Xu Xian Is Not A Sword Immortal - Chapter 245

When the four words of Huanglong immortal were spoken.

Huanglong withered when Marton died. His four hooves couldn’t support his body. He fell directly to the ground and twitched, crying like a child.

Under the leadership of guangchengzi, the other Buddhist immortals also took out magic weapons and weapons, and looked at Jinchanzi one by one with expressionless, aggressive and killing intention.

Obviously,

If there is no explanation of this matter, the golden cicada wants to walk out of the gate of Chunyang sect alive, let alone a white lotus boy. Even the little… Sage of western religion can’t come in person.

Yes, I said it!

“Misunderstanding, misunderstanding, big misunderstanding… It’s really not my business.” The golden cicada son faced up to the smell of many golden immortals and was so scared that his legs were numb that he almost had to make cicada calls.

Fortunately, when he looked left and right for a while, he really let him see Xu Xian and Bian Zhuang who had already mixed into the venue.

This moment.

The golden cicada son was like finding a straw to save his life. He quickly stretched out his fingers and shouted with a surprised look: “Bajie, green cicada, you two help me.

This Huanglong immortal is clearly our three hands. You two have to prove it to me. ”

The voice fell.

Countless eyes converged.

Many people looked at Xu Xian and took a breath of air conditioning.

People teach!

Little master xuandu.

Zhao Qingchan.

Nickname in the cultivation world: Gao Leng, Ao Jiao, ruthless God of war.

Well, it’s mainly because he fought in Chang’an city more than a dozen times, each time with a cold male god’s expression.

This is also the main problem that he can be given this nickname.

As for another little fat Taoist

Bajie?

Ah, this!

For a moment, many eyes became interesting.

At this point,

By brushing her face, Xu Xian has exchanged two seats from two female nuns.

Bian Zhuang sat aside. When he heard the roar of golden cicada Zi, he saw many eyes. Even some little sisters of friars nearby not only looked at him with disgusting eyes, but even changed seats away from him.

This moment.

The true descendant of the celebrity cult, after staring at the golden cicada son fiercely, he stood up flatly, then saluted many Buddhist immortals who looked at him and said, “Bian Zhuang, a Renjiao, have you seen your martial uncles.

Although I was an apprentice of Jinchanzi in my previous life, I went to the west to learn scriptures with him.

But my life is taught by people, and my death is taught by people.

How can this world go along with golden cicada son?

And how to join hands with him to target martial uncle Huanglong?

If you don’t believe me, you might as well ask martial uncle Huanglong… ”

Guangchengzi took a deep look at Bian Zhuang, nodded slightly, and then turned his head to Zhao Qingchan.

Xu Xian raised her head and said in a cold and deep voice, “I, the little master of xuandu, have acted all my life. Why should I explain to others, hum!”

“I’ll go. This is the preacher?”

“Powerful, even the eyes of guangchengzi, the second Sword Fairy of Honghuang, can withstand it?” A group of monks could not help discussing it privately.

As for the many friars and young ladies present, they looked at him with beautiful eyes and had some illusions about what happened to them.

But at this time.

The golden cicada’s eyes grew dull. He looked at Bian Zhuang and Xu Xian.

Finally, he turned his eyes to his yellow dragon horse.

He realized!

“Little master of xuandu”

The meaning of these five words is obvious. If you want to find someone to carry the pot, you’d better find only one person.

As for that man

Obviously, he came here on a yellow dragon horse.

If a person teaches a disciple to participate in it, then the elucidation also wants to make trouble, so it is also necessary to give a hand to the person teaches a disciple.

Obviously,

Hermeneutics can certainly not withstand the pressure of Western and human education.

So Zhao Qingchan and Bian Zhuang only need to bite this thing to death and let the pot cover themselves. Immortal Huanglong also locked this matter on him. There will be less pressure on the elucidation.

The golden cicada bit her teeth,

Damn it, I was calculated.

Xu Xian is expressionless. Do you still want to join hands with me to kill myself? Little brother, I don’t kill you directly. I watch too much TV in my journey to the West

At the same time,

Guangchengzi also narrowed his eyes, carried male and female swords, stepped into the air step by step, but walked in the air like a bell.

When he came to Jinchanzi step by step, he said in a cold voice, “Jinchanzi, what else do you have to say now?”

“Poor monk…” the golden cicada swallowed her saliva and couldn’t help looking at the white lotus boy.

After a little thought, the latter stood up and coughed: “senior brother guangchengzi…”

“Why, do you want to explain to me?” Guangchengzi asked with an eyebrow.

“This should be a simple misunderstanding. Jin chanzi never found that it was the reincarnation of Huanglong immortal. We don’t need to fight for such a small matter, which led to the contradiction between the two religions, do we?” White lotus boy step by step green lotus, also slowly came to the golden cicada.

