Thunder Martial

Taking away another holy burial place, Zi Chen is going to the western continent.

Zichen has been to this mainland, there is a region called West Desert, there is a Buddhist sect, and Zichen's good friend, monk good and evil, is there.

The holy burial place in this area is in the middle of the Western Desert, which belongs to the scope of Buddhist rule.

Zi Chen came directly to the sky above the holy burial place, and bent down to look at the holy burial place below.

At the moment, in front of the gate of the holy burial place, many monks and even some cross-legged old monks gathered. They seemed to be waiting for the opening of the holy burial place.

Unlike other holy Tibetan places, the opening here is irregular. Sometimes it will be opened every few years, sometimes it will be opened every two years, and the longest will not exceed five years. Relatively speaking, the frequency of its opening is still very high.

The arrival of Zichen did not attract too much attention, because there are often Tianjing here to try their luck.

After seeing Zi Chen, many people looked away, only a few heavenly realms had doubts in their eyes, and then two people got up and walked towards Zi Chen, one of them was a monk, and the other This is an old monk.

"It seems that they are looking for an alliance again." Not far away, some heavenly realms murmured.

Entering the holy place of burial is accompanied by many dangers. If some heavenly realms cooperate fully, the possibility of success will be greater.

But before the two of them came to Zi Chen, Zi Chen looked at the holy burial place in front of him and said, "Zi Chen of the Promise Sect asks to see the guardian of the Holy Land!"

This voice formed a strange sound wave, which spread forward, and the two heavenly realms who were walking straight, happened to be surrounded by the ripples, their expressions immediately changed, and they flashed to the side.

Those monks who didn't care before raised their heads one after another, looking at Zi Chen, their eyes flashed, and their faces were shocked.

"The Promise Sect, Zi Chen!"

Hearing this low shout, this figure that was somewhat familiar before finally became gentle with the stalwart figure in memory, and all kinds of uproars sounded for a while.

Everyone's eyes were fixed on Zi Chen, with shock on their faces.

"What's the matter?" A deep voice came from the holy burial place.

"By the order of the sage Suzaku,

Take the White Tiger Sacred Land away from this place and go to the Promise Sect! "

While speaking, a fiery red token appeared in Zi Chen's hand.

Above the sacred burial place, the space was distorted, and a young man walked out of it. As soon as he appeared, a strong murderous aura spread out.

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Many years ago, Ximo called it the Buddhist Gate, but with the birth of the Buddha, and with many inheritances brought by the Buddha, the Buddhist Gate officially changed its name to the Buddhist Sect.

The current suzerain of the Buddhist sect is the former disciple of the Buddha, the good and evil monk with a reputation far and wide, no less than Zichen.

In Ximo, his reputation is even louder than that of Zichen.

At this moment, the good and evil monk is cross-legged in the main hall of the Buddhist sect. There is sometimes golden light flashing around him, and sometimes black light flashing.

"Sect Master." An anxious voice suddenly came from outside the hall.

The changes around him disappeared, and the monk who opened his eyes became kind again. He looked at the gate of the palace and said, "What's the matter?"

His precious appearance is solemn, and the Buddha's light is surging all over his body, like an eminent monk who has attained the Tao, full of compassion and compassion, and cherishes the great compassion of the world.

"People from the Wuji Sect want to take away the holy place of burial." The voice from the outside sounded again.

"What?" In the monk's eyes, the Buddha's light dissipated, and his compassion gradually disappeared.

"People from the Wuji sect want to move the holy burial place to the Wuji sect." The visitor repeated.

"presumptuous!"

A roar resounded from the hall, and the compassion in the monk's eyes completely disappeared. He stood up directly, with Buddha power surging all over his body, and his expression gradually became cold and stern: "A little Wuji sect dares to come here to attract the attention of the Buddha, how big! What courage! Which brat from the Wuji Sect came from? Go and tell them that even Zi Chen, the leader of the Wuji Sect, would not dare to come to Buddha’s territory to act wildly!"

There was a rolling sound, the hall opened automatically, and a powerful aura filled the surrounding area.

At the same time, the monk's voice echoed throughout the entire Buddhist sect. Such a vulgar tone of voice was also against the teachings of Buddhism, so many old monks could only silently recite Amitabha Buddha in their hearts, pretending not to hear them.

A relatively young monk stood outside the door. When he saw the good and evil monk walking out, he immediately clasped his hands together and saluted, but his expression was a little hesitant.

"The holy burial place, is it said that it can be moved? Who is the brat?" The monk glanced at the monk outside the hall.

"It's... Promise Sect Master Zi Chen!"

"What? Zichen!" The monk stared and asked, "Which Zichen?"

"The Promise Suzerain Zi Chen!" The other party repeated again.

"Damn it, isn't this guy in the Zhanwu Continent? Why did he come here? Besides, he dared to take advantage of the Buddha's idea. No, go and have a look. The holy place of burial belongs to the Buddha, and no one can take it away. "

While speaking, the monk's expression showed a rare excitement, and he immediately flew away from the Buddhist sect.

"Boom!"

At this moment, the earth began to tremble, and the sound of rumbling resounded through the sky and the earth.

All of a sudden, those old Buddhist monks who were still in seclusion opened their eyes one after another, and their huge spiritual thoughts spread out.

