Starting off with Old Deng about to die? Have you really become the Dao Ancestor?!

"The donor's return to the embrace of my Buddha can save you from death and reach the right shore!" Dragon Subduing Arhat said coldly, with unquestionable majesty in his tone.

At this moment, a calm voice suddenly came from above: "That's interesting. Are the Ten Thousand Buddhas Temple and the Monster Clan united together?"

"What a great show."

Hearing this voice, Dragon Subduing Arhat's expression suddenly changed, he immediately retracted his hand, turned around and looked upward.

I saw a blue figure looking down at several people and a demon. The blue figure was surrounded by wisps of sword light, as majestic as the master of the sword.

It was Tianyuan Sword Saint, Chen Lin’s Taoist deity.

The Dragon Subduing Arhat's eyes fell on the visitor, and his pupils shrank sharply, but in an instant, a compassionate smile appeared on his face.

He clasped his hands together, bowed respectfully to Tianyuan Sword Master, and murmured in a low voice: "Amitabha, thank you Sword Master for seriously injuring this monster, so that we can successfully capture it."

"Now, we are going to bring this monster back to Buddhism and have it judged by the Buddha himself."

While thanking him, he cleverly pointed out the fate of the man in red robe, implying that the sword master could not kill him.

The Subduing Dragon Arhat knew in his heart that the purpose of Tianyuan Sword Master's trip must be to kill the red-robed man.

Therefore, he must take a stand on the matter.

Hearing this, the Taoist god responded calmly: "Actually, I have been here from the beginning."

These words were like a huge stone thrown into a calm lake, instantly making the Dragon Subduing Arhat's expression darken.

He didn't expect that the Sword Master had been secretly observing.

The Dragon Subduing Arhat couldn't help but glance at the man in red robe, and cursed in his heart: He didn't know how to clean up the traces when he ran away, damn it!

He immediately turned his head and looked at Tianyuan Sword Master with ice-like eyes: "Why did the Sword Master come here this time?"

There was unquestionable majesty in his tone, and a strong sense of oppression emanated from his body.

The Taoist god's eyes fell on the man in red robe. As if he saw a life-saving straw, the man in red robe hurriedly said: "If the sword master can save my life, I am willing to tell everything I know."

A cold light flashed in the eyes of the Dragon Subduing Arhat, and murderous intent suddenly arose. He angrily shouted: "You monster, how dare you disturb our human race, you deserve death!" Before he could finish his words, he slapped the man in red robe on the head with his palm.

However, a ray of sword energy suddenly passed through and struck hard in front of him, stopping the action.

The Taoist gods calmly asked: "Why is this Arhat?"

The Dragon-Subduing Arhat looked ferocious at the moment. Since the Sword Master already knew everything, there was no need to hide it anymore.

He immediately shouted to the other two monks: "Kill him!"

When the two monks heard this, they immediately started to take the life of the man in red robe.

At this moment, the sword light flashed in the eyes of the Taoist god, and two sword energy flew out instantly, piercing the eyebrows of the two monks accurately.

Before they could react, they fell to the ground dead.

When the man in red robe saw this, he was overjoyed. The restraints were released and he immediately regained his strength.

However, before he could escape, he felt a breath of death enveloped his heart.

At some point, four sharp swords were surrounded by them, their tips flashing with cold light, pointing directly at the man in red robes.

The red-robed man's face instantly stiffened, and the scene was extremely tense and tense.

Seeing the brutal death of two monks, the Arhat who subdued the Dragon was furious like a volcano erupting. He turned around suddenly, his eyes like torches, looked directly at the Taoist gods, and asked angrily: "Sword Master, are you trying to make an enemy of the entire western Buddhist temple?"

His voice exploded like thunder, full of unquestionable majesty.

"You kill my fellow Buddhists. Even if you, the Sword Master, are invincible in the middle stage of the Three Desires, you will still die in the end!" The voice of the Dragon Subduing Arhat contained endless killing intent.

Faced with the accusations of the Dragon Subduing Arhat, the eyes of the Taoist gods were always fixed on him, and his tone was calm and firm: "Even so, if this matter is made public, how can Buddhism resist the long-term talk of the world?"

As soon as he finished speaking, a white sword flashing with cold light suddenly condensed in the palm of the Taoist god's hand.

The Dragon-Subduing Arhat laughed back angrily, with a cold voice: "Okay, okay, today I will let this Arhat experience the strength of the Tianyuan Sword Master and see if you really live up to your reputation!".

