One summer, the Blood Demon Clan entered a child. He was the youngest disciple. He had only one task to clean up all the debris in the Blood Demon Clan, wash all the clothes, and clean them.

His master is an extremely powerful old monster in the Blood Demon Clan, but until the Blood Demon Clan was destroyed after the end of the Demon Slaying War, the child did not learn any of the skills of the Blood Demon Clan.

He hid under his master's bed and escaped for a disaster and became the last orphan of the Blood Demon clan.

His name is Xing Chanzi.

On the battlefield, the blood light in Xing Chanzi's hand became dimmer and dimmer. The golden light transformed from the golden body covered the entire underworld, and its momentum became stronger and stronger.

We held our breath and stared at this battlefield without daring to relax for a moment.

The blood light was still collapsing, and Xing Chanzi's face was sweating all over his face, so he could not resist it. The power of subduing dragons was against the will of heaven. Even if he had three lifetimes of cultivation, he was still the true Buddha's cultivation, and it was not something in the world that could resist it.

"Ah, hold me back on my bloody hands!"

Xing Chanzi tried his best to inspire the blood-red spiritual energy in his hand, and the spiritual energy continued to rush into the red blood light in the battle.

However, the effect is minimal.

"I can't die, I can't die! Master, save me, master save me!"

Xing Chanzi looked like crazy, and his hands were swinging violently. He raised his head and looked at the earth in the underworld, muttering.

"Namo Amitabha."

Master Kongjing shouted the Buddha's name again, and with a wave of his sleeve, the golden Buddha light suddenly bloomed, and the golden light shone brightly.

Then, on the battlefield, the blood light immediately collapsed, and the golden light suddenly pressed over, covering the crazy Xing Zezi in an instant.

The bloody hand made a sound of "Ziz..." in the golden light, and then slowly turned into blood drops on the ground, disappearing.

And Xing Zenzi had completely lost his mind. He stood in the golden Buddha light and muttered to himself.

"Master, Master, why are your houses so tall? They are taller than the old trees at the entrance of our village."

"Master, can you pass on my spell today?"

"Master, my disciple's miscellaneous items have been completed today. I wonder if the master will be able to pass on my magic?"

"Master, Xing Chanzi has done all the miscellaneous items today, so I will take it back first."

I don’t know why Xing Chanzi is crazy, maybe it’s because the blood hand is too domineering, or maybe it’s because he is too sad.

Bai Fan stood beside me and said softly: "Xing Chanzi is the last orphan of the Blood Demon Clan. Historical records show that in the battle of slaughtering demons, the Blood Demon Clan was tragically destroyed, and only one young man who had been in the school for 10 years was spared. This young man was Xing Chanzi. Then, Xing Chanzi had countless names, walked in the world, learned various skills, and finally reached the realm of half-immortals, but became a disciple of the Hun Motian, and was also a miserable person. Back then, in the Blood Demon Clan, he was just an outer disciple who was adopted on the mountain. He was blatant and bullied by others, but he never betrayed the Blood Demon Clan. The only spell he knew about the Blood Demon Clan was the blood hand that he saw as a stealer. I think that if he had not obtained the true teachings of the Blood Demon Clan, he would not have been able to produce many forbidden techniques of the Blood Demon Clan, who would win and lose in one battle today. "

I watched Xing Chanzi standing in the golden light, with tears on my face, stretched my hands towards the sky, and chanting the name of the master.

In this life, Xing Chanzi betrayed too many sects, learned too many magic tricks, and became a rebel too many times.

However, in his life, the only one who never forgets the first master back then was that the Blood Demon Clan did not betray him, and only he could not do the magic of the Blood Demon Clan. Only the Blood Demon Clan was regarded as his home, even if it was a cold home.

At this moment, I suddenly said in my heart: Tiegong, you are my master, it's great.

A golden light swept past, and Xing Zenzi's figure gradually dissipated in the golden light.

He was originally a disciple of the Hunshi Tian, ​​but now he has disappeared. I am afraid that no one in this world will send him off, no one will recite, and no one will worry about him.

However, Master Kongjing did not return, and he actually recited the "Amitabha Sutra" on this battlefield.

