"Dharma old bald donkey is dead, I will vent my anger on you!"
These quasi-sage powerful men have been imprisoned in Buddhist prisons for countless years. They are too depressed and have too much loneliness and hatred in their hearts. And these negative emotions need to be vented, vented crazily!
"Bang!"
A total of tens of thousands of wild elephants and powerful bull demons collided crazily with a group of quasi-sage powerful men without any reservation. They were extremely violent, extremely arrogant, and extremely domineering!
"Beast, take the attack!" Li Qingquan, who was rushing at the front of the crowd, was furious and filled with endless killing aura. The green jade pure essence made him look like a peerless god of death.
"call out!"
He held a spear in his hand and thrust it into the body of a wild elephant without looking.
"bass!"
A foul-smelling arrow of blood spurted out from the body of the wild elephant. It howled miserably and fell to the ground. It died completely and completely!
The person who was biting tightly behind Li Qingquan was Zhan Long, the leader of the Xiantian Dragon Clan in the Second Era. He licked his dry lips and said: "Second Young Master! Leave things like this to us. You'd better go to Young Master Let’s take a rest, we will attack those stinky bald donkeys later, so it’s better to save some real energy!”
Li Qingquan wiped off the blood splashed on his face and said nonchalantly: "I said, Lao Zhan, after such a long time, I have finally been able to let go and kill, and you still don't want me to kill enough? A man should be a murderer. !”
Zhan Long was stunned, then laughed loudly and said: "Hahaha, the creatures in my Pangu world are indeed fierce! What a man to kill..."
"Wrong, it's a beast!" The dragon-bearded tiger fell from the sky to the side of the two of them and said jokingly.
"Yes, it's a beast!" He kicked a powerful bull demon that rushed to his side to the ground, and Li Qingquan also laughed.
"Okay, no more nonsense! Let's fight quickly!" The dragon-bearded tiger floated up, and when his hands changed, the greenery was bright.
"Life plunder!"
"Whoosh, whoosh. Whoosh!"
After devouring the second law of life, the dragon-bearded tiger's ability to plunder life seems to have gained more changes. The power of plundering, which originally only played a supporting role, seems to be able to directly absorb the vitality of living beings.
Dozens of emerald-green light groups burst out from the pair of dragon horns on the head of the dragon-bearded tiger, flying towards the head of the elephant-headed Heavenly Spirit Cap, and returned as soon as they were touched.
These returning green light clusters are richer and purer. If you look carefully, you can still find small elephants that have shrunk countless times. They are constantly jumping and struggling in the light clusters.
"call out!"
The dragon-bearded tiger swallowed these light balls into his mouth, burped comfortably, and said: "Ugh! Such pure life force!"
Li Qingquan looked up at the sky. Seeing a golden light spot appearing at the end of the sky, he shook his head speechlessly and said: "Stop enjoying yourself and get rid of them quickly. The bald donkeys over there are already here!"
"howl!"
"Moo!"
"Hahaha, kill, kill..."
A group of peak Da Luo Jinxian, and occasionally a few ferocious beasts in the early stage of Quasi-Saints, fighting against more than a hundred Quasi-Saints? It's like hitting a stone with an egg.
This is a massacre, without any mercy, and no one will show mercy. The entire West Pole is filled with blood and mist, the fishy smell is rising into the sky, and corpses are flying everywhere!
The killing continued, but the howling sounds had completely disappeared. All the ferocious beasts were mercilessly killed by them, and the entire secret place of the Buddhist sect became a bloodshed, filled with evil spirits and resentment.
"Whoosh!"
The golden light spots in the distant sky are getting closer and closer, and the rich power of Buddha illuminates half of the sky with golden light, like double suns across the sky.
Finally, these points of light descended on the bloody and crimson land of the West.
They are a group of monks wearing gray robes, with about 20,000 people. Each of them has a cultivation level of Daluo Jinxian or above. The leaders are even two powerful men in the middle stage of sub-sage.
I saw that the two sub-sages were only six feet tall. They were both skinny and with withered faces. One of them had a long, snow-white beard that hung down to his lower abdomen. The other had a short stubble all over his face.
"Which Zhongtian world do you come from? Why are you conquering my Endless Buddha Realm for no reason?" Standing at the front, two bearded old monks among the sub-sages scolded with cold voices.
Li Qingming ignored him, but said to Jia She behind him: "Jia She, do you know these two old bald donkeys?"
Jia She frowned and looked at them for a while, then said: "They look familiar, but I just can't remember where I saw them!"
Li Qingming patted Jiashe on the shoulder and said: "It doesn't matter, just forget it if you can't remember it! These two old guys are both powerful in the middle stage of Yasheng. When they start to attack, you should avoid them!"
"You are still in the middle stage of the sub-sage!" The three brothers Jiashe were startled and said: "Sir, are you really a powerful person in the middle stage of the sub-sage?"
"Qingming is right, it's the middle stage of the Sub-Sage!" Yin Xi took over the conversation and said.
"Really! The Lord Buddha and the great elder of the Venerable Temple are hidden too deep! There are actually two powerful men in the sub-sage stage." Kasyapa murmured to himself, with a serious expression on his face.
"Damn it, I remembered it!" Suddenly Ananda shouted and said: "Why do you think they look so familiar? These two old guys are the old monks who sweep the floor of the Buddha's Transformation Hall. I have only been to the Buddha's Transformation Hall.
