Reborn for ten thousand years, the Eternal Heavenly Lord

Huang Mancang asked with a smile: "When? Oh! This catastrophe seems to be more severe than the previous ones."

He stretched out his hand to push the scabbard across his neck back in front of Jianzi, and instead of retreating, he moved forward and asked in a low voice, "Is Jingjing really dead? Has the Haotian Sect been destroyed? Wu Gouzi hasn't come back yet?"

Jianzi's expression was heavy.

"Where is the demon now?"

"Buddhaland!"

Huang Mancang's playful expression froze, and he looked at Jianzi Huang Renren with a concerned look, and said with an awkward smile: "It should be fine. My master and his men are all very arrogant. One or two demons from outer space can't cause any big waves."

“The damage is severe.”

Huang Mancang finally stopped laughing, his expression heavy. He wiped his forehead, which was not even sweaty, with the back of his hand. He gritted his teeth and stepped forward. With a flash of golden light, the lotus platform lifted him up steadily. He did not forget to put his palms together in return for Jianzi's greeting and said, "Goodbye!"

Jianzi didn't know how to comfort her, so he could only bow and say, "Goodbye!"

The golden nine-leaf lotus platform gathered the aura of the Buddha and rushed straight towards the direction of the Buddha's kingdom.

Jianzi looked at Huang Mancang's receding back and said, "Jingjing is dead; Haotian Sect is dead; Wu Hao hasn't come back yet, but there is still hope."

He didn't take his eyes off for a long time, and suddenly sighed and said, "Wu Hao, it would be best if you died."

Why did he say such cruel words? After all, Huang Renren was Wu Hao's first like-minded brother in the Hidden Star of the Zhongtian Realm. Perhaps it was because he knew him well that he didn't want to make Gouzi heartbroken. After all, Wu Hao's great goal was protection. If he couldn't even protect his wife and the sect, how could he achieve his great goal?

"Dad!" A young boy came flying on a sword. The sword was twice as tall as the boy, but it held him up steadily as he flew. He had sword-like eyebrows, bright eyes, thick eyebrows and big eyes, perfectly avoiding Jianzi's square face genes. He had an oval face, and although it had not fully opened yet, the foundation of handsomeness had been laid.

Jianzi opened his arms and quickly stepped forward to protect Huang Zi. His worried face turned into a fatherly smile. His son Huang Zi contributed greatly to his being able to go out and have fun. He was born with the ability to combine man and sword. His talent was so good that God fed him personally. The moment he was born, the magic sword "Wuxie" recognized him as its master. He could fly a sword at the age of two. Even Pavilion Master Huang Tianxu was stunned by such talent. It showed that the son born by my son was better than the son born by me. Pavilion Master Huang was so angry that he felt annoyed whenever he saw Huang Renren. Huang Renren was surprised and jealous of the special attention and care from his grandparents. He was also annoyed when he saw his father. But now that his father didn't nag and care about him as usual when he went out, he felt a little disappointed.

"Baoxiang, why are you riding a sword again? If your mother knew about this, she would beat you up."

Huang Zi, nicknamed Baoxiang, was currently crawling on his father's neck and grabbing his hair. Huang Renren first bowed to thank the two hidden protectors not far away, and then started teasing his son.

Huang Zi was tickled on the waist and started laughing, "cough cough cough". The long sword "Wuxie" was moving around the father and son, and he seemed to be in a good mood.

"Dad, a gift."

Jianzi hurriedly reached out to take the gift from his son. It was a scabbard, without a sharp edge but revealing its sword power. He smiled bitterly and asked not far away, "Did you find treasure in the treasure chest again?"

"I'm also wondering, you said that we've lived in Jianshan for hundreds of years, and dozens of Jian Pavilion masters have failed to discover these treasures. Do you think this is scientific? You can find treasures right at your doorstep. I'm convinced."

Jianzi could only smile awkwardly, and once again bowed to the hidden Huang Zi protector to express his gratitude: "No matter how powerful you are, you still need the blessing of the two uncles' luck. The luckier the treasure chest, the higher your achievement will be. We will just benefit from it in the future."

