Fantasy: The opening one-dollar second kills the main godhead

An army of more than 30 million cultivators rushed towards the direction where the Qingshan Temple was located.

And Qingshan Temple has about three million monks.

At this moment, he was holding a martial arts stick or a zen staff, and his expression was firmly blocking the mighty army that could not see the edge.

Aren’t you afraid?

Just kidding, how can you not be afraid in the face of such a huge army of cultivators?

But even if you are afraid?

For these monks, Aoyama-ji Temple is their faith, Aoyama-ji Temple is their home, and Aoyama-ji Temple is the only one in their minds.

What if Aoyamaji Temple was destroyed?

What is the use of them living in the world?!!

“Guys.”

“Today, we will coexist with Qingshan Temple!!”

Suddenly.

In Qingshan Temple, the highest generation, surviving for tens of thousands of years, that face is full of wrinkles, cultivation is an old monk located in the realm of the two heavens of the Dao.

At the moment, he is dressed in a cassock.

Holding a bead in his left hand.

In his right hand, he holds a Zen staff that emits bursts of Buddha light.

Leaning over.

Trembling, walked out.

His eyes were full of determination and the look of not being afraid of death.

“I am waiting for the coexistence and death of Aoyamaji Temple!!!”

“I am waiting for the coexistence and death of Aoyamaji Temple!!!”

“I am waiting for the coexistence and death of Aoyamaji Temple!!!”

After the appearance of the old monk.

The more than three million monks of Qingshan Temple had a determined look on their faces, and their momentum soared again.

But does this really work?

For this question.

In the old monk’s heart, he actually already had a clear answer.

……

Soon.

After the order of Luo Heng, the current head of the Luo family, was issued.

An army of 30 million cultivators rushed towards Qingshan Temple one after another.

In an instant, the aura of killing rose into the sky.

“Sonorous!!”

“Sonorous!!”

“Sonorous!!”

The sound of the combat knife made of fine iron colliding with the martial arts stick made of fine iron continued to sound.

“Poof!!!”

The dull sound of knives touching flesh and blood.

It also appears from time to time in the battlefield.

Over time.

Just a moment later, Yin Hong’s blood stained Qingshan Temple a blood-red color.

The corpses of countless monks fell to the ground.

Trampled by the monks.

The strong smell of blood gradually spread around.

And with the smell of blood and blood scattered.

Countless cultivators gradually killed their red eyes.

Aoyamaji Temple.

Inside a palace.

At this moment, the lit candle flame is burning, and the light seems a little dim.

“Master.”

“The shouts of killing have already sounded, I am afraid that the army of the Luo family has already attacked my Qingshan Temple…”

Behind the old monk.

The young monk named Kong Wen frowned, and after hesitating for a moment, he finally spoke.

And the old monk who is the abbot of Qingshan Temple.

After hearing this.

First sighed.

Then, he slowly raised his head and looked at the precious Buddha statue made of the finest fairy stone in front of him.

It seems to be begging for something.

It seems to be thinking again.

Until a long time later.

The old monk finally slowly stood up from the futon, he walked to his apprentice’s side, hesitated for a moment, and handed over the seemingly tattered Zen staff in his hand and the seemingly tattered string of Buddha beads into Kong Wen’s hand.

Quite helpless.

“Let’s go…”

“Go to Lingbao Temple.”

“Lingbao Temple is the sacred place of Buddhism in my Eastern Wilderness Prefecture, if it is there, it will definitely keep you worry-free.”

“With your talent, you shouldn’t have fallen here.”

After speaking.

The old monk turned around again.

He sat down on the futon again, closed his eyes, and kept chanting the Buddhist sutras in his mouth.

And that is the first one of Aoyama-ji.

Old monk disciple.

Smelling empty, I couldn’t help but sour the tip of my nose, and a touch of sadness flashed in my eyes.

But soon, he took his master’s Buddha beads and the seemingly tattered Zen staff, directly pushed open the door of the palace, and rushed towards the outside of Qingshan Temple.

Because, as the first seat of Aoyamaji Temple, the air is very clear.

I can’t be willful at this time.

Staying here, there is only one way to die, and if he escapes and goes to the Lingbao Temple, the sacred land of the Buddha Gate in the Eastern Wilderness Prefecture, he still has a chance to avenge his master.

Therefore, it is clear which is more important than the other.

