Why do they always think that I am the hidden immortal emperor?

He started to write again.

Chapter 315·Buddha Madman

In the Harmony Building.

Chen Lian was trying on clothes shyly.

Behind her, Zhao Xueqi was smiling and holding many items in her hands waiting for her to try them on.

Su Lianxue had something to do temporarily, so she left first.

These clothes will definitely be eye-catching if worn out.

But for the female immortal cultivators in this world, especially the righteous female cultivators, basically no one would wear them out.

Those who wear this kind of low-V, deep-groove backless outfit for others to see are basically from sects like the Demonic Hehuan Sect.

There is even a sect that has made special contact with Hemulou and orders a large number of clothes every month.

This is of great benefit to their practice.

After all, the female cultivators of the Hehuan Sect make a living by seducing men.

Of course, Chen Lian would not let anyone see her. Most of the clothes she bought would only be worn at night to show to her brother.

It would be great if he could like it.

Watching Chen Lian try one thing after another, Zhao Xueqi couldn't help but feel a little envious.

"Little sister, what's your relationship like with Ye Jiu?"

Chen Lian stopped, poked his lips with his finger, raised his head and looked at the ceiling, thought for a moment, and then replied with a smile: "Brother Ye Jiu is my brother and my favorite person."

Unabashed love is revealed at this moment.

For a moment, Zhao Xueqi didn't know what to say.

She looked at Chen Lian in a daze, and she felt increasingly inferior.

It is impossible for monks and mortals.

She understands.

It would be great if she also had cultivation skills.

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Xilingzhou, on an island.

Huang Shi was standing in front of a boulder. Behind him, four demon cultivators were kneeling on the ground.

One of them said respectfully:

"Master, the new Sword Sect created by Gu Nansheng finally chose the Beiyan Desert. It is inaccessible, with few living people, and not even many monks. It is a paradise for monsters, so they invited people from the Forging Sect to help. , the Blacksmithing Sect was worried about Gu Nansheng’s strength, and sent some people to build it, but he didn’t have many spiritual stones in his hands, and the Blacksmithing Sect didn’t work hard, so it will probably take a while before the new Sword Sect can build it.”

"Well, I see, let's go down."

The four left.

The deserted world stood here silently for a long time, and a teleportation door appeared out of thin air not far away, and a figure walked out of it.

It's a bald head.

"Donor Huang, we meet again."

This bald man is none other than someone else.

It is the awakened immortal from ancient times, completely different.

Behind him, there are many strange monsters, but these monsters all have one thing in common.

Above their heads, there is an illusory tight hoop.

The slightest hint of temper will kill it.

Needless to say, the people who control these tight hoops are completely different.

Huang Shi turned around coldly and looked at Quan Yi without any fear.

"Oh, let my apprentice go. This will be good for both you and me. Do you have to fight before you give up? There are many more immortals in this era. You also know that if you don't want to be taken over, The advantage of a fisherman is still..."

Huangshi hasn't finished speaking yet.

The entire island went from lush with trees to a sky full of yellow sand in an instant.

Quan Yi stood in the yellow sand, the beads around his neck fluttering freely in the wind, but there seemed to be a certain pattern.

"Donor, why don't you know that the young monk came to you not to blackmail you for something with the demonic disciples who came to spy on my Buddhist sect, but to have a fight with you, the benefactor?"

Boom!

The ground thundered.

A giant Buddha appeared out of thin air and extended its giant palm to the deserted world.

In the palm of his hand, there is an eye of Buddha. Being stared at by this eye makes Huangshi seem to be falling into the judgment of his own sins.

It's a pity that this kind of thing has no meaning at all in the desolate world.

He is the master of demons. For him, sin does not need to be judged, but is a fact that needs to be celebrated.

The blood-red claws rose into the sky and collided hard with the palm. The demonic energy was overwhelming and reflected the Buddha's light that illuminated the earth. The two completely different forces repelled each other and overturned the land in an instant.

"Hahahaha, he is worthy of being the strongest demon lord in the modern era. With such strength, even in my time, he must be a powerful person. Very good, very good. I feel more and more happy about the fact that I have survived."

Completely unscathed, he sat cross-legged in the air. Behind him, a green-faced Vajra with no power and self-wrath held the six-path samsara-conquering demon pestle, which intersected with ninety-nine 81 Buddha beads to form the Supreme Vajra Buddha Light Array.

Under the illumination of this light, even a small fish will be given consciousness and escape into Buddhism.

Huang Shi frowned slightly, but had no fear at all. He flew into the air to confront Quan Yi, raised a hand, and the blood-red demonic energy enveloped him.

A battle armor made of demonic energy was attached to him, and behind him, there were countless phantoms of demons fighting each other, forming a hell of slaughter.

