monk, it is natural to regard him as the abbot of Tianlun Temple.

"Welcome the eminent monk of Tianlun Temple!" All the Jianghu sects shouted to welcome Monk Budu.

Monk Budu just bowed his head slightly to the crowd and did not explain too much. Since he promised the Golden Winged Roc, of course he would keep his promise.

The exciting game was finally carried out fiercely amidst the beating of gongs and drums.

Monk Budu has seen all the vicissitudes of the world, so naturally he has no interest in these martial arts competitions in the world...

It's just, being entrusted by others, it's a matter of loyalty.

Monk Budu sat upright, watching the game very seriously.There was no expression on his face, neither happy nor sad, and he never even blinked his eyes.

Until he saw the candidates for the contest sent by Caiyue Pavilion, the sect of the rivers and lakes, Monk Budu's calm eyes like ancient wells suddenly opened wide...

The person in the audience was wearing a long black dress with a silk texture but fluttering sleeves. The long skirt lifted up under the mountain wind, and he was holding a black flute in his hand, which was very similar to the "Magic Flute of Acacia" , Monk Budu hurriedly looked at it, but unfortunately, this flute has no magic energy.

This person is slender, but curvy, and his curvaceous figure cannot be concealed under the long skirt.

Only the neck and hands are exposed from the whole body, just looking at the neck, it is fair and tender, with smooth lines, coupled with a sexy collarbone, both men and women want to take off his clothes and find out...

Those hands are even more indescribable, slender and delicate, with perfect finger shapes, as if they could be broken by blowing a bomb.

Just looking at these hands, it must be a magnificent beauty. These hands immediately attracted the attention of everyone present.

This person's jet-black hair is extremely elegant, and a jade hairpin tied his hair up high. Even so, the long hair fluttered with the wind, rippling the hearts of countless people present...

It's just a pity that a golden mask completely covered his appearance, making it impossible to tell whether this person is a man or a woman...

Under the golden mask, there is only a pair of eyes staring at the opponent like stars...

Caiyue Pavilion was originally one of the most mysterious sects in Jianghu. All the people in Caiyue Pavilion wore masks. This was the rule set by their pavilion master...

Moreover, it is said that there is no distinction between men and women in Caiyue Pavilion, and they are all addressed as brothers and sisters.

This person is the only son of the Pavilion Master of Caiyue Pavilion, but his gender has always been indistinguishable, and people in the world have always been talking about it.

Regardless of whether it is a man or a woman, one can see from his exquisite and perfect chin that this person's appearance must be as good as a fish and a wild goose, which is moving.

From then on, as soon as he entered the arena, Monk Budu's eyes never left him...

From this person's figure, there is a faint shadow of Lian Yue...

If so, how wonderful it would be...

Soon the competition began, and the son of Caiyue Pavilion's pavilion master was facing the well-known killer organization in the world - Blood Droplet.

The young master of the blood drop is about 20 years old. Although he is a killer organization, he is wearing a light blue fox fur coat, a purple gold crown on his head, and long hair scattered on his chest. .

However, it is said that people in the blood droplet are the best at changing appearances, and the young master of the blood droplet is standing in front of everyone so openly, and it may not be his true appearance.

It is rumored that the young master Xuedizi is very fierce, and that anyone who makes a move will kill someone within three moves, but no one knows his real name, but respectfully calls him "Blood Lord"...

Today, the young master of Caiyue Pavilion is facing the blood king of Xuedizi, and everyone is full of expectations...

After all, the young master of the Caiyue Pavilion is mysterious and unpredictable, and the Blood Droplet, the Blood King, is fiercely bloodthirsty, killing people without exception...

Everyone also secretly lamented their good luck that they didn't meet these two!

The contest started amidst the tense breathing of everyone...

The blood king's eyes are fierce, making people feel chills on the back of the spine just by looking at him. He doesn't have any weapons in his hands, and the fingertips of his hands become black and sharp as soon as he comes up, and he is as sharp as he is at the young master of the Caiyue Pavilion. Rush like a ghost...

And the sharp nails of those ten fingers stabbed straight at the snow-white neck of the young master of the Caiyue Pavilion like a sharp knife...

Everyone was sweating for the young master of the Caiyue Pavilion, but he was so calm that his feet changed into a strange position, and he easily avoided the blood king's blow by turning sideways...

However, the blood king's attack was more than that. The moment he was sideways by the young master of Caiyue Pavilion, his sharp fingertips went straight to his back...

Just when everyone thought that the young master of Caiyue Pavilion was about to be completely "cut out by a black tiger" by the blood king and would surely die, a miracle appeared...

The young master of Caiyue Pavilion disappeared in the same place like the wind in an instant, and then sent out a silver needle like ice, straight to the center of the blood king's eyebrow...

The fierceness in the blood king's eyes was even worse, he put his fingers together and flicked with internal force, and the silver needle instantly turned into powder...

Everyone held their breath, for fear of missing the wonderful duel between the two!

Then the blood king shot a strong internal force out of thin air from behind...

With a "bang", two equal forces collided in the air, tearing the air in the competition venue into a gap...

The young master of Caiyue Pavilion obviously didn't expect that it was his ghostly teleportation that would be spotted by the blood king. This person is really more difficult to deal with than imagined.

And the Blood King never expected that among his peers, no one had ever been able to survive three tricks under his hands!And this legendary and mysterious young master of Caiyue Pavilion has already faced him hundreds of moves in the blink of an eye, and the outcome is hard to tell...

Both of them stood with their hands behind their backs, their eyes facing each other, as if they were looking for the other's flaws in each other's eyes...

Time passed by every minute and every second, and even some spectators couldn't bear it anymore, and anxiously asked the elders in the sect: "Why don't they start fighting?"

Only Monk Budu who was sitting on the highest place frowned slightly, the two of them actually broke through their bodies and were fighting each other with their spiritual strength...

Unexpectedly, there are really people with profound cultivation in the human world, and the cultivation of the two of them has reached such a level, which really surprised Monk Budu...

However, whether this person is Lian Yue or not needs further confirmation...

The distance between the two is not too far, but the ground between them was torn apart roughly by some inexplicable force...

A twisted gully suddenly appeared!

"Good tricks!" There were many people who watched the competition with advanced cultivation, they all praised them unanimously, and at the same time secretly sweated for their own martial arts.

There was a loud "bang", and the two people in the contest flew upside down...

The young master of the Caiyue Pavilion was like catkins, spun a few times gracefully in the air, then held the flute in one hand, squatted on the ground, and there was obviously a hint of unsteadiness in his expression.

The Blood King rolled clumsily in the air several times before falling to the ground. Although he barely fell down with his hands on the ground, anyone with a discerning eye could tell that this round was won by the young master of the Caiyue Pavilion.

"You, you can admit defeat!" The voice of the young pavilion master of Caiyue Pavilion was silky and charming.

"You live through today before we talk about it!" The Blood King's eyes flashed coldly, and he flew away again towards the young master of the Caiyue Pavilion...

A trace of displeasure flashed in the eyes of the young master of Caiyue Pavilion, he turned the flute in his hand a little impatiently, and flew up at the same time, facing the blood king directly...

"Bang"!The Blood King was thrown upside down by the Master of the Caiyue Pavilion, and when everyone thought he had won, the Blood King fell to the ground and laughed, "You're dead!"