My Fury Will Burn The Heavens

"Hahaha!"

Jiang Yi raised his head and laughed for a long while, angrily and laughed: "Little monk, as you say, this badge is in your hands, and it is not different from my hands. Everything is empty for you, it ’s better to- —You gave me all your badges. How would I go with you and grab the badges of everyone? I want the badges and fame. You calmed down your merits, your merits and saved many people ’s lives. Are you satisfied? "

"Well……"

The little monk blinked and was a little speechless. Jiang Yi's attack on the shield with his spear is too poisonous. Although this little monk's Dharma is profound, but he is not deeply involved in the world.

In Jiang Yi's view, the Great Zen Temple sent people to participate in the war, and perhaps did not want the reward of the national war, but it was by no means so noble and great as this little monk.

Profit may not be necessary, and the name must be contested. They sent people to fight in order to show their sense of existence, to show the world how great their Master Zen Master is, so that more people can join the Master Zen Master and believe in the Lord Buddha. Otherwise, if you really do n’t argue, you do n’t need to be born, you have been living in the mountains, and you can practice with all your heart.

"Donor, although you have a point, this badge cannot be given to you."

The little monk paused and shook his head: "You are not a disciple of my Buddhism. Of course, if you convert to my Buddha, maybe I can think about it. My Buddha is merciful, the donor ..."

"Okay, okay!"

Jiang Yi heard that goosebumps were all up, he waved his hand, and Fire Lingzhu flashed the black scale sword. He drank coldly: "Do n’t talk nonsense, you must grab and let go and fight. If you want my life as Jiang Yi, half of you monks are going to see the Lord Buddha. "

"Donor, you are not our opponent!"

The little monk sighed slightly: "I advise the donor to take the initiative to give the badge to the poor monk, I will retreat immediately, otherwise the donor will be hurt ..."

"Good breath!"

Jiang Yi sneered twice, turning his eyes suddenly, staring at the young monk, "Well, if we can fight each other? If you can hurt me, all my badges are held up by my hands. If I can hurt you, you badges Give me back immediately? How about the two sides not hurt? "

"Do the donor really mean this?" The little monk asked, his eyes lit up.

"a man of his words!"

Jiang Yi nodded heavily and asked in return: "My husband, Jiang Yi's husband, said nothing, and naturally he will not regret it, but I do n’t know if your monk at the Great Zen Temple will keep his promise?"

The little monk nodded and said, "The monk never talks arrogantly! Do n’t say anything to the donor. Do n’t hesitate to do so. Do n’t leave."

"call out!"

This young monk seemed to have a very high status. As soon as he finished speaking, the monks around him automatically backed away by a hundred feet, and it seemed that he was not worried about Jiang Yi killing the young monk.

"The little monk is careful."

Jiang Yi was rude. He kicked his legs and blasted away. The black scale sword danced in the air and slashed forward. He burst into drink and said, "Feng Yingjian!"

"Oh!"

When Jiang Yi released the Fengying Sword, the surrounding air quickly flowed, rushing from all directions to gather the blade of the black scale sword, and the wind stormed in an instant, blowing the hunting hunt of the little monk in front.

"Amitabha!"

The young monk didn't know when a bowl bowl appeared in his hand. He waved his hand lightly, and the bowl bowl immediately flew towards Jiang Yi and rose up against the wind. It suddenly became as large as a foot in diameter and smashed at Jiang Yi like a flying hill. Come.

"Fuck! Is this a heavenly weapon, or a holy weapon?"

Jiang Yi's body stopped immediately, and Shen sang, "Silver Moon Demon Wolf!"

The Silver Moon Demon Wolf condensed in mid-air. When Jiang Yi saw that the Demon Wolf recovered, he jumped up in joy and controlled the Demon Wolf to avoid it.

Fortunately, although the speed of the bowl is fast and the coercion is terrifying, it has not yet reached the level of Ren Wangyin. It should be just a special heavenly weapon. Jiang Yi avoided the danger and just controlled the silver moon demon wolf to rush towards the little monk. The little monk combined his hands and declared a Buddhist title: "Amitabha."

Jiang Yi's soul was shaken again, his head was a little dizzy, and the silver moon demon wolf was not moving again ...

"call out!"

The bowler that flew out flew back again, and just after Jiang Yi woke up, he saw the sky in front of him become dark, and the bowler repressed like a mountain!

"Break me!"

Jiang Yi no longer evaded, and the black scale sword swept through the underground sand pile, smashing the sand below into a smash, and the body also fell in. When his body had just fallen, the bowl above had crashed down.

"Fire spirit stone!"

Jiang Yishen sang, and a fiery red stone flickered out of the fire spirit bead. Jiang Yi reached out and fired the fire spirit bead immediately toward the bowl. When it touched the bowl, a blue flame appeared instantly. It also emits dazzling white light, which suddenly begins to decrease.

"call out!"

The monks from all around flew in horror at this moment, and surrounded the young monk, their eyes were dignified, and the young monk's mouth opened wide, and his eyes were unbelievable.

"boom!"

Jiang Yi's body burst out from the sand, reached out and grabbed the small bowl, and a mouthful of blood slowly flowed out. Although the bowl hadn't crushed him just now, the powerful coercion still caused his internal organs to be wounded.

Jiang Yi threw away the bowl with a small hole in it, and sneered, "Why? You can't call a helper?"

The little monk took the bowl and had a distressed face, and looked at it for a while before sighing: "The donor, since you can break the bowl of the master and uncle, my lichen will certainly not be able to stop you. Hui Jing gave us all our badges. "

A monk who seemed to be in his twenties was suddenly anxious, gritted his teeth and looked at the young monk and shouted, "Little uncle."

"Give him!"

The young monk sighed quietly: "It is naturally impossible for us at the Great Zen Temple to say nothing but believe. Although this donor did not hurt me, but you rushed over, it is also considered that we violated the rules. Naturally, we lost."

"Ok!"

The big monk immediately took a cloth bag out of his arms and threw it to Jiang Yi. Jiang Yi swore to see that there were actually six or seven hundred badges in it and immediately rejoiced. He gave a thumbs up to the young monk and said, "Little monk ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ You really are a sincere person. "

"Donor, you go!"

The little monk clasped his hands together and said blankly, "This time, we will not make it difficult for the donor. Of course, if we encounter the donor next time, we will still shoot."

"it is good!"

Jiang Yi's impression of the young monk changed greatly, he took out the Silver Moon Demon Wolf and galloped away, and quickly led a burst of mad sand and disappeared into the distance.

"Little Master!"

When Jiang Yi left, more than twenty monks looked at the little monk in anxiety, but didn't know where to start.

The young monk touched the bowl in his hand and shook his head and sighed sighing, "The ancestor said that his bowl has the nine-yang Buddhist seal. If anyone can break his bowl, this person is either a fierce one or Great saints! We can't bother these two kinds of people, otherwise we will bring endless troubles to the Great Zen Temple, let's go. "