"You are the current Buddha Master of Zhongzhou Buddhism."

"Exactly, I didn't expect you to recognize me."

Huang Shi's expression darkened. He didn't expect that there were other immortals in Zhongzhou.

And what did he just say?

His era?

In other words, this monk is not from this era.

Is he an immortal from ancient times?

Quan Yi's eyes changed when he saw Huang Shi, and a kind smile appeared on his face. He clasped his hands together, and the beads came to his back and formed a halo of light.

"It seems that you should have thought of it. Yes, I am not from your era. Let me tell you more accurately. I am an immortal who was killed after being defeated in ancient times, but was resurrected in this era for unknown reasons. Moreover, I am far from the only one who has been resurrected.”

Having said this, Quanyi raised his left hand, and an eyeball appeared out of thin air in his palm.

Seeing those eyeballs, Huang Shi suddenly frowned.

"No need to guess, this trophy also belongs to an immortal. It is a centipede demon immortal that I hunted the day before yesterday. His poison really caused me a lot of trouble."

madman.

This monk is absolutely crazy.

He actually said that an immortal's eyeballs were trophies?

How could there be such a bellicose monk?

Shouldn't those bald donkeys all be practicing in temples and have no desires or desires?

Huang Shi didn't feel that scared at all. In his current state of mind, he was no longer surprised by many things. So what if he killed the immortal?

He won't let anyone take advantage of him.

The monk's intention is really obvious. If he wants to fight, he must strike first.

"There are many Buddha relics in my treasure house, but there is still one missing from the immortal. It seems there is hope today."

While the two were fighting.

Hundreds of thousands of Buddhist cultivators flew from the edge of Zhongzhou and Xilingzhou. They each held weapons and killed demons on sight in Xilingzhou.

Wanmolou will not sit still and wait for death.

On this battlefield called Xilingzhou, the war between Buddha and demons started suddenly.

What are they for?

The reason is simply because Quan Yi found traces of the deserted world and brought his disciples here.

He is truly a Buddha lunatic.

Chapter 316·I really envy those who cultivate immortality

Chen Lian happily returned home to Qixing Island.

Beside her, Zhao Xueqi also followed.

The two held umbrellas and saw the carnival postures of other people on the island along the way. Even the proud monks in the past sat directly on the ground to practice.

Everyone wants more rainwater, and every household uses large tanks and basins to collect it, even if the water will no longer have any effect.

This situation made Zhao Xueqi feel a little confused. Mortals and immortal cultivators were really different.

This mortal girl was invited by Chen Lian.

But when she stood at the door, she felt a little regretful.

Ye Jiu is her partner, and he got many design ideas for clothes, but that's all.

"Sister, I'd better go back first. The clerk in the store is a bit young and has no experience. He still wants me to teach him."

"It doesn't matter, just treat it as a holiday for yourself. Brother will definitely make delicious food later. We can't eat it, so why don't you come with us?"

Chen Lian held Zhao Xueqi's hand and pushed open the door with a smile.

When she clearly saw Jian Chen sitting upright next to Ye Jiu, she showed a surprised expression and said, "Huh? It's Uncle Jian Chen, you're here again."

One word after another made Jian Chen suddenly break into a cold sweat.

It seemed that not only Senior Ye Jiu, but also Senior Chen Lian disliked him coming too much.

He quickly stood up and said with an apologetic smile: "I, I understand, I understand, please sit down."

"what?"

Chen Lian didn't know what he understood, but she just wondered for a while, then happily ran to Ye Jiu, threw away her umbrella, and sat down next to him.

"What is brother doing?"

Ye Jiu put down the brush in his hand and looked helplessly at the raindrops on the rice paper. "You, you, you ran so fast. I ruined a good calligraphy. Go to the house and change clothes. You are all wet." ”

Chen Lian stuck out his tongue, stood up and ran into the house.

After she entered the room, Ye Jiu balled up the destroyed words and threw them aside. Jian Chen swallowed his saliva, ran over carefully, and put away the paper ball.

This is baby.

Ye Jiu ignored him and saw Zhao Xueqi who was still standing at the door. His eyes lit up and he immediately stood up to greet her.

"There are few visitors, come in quickly, why are you still standing there?"

Zhao Xueqi smiled awkwardly, but did not move her eyes away from Ye Jiu's head.

The monk is indeed very powerful.

Even if it rains, you only need to use a little magic to move the rain away from your head. This is something that a mortal cannot do in this life.

She bit her lower lip, feeling confused.

Why is she a person without spiritual roots?

Following Ye Jiu, Zhao Xueqi also sat under the eaves.

"Big boss of Hehu Building, you should go change your clothes too, otherwise it will be uncomfortable if you get sick."

"it is good."