Chapter 430: Kill with one sword

There is a saint who comes out, and evil demons retreat.

Lu Wensheng only stood on the earth and sipped the saint's words, then drank countless evil demons and ghosts, drank the great formation of Ten Thousand Ghosts, and destroyed the Ten Thousand Ghosts Spirit Flag.

The entire witch and ghost realm seemed to be knocked back to its original form in an instant.

There is no longer the vast power of magic, and there is no more magic and magic.

Some are just endless fear.

The sect leader of the Witch and Ghost Road even felt like his whole body was exposed to broad daylight, as if all his secrets were exposed to the hateful child in front of him.

"He is so young, he is actually a literary saint! How is this possible?"

The sect leader of the Witch and Ghost Dao was trembling all over his body and gritted his teeth.

Wen Sheng, Wen Sheng!

Wen Sheng was released every five hundred years, why did he encounter such a bad luck?

A state-owned saint is invincible!

A martial saint was suppressing the capital of the capital. No one dared to do anything, and could only hide carefully in the desolate land.

Only when the country is not prosperous and there are no literary saints or martial saints in the court can they dare to come out and cause trouble.

At that time, when the country is about to perish, there will be monsters, and they can destroy the country's country!

But now, a saint of literature has actually come to the wilderness to find their troubles!

The saint's words destroyed his powerful magic weapon and destroyed his formation. Is this going to kill him?

Didn’t you say that the enemy should not pursue? Didn’t you say that God has the virtue of living a life?

Does this Wen Sheng have to destroy them?

"Amitabha! I don't know the best name of the donor?"

At this moment, Monk Jingren let out a rumbling sound.

His face was full of caution.

He has never seen the Martial Saint, and he has also heard of the Wen Sheng, but he has never seen such a young Wen Sheng!

From his perspective, this Wen Sheng is only about a dozen years old!

This is the most terrifying thing.

How genius is this to the point where he has such terrifying strength?

I wonder what this young man is from, and if he has the opportunity to turn war into jade?

Monk Jingren was filled with countless thoughts, and the momentum in his body was also stirring.

Where most people cannot see, the essence like a rainbow runs across and reaches the sky.

This straight, long rainbow-like essence spans between heaven and earth, as if it wants to support the heaven and earth, and compete with Dao Ren Lu.

This is the aura of a saint, and all evils are not invaded, and hundreds of demons dare not get close to each other. Only great scholars who have seen each other for five hundred years or saints in martial arts can have them.

And when this momentum appeared between heaven and earth, the group of people in the witch and ghost path felt a little more comfortable.

After all, the monk Jingren is an alliance with them, and the aura emitted is also to resist the aura of the person in front of him.

"Monkey Jingren, I am the champion of Daqian!"

Daoren Lu narrowed his eyes slightly, not knowing what he was thinking about.

After a while, he continued to speak again: "Monkey Jingren, the destruction of the witch and ghost sect is now a foregone conclusion. Why do you have to be stubborn? Hand over the Qiankun cloth bag and follow me to Daqian. With your Martial Saint, I guarantee that you and your disciples are fine. I can even ask the emperor to issue an edict to give you a temple. As long as you recite the Buddha's name wholeheartedly in the future and do not intend to restore the Great Zen Temple, you can be safe and safe, and you can also become a generation of monks and promote the essence of Buddhism. If you continue to resist like this, there will be no result."

Daoren Lu's voice was very clear, every word was like a pearl and round as jade.

But there is a feeling of moistening things silently, as if people will feel that they should do as they say when they hear his words.

If you don’t do it, it’s a big mistake!

"Are you a person from the court?"

Monk Jingren had a curious expression, hoping to turn swords into jade and silk, but as soon as the word "big kung" appeared, his face suddenly became cold, like the ice that had not been transformed for thousands of years in the north, and his words were filled with hatred.

"My Jingren escaped after the Great Zen Temple was destroyed and hid in the wilderness for more than ten years, but unexpectedly, I was chased by you lackeys. I will never stop doing anything in this life! Don't you hear that it is better to be broken than to be a complete one? Even if you are the saint of Wen, if you want to kill me, you will have to leave half your life! Besides, if you kill such a young champion, Yang Pan will definitely be sad!"

"Jingren, are you kindly taking in you as a witch and ghost path? The witch and ghost path is nothing more than using your universe cloth bag to plan major events. You and them are trying to make skins with tigers. I don't think it's worth it. You have also seen this group of witch and ghost paths. Killing creatures and sacrificing evil methods are not done by humans. They are completely evil demons who have lost their surnames. The Dachan Temple is also a dignified Buddhist temple. As a great monk, you have completely lost your compassion and have a surname with your face and heart. You have entered the peak of martial arts and the realm of human immortals?"

Daoren Lu's voice came out again, and he was always slow, but naturally he had a kind of oppressive force to disintegrate the opponent's fighting spirit.

? "Hahahaha! If you just talk nonsense, how can you shake my true heart? My Da Zen Temple is so compassionate that when your army came to the door, you were still unwilling to kill. You and I have become Martial Saints, and your spirit is tenacious and unshakable. Could it be that you want to use such language to shake my mind? In order to defeat me? Young people, don't have verbal disputes, use your martial arts and your way to kill me! Don't let me despise you!"

Monk Jingren laughed again, suddenly pushed out with a palm, his whole body was like a giant dragon and elephant.

"Then let's die! I'll send you on the way."

Daoren Lu looked at the magic seal used by Monk Jingren, and did not hurry or hurry. He stretched out his hand and the Panhuang Life Sword existed in his hand.

Then, he waved his sword.

A sword energy that is ten miles long and ten miles wide instantly enveloped the place where Monk Jingren was.

"This is a plate..."

Monk Jingren had only time to say three words, and he was already dead.

The body was destroyed by the sword energy of Panhuang’s Life Sword.

The Martial Saint is very powerful and a saint of a country, but he is still too fragile to face the ancient Saint Emperor's magic weapon Panhuang Life Sword.

When Panhuang’s Life Sword is fully equipped, it has killed the Yang God, killed the Demon God, and destroyed the Divine Dragon!

I don’t know how many people died under its command, the Immortal Martial Saint Creator.

Another Martial Saint is not a big deal!

Monk Jingren died like this.

Death was completely dead, without any expectations.

He also thought of dying with Daoren Lu and destroying the champion Hou of the Dagan Dynasty, that would not exist!

As for the sect leader of the Witch and Ghost Dao and several elders, they were already dead to death.

They were originally evil demons and heretics, Panhuang’s Life Sword, and they were even more restrained.

How could there be no immortality?

Daoren Lu reached out and grabbed the only thing that existed there.

A big pocket.

Qiankun cloth bag!.
Chapter completed!