Fix your sister's fairy

Xiao Shami, Xiao Yan, Mo Yi, the three of them gathered.

All the people are together.

The old monk, the old man with the sword, and the goddess looked at each other and did not speak, but their eyes were blazing at each other, as if they had put down some burden, completed their dying will, and then died generously.

Mo Yi seemed to have comprehended something, and looked at the figures of these three seniors in a daze, the roar outside the world of Buddha light was still there, and gradually there was a black mist erosion and invasion, and the ancient demons were roaring in the sky, excited and greedy for the air that had not been breathed for thousands of years.

"It's time to start. "

The thunderous voice reminded Mo Yi that there was still a Ying Long here, and when he looked back, he saw Ying Long poking out the dragon head in the clouds dyed golden by the Buddha's light, quietly staring at the three figures, and the dragon's eyes couldn't tell whether it was respect or pity.

"It's not the beginning, it's the end. The little novice spoke, and he looked at the old monk's back with a look of compassion on his golden robe.

"The ending that was doomed thousands of years ago, today is just a reappearance, there is one, there are two, the predecessors selected you as a witness, but also a inheritance, I hope you don't miss the painstaking efforts of the ancestors. "

Xiao Yan's voice sounded faintly, and the expression on his face was a little sympathetic, which made Mo Yi can't help but look sideways, because he subconsciously smelled a sense of wisdom and vicissitudes that did not match the other party's age.

"Hmm000. Mo Yi's face couldn't help but be a little strange.

"Thousands of years of past and sleep, the beginning and end of absurdity, let's end together today. "

In unison, the three figures in the sky either remembered, or decisively, or plainly recited this sentence, and the voices overlapped together and spread in the world of Buddha's light.

Mo Yi and the three of them couldn't help but calm down, watching the three figures slowly rise into the air and gradually touch the dome of the Buddha's light world, outside, there was endless darkness and despair.

Perhaps, as Xiao Yan said, the ending was doomed thousands of years ago, and then only those touching, passionate and generous history passed, and today they are just witnessing and inheriting the will of their ancestors as descendants.

"Attention, boy, the battle between immortals and ancient demons is not something that can be seen anywhere, and learning a trick is enough to last a lifetime. The bloody sword spoke.

"Why do you dare to speak now, are you afraid of being borrowed by the senior who used the sword to fight?" Mo Yi asked as he looked at the three backs that were gradually leaving the Buddha Light World.

"How can it, you're afraid of these things? It's just that I'm afraid that the old man won't be able to control this immortal sword, and a mistake in the process of fighting the ancient demons will kill himself, and this (bjfd) won't indirectly kill you? I'm thinking about you. The bloody sword hummed and retorted in a tone that was the best in the world.

"No, I believe in the skills of the old man, maybe you can still wish people a helping hand, and try to split the ancient demon to prove the divine power of the fairy sword, don't worry, I will witness you, and I will boast to everyone in the future: Have you ever seen this sword?

"Huh. "

At the same time, the three ancestors also officially stepped out of the world of Buddha's light and fell into chaos and darkness.

Three Immortals Battle Ancient Demons.

If it succeeds, everyone will be happy, and if it fails, some of the ancient cities of Foguang will eventually fall into infinite chaos and despair.

Mo also thought that there would be the power of immortals, moving mountains and reclaiming the sea, the law of heaven and earth, and the invincible ability of God to fight the ancient demons, but realistically, the first thing he heard was a Buddha horn.

Buzz –

The word Buddha sounds one, the sound comes out, the heaven and the earth echo, and all things echo.

Suddenly, within a radius of 10,000 meters, all the living beings were dizzy, only this one syllable was spreading in their ears, and there was no other sound in the air.