Because anyway, Jinchanzi is also the second disciple of the second master

He is also a robber on the way to the west, and its importance is self-evident.

In particular, guangchengzi’s sufficient killing intention. If he is really killed, there will be no place for the face of western religion.

“Oh, according to your words, it’s a misunderstanding for Jinchanzi to ride the younger martial brother Huanglong to step on the mountain gate?” Immortal Taiyi suddenly appeared.

Bailian boy cautiously glanced at the old Yin ratio. He thought for a while, and then closed his hands kindly and said, “younger martial brother Taiyi, this is really a misunderstanding.”

Guangchengzi wanted to speak. Taiyi stopped him and said in a strange way: “that’s a big misunderstanding. Younger martial brother Huanglong used to be a teacher’s Mount before he visited the teacher. No one has ridden him except the teacher.

Jinchanzi rode my younger martial brother to my territory

Is he… Going to be the leader of our interpretation?

Ouch, disciples of elucidation, don’t come to see Jin chanzi as the leader soon

Hum! ”

Once you say that.

The faces of Western religious people have changed dramatically.

Gudong.

The golden cicada swallowed her saliva, and the whole person was stupid.

Because the hat is buttoned too hard.

Immortal Taiyi buttoned down the saint’s hat when he came up. Who can catch it?

However,

On another cloud mountain, Zhao Gongming suddenly said, “younger martial brother Taiyi is wrong. Jin chanzi doesn’t want to be the leader of your interpretation. He thinks he has the posture of a saint. He just wants to grab the seat of the second master.

Otherwise, it is the western religion that believes that the golden cicada will become holy. Otherwise, how can they do such a thing? ”

Stop talking.

Whether it is the white lotus boy or the twelve golden immortals who elucidate, they all think of something in their hearts.

Golden cicada… Why?

Jin chanzi… How could he tell the identity of Huanglong immortal if he wasn’t covered in the dust of Lingtai?

Golden cicada… He must have met something!!!

Hongmeng purple gas!

Only in this way can golden cicada make such a big mistake.

Is Jin chanzi really the one identified by Hongmeng Ziqi?

This moment.

Guangchengzi glanced at the gloomy and uncertain white lotus boy and immediately shouted, “younger martial brother Taiyi, take down the golden cicada for me and press it up.”

“Yes!” Immortal Taiyi shook the dust and made the dust stretch tens of feet in an instant. He was about to tie it up.

“Wait a minute.” The white lotus boy’s face changed slightly, and with one hand stretched out, he turned the golden light into a huge Buddha’s hand, and held the extended dust brush tightly.

“Bai Lian, do you want to do it?”

“You are good at western teaching. Lift the table in the territory of our teaching?”

“OK, your western education is cruel enough.”

“Come on, shut the mountain gate. Don’t want to leave any bald donkey without long hair.” The gold immortals who explained the teachings got up one after another, and the roar spread all over the Kunlun mountain.

meanwhile.

The momentum of golden immortals, celestial immortals and land immortals is also emerging.

All the disciples of the three sects got up and looked at the people of the western religion.

This moment!

That was enough suffocating pressure, which really made many low-level friars on the auditorium almost faint.

In particular, many monks with some hair loss were almost scared to pee. They wanted to hide under the skirt of their little sister next to them.

Although some sect elders could resist, they also looked at each other.

What is this?

So NIMA started fighting?

Not really.

You just talked to each other and buttoned some hats. It’s really not.

The key is,

This is the mortal world?

These are the three sects under the hermeneutic command?

Sunima,

There are already more than a dozen Jinxian momentum.

If these guys appear in the mortal world, they are all invincible.

Especially here is Chunyang sect. When guangchengzi spoke, some experts of Chunyang sect who had died by reason also emerged one after another.

Some of them are still immortals, while others have entered the golden fairyland.

Obviously, many sect elders in the second and third grades have completely recognized the facts.

The details of the three ways… Are not the existence they may surpass at all.

And the white lotus boy’s face is not how ugly.

He just stood firmly in front of Jinchanzi, let the three grade Golden Lotus on his head protect them, and said in a deep voice as much as possible: “senior brother guangchengzi…”

“Don’t talk nonsense to me. Hand over the golden cicada son, or we’ll catch you together.” Guangchengzi never drew his sword, but his sword intention still soared into the sky.

Because his eyes can release the dazzling sword meaning that people dare not look directly, which makes people dare not look directly.

What is the second Sword Fairy in the third world?

If guangchengzi really starts.

His sword!

It’ll take seconds for everyone present who isn’t Jinxian.

It’s not blowing,

It’s his ability to fight in the famine for so many years.