"Hehehehe..."

Huang Zi's protector, Huang Zi's father, these titles sound good.

……

The remaining two-thirds of the 480 temples in the Buddhist Kingdom, the religion that is destined to slay demons and eliminate evil, is bullied by the demons. It is somewhat ironic that even though the Buddha has taken defensive measures, he is still torn into pieces by the Winged-Armored Demon.

The arrogance of the Winged-Armored Sky Demon was unparalleled. It was originally at the Super Venerable Realm. Even Ruan Qingtian's father-in-law, He Tianzun, had to be cautious when his spiritual consciousness came down to the earth. The pressure of heaven and earth and the burden of the Great Dao did not restrict it at all as it had no spiritual power and no spiritual consciousness. It had no taboos in its movements. No matter how high the super-class masters of the Hidden Stars reached, they could not surpass the Tianzun Realm. It was not easy for it to drag on until now by relying on numbers and special methods.

There is a fateful dispute between the Buddhist Kingdom and the Cangsheng Sect - there cannot be two tigers in one mountain. The foundation of the Cangsheng Sect is the incense and reverence of all living beings, while the Buddhist Kingdom cultivates merits, and also cultivates the piety of all living beings. Ruan Qingtian has long been planning to suppress the Buddhist Kingdom, and has been planning for many years. He even lured Fang Ren, the son of Jianshanyu, to help him achieve his goal, not to mention other deployments, but they just lack the right help.

With the appearance of the Winged-Armored Demon, his chance has come.

The Winged Armored Demon's scarlet eyes swept across the battlefield, and his cold murderous intent came out with his words: "Surrender, change your faith, or die!"

The right sleeve of the Buddhist master's "Suffering" Bodhisattva's robe is empty. He has a bitter face and it is impossible to tell whether he is happy or angry at this moment. The compassionate image behind him is a little dim, and the golden light is restrained.

"My pen expresses my thoughts!"

A slender figure in green robes was flying in the air, holding a brush and writing in the air. An ice city took shape under his pen. There was green in the ice city, and it turned into a plum forest in an instant. The shadows of the plum forest were vague, which was related to the refraction of light in the ice city. There were countless of them. He splashed ink and waved it, and tens of thousands of ice butterflies rushed out of the plum forest and surrounded the devil (a small surprise,?).

“Hiss, boom!”

The Winged Armored Demon tore the scroll apart from the air, his expression ferocious and his anger surging, he shouted angrily: "Enough, there is a huge gap between our cultivation levels, no matter how much you do, it will be in vain. You think you can save these monks by stopping me for a moment, it's impossible."

Kong Fang recited in a clear and elegant voice: "The teachings of the saints are profound."

A picture of mountains and rivers appeared out of thin air under the scholar's pen. The Winged-Armored Demon showed a struggle in his eyes, but he still walked towards the scroll unconsciously. The demon and the scroll flashed away again, but the sky above the battlefield was suddenly filled with wind and thunder, and violent energy rose to the sky.

"what……"

The demon couldn't bear it any longer, and walked out of the void again with a shout. Without stopping, he teleported to Kong Fang's side, swung his claws and slashed down. The sharp blade and the explosion of the air could not be heard in time, and could only follow, with a "chi chi" sound that broke through the air, which was extremely unpleasant.

Kong Fang did not dare to stop and continued to fly the wind. His cultivation was not enough, so he could only use the teachings of sages to trap the demon for a while. However, the demon was too strong and his efforts were ineffective.

"Amitabha!" Ku Nu raised his left hand and looked back at the Buddha's kingdom. He was still a little worried about some people and things. He secretly mocked himself in his heart: "My six senses are still not pure!"

The dim image of great compassion suddenly burst into Buddha light, but the vitality of suffering was quickly fading away.

Many monks noticed the strange phenomenon and looked up at the Bodhisattva of Suffering, their eyes filled with hatred and sadness.