In the same realm, these old monks have huge spiritual thoughts because of practicing exercises, and the place where the holy burial is not too far away from the Buddhist sect, so these spiritual thoughts immediately found out that the place of the holy burial is The mutation, as well as the stalwart figure outside the sacred burial place that shocked an era.

"It's really Sect Master Zichen!"

"The holy burial place is really shrinking!"

"Then what did Zi Chen do, is he really going to take away the holy place of burial?"

"The place where the holy burial once lived was a saint. Although the saint has left now, it is definitely not just a matter of taking it."

These old monks almost heard the previous conversation, but they didn't care.

They are very clear about the situation of the holy burial place. They have to be careful even entering the heavenly realm there. It has existed for tens of thousands of years, so how could it be possible to just take it.

But now, under the shroud of spiritual thoughts, after sensing the shrunken holy burial place, their expressions all changed.

"The holy land is shrinking at this moment, isn't that big dragon vein imprisoned underground..."

At the moment when this old whisper sounded, only a dragon chant resounded from the ground, and the sound spread throughout the entire western continent.

Immediately afterwards, there was a sound of explosion, and the spiritual power began to riot, and a storm completely formed by spiritual power was about to be staged.

In the western desert, the spiritual power was too strong, some turned into spar, and some turned into drizzle, falling on the desert.

With the irrigation of the rich spiritual power, the entire western desert naturally appeared some greenery, making the desert an oasis almost instantly.

This piece directly caused a continent to vibrate, causing all the forces on this continent to vibrate, and then searched for its root.

Outside the holy place of burial, the former monks had already retreated far away, looking at this scene in shock.

"Zi Chen!"

A roar resounded through the heaven and earth, and a bright golden light flew towards this side.

In the golden light, a powerful aura surged, and wherever it passed, the space was constantly distorted, and the monk rushed over like this, looking menacing.

Looking back, Zi Chen saw the monk and saw the evil spirit in his eyes, he couldn't help laughing and scolding: "You are a bald thief, it seems that you deserve to be beaten again!"

Above the sky, there was a rumbling sound, which sounded like thunder and thunder, even overshadowing the sound of the earth shaking, and the monk of good and evil punched him.

The punch that shattered the void and was filled with dazzling golden light was not scary, but full of divine compassion.

This is the magic of Buddha power.

Everyone stared wide-eyed and looked up at the sky. The next battle between Zichen and the good and evil monks was obviously more attractive than the changes in the holy burial place.

Zichen is surrounded by golden light, both of which are golden energy, the monk's is divine mercy, while Zichen is violent and destructive, completely belonging to two extremes.

Zi Chen's response was also a punch.

The golden fist light tore through the sky, and went straight to the monk.

"boom!"

The two fist lights collided, and the terrifying energy exploded instantly, and a golden energy ripple began to spread in all directions, shattering the void wherever it passed.

Zi Chen stood where he was, with a smile on his face.

And the monk's figure flickered, he forcibly controlled his body and did not back away, his eyes looked at Zi Chen with suspicion, and said: "You seem to have become stronger!"

"Of course……"

In front of the monk, Zi Chen smiled triumphantly, and was about to say that he was the number one person in the heavenly realm, but the monk immediately said, "But it's still worse than me."

For the monk's boastful words, Zi Chen just smiled, seeing the latter's method of not stepping forward after only one blow, he knew that the other party had fear in his heart.

"What are you doing?" He waved his hands indistinctly, and the monk looked at the shrunken burial place in front of him, his pupils shrank obviously.

"Take this thing back, put it in the Wuji Sect, and manage it in a unified way!" Zi Chen said.

"Bring it back, can you really take this holy place?" The monk seemed a little unbelievable.

"Of course, look at this, Suzaku Holy Order! Tell you, I can not only bring back the holy land, but also cancel all the tests in it, and take out all those heavenly soldiers and heavenly spells."

In front of the monk, Zi Chen didn't need to control his emotions. After taking out the Vermilion Bird Order, he proudly showed off.

"Shua!"

A golden light flashed, and the monk came towards Zichen.

"What are you doing? This is a sacred decree, and you dare to snatch it?" Zi Chen glared at the monk, flipped his hand, and the Suzaku sacred decree disappeared.

"What you said is true?" The monk stared at Zichen.

"Of course! This is approved by the saints, and these holy places have suppressed the dragon veins. It's time for the dragon veins to be born." Zi Chen said.

"Then you must not only get this holy place, right?" the monk asked again.

"Of course, the four holy places will all be in the Wuji Sect in the future. If you want to find a chance, go to the Wuji Sect!" Zi Chen said proudly.

"You guy, dare to monopolize, no, you have to give me one, if you don't give me, I will never end with you!" While speaking, the monk rushed towards Zi Chen, and at the same time jumped up, wanting to hug Zi Chen .

"Go away!"

Zi Chen roared angrily, and the energy in his body vibrated, directly bouncing the approaching monk away.

"Thief bald, kill me!"

Zi Chen's words resounded, and the energy in his body was constantly shaking.

"No, unless you promise to give me a holy place!" The monk's body was also full of energy, and he had to be in front of Da Zichen.

"You are bald, this is the Holy Land, there are only four in the entire Tianwu Continent, I will give you one back, what do you take this for?"

The monks below looked at the sky almost petrified, and the existence that was almost claimed to be the strongest was engaged in such a naive struggle.