Sweeping Monk, Go Down the Mountain at Full Level

"The poor monk and your master Xuyuan Buddha are fighting for the position of the Tathagata. Even if your master is here, you don't dare to call Xuankong Junior Brother when you see the poor monk."

"What kind of role are you, dare to call the poor monk Zeng Shi-nephew"

Xu Changsheng's eyes were like substance, like Wan Jun's sky-lifting stick, pressing down on Wuzhen.

Wu Zhen was sweating coldly, feeling that his bones were about to fall apart, clenching his teeth and supporting him hard.

He did not expect that this "Nephew Zeng"

, so unpleasant.

Xu Changsheng's dharma name is Xuanzi generation, Wuzhen's dharma name is Wuzi generation, and it is above Huizi generation.

Wu Zhen originally wanted to take advantage of the cheapness of the dharma name and show his quickness of words, but he never thought that Xu Changsheng would not be able to bully him with a little cleverness.

"bang"

Suddenly, Wu Zhen couldn't bear the weight of Xu Changsheng's gaze, and he fell to the ground, lying on the square.

The surrounding monks watched, making Satoru feel endless humiliation.

But in the face of Xu Changsheng's terrifying and boundless strength, Wu Zhen couldn't bear his anger, and his heart was completely dominated by fear! At this moment, a huge black shadow in the sky suddenly fell.

Note: The dragons in the eight heavenly dragons are Naga, not the real dragons.

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Chapter 122 Xiejia Demon Venerable, Obstruction Nightmare Shadow 【For Collection】

"what is that"

"Rub and round, like a comet meteorite!"

"Get out of the way, hit us."

The dazzling sunlight in the sky was suddenly blocked by a huge object, casting a large shadow on the square in front of the eight-part Tianlong relief.

Xu Changsheng was shrouded in shock.

"Humph! Does Xuyuan Buddha also play such tricks!"

Xu Changsheng snorted coldly, raised his hands with one hand, the white monk's robe was not stirred by the wind, and the mighty Buddha force supported the sky.

In an instant, thousands of splendid golden rays of light, like a torrent, rose from Xu Changsheng's body and rolled up the sky.

The huge black shadow that fell sharply was supported by Jinquan's long rainbow-like Buddha's power, and it slammed: and suspended in mid-air, it turned out to be a huge head.

The head is thick with snake hair, the forehead has eight scarlet vertical eyes, the fangs are wide, the face is like brass, and the neck fracture is bigger than a waterwheel.

"What a hideous head!"

"It's too big, the body of this head, doesn't it have a body that is hundreds of feet high?"

"Wait..., the face looks familiar, kind of like..."

"Is it right like Demon Venerable Xiejia, one of the four guardians of the Heavenly Demon Sect?"

"Amitabha, is actually the Demon Lord of Xiejia!"

The monks standing on the Babu Tianlong Relief Square made a sound of exclamation.

I saw a young monk in a gorgeous cassock floating down and stepping on the head of Demon Venerable Xiejia.

Just as he was about to compete in secret with Xu Changsheng, Xu Changsheng snorted, raised his palm, and swung it to the side.

The head of Xiejia Demon Venerable hovering in midair was immediately thrown into the open space beside the square, making a loud bang.

The monks nearby, attracted by the huge movement, rushed over one after another.

A young monk in a gorgeous cassock landed on his feet and came to the ground.

"It's Xuyuan Buddha who has returned."

"Sure enough, Xiejia Demon Venerable was killed by Xuyuan Buddha."

"Quick! Quick! Quick! Announce the four gods and monks and the Tathagata, Xuyuan Buddha is back."

The monks in the square were so excited that there was a burst of enthusiastic cheers.

Xu Changsheng looked at the young monk in front of him.

The other party has a masculine appearance, a well-defined face, and a burly and powerful figure.

The inner lining is the yellow robe of the warrior monk, and the outer is covered with a cassock inlaid with seven treasures such as agate, glazed, crystal, clam and amber.

Behind him, a Buddha wheel was like flames, with six rosary beads the size of fists floating around.

The rosary is not strung with strings, but suspended around the flame Buddha wheel, with "" on it

, "Bah"

,"mum"

, "Hu"

Wait for the six-character mantra in Sanskrit! "You are the son of Xuyuan Buddha"

Xu Changsheng asked.

Xuyuan Buddha's hands clasped together and bowed.