……

“Demon, dare to break into the place of my Qingshan Temple Buddha Gate and suffer death!!”

Inside Aoyama-ji Temple.

The old monk with a wrinkled face, a thin figure, and a slight sword.

See what you see behind the scenes.

Finally, couldn’t help it.

I saw that after he let out a low cry, his hands were folded, and a golden Buddha condensed by the power of faith suddenly appeared behind him.

“[Hyaku-Shiki Buddha Hand]!!”

The voice fell.

The old monk, his left and right hands made one strange movement after another.

And the golden giant Buddha behind him.

Then they put on one action after another.

In an instant, what could be felt was that a terrifying Buddha power soared out of the scene, and the golden light shining on the golden giant Buddha also soared.

“It’s the [Hundred Styles Buddha Hand] who is bitterly guarding the old-timers!!”

“If you quit the old-timers to make a move, maybe… There is still hope for our Aoyamaji Temple!!! ”

After feeling that terrifying Buddha power.

A monk raised his head and looked at the huge golden Buddha, and couldn’t help but be surprised.

“yes!”

“This [Hundred Styles Buddha Hand] is the secret technique of my Qingshan Temple Formation Temple, which is located in the rank of the ultimate immortal level.”

“If this [Hundred Styles Buddha Hand] comes out.”

“Perhaps, the end of our Qingshan Temple will not necessarily be destroyed by the Luo family!!!”

There were also monks who felt the huge Buddha power.

Say so.

Even, it was because of the old monk’s bitter vows of that Qingshan Temple, and the appearance of that immortal-level ultimate secret technique [Hundred Styles Buddha Hand].

There are only more than two million Buddhist disciples left in Qingshan Temple.

There was a light called hope in their eyes.

However……

Is there really hope to come?

Qingshan Temple, can really survive the attack of the Luo family? ?

The result is already preordained!!!

……

The ultimate immortal-level secret technique [Hundred Styles Buddha Hand] came out.

The momentum of the Buddhist disciples of Qingshan Temple soared again.

However, it was not yet waiting for the [Hyaku-Shi Buddha Hand] to really fight out.

The Luo family camp side.

Suddenly, there was a monk dressed in a black robe with a sharp scimitar tied around his waist, stepping on the void, and his body was filled with the realm of enlightenment.

He was holding his right hand high.

On his right hand, a pinch of flame suddenly ignited, and a moment later, the flames formed a huge red flame giant axe.

The monk shouted.

“Old bald, don’t be too arrogant!!”

“[Kaitian Yan Axe], go !!!”

The monk operated the terrifying immortal power of the realm of Dao Perfection in his body.

With a wave of his right hand, he slashed in the direction where the old monk was.

“The realm of preaching perfection??”

After feeling the breath that far surpassed his own cultivation.

Bitter ring, his expression froze a little.

But he still maintained his movements.

The ultimate immortal-level secret technique [Hundred Styles Buddha Hand] also shot out, and the power seemed extremely terrifying.

Merely……

Under that crimson flame giant axe that was hundreds of meters in size.

The [Hyaku-Shi Buddha Hand] was split in half in an instant.

Immortal power spreads around.

Slowly, disappear into this world.

And the crimson flame giant Buddha that split the [Hundred Styles Buddha Hand] was still slashing in the direction where the Qingshan Temple and the old monk were.

“Boom !!!”

Moment.

That crimson color, hundreds of meters in size of the flame giant axe fell.

The golden Buddha giant behind the old monk.

In front of the Flame Giant Buddha, it was shattered and vulnerable.

Aoyamaji?

That huge, tens of thousands of miles of area, under the terrifying power of this flame giant Buddha, was also split in half in an instant, and fell into an endless sea of fire.

“Master of Bitter Ring, Master of Bitter Ring has fallen…”

“What to do?”

“What are we going to do next??”

Until this moment.

Finally, the defense line in the monk’s heart was broken.

The look of determination on his face was no more.

Yes, only the look full of fear.

“It’s over…”

“It’s all over…”

“God is not fair, God is not fair!!”

“My Qingshan Temple, the pure land of the Buddha Gate, was attacked by the Demon Dao family and the Luo family today, it really is heaven that does not open my eyes!!!

There are monks.

Tilting his head, his expression was full of sorrow and indignation, complaining to God.

“Buddha…”

“O omnipotent Buddha, open your eyes!!”

