I Heard I've Been Dead For Thousand Years

"Master of supernatural power! I am waiting to respect you as a generation of Buddha patriarchs, how can you make such a disagreement and you have to do it, breaking the righteous friendship of my waiting!"

At this moment, the middle-aged cultivator of the Pang family looked at this huge face with a look of fear, and said in a panic.

But the old monk didn't appreciate it, and said with a sarcasm:

"The poor monk still needs you to give pointers. Don't say it's you little guys. Even if the current emperor of the Great Yuan Dynasty is here, if you dare to make trouble in the City of Ten Thousand Buddhas, the poor monk will beat him up. !"

The monk was so polite, and everyone present took a breath. A generation of emperors is the emperor. On the basis of how many people in the world dare to have this ability and the qualifications to speak such arrogant words, only those who smashed the imperial city in anger. Luantianzun Pei Ji can compare.

But this supernatural power master is not bad. He was called Qianshouzun in his middle age. He was also a rare powerhouse crowned and honored in the past dynasties. He was not as powerful as Luantianzun Pei Ji, and it was the same. many.

The old monk made a move as soon as he finished speaking, and in an instant, Lin Meng's eyesight could only catch the afterimages of his arms, but he couldn't see exactly how he did it.

But the thousand-armed Buddha statue behind him can clearly understand. With the move of the supernatural power master, the thousand-armed Buddha also used the same moves to attack the four gods on the opposite side.

At a time, there were hundreds of arms, and they used different fist moves, smashing them at the four gods.

Hiss... Hundreds of moves were played in an instant!

Lin Meng took a breath and was shocked. He was able to do so, and the speed of his shot reached such a level. Lin Meng felt that this supernatural power master was probably because he was only heard in the legend a thousand years ago. An unseen master of physical control into the micro realm!

"Master of supernatural powers! I have no grievances and no grudges against you, so why bother with such a cruel hand!"

The high-crowned elder of the instant realm has learned well now, and no longer dared to be considered a fellow daoist. The round of the round moon phase that he propped up was also under the attack of hundreds of phases, and he was not able to hold a single breath. Shattered, and then vomited blood repeatedly under the fist movements of those golden arms.

Although the hundred-foot-thousand-armed Buddha Dharma is not as fast as the old monk's real body, it is also extremely fast, with golden arms swinging heavy fists like a torrential rain.

The old man with a high crown is the one with the highest cultivation level, the strongest, and the least injured among the four gods, but the other three wanderers are under such a fierce attack, more than vomiting blood, one is broken bones and muscles. Without resistance, he was constantly hit by the golden arms of the Buddha in the air and flew out, like a personal meat sandbag.

As for the rest of the Immortal Realm Heavenly Immortals before, when they saw the two parties start their hands, they didn’t know how far they ran. With their strength cultivation and physical fitness, let’s not say they suffered hundreds of punches from this great Buddha Dharma. , Even if he was hit by a punch, he might be beaten to death on the spot, and ended up dead.

"Enough brother, don't kill anyone."

Just as the master of supernatural power was up and running, a voice of youth came from the city of Ten Thousand Buddhas.

Lin Meng looked back and saw a handsome young monk wearing a red robes and holding a golden meditation staff walking out of the city gate.

"master!"

When Wuchan saw this person, his hands folded and bowed, the young monk also nodded to Wuchan, Wen said with a smile:

"Walking outside as a teacher, failing to return in time, makes you suffer."

Is a contemporary Xuantian master of heart travel!

Lin Meng looked at the young monk and said that this person is really extraordinary, handsome and handsome, although not as charming as the non-zen appearance, but it is a lot more kind and righteous, giving people a sense of peace and warmth at first sight Sense of.

Master Xinyou persuaded the old monk to stop, walked past Wuchan and came in front of everyone, and glanced at Lin Meng when he passed by Lin Meng.

In an instant, Lin Meng felt as if he had been seen through. There was no secret from the inside to the outside. It was as if he had been stripped and placed in front of the crowd. With a sound of his heart, the control of the divine soul was really terrifying.

Master Xinyou just glanced at Lin Meng, and then raised his brows, showing a slightly surprised look, but these flashed across his face, and after smiling at Lin Meng, he walked towards the four gods. , Sit down.

"Guilty, the poor monk came late and caused you to suffer such suffering. It is not the poor monk's responsibility. The poor monk is here on behalf of his disciples and senior brothers.

Master Xinyou said the name of the Buddha, and sat cross-legged in front of the four gods and gods.

At this time, if there is someone who doesn't understand his character again, he will think it's an artificial person, and sing red cheeks with the old monk one white cheeks.

But Master Xinyou is not like that. It is a well-known compassionate heart in the rivers and lakes. He has never killed or wounded anyone, even birds, beasts, and ants.

"If you still have resentment, please come to the poor monk. Don't try to embarrass the poor monk's disciples and seniors. All sins are borne by the poor monk. If you want to attack the poor monk, the poor monk will never fight back. "

Master Xinyou spoke indifferently, sat in front of everyone, and closed his eyes.

Those four mysterious God is looking all weird, poke this city and this was a love-hate, hate is hate protected teachings before the king supernatural storm hit Grand Master, unreasonable about it.Love is love. The master of Xinyou is really compassionate. It can be said to be the best in the world, and most of the big sects present have been blessed.

"Hey, Junior Brother is here again."

The old monk sighed helplessly as he watched Master Xinyou's actions, and didn't say much. Who would call him the first city of Ten Thousand Buddhas?After that, he received the True Qi, his figure became short and rickety again, and again he concealed it with Tibetan Yuanshu.

It is rumored that Master Xinyou was compassionate, and he was put into the pan in order to mediate the grievances of the two sects, but Master Xinyou actually agreed, and without using infuriating protection, in the hot pan After staying in China for three days and three nights, when he finally came out, he was not only unscathed, but even the robes on his body were not stained at all. Since then, he has been named a legend of a generation and the reincarnation of the Buddha.

At this time, Lin Meng was also interested in seeing how Master Xinyou resolves such grievances. Could he really sit there and let others attack and vent?

In fact, Lin Meng still doesn’t believe in the rumor that Master Xinyou once went to the pan intact. After all, hearing is false and seeing is believing. The rumors may be a bit exaggerated and deified. At this time, he wants to see with his own eyes whether Master Xinyou is true. Is as magical as the rumors.

I saw that among the four mysterious masters, at this moment, only the high-crowned old man in the instant realm could barely stand swayingly, and the other three magical wanderers were all crying and paralyzed in the ground. If the Xinyou master came half a moment later , Maybe they will be beaten to death by the old monk.

Among the three wanderings, the middle-aged monk of the Pang family who hated Wuchan the deepest, heard what Master Xinyou said, coughing up blood and struggling to get up from the ground, looked at Master Xinyou viciously and said:

"This is what you said!"

The next moment, this person pinched his hand, and a khaki-colored lion gesture rushed towards Master Xinyou.

And Master Xinyou still did what he said, never fighting back, sitting cross-legged with his hands folded and closed his eyes, without inciting a trace of cultivation, the lion's Faxiang still rushed at him.