"Little monk Xuyuan, I have seen senior brother."

Xu Changsheng returned the salute and proclaimed the Buddha's name: "Amitabha, you are welcome, the poor monk's name is Xuankong."

"It turned out to be Senior Brother Xuankong, the little monk was on the road and heard about you."

"Senior brother's understanding of Buddhism is quite insightful. We should have a good chat at that time."

Xuyuan Buddha did not have the arrogance in his imagination, but was very sunny and humble.

He turned his head to look at Wu Zhen, who was lying on the ground, and said with a smile: "To meet Uncle Xuankong, you don't need to throw your body on the ground, let's do such a big salute."

"Wuzhen, don't get up quickly!"

Wuzhen, who was thrown to the ground, immediately felt the "Mt. Sumeru" pressing down on his body.

Moved away, feeling comfortable all over, with an indescribable ease.

But when he tried to get up, he found that his limbs could not move at all.

"Master... Master, I can't get up..."

Wu Zhen panicked, sweat beads the size of soybeans appeared on his forehead, and said anxiously and fearfully.

in spite of....

No matter how hard he exerted his strength, mobilized the strength of his limbs and bones, and even operated the Buddha's power, he just couldn't stand up.

It's as if...you don't have hands or feet at all.

Xuyuan Buddha said patiently: "Child, your fear of Uncle Xuankong has formed a nightmare and blinded your perception."

"There's nothing wrong with your body, it's just your heart that has a problem."

Wuzhen really wanted to say, he understood the truth, but how to break through the barrier nightmare? Xu Yuan Buddha himself helped Wuzhen up, and then gave Xu Changsheng a deep look.

"Is this the one who competes with me for the position of the Tathagata?"

"I didn't expect that he looked so young, and with just one look and aura, he left a shadow in Wu Zhenzhen."

"If Wu Zhen wants to break through the barrier nightmare, unless Xuan Kong dies, or he defeats Xuan Kong himself."

"Otherwise, for the rest of your life, standing in front of Xuan Kong, you will be afraid and bow your head."

The thoughts in Xuyuan Buddha's heart turned a hundred times, but the surface was still warm and sunny, and he was gentle with others.

Xu Changsheng looked at the Buddha of Xuyuan, and even if he used his mind, he still could not perceive what the Buddha of Xuyuan was thinking.

But Xu Changsheng guessed with his eyes closed, and he could also guess what Xu Yuan Buddha was thinking.

"This Xuyuan Buddha is not as simple as he imagined."

Xu Changsheng groaned and his eyes flickered.

In the sky, four groups of Buddha lights flashed, illuminating all directions.

Impressively, the four gods and monks came, sitting cross-legged in the void, like an old Buddha, the ancient well has no waves, compassion and kindness.

"Xu Yuan, you are back."

The monk Yuanjue saw the Xuyuan Buddha below and showed a satisfied smile.

"Yes, yes, green is better than blue, and you can kill Xiejia Demon Venerable by yourself, which shows that your strength is above the old man."

"Hahahaha, Xiejia Demon Venerable has done many evils, and he will die."

"Xu Yuan's elimination of Xiejia Demon Venerable is also a merit."

The four great monks, including Yuanku and Yuanchen, smiled and nodded kindly.

How do they see Xuyuan Buddha, how do they find it pleasing to the eye?

"Xu Yuan, meet the four masters!"

Buddha Xu Yuan bowed to the four old monks in the sky.

"Get up, don't be too polite."

"When you become a Tathagata in the future, it will be... the old man salutes you."

"Amitabha, Xu Yuan is worthy of being a monk who has won the first Zhao Yi with wisdom and talent since the thousands of years in the Great Xuankong Temple."

The four gods and monks were full of praise for Xuyuan Buddha, and then looked at Xu Changsheng again.

"Look at the other one, hey..."

"Hmph, betrayal, I don't know what to do!"

"No demons, no demons, no Buddhas, no Taos, no fishes,,!"

Xu Changsheng looked up at the sky and said indifferently, "Amitabha, why should the four great monks hold each other and step on the other?"

"The poor monk and Xu Yuan won't decide whether to win or lose. As for the position of the Tathagata, who will be the winner, I don't know yet."

"Don't forget the four monks, if the poor monk becomes the Tathagata, you will all pass away."

"If you regret it, hehe, don't blame the poor monk for sending you on the road in person."