Then there is the Bodhisattva Dharma phase, the golden light covers the world, Yaoze heaven and earth, the Bodhisattva Dharma has eight buns, the front five buns, the top of the bun, the top of the back two buns, the bun is the body of the Buddha, the body is golden, let the light, take the lion king, handle the wisdom sword, the left holding the green lotus flower, there is a wisdom pestle on the Huatai, the first bun has eight wisdom honors, and the light is all over the ten directions.

"Goodness, Manjushri's Manjushri Mantra. "In the world of Buddha's light, the little novice is against the Dharma.

Under the Bodhisattva's Dharma Phase, there is a fairy beast green lion, with eyes like copper bells, stepping on the golden lotus sky and clouds, and a lion roar shook the mountains and rivers, breaking all evils.

Followed by the Bodhisattva riding a lion and sword to slash the ancient demons.

"Wonderful. "

Xiao Shami's hands were folded, but he didn't look at the Dharma image under this tattoo that was enough to alarm the world's Buddhism, he closed his eyes and chanted, and the golden lotus swelled all over his body, and the outline of the Bodhisattva's Dharma was faintly blurred behind his back.

It is in enlightenment.

Observing the Dharma at a glance and attaining the Tao can be described as Buddha-nature against the sky.

The ancient demons were angry, hundreds of millions of tentacles escaped from the sky, and they were entangled one after another, the Bodhisattva pinched the handprints of the Tibetan Wenshu Monastery, and the wisdom sword was waved down one after another, sword after sword, and the Buddha's light was like a tide, cutting away the sinful beings.

Before everyone could recover from the Buddha's Demon Slaying Appearance, a thunderous sound sounded.

"The sword comes. "

The sound overshadowed everything, and immediately, the sword qi between heaven and earth was scolded.

In the wreckage of the ancient city of the Buddha's Light World, all the ancient swords, remnant swords, but all the swords, they are like a tide to the sky, obeying the command of the voice, flying in the sky, rushing towards the chaos.

"Damn, shit!"

The bloody sword under Mo Yi's feet suddenly flew towards the sky uncontrollably, and Mo Yi was speechless and didn't know what to do, and in the end he could only jump backwards, and a golden lotus around Xiao Shami landed at his feet appropriately.

Mo Yi nodded slightly at Xiao Shami in thanks, and looked up at the bloody sword that had joined the sword tide with a headache.

Fortunately, the Demon Sealing Sword has not been taken out in the gift ring, otherwise it would have been confiscated by this "sword coming".

And looking at Xiao Yan's side again, all the swords in the sword box have been stored, but there is still an ancient sword under his feet, this ancient sword has not been called, just quietly staying in place, the tip of the sword drooped slightly, as if he did not want to look at this grand sword dynasty.

Then Mo Yi saw it, the sword tide merged, making a sword, this sword and Tianqi, the sword edge is blunt and heavy, the appearance is old and ordinary, but the sword intent is that Mo Yi has seen an amazing one in his life.

And the appearance of this sword is similar to the appearance of the sword under Xiao Yan's feet?

Before he could think about it, the sword had already been chopped, and the sword slashed the ancient demon.

Mo Yi stared at the sword, feeling every bit of sword intent, to comprehend, to experience.

When he was about to touch the trick, his mind suddenly hurt like a pinprick, and he faintly heard a cold snort of dissatisfaction, and suddenly he was covered in a cold sweat.

The ancient demon mood in your mind is very bad?

Mo Yi rubbed his temples a little irritated, his only opportunity to steal the immortal sword intent seemed to have to be wasted like this.

And Xiao Yan, who looked at the side again, was already staring away, holding his hands in the void, as if he was dancing a sword, but in fact, he was enlightened, and he had to say that he was talented and his sword nature was amazing.

Mo Yi, who couldn't learn Buddha nature and couldn't realize the sword intent, was not discouraged, he was waiting, and then he should really comprehend and inherit something.

In the void chaos, in the gap between the realm of the sword and the Buddha, the woman's figure moved slightly, and in the deep sunken eye sockets was darkness deeper than chaos. _

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