In Seclusion for 10,000 Years, The Descendants Come to the Door at the Start

Glancing at the old monk, Lin Yichen shook his hand lightly and released the blood-haired man in his palm.

"Master, Master!!"

The blood-haired man saw the white-clothed figure in front of him that was exactly the same as before.

At this moment, he suddenly cried heartbreakingly, unable to control himself.

"Master! It's really you!"

"How many years, how many years, every day, every night, I miss the days in the Great Wilderness."

"I want to stay in the Great Wilderness all the time, listen carefully to what you have to say, Master, and don't burst out murderous, don't lose my temper, and don't get into conflicts with senior brothers and sisters!"

"But, I can't, I have already committed boundless killings outside, I am afraid to go back and bring trouble to you, so I can only go far away!"

The blood-haired man said, tears streaming down his face.

At this moment, he doesn't have the appearance of the devil before, like a wanderer who misses his hometown and his relatives.

At the end, the blood-haired man knelt on the ground with a thud, and said in a hoarse voice: "Unworthy disciple Ming Jue, after ten thousand years, I will worship Master again!"

At this moment, the entire Buddhist temple was terrifyingly silent.

Everyone was so stunned by this scene that they didn't react at all.

The blood-haired man Ming Jue, in their impression, is a vicious and vicious big devil, who refuses to accept the heaven and the earth, and is extremely unrestrained.

Even if he was suppressed by the abbot, he never surrendered and was extremely arrogant.

But such a person, today, knelt in front of the young man in white.

And the name of the blood-haired man Ming Jue to the young man in white made their scalps go numb.

Master!

Master of Demons!

That must be a legend, big devil!

"Donor, it's really unfortunate that you have such a devil disciple."

The old monk put his hands together and bowed slightly, with a dignified look in his compassionate eyes.

With his current strength close to a demigod, the fate of all creatures here is as clearly visible as the lines on his palm.

Even the blood-haired man Ming Jue is the same.

but.

The young man in white in front of him, under his induction, is a vast expanse, as if hundreds of millions of galaxies are not enough to describe one ten thousandth of it.

"My disciple, is it your turn to speak too?"

Lin Yichen's eyes swept across, the world seemed to be dark, and it was unbearable.

Swept away by this light, the old monk's original dignified emotions became stronger again.

On the surface, however, his emotions remained unmoved, and he nodded and said, "All sentient beings are suffering. Every time the old monk thinks about it, he feels pain in his heart. The disciples of fellow Daoists are also sentient beings."

After he finished speaking, he lowered his eyes, his compassion was even more abundant, and there seemed to be tears.

With this acting skill, I am afraid that whichever actor comes, will be willing to bow down and call me an expert!

As he spoke, the old monk was standing in front of him with one hand and slowly spread out the other.

The world in the palm of his hand, billions of Buddha lands, and vast galaxies are all within three inches of the palm of his hand.

With Lin Yichen's eyes, it can be seen that there are countless believers worshipping devoutly, fanatical and happy.

"Everyone in the world is crying, obsessed, and seeing the disciples of the donor sink into a sea of ​​misery, the old monk can't bear it."

"Fart!" The blood-haired man Ming Jue was furious and furious.

"It's a fart indeed."

Lin Yichen nodded, "It's disgusting to stand up and down again."

As he spoke, he saw his palm slightly stretched out and slowly opened.

humming--!!

A ray of brilliance bloomed, swaying with wisps of ripples.

In his slender palms, chaos evolves, stars flow, and the world is born.

As his palm slowly opened, a world appeared in his hands.

Among them, there are thousands of mountains and rivers, picturesque, sunrise and sunset, and hundreds of millions of living beings.

There are four seasons of inexorable flowers, and the scenery of the Eight Heroes of Changchun.

There are also Garam whispering, Arhats discussing the Buddha, and countless beings chanting sutras and paying homage to the Buddha.

But it is, the world in the palm of your hand!

In just a moment, Lin Yichen's palm, the world in one's palm also appeared!

"This is........."

The old monk was incomparably moved, and he immediately recognized that in the palm of the opponent's hand, it was in his hand, the world in the palm of his hand!

He can even see that side of the world, Gu Tuo Temple!

Silently, the young man in white in front of him took away the world in his palm with his backhand.

The background of the whole Gutuo Temple!

In an instant, if the entire Buddhist temple is within three inches of the foundation, this kind of power, even him, will be horrified!

This, what a terrifying existence this is!

"Master......"

Next to him, the blood-haired man Ming Jue was also dumbfounded.

My heart couldn't help but heaving and surging.

At the click of a finger, the Buddhist temple is in the palm of his hand, and this kind of demeanor is simply appalling.

"This is my master!"

In addition to being shocked, Ming Jue was also full of blood boiling.

"Your Buddhist way, that's all."

Lin Yichen just moved his palm slightly.

The old monk suddenly felt that the sky and the earth were dark, and one palm covered the sky and the sun, covering the ten directions, oppressing the eight wastes.

All the changes in the void, the circulation of ten thousand paths, are all suppressed by one palm!

In an instant, the old monk felt that he was held in the palm of the big hand and fell into the vast sea of ​​stars, like a meteorite.

fell on the boundless earth.

"Since you imprisoned my disciple with the world in your palm, then I will use the way of others to repay the body of others. If you can jump out of my palm, what if you will spare you?"

The rumbling sound, like the roar of the avenues of heaven and earth, resounded over the world in the palm of your hand, covering hundreds of millions of galaxies!

Ming Jue saw from the side that his master turned between his palms and suppressed the old monk in the palm of his hand, sucking in the cold air in his heart.

His master, in his impression, is peaceful and gentle, and he has hardly ever seen him make a move.

But, I didn't expect it to be so domineering.

As soon as they disagreed, the old monk who was comparable to a demigod was suppressed!

"Abbot!"

Everything happened too fast, and when the monks around them reacted, everything was over.

Just when they were about to rush over, they saw a big stick falling from the sky, and a monkey with a golden armour appeared.

"Eat my grandson!"

the other side.

The god of Erlang Yang Jian holds a three-pointed and two-edged spear, and the eyes of the sky bloom with infinite brilliance, pressing across all directions, "I am Yang Jian, I will destroy the Buddha today!"

"you............"

Ming Jue heard 'My old grandson' and 'Yang Jian' in his ears, and his face was shocked and shocked.

"Bi Ma Wen Sun Wukong, the demoted justice god Yang Jian?"

It's okay if he didn't open his mouth, as soon as he opened his mouth, Sun Wukong and Yang Jian, who were about to kill the Quartet, almost broke the defense.

f*ck, which pot can't be opened and lifted, right?