The night is quiet and the moon is quiet.

Outside the Xieji Sect's residence, a group of Buddhist masters led by the four great saints such as Daoxin came here in the moonlight.

Since the first generation of the evil emperor Xie Bo, the Xieji Sect has been the most hidden force among the two sects and six paths of the Demon Sect. It was spread to the world by the evil emperor Mo Yiming in the previous generation.

The Han general Ran Min, who assisted the Shi Zhao regime in Moyiming, was determined to expel the Tartars, but as Ran Min was defeated, he was forced to disappear.

His disciple Xiang Yutian Tianzong not only inherited his Xieji Sect, but also outstripped his martial arts, and even better than him. Although he has not developed the Xieji Sect for hundreds of years.

But it is also the most prosperous sect among the Demon Sect today.

"Buddhist faith!"

"The Buddhist Emperor's Heart!"

"Friend Jiaxiang!"

"Buddhist wisdom!"

"Buddhist temple is empty!"

"Please see Mr. Xiang!"

The huge sound of passing through the golden cracked stone rolled away, covering the entire Xieji Sect's resident and resounding throughout the wilderness.

boom!

The lights suddenly appeared in the base of the Xieji Sect, countless torches were raised, and countless noisy footsteps sounded.

After a cup of tea, a group of masters of Xieji Sect rushed out of the base.

"Old monk Daoxin! Why did my evil sect cause trouble?"

Among the masters of the Evil Sect, Mr. Zhou stepped out and shouted loudly.

The old man Zhou was wearing a monk's robe, with a wide face as a basin, his chin was bulging, his two thick lips were protruding like birds, and his big eyes were as clear as two balls of ghost fire. His body was short and fat, but his hands were as thick as a tree trunk, and his five fingers were as thick as radishes. He was indescribably ferocious and evil.

When the Buddhists saw that Mr. Zhou sighed with an evil aura, he was wearing a monk's robe, and he couldn't help but frown secretly.

"Old Zhou sighed, I wonder where your master is Xiang Yutian?"

The most violent among the four great saint monks, Di Xin snorted coldly, and his Zen stick in his hand slammed heavily, shaking with the ground and making a sound.

"I wonder, what's the four great saint monks looking for my master?"

Old Zhou sighed before he could speak, and a charming woman in palace clothes and colorful clothes standing behind him moved her lotus steps and spoke softly.

"It seems that Mr. Xiang is not here?"

Daoxin's crystal-clear face revealed a smile, and a single palm stood in front of his chest, chanting the Buddha's name high, saying, "The Evil Sect is doing something wrong, today, I will come to subdue the demons!"

Rumble!

As Daoxin spoke, the Buddhist masters behind him roared loudly, and the rolling sound waves suddenly burst out with the surging true energy!

"Not good! The bald donkey is going crazy!"

"Kill! Kill these bald donkeys!"

"kill!"

The expressions of the people in the Xieji Sect suddenly changed. They knew that they could not be good. They immediately unsheathed their swords and tweaked the rolling airflow around them, facing a group of Buddhist masters!

clang clang!

The sound of countless swords being unsheathed, countless monks being unsheathed, and the sound of killing soared into the sky.

The strong wind swept through the sky and the bloody smell went all the way.

But after a few breaths, I don’t know how many masters died.

"Old bald donkey! When my master returns, you will surely destroy your Buddhist principles!"

Mr. Zhou sighed and shouted loudly, thinking that the monks were crazy and stopped asking.

He suddenly took a step forward, and his thick palm suddenly attacked in his wide sleeves, which immediately shocked several Buddhist masters who came to death on the spot.

"Oh no! Why don't Master return after he's alive?"

Jin Huanzhen's face looked ugly, her five fingers opened, and a scarlet true energy surged, and she pointed the Buddhist master in front of her, and was shocked and angry.

As the colorful clothes danced, I suddenly glanced at them and saw countless monks in the moonlight flashing brightly, densely packed, like a tide, and my heart was cold.

Although the Xieji Sect is quite powerful, Xiang Yutian is not there, so he can't resist the Buddha Sect coming out in full bloom.

The masters of the Buddha Sect surrounded and fought like a tide. Only Daoxin, Jiaxiang, and Lekong had not taken action, and were prepared to suddenly attack Yutian.

"Has Xiang Yutian really retreated?"

Jiaxiang stood with one hand on his chest, glanced at the fighting crowd, frowned and spoke.

"It may not be impossible, but I must be careful and must not take advantage of the loopholes!"

Emperor Xin looked indifferently at the battlefield where he had the advantage and said lightly.

"It's a pity that after the battle, countless Buddhist disciples died in a bad life!"

Daoxin chants the Buddha's name in a low voice and sighs.

The Xieji Sect is not wary of the sudden attack of the Buddha Sect, and its power is not as good as the Demon Sect, so it is naturally at a disadvantage. However, there are many masters of the Xieji Sect, and it is almost impossible for the Buddhist sect to achieve a complete victory.

“It is not a bad thing to be reborn in the Pure Land!”

Le Kong's face turned as usual and said lightly.

"Daoxin, Jiaxiang, how dare you four little bald donkeys attack my Holy Sect?"

At this moment, in the wilderness, a cold, domineering and murderous voice suddenly came to mind.

This sound did not penetrate the golden cracked stone, it was as faint as a breeze, but it contained an extremely strange evil power!

Boom!

As the sound came, the strong wind suppressed the weeds in the wilderness.

In the moonlight, a figure in a black robe roared and raised dust in the sky, and in one breath it was dozens of feet away. Before he could finish his words, he was approaching the battlefield.

As the black robe danced, a strong wind blew up on the entire battlefield. Countless Buddhist masters screamed and were affected by the evil power in the sound waves and died tragically among the masters of the Xieji Sect!

The situation on the entire field immediately reversed, and a group of masters of the Evil Sect shouted at the Holy Emperor and took action violently, which immediately beat the Buddhist masters backwards.

"Amitabha!"

Daoxin chanted the Buddha's name high, and the vast Buddha's power fluctuated with the sound waves, interrupting the evil voice of the visitor: "Sir Xiang is an evil emperor, but he has taken action against the younger generation, and he really loses his identity!"

"Haha! Haha! The little bald donkey's face is a must!"

A wild laughter came from the black robe, and immediately suppressed the voice of Daoxin.

"Amitabha!"

The other old monks' faces changed slightly, and they stepped out together, chanting the Buddha's name.

Rumble!

The rolling sound waves resisted each other, and the fierce force surged endlessly. The ground around him trembled and dust spread over the sky.

"ah!"

"ah!"

"ah!"

As the sound waves that were almost visible to the naked eye were shocked, more than a thousand monks and hundreds of masters of the Xieji Sect could not help but throw their weapons away, and cried out in pain.

The entire warland screamed in tears.

Buzzing!

The air was buzzing, and the black figure fought against Daoxin and other five people with his own strength, and he was not at a disadvantage.

call!

As the sound waves roared, the five old monks took a step back together. As they waved their sleeves, their true energy surged endlessly, and they were almost slightly injured at the same time!

"Mr. Xiang is indeed worthy of being an evil emperor! It's really amazing!"

Daoxin's face flashed slightly with a hint of paleness, and he was deeply impressed.

"Good means! The Daoxin Demonic Art is worthy of being one of the four great magical skills!"
Chapter completed!