Chapter 140 Sword of Time!

The saint of Shenxing Sect suddenly felt chilled and stared at the Buddha of Ruochan Temple.

What is this junior talking about?

Show loyalty.

So what did he think?

Dog?

Killing the two saints of the Eastern Region and presenting him with a certificate of surrender, are you really treating him like a dog? His face is ugly, and his smile looks like a man-eating devil. What kind of Buddha is he? He is simply a devil. I am sure. Such unscrupulous humiliation only left him with no way out.

He looked at the Holy Son of Nantian Temple and found the same cold gaze, as if he was treating him like a dog from beginning to end. This made him want to laugh hoarsely. The dignified saint who used to be the supreme figure in the Eastern Region had actually fallen into this scene. , it’s really sad and ridiculous.

"What are you waiting for!"

The Buddhist disciple of Ruochan Temple looked stern.

He was scolding.

"Roar!"

The male lion behind him also walked forward, showing his wild ferocity. The other two monsters also walked slowly, especially the ferocious head of the black dragon, which showed its ferocity and ferocity.

The saint of the Shenxing Sect took a long breath and felt regretful, but the saint's decision was still swift and cold. He stared coldly at the saint of the Tianji Sect and the old farmer, and said coldly: "You have also seen it, even if I don't take action, you will It would be better to die in my hands than to be buried in the demon's belly, so just keep your hands tied!"

The old man of Tianji Sect.

Old farmer.

Both of them looked at him angrily.

It’s about time.

Still stubborn.

"hehe!"

The Buddha of Ruozhan Temple had a gentle smile on his face. Seeing this scene, he felt even more deeply in his heart. Even if he is a saint, he is still a human being. As long as there is a flaw in his heart, he is a running dog. If you pick the flaw, you can easily control him. The corners of his mouth were slightly raised, and he recited the Buddha's name with compassion: Amitabha.

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…

The saint from the Nantian Temple sacrificed the bronze cauldron. As for the other saints in the eastern region, he didn't ask about it. He thought that a few juniors could solve it by cooperating with the ferocious birds. Now the main purpose is to kill the Chu saint.

"Amitabha!"

The Buddhist saint of the Ruo Chan Temple chanted the Buddha's name, flicked his finger, and a grain of dust shot toward Chu Xun as fast as lightning.

"snort!"

Chu Xun snorted coldly.

This kind of sneak attack method.

A bit vulgar.

"call out!"

However.

When Chu Xun attacked, he fell into a trance and reappeared in the empty world. The saints of Nantian Temple and the Saints of the Holy Fire Sect were also stunned. They looked at Chu Xun who suddenly disappeared and were confused. : "He was gathered up by that grain of dust?"

The Buddhist sage from Ruochen Temple shook his head slightly and said: "No, you should have heard that Buddhism has a great magical power, one flower, one world, one leaf, one bodhi. This grain of dust is made by imitating the one flower, one world." The magical object can move people in for a short time, but with Chu Sheng’s cultivation, it is also very easy to break through the dust! "

The Saint of Nantian Temple showed his understanding. He understood that it would be too dangerous to take action under this formation. If he was not careful, he might attract the red giant sword hanging from above. However, in the small world, he had no such concerns at all.

"Walk!"

After enlightenment.

Several people also rushed over quickly.

"call out!"

"call out!"

"call out!"

The group of people emerged in a large, desolate world, where a figure had been waiting for a long time. Even Chu Xun looked around with interest. This short-lived small world presented a huge space, which could be called a treasure. The only thing that made him It's a pity that the space is not stable. If you want to tear it apart, a saint's cultivation is enough.

Whoosh!

After the three figures arrived, they looked at each other and said directly: "Attack and kill!"

The saint of Nantian Temple wore silver armor, revealing an extremely young face. He must have been a relatively talented saint in the outside world. Now he had a bronze cauldron above his head. As he pressed forward, a strong pressure enveloped Chu Xun, making the space solidify. It's hard work and slow to move.

"boom!"

He raised his fist to suppress it, surging with surging divine power. His eyes were full of unruliness, and he sneered: "This cauldron was made by the sacrifice of someone who has achieved the status of a great saint in my sect. Isn't it something you can struggle with?"

"Boom~!"

In the area covered by the bronze cauldron, Chu Xun only felt that his spiritual energy was running much slower, and his strength was suppressed a lot, especially the collision of fists and fists. He only felt that his strength was really falling through the Qi machine of the bronze cauldron. There are not many saints in Nantian Temple, and his eyes can't help but narrow slightly.

This bronze tripod.

It is truly a treasure.

Impressive.

It can help people fight across borders.

While the fists were clashing and dealing with each other, the saint from the Holy Fire Sect also came to kill him. He looked middle-aged but had a murderous intent. He wanted to avenge his defeat just now. He raised his hand and flew over with a stone tower. It also has the function of suppressing space and sealing nothingness. He sneered: "Under the tower, you can't even dodge!"

Under the suppression of the dual treasures, the void solidified and sealed everything. The Saint of the Holy Fire Sect indifferently pressed seals to suppress the killing. With a perverse and ferocious expression, he mocked: "One treasure can kill you across the border, let alone two treasures working together. ?”

Ivy Sword!

Chu Xun holds the sword.

Cut it off lightly.

A sword energy was weakened by as much as 60%.

"pity!"

Chu Xun secretly regretted in his heart that the Ivy Sword was not a treasure after all. Even though it was one of the best among the holy weapons, there were still limitations when encountering such a treasure and it would not be able to exert its maximum strength.

"Amitabha!" The old monk of Ruozhan Temple also chanted the Buddha's name. He was standing there, with golden dharma flowing all over his body. It was more blazing and pure than the dharma paper of the Zhenwu Great Sage. After all, the old monk himself was a pure Buddhist cultivator. , chanting the six-character mantra in his mouth, and suddenly suppressed every move he made.

The three of them worked together.

Form an encirclement and suppression.

"cut!"

A chill gradually filled Chu Xun's eyes. Ever since he solved the Zhenwu Great Sage's Dharma Paper, he has been immersed in seclusion and studied countless scriptures. Not only has he made some gains in practice, but he has also made amazing progress in actual combat. Among them, the power of time and space of the Time Finger is integrated into the way of swordsmanship.

Develop a terrifying killing move.

Time Sword.

"Zheng!"

A slash of the sword.

A wave of sword intent flows slowly like time and years. Countless stars flash within the sword light. It seems like the passage of time and the vicissitudes of the sea. You can see the germination and vigorous growth of a small grass, and you can see the destruction of the grass. And withering, disillusionment, everything happens in the blink of an eye.

"Uh-huh!"

The three saints from the outside world all had expressions on their faces. They quickly dodged the sword light and said in confusion: "Time Sword Way!"

After practicing to the realm of a saint, he understood the laws of heaven and earth and integrated them into several bodies. There are two most powerful laws of all kinds, one is the law of time, and the other is the law of swordsmanship, which is famous for its killing. And this sword But it merged the two laws of time and swordsmanship and transformed into the strongest law.

"puff!"

The Saint of Nantian Temple wanted to retreat, but at this time the sword of light had locked onto him and could not retreat at all. Even if the suppression of the bronze cauldron weakened the sword energy, there were still residues slashing on his body. The silver armor instantly lost its color and spirituality. However, it split open completely in an instant, revealing his true form.

That extremely young face suddenly looked dozens of years older, with wrinkles all over it and white temples, as if he had stepped into the ranks of old age. The sword intent was constantly eroding his body, making him particularly domineering.

Saints of the Holy Fire Cult.

If the Zen temple saint.

The expressions of these two people all changed.