Before he finished speaking, the figure of the Subduing Dragon Arhat had already flashed out like lightning. A golden Zen staff appeared in his hand and then swayed out a stream of Buddha's light, heading straight for the Taoist gods.

A cold light flashed in the eyes of the Taoist god, and he waved the white sword in his hand. The sword energy was like a rainbow penetrating the sun, instantly neutralizing the attack of the Dragon Subduing Arhat.

The two met and immediately fell into a fierce battle.

The Dragon-Subduing Arhat Zen Staff dances, the Buddha's light shines brightly, and every blow contains the power to destroy the heaven and the earth.

They are all carefully controlling their power to avoid spreading to the outside world.

The Taoist gods' sword skills are superb, their sword energy is vertical and horizontal, and every counterattack is extremely accurate, which is breathtaking.

During the battle, the two figures intertwined, and the Buddha's light and sword energy intertwined, forming a gorgeous picture.

The Arhat who subdued the dragon became more and more brave in the battle. The Buddha's light on the Zen staff was as dazzling as the scorching sun. He roared in anger, which shook the world, and displayed the unique Buddhist skill "Eighteen Palms of Subduing the Dragon".

Every time a palm is struck, the wind from the palm rolls, like a real dragon descending, unstoppable and unparalleled in power.

However, in the face of the fierce offensive of the Dragon-Subduing Arhat, the Taoist gods still maintained a calm expression, and the white sword in their hands danced freely, defusing the Dragon-Subduing Arhat's attacks one by one, as if they were peeling off a cocoon with ease.

Just as the Dragon-Subduing Arhat was attacking continuously, the Taoist deity suddenly sneered, and the sword force suddenly changed. The sword light poured down like a torrential rain, instantly covering the Dragon-Subduing Arhat in a sword curtain.

. The Dragon-Subduing Arhat had a solemn expression, and his Zen staff danced rapidly, trying to resist this powerful sword force, but under this shocking sword light, he still seemed powerless after all.

A sword light broke through the Dragon-Subduing Arhat's defense, like a sharp blade cutting through silk, cutting his shoulder, and the blood instantly dyed the monk's robe red, like a blooming red lotus, shocking.

The Dragon-Subduing Arhat cried out in pain, and his body retreated violently, with a deep unwillingness and shock in his eyes.

The Taoist deity did not pursue the victory, but put away the sword and stood, looking at the Dragon-Subduing Arhat with indifference, and said calmly.

"Didn't the Arhat want to test my strength? Why are you retreating now?" The words revealed disdain and ridicule for the Dragon-Subduing Arhat.

Arhat Jianglong covered his shoulder, a trace of viciousness flashed in his eyes. He was no match for Tianyuan Sword Saint.

But he believed that the other party would not dare to take his life easily, because his death would bring endless troubles and consequences.

"Let me go this time, and we will not blame each other for the past." Arhat Jianglong looked at the Taoist God with fear and spoke gloomily, trying to get away with it.

However, the Taoist God did not waver at all because he knew that if he let Arhat Jianglong leave today, it would cause trouble.

So, when Arhat Jianglong just finished speaking, the Taoist God swung his sword again.

This time, the Taoist God no longer held back, and the sword light swung out like a silk thread, directly hitting Arhat Jianglong's vitals.

Although Arhat Jianglong was injured, he was still full of fighting spirit. He endured the severe pain and swept the Zen stick across, trying to block this fatal blow.

However, the sword light turned, bypassing Arhat Jianglong's defense like a swimming dragon, and pierced his heart.

Arhat Jianglong stared with his eyes wide open, watching the sword light approaching, but he could not dodge.

At this critical moment, he suddenly shouted, and the Buddha light on his body surged, and he actually took the sword of the Taoist god regardless of everything.

The sword light pierced Arhat Jianglong's body like a wave, and blood splashed out like a fountain, and bright blood flowers bloomed in the air. At this moment, the Buddha light dimmed, as if swallowed by the sword light.

Under the fierce impact of the sword light, Arhat Jianglong's body lost its balance, like a kite with its line cut, flying backwards powerlessly.

His body drew an arc in the air, and finally fell heavily to the ground, making a dull sound, with no breath, and the spark of life was extinguished at this moment.

The Taoist god slowly put away the sword in his hand, looked at the corpse of Arhat Jianglong with indifference, without a trace of fluctuation in his eyes.