As a senior brother of elucidation

If even the friars under the golden fairy can’t make a piece of seconds, will he still fart?

Even if the white lotus boy has the three grade Golden Lotus to protect himself, the white lotus boy’s heart also knows that he can block the three swords at most.

After three swords.

It is estimated that the defense ability of these three Golden Lotus will be broken by immortal Taiyi.

But when the monks at the auditorium decided that they were going to die miserably under the attack of the edge AOE.

“Amitabha!”

Accompanied by a Buddha’s horn resounding through the world.

A golden bridge of scattered lotus flowers poured into the western sky.

On the Golden Bridge, there are Buddha and Bodhisattva covered with Buddha light.

The Dharma protection array of little Kunlun Mountain is not the yuxu palace of Kunlun mountain after all.

When this group of Buddha Bodhisattvas appeared, the protective array was just like bubbles, and was penetrated through layers without obstruction.

As for this golden bridge full of Buddha light, the body of its first monk seems very thin, but a green lamp on his head is enough to attract everyone’s attention.

But when enemies meet, they are particularly jealous!

Guangchengzi looked up and listened to him whisper.

“Kill!”

The voice fell.

The male and female swords have disappeared without a trace.

Next moment!

Bang——

A deafening explosion rang through the world!

At this moment,

Countless people finally saw it.

It turned out that the sword had long been killed in the clouds and stabbed on a faint flame.

This sword,

It seems to be blocked by the candle of the green lamp.

But the face of the thin monk with a green lamp on his head is far from so beautiful.

More importantly,

Behind these Buddhas and Bodhisattvas, there is a thousand mile Golden Bridge from western religion to Kunlun mountain.

Click, click, click.

In a short period of time, the Golden Bridge suddenly broke open and turned into golden rain on the earth.

Gudong

Xu Xian swallowed her saliva.

One said one,

When his grandfather asked him to smash the field, he felt that he would be punished and thought he might be locked up in a small dungeon.

Now it seems that

Even if he has broken through to heaven and man and has the body of a martial god, he can’t stand it.

Isn’t that bullshit?

Just at this time, no one will pay attention to his idea of teaching young disciples alone.

Because everyone’s eyes are still locked on the golden cicada.

In their opinion.

The journey to the west is the key to the prosperity of Buddhism. The Tang Monk transformed by Jin chanzi is the most important.

Now,

The golden cicada seems to have been robbed again, which is still so serious that it is against the sky.

That all shows.

This person’s fortune is really against the sky. It may be that he has been in close contact with the Hongmeng purple Qi known by some talents.

But here comes the problem.

Today’s golden cicada son, in the end, has simply contacted, or has been drilled into the body by Hongmeng purple gas?

Or,

Now the golden cicada is a treasure, which is also the main problem that the western religion would rather not maintain a good relationship with the hermeneutics than send someone to help.

Because Hongmeng purple gas is the most critical thing of this catastrophe.

Everything in the world

There is hardly anything more important than him.

Whether the golden cicada son knows it or not, he must be taken down, interrogated, or even killed directly to see if there is Hongmeng purple gas hidden in his body.

And as things escalate.

Zhao Gongming obviously wants to intervene.

Because he doesn’t know where Hongmeng purple gas is

so

When the God of wealth took one step, he coughed: “harmony makes money, harmony makes money. How can the good twelve way struggle become the current situation?

If it’s spread, won’t it make the mortal cultivation world laugh off their big teeth? ”

“Who dares?” Guangchengzi suddenly turned his head and glanced at the audience.

Suddenly,

Many monks in the viewing table were all shocked. Is this to kill people and kill people?

Not really.

Immortal Huanglong lost his face as early as the period of God worship. It’s really not.

Thousands of people shook their heads in a hurry. Their movements were neat and uniform. Don’t be too skilled.

meanwhile,

The Buddha who lit the lamp also slowly came to guangchengzi and said with his hands folded: “Amitabha, guangchengzi… You’re all right!”

“Ah…” guangchengzi sneered.

“Why don’t you talk?” The light burning Buddha glanced at the golden cicada and whispered.

“Talk, you must talk.” Zhao Gongming strode to guangchengzi and said, “brother Guangcheng, give me a face and let’s talk to him about western religion.

Of course, my martial uncle’s face must be recovered.

If Western religion can’t even do this, we won’t agree with the first one to stop teaching.

The others don’t say,

Elder martial brother, I give an order.

Well, a certain teacher may fall apart directly, but not necessarily… ”

Guangchengzi twitched the corners of his mouth.

The Buddha who lit the lamp was expressionless. He just wanted to ask, you really don’t need to talk to the Duobao… Buddha who taught in the west?

As for how?

Obviously,

They also have a fixed number in their hearts!

That is,

Westbound mission!