Several times, that’s why I didn’t recognize it all of a sudden.”
"Yes, it's the two of them!" Jiashe also came back to his senses and said with a solemn expression.
"Old sweeping monk, Ya Sheng? That's interesting!" Li Qingming was slightly startled, with a smile on his lips.
…
The long-bearded old monk was quite angry when the other party didn't answer him all the time. However, when he saw the hundreds of quasi-sages on the other side, and then looked at the more than fifty Bodhisattvas and Buddhas in the quasi-sage realm he had brought, he couldn't help but feel a headache.
stand up.
Suppressing the rising anger in his heart, the old monk with a long beard scolded again: "I don't know which of the great powers of Zhongtian world you are, please tell me clearly!"
"Which Zhongtian world?" Li Qingming smiled coldly, suddenly burst into anger, and shouted: "I come from the Pangu Great Thousand World! Do it! Kill!"
"puff!"
Li Qingming's purple bamboo spear appeared in his hand, and he rushed into the crowd of more than 20,000 Buddhas and Bodhisattvas like a dragon. He stabbed out the spear decisively and killed a Buddha who was in the early stage of a quasi-sage.
Then, lightning flashed from his body, and he instantly appeared next to another Bodhisattva. The same purple brilliance flashed through, and this Bodhisattva also turned into ashes, and his body was extinguished.
Immediately behind Li Qingming, hundreds of quasi-sages also rushed out, either holding long whips or holding long swords. They were like wolves entering the flock of sheep, killing these Vajras, Bodhisattvas, and Buddhas.
All this happened in a flash of lightning, and the eyes of the two old monks at the sub-sage level were glazed over. By the time they reacted, half of the 20,000-strong army was already dead, and even the fifty quasi-saints were dead.
There are only twenty saints left.
"Damn intruders, I want you to die!" The two old bald donkeys were so furious that they were almost going crazy.
The long-bearded old monk on the left who just shouted was filled with strong Buddhist power. His skinny and withered body suddenly swelled, and his gray monk's robe completely collapsed into pieces.
At this moment, he was crouching with his upper body exposed, holding a shining golden demon pestle in his hand, roaring like a wounded lion, and rushed towards the culprit Li Qingming.
Suddenly, Li Qingming felt an inexplicable crisis. He pointed to the sky with one hand, and the Qiankun Cauldron with flashing green light appeared above his head out of thin air. It shed a misty green light and protected Li Qingming.
The blue light had just fallen, and the muscles in his upper body bulged high, like horned dragons. The old monk with a long beard appeared in front of Li Qingming in a fierce manner. The Demon-Conquering Pestle in his hand carried a powerful force and struck.
On the light curtain of the Qiankun Cauldron.
"Bang!"
The two colors of gold and blue intersected, and Li Qingming, who was protected by the Qiankun Cauldron, felt a strong force coming from him, and he and the cauldron were directly blown away.
"Hmph!" The long-bearded old monk did not stop there. Instead, he snorted coldly and chased after him. The demon-conquering pestle in his hand seemed to have spiritual power, and he kept swinging it down.
"puff!"
Although the Qiankun Cauldron's defense was strong enough, the residual impact force accumulated from the continuous bombardment still shocked Li Qingming to the point of vomiting blood.
"Brother!" "Elder brother!" "Donor Li!" "Sir!"
Li Qingming, who was under the Qiankun Cauldron, shook his head slightly at the crowd, wiped the blood on his mouth, looked at the long-bearded old monk, and said: "Old monk, Taoist Master, I didn't want to fight with you. Who knew you wanted to die so much?
The Taoist Master will help you!"
As he spoke, Li Qingming flicked his sleeves.
"Whoosh!"
A flash of green light flashed, and Xiong Da, who was still a little confused, appeared out of thin air.
When he saw Li Qingming under the Qiankun Cauldron, he immediately flapped his little wings and flew over with a smile on his face, and kowtowed: "Master, where are we going this time?"
Li Qingming touched Xiong Da's head, pointed at the long-bearded old monk, and said, "Don't go anywhere! Go and kill that old man!"
"Huh?" Xiong's big nose twitched, smelling the smell of blood in the air, and said, "Master is injured?"
"It's okay! Go and kill that old guy!" Li Qingming shook his head and said.
Xiong Da flapped his little wings, turned to look at the long-bearded old monk, with a hint of ferocity on his honest face, and said: "Old Bald Donkey, Grandpa Xiong, what I hate most in my life is the bald donkey, and he is still an old bald donkey."
Donkey! Prepare to die!"
"Hahaha, is it just you?" The old monk with a long beard looked up to the sky and laughed, as if he was crazy.
"Laugh, laugh, you won't have a chance in a while!" A bloodthirsty smile appeared on the corner of Xiong Da's mouth, and his whole body slowly faded, and in the end it disappeared into the sky out of thin air.
"Little trick!" The long-bearded old monk smiled coldly, closed his eyes and integrated his soul into the space. He began to feel the fluctuations in the surrounding space and search for traces of Xiong Da.
"Buzz! Here!"
Suddenly, he opened his eyes suddenly, threw the demon-conquering pestle in his hand, and struck the space behind and to his right.
"Whoosh!"
Unfortunately, his soul seemed to be guiding him in the wrong direction.
"Wrong, your Grandpa Xiong is here!" Xiong Da's voice came from all directions, but his figure appeared directly behind the long-bearded old monk. (To be continued...)