“Your believers are being slaughtered, your believers are in the midst of a fire, are you not willing to show up and destroy those demons for the sake of us devout believers?”

And monks.

Such a grumbling.

But can their so-called Buddha really hear?

Can it really appear here??

No kidding!

……

“This war should also be over…”

Outside Aoyama-ji Temple.

At a certain height, Luo Heng was squinting his eyes slightly.

Gaze, the so-called Aoyamaji, whispered.

“Just push it sideways, don’t waste time!!”

And as Luo Heng’s voice fell.

Behind him, several black-robed cultivators who had been standing disappeared one after another.

Only the cultivator who had realized the realm of the Seven Heavens remained.

Guarding Luo Heng, the current head of the Luo family.

“After this battle, the entire Wuji Dao Domain will also be controlled by my Luo family.”

“The fall of Aoyamaji.”

“The fall of tens of billions of Buddhist believers.”

“Are these decisions of mine really true??”

This moment.

In Luo Heng’s heart, the last remaining trace of kindness to others appeared in his mind again.

Constantly questioning himself.

However, this time, the idea formed by that kindness did not make Luo Heng waver in the slightest.

Because for him, the current head of the Luo family.

Any force or living being that stands in the way of the Luo family and hinders the development of the Luo family must die, and there will be no second choice!!!

……

Over time.

About three hours later, Aoyamaji Temple was washed in blood.

Luo Heng, the current head of the Luo family, was slowly walking towards a certain red and yellow palace with more than twenty fairy cultivators at this moment.

Because he is the abbot of Aoyamaji Temple.

It’s in this palace.

“Old monk, did you ever think about your end?”

Push open the closed door of the palace.

Luo Heng said such a thing.

Many strengths in the Wuji Dao Domain, Luo Heng has given them opportunities.

Leave?

Survivable!!

Submit to?

Survivable!!

Put up a desperate struggle? Then there is only one result, and death is certain!!!

However, even under such circumstances, Qingshan Temple still resided firmly in the Infinity Dao Domain, as if the Dangluo family did not exist.

This made Luo Heng, who was the current head of the Luo family.

Some are not very comfortable.

“Result?”

“Do you mean death?”

“As a human being, who can not die??”

“Even that ancestor of your Luo family will face death in the future just like I do now!!!

Said.

The old monk was silent for a moment.

Then he said.

“Junior of the Luo family, do you know the huge power of the Buddha Sect?”

“Do you know that the seemingly unfathomable ancestor of your Luo family is still as unbearable as an ant in front of my true Buddha sect??”

“Do you know that even beings who have attained the divine position must bow their heads before my Buddhist sect???

“The junior of the Luo family…”

“You’re ignorant!!!!

The old monk sitting cross-legged on the futon smiled.

He laughed wildly.

Even, there were several cultivators behind him who were comparable to him, and several cultivators whose cultivation was far superior to him.

The old monk was already calm.

It seems that it does not die in general.

“Call me ignorant?”

After hearing the words of the old monk in front of him.

Luo Heng was originally in a good mood.

Suddenly, it became a little chaotic.

Buddha Gate?

My ancestor of the Luo family is still as unbearable as an ant in the eyes of the Buddha Sect??

Even beings who have attained the throne of God must bow their heads before the Buddha Gate???

After a moment of silence.

Luo Heng slowly walked out of the palace, his brows furrowed.

I am thinking about these questions.

In the palace, among the more than thirty cultivators, a cultivator from the realm of enlightenment stepped forward.

Slowly raised the scimitar in his hand that was flashing with cold light.

Cut towards the old monk’s neck.

“Poof…”

Some dull voices sounded.

Yin red blood suddenly splattered out, and the old monk’s head also fell to the ground at this moment, slowly rolling.

“At the moment of death, did you not resist??”

Outside the palace.

Luo Heng, breathing in the slightly bloody smell of air.

Once again there was silence.

However, just a moment later, he jerked his head up, as if he had thought of something.

“The first of the Qingshan Temple, disappeared??”

Until this moment.

Luo Heng, just wanted to understand everything.

It turned out that the old monk just wanted to disturb his thoughts so that his apprentice, the first one of Qingshan Temple, could escape the encirclement of the Luo family.

And the so-called Buddha Gate?

Even if it is really powerful, what is the use?

Didn’t Qingshan Temple still be destroyed by the Luo family, and didn’t the so-called true Buddha still not come?

This is enough to prove a lot of things.