The ethereal sound echoed on the underworld, and the Buddhist scriptures sounded reassuring.

But I didn't expect that after the battle between the two people who were fighting for life and death, Kong Jing would recite sutras and save him. The master's realm was indeed beyond the reach of a junior like me.

"Monkey, I'm so annoying. I'll meet you masters in the world of Taoism!"

At this moment, there was only one person who could say this, Wufang. The guy who watched the star Zen master die from beginning to end now jumped out.

"Why didn't the donor just help? If the donor rescued, perhaps Xingchanzi donor wouldn't have gone west."

Kong Jing asked calmly.

"Why should I save him? When he dies, my status in front of the adults will be greatly improved. I still wish he died."

He waved the paper fan without any sign, and his eyebrows were proud.

"It is really a sin to be serious when the donor acts like this."

Kong Jing continued.

"Sinful?"

Wufang suddenly burst into laughter.

"I'm afraid there are no 10,000 people I've ever killed, but 5,000. So what if I have a serious sin! Who can do anything to me within this underworld!"

Wufang laughed freely while talking, his laughter filled with arrogance.

“Hey.”

Master Kongjing sighed, stepped forward, and wanted to take action again.

But this time, someone came out behind me, and seemed to not want Kongjing to show off.

This time he came out of the two Dharma kings of Tantric Buddhism!

The Dharma King is an extremely noble existence of Tantric Buddhism. Not only is it said that the magic power is high, but it is also a backbone force.

This time, in order to repay my love, Tantra sent two Dharma kings, but I was unexpected.

Although neither of these two Dharma Kings has reached the semi-immortal realm, they are obviously a person with many battles. At this moment, they are afraid that they have the confidence to deal with Wu Fang, a semi-immortal master.

"Since you two are going to fight, I naturally want to let you go."

Master Kongjing returned gracefully on the lotus petals, just as calm and composed as when he came out of the formation.

The two Dharma kings of Tantric Buddhism, one is called Ke Luo and the other is called Saqian.

Ke Luo is relatively tall, about 1.8 meters tall, very burly, and his hands feel very strong.

Sha Qian looks short, but when he walks, he secretly matches the world.

In my opinion, these two are not simple.

"The Dharma King of Tantric Buddhism? I haven't killed anyone from Tantric Buddhism for many years."

Wu Fang licked his lips, murder showed in his eyes, and played with paper fan in his hand, paced in place.

"There is no way to donor, and it's the shore to turn back."

Sha Qian spoke in a way that he was unable to persuade him.

"Shaqian, how can such a dirty person turn back? When we take him, we will penetrate him into the Abi Channel and reincarnate as a human being."

Ke Luo was very angry, and his expression was a bit like the power of Vajra when he was angry.

"What a proud and arrogant Dharma King. I'm afraid he's practicing magic tricks. I'm about to understand how powerful the Tantric Buddhism is now."

After Wufang finished speaking, he started to do it directly!

He walked forward a few steps, and the paper fan in his hand suddenly opened and swung forward. I immediately saw that the entire underworld began to break, revealing cracks and gullies.

The cracks were bottomless and there were as many as several.

"I have no way to call you to wake up in the wandering souls buried deep in the underworld."

As Wu Fang finished speaking, I suddenly saw countless walking corpses crawling out of the countless gullies!

I didn't know that countless dead zombies were buried deep in the underworld.

The zombies roared one by one, rushing to climb to the ground, stepping on the shoulders of the other. Some of these zombies even lost their heads, and some had a hole in their stomachs.

"Aren't you going to throw me into Avici Hell? Now I'm showing an Avici Hell in front of you, but it's not you who sent me in, it's me who sent you in."

Wu Fang waved the paper fan, and the zombies all roared to the sky, and a cold light flashed in their eyes.

Then, he turned around suddenly and began to rush towards the two Dharma kings of Tantric Buddhism.

The charge of tens of thousands of zombies brought huge dust on the ground.

This is different from the previous military spirits, the zombies are even more shocking.

These zombies crawled over while roaring.

These monsters had only one thing in mind, tearing apart the two living people in front of them.

"Hey, Ke Luo, let's send these zombies together."

Saqian shook his head and sighed.

“It should have been.”
Chapter completed!