Grandpa Supreme

Chapter 1621
During the fight with the Raksha Sect, he accidentally knocked over this miraculous pill, and the resentful Chanting Swallowed all the pills in one go.

Ling Yun said, there are only a few dozen of those crazy pills.

Yan Xuefei and the others stared wide-eyed and swallowed so many pills in one go, yet none of them died, it's unbelievable.

The Crazy Demon Pill produces a miraculous chain reaction in the body of the chanting man, his power increases thousands of times, and one thought becomes a demon!
Righteousness is wiped out in the rivers and lakes, good and evil are only in a moment, and the kindness born of chanting sutras dies in the rivers and lakes at that moment.

Long Yanran exclaimed, "His coffin is his wife."

God!

The coffin carried by the devil is his favorite wife.

Thinking of this, Yan Xuefei and the others felt their scalps go numb, and Ling Yun nodded, admitting that the coffin contained the most beloved wife of the chanting student.

From then on, he chanted sutras and carried the coffin to kill people. He wanted to use magic to preserve his wife's body and bring his beloved back to life.

One person, one coffin, two knives, slaughtering a city for one person, after the bloodbath of the Rakshasa Sect, since then, there has been an extra coffin-carrying blood demon in the twelve domains, just to find a way to bring the dead back to life.

Long Yanran's eyes are moist, there are such infatuated men in the world, if the world hurts you, I will kill everyone in the world.

Ghost Yasha said: "Is it right to kill tens of thousands of people for the sake of one person?"

Such a person is a good man to the wife of a sutra student, but is he still a human being to those innocent people?

"Papa, is what you said true?"

There was a voice of milk behind Ling Yun and the others, whoever it was if it wasn't a little guy.

"The story Shuai Shushu told was so touching, Bei Bei cried."

"Ok!"

The corner of Ling Yun's mouth cried out a word, which is of course true.

Yan Xuefei turned her head and saw the three little guys, they were holding hands by An Qing.

They passed by here after school and heard the movement, so they ran over to have a look.

"Wow, another bald donkey, papa and the others are really annoying."

The little guy frowned and looked at the people in Putuo Temple.

Dongfang Honghong shook her head and sighed, "Poor people must have something to hate."

The people of Putuo Temple on this trip were led by Master Xuanxin. Half a month ago, Putuo Temple received news that the coffin-carrying blood demon had appeared again.

After half a month of chasing him, he finally stopped him in Time City of Wuhun Continent. The chanting student's hands were covered with blood, and Putuo Temple had to kill him.

The other casual cultivators are the enemies of the chanting students. For so many years, since the chanting students became demons, they have killed many, many people, and their enemies are countless.

The disciples of Putuo Temple led by Master Xuanxin were all his direct disciples, and under the siege of the crowd along the way, three disciples were killed instead.

"Hahaha, it's a good sentence to put down the butcher's knife." The chanting student laughed, his eyes flashed with scarlet, such a lineup can do nothing for him.

"You killed so many innocent people, those unarmed people, don't you have any regrets?"

Master Xuanxin looked at the chanting students and said, with a slight chill between his brows.

"Resurrection with you, even if it kills all the people in the world."

The chanting student smashed the knife in his right hand into the ground, then took out a jug of wine, and drank it quickly.

Long Yanran wiped the corners of her eyes: "His coffin has never been put down before. This coffin is his whole life. It is too heavy to carry."

For some reason, Ling Yun felt an indescribable sadness in his heart when he heard these words.

A casual cultivator snorted coldly and said, "Blood Demon, today is your death date, I want to avenge my son's family."

"Come on, anyone who blocks my footsteps is already the soul of my sword." The chanter threw the wine pot away and picked up the knife again.

Ye Guchen has a slender figure and is dressed in a black robe.

With two knives in one hand, he pointed obliquely at the ground, with a coffin behind him.

His expression was cold and indifferent.

The blade reflects the sharpness.

"Encountering Putuo Temple, the fate of the coffin-carrying blood demon has come to an end." A young man with a sword smiled meaningfully.

He is just here to watch a play, and the life and death of the sutra-chanting students has nothing to do with him.

"Amitabha, that little monk can only stop killing by killing and eliminate harm for the world."

boom!
Just as Master Xuanxin's words fell, a terrifying bloody murderous intent swept out from the body of the sutra chanter like a storm, causing the temperature in the surrounding world to drop to freezing point.

This scene caused the expressions of everyone around to change slightly.

"It's so murderous, it seems that the coffin-carrying gorefiend is about to start a killing spree." Gui Yasha's eyes widened in vain. He had heard of the horror of the coffin-carrying gorefiend long ago, and today he can witness a battle.

"If you want to die, I will fulfill you."

The double knives held by the sutra chanter were humming and trembling, as if they couldn't help it, thirsty for human blood.

"Just you, a devil, dare to speak out and start killing. If it wasn't for the carelessness of the juniors, how could you have been slaughtered by you!" A certain monk gave the chanting student a look of incomparable annoyance.

Master Xuanxin didn't say a word, his eyes were as cold as the crows of the moon.

"Give it to me!" Zi Yuxin shouted coldly.

In Putuo Temple, casual practitioners, a total of [-] or [-] people, surrounded and killed the students who chanted sutras.

Among them, the weakest ones have the cultivation bases of the thirteenth level of the Immortal Emperor, and most of them are the sixteenth level of the Immortal Emperor.

So many people gathered around to kill, even some weaker Immortal Emperor Shiba couldn't hold it back.

The chanting student was calm and calm, the corner of his mouth curled up with a hint of coldness, and the two knives in his hands vibrated.

He is alone, with two knives.It seems to be transformed into thousands of bodies, sweeping all directions!

Those screams resounded continuously.

Every time it falls on a person's side, there will be blood spattering and screams.

In front of his two knives, there is no difference between Immortal Emperor Thirteen and Sixteen.

Everyone, in his hands, is like cabbage, cut and chop at will!
puff!

The chanting student swiped his knife, and a severed arm flew out.

puff!

Chanting the scriptures, a horizontal sword passed by, and a head flew out.

Everyone's brains are blank.

Long Yanran even opened her small mouth dully, and the scene in front of her made her feel infinitely shocked.

"Is...is my eyes dazzled?" Ghost Yasha and the others were also stunned.

"This coffin-carrying blood demon has some strength." Yan Xuefei was slightly surprised.

The disciples of Putuo Temple, some casual cultivators who did not participate in the field, also seemed to be petrified, and there seemed to be thunder in their minds.

This kind of feeling is like, one moment was a little white rabbit, and the next moment, it turned into killing a white tiger.

This change stunned the audience!

A group of immortal emperors were killed flying like dogs, blood spattering.

After a massacre, Chanting Sutra put on a black robe, which was covered with blood, and there were bloodstains everywhere on the ground.

On the edge of the blade, there was a drop of blood falling.

He looked indifferently, looking at the people who surrounded him, as well as the most powerful Master Xuanxin.

At this moment, in the eyes of Ghost Yasha and others, the figure of Chanting Sutra stands upright like a pillar of the sky, which is admirable.

With one person and two swords, you can turn your hands into clouds, and turn your hands into rain!

(End of this chapter)