The two saints, even in the current decline of the prehistoric world, were not Feng Xue's sword that could barely reach the Daluo realm. And as long as he resisted the next sword, Feng Xue would naturally lose all his strength and be strong because his physical body could not support him. Even if the two Western saints were severely injured, they would still be as easy as possible to destroy these ghost soldiers and demons.

But one thing is, they made a mistake.

That is, the Three-Time Buddhas of the Western religion who attempted to turn the tables are not only missing an Oriental Medicine Buddha, but even the future Buddha Maitreya is also Feng Xue's person.

Feng Xue had long known that Western religion would inevitably become his enemy, and he also happened to know that Buddhism would have plans to spread the three-generation Buddha in the future. Therefore, as early as Ye Jing's era, he chose Mu Yuanshan, who was the most scheming, and buried the secret in the early days of Shang, which had not yet been the concept of Buddhism.

No matter how suspicious the Western religion is, no matter how strict the defense is after Emperor Xin’s reincarnation, it is absolutely impossible to expect that the secret son had already buried it hundreds of years before Emperor Xin.

No one knows how much effort Mu Yuanshan spent on this day, nor does anyone understand how he gave up his identity as the fifth ancestor. Starting from a novice monk and joining the West, he spent so much effort to take the position of the future Buddha.

But he eventually became the most important part of the three lives.

Even if the three lives are the power of time, with such power, Western religion can concentrate all the vows, beliefs and merits accumulated by the past and present, but if at a critical moment, the future will be reversed.

The result is naturally self-evident.

"Thank you for your hard work." Feng Xue looked at the wide-body bald-headed monk who gradually became thinner and returned to his appearance two thousand years ago. He only said three words, but Mu Yuanshan shook his head and said:

"It's not hard, let alone, Master has given me this huge foundation. But, is that okay?"

"That's all." Feng Xue shook her head. Although she killed all the vitality of Western Buddhism with one sword, from the perspective of Buddhism, they were not dead yet.

only--

"If the saint's soul is connected to the heavenly path, if it is cut, it will give them a chance to turn the tables. It is better to seal it in the Spirit Mountain. Moreover, what is more terrifying than watching the day of their own destruction come?"

Feng Xue's smile was still calm, but it was cold and cold. It was hard to count how much the Western Saints owe the Heavenly Way. However, from the large Western sects that make people wonder what they are counted, one or two can also guess.

"Then it's what the teacher said." Mu Yuanshan bowed his head in a habit, then waved his sleeves, and the corpses all over the ground suddenly began to dissolve.

Gold blood, golden bones, golden body, relics...

Under his unique power, these crystals of Buddha power slowly turned into gold and water, and then formed a Buddha statue with one Buddha, imprisoning the souls that had no power of resistance.

With a wave of her sleeves, golden Buddhas fell into Lingshan, still receiving the vows and faith from the four continents, but they could not do anything other than this.

To achieve success in one battle, it also means that there is no possibility of a comeback, because everything about them is in the hands of the "future".

And in the future, it has already jumped.

Looking at the final outcome of the Western Sect, Feng Xue's mouth raised slightly, and she sat cross-legged at the Lingyun Ferry, with a blue-haired sword crossing in front of her knees, and her sharp eyes were slightly closed:

"It's all broken."

"Disciple respectfully sends you to the teacher."

The voices came one after another, Dahei, but Monkey and Ao Li were still confused. They took a pill from Yan Dazhuang's hand, and Fei Chuan, who had already lost his pig's body, then explained in a low voice:

"Don't bother the teacher. In the last time, he must grasp as many of those insights as possible."

"What's going on?" The monkey bared his teeth and stared at Fei Chuan with his eyes straight at him. Fei Chuan just shook his head and said:

"If you want to listen to the explanation, I will tell you slowly, now, quiet."

It was still at the level of a fairy, but Fei Chuan's words seemed to have the majesty that even a monkey could not disobey. He could only shut up and quietly look at Feng Xue sitting cross-legged there.

At this moment, the sword intent on Feng Xue's body was slowly dissipating, and the sword in front of his knee that slashed the two saints had turned into a handful of ashes.

It seemed as if responding to the disappearance of the sword, his skin was drying and rotting at a speed visible to the naked eye, and a little bit of dust fell from his body. At this time, he was like a human figure made of sand and soil. When the wind blew, it was everywhere.

However, the skin and muscles were all scattered, but the bones were still sitting there steadily, exuding a transparent color like glass from the inside out, as if the most advanced work of art carved by skilled craftsmen.

When the last trace of ashes fell, a ray of light suddenly lit up in Feng Xue's empty eye holes, and then his voice sounded again:

"Dazhuang, please give me a ride."

...

They are still bull-headed and horse-faced, black and white, but their temperaments are completely different. According to what I heard from the land before, these are actually ordinary souls, and the witch tribes in the underworld have all reincarnated.

Feng Xue looked at his body, but the golden light of merit that had been as bright as the light bulb before was, but this was normal, because all his power had been slashed out in that sword.

Nowadays, there are all raw faces in the underworld, and naturally there are not many who recognize Feng Xue. However, it was a ghost sent by King Yama himself, so everyone dared not neglect it. Although there is no name on the Life and Death Book, they still arranged it respectfully.

"Young Master, I dare to ask what you want."

"The surname is Feng and the name is Xue, and the gender is male." Feng Xue simply spit out seven words.

There is only one antidote left for Mengpo Soup. Apart from Hongjun, who was severely injured by Ying Zheng, there is no more saint. The next life should be his last life, and he will change his name back.

"This..." The judge was stunned when he heard this request. He had been working for so many years and had heard such a request for the first time. It was just that his surname and gender were easy to say, and even his name was set, so it was difficult to decide.

What's more, this master's life and death book has no name, so it's very difficult to control it directly...

It is difficult to deal with, and it does not mean that it cannot be done. It cannot affect myself, but it can affect my parents. As long as you find a man named Feng and write down his fate, a son is destined to be named Xue. However, this precise operation requires great cause and effect, and he, the little judge, has no right to make a decision.

He looked at the boss in embarrassment, but received the look of King Yama doing everything. The judge relaxed a little. With the boss's entrustment, it was natural that it was fine. So he nodded and called for ghosts and sent Feng Xue to the Naihe Bridge.

On the familiar road, the familiar bridge, Feng Xue stood on the Wangxiangtai, watching the monkey, Dahei, Ao Li and Fei Chuan sent his "glazed golden body" together with the scriptures and travel notes back to the Tang Dynasty. Watching Li Xiuyuan begins to carry out the Buddhist reforms, watching the Dharma-Synthetic Consciousness-Only Sect begin to spread, and the monks also start farming and paying taxes. Then he walked down the Wangxiangtai, touched the Three Lives Stone, and then walked towards Mengpo.

only……

"Where is that young lady?" Feng Xue looked at the old lady in front of her and widened her ghost eyes in disbelief, but the old lady just skillfully stuffed a bowl of Mengpo soup into his soul body, and then...
Chapter completed!