The pure land.

The top of the copper coffin, Qin Jiu Song crazy to kill, kill everything.

On the ground, he knew that the little man in the sea trembled, and felt that a strong air machine was approaching, as if he had encountered a natural enemy.

“The Saints?”

Qin Jiu Song sword suddenly wrinkled, with his current strength, can make him feel so, that only the highest level of the saint exists.

"The four saints of the Immortals are now in the reincarnation of the world, and the task of cyclic at that level is counted for a hundred years, according to the sword and Mo Sheng's words, and now the four saints should not return to it."

Qin Jiu Song said, “Do they say that they received the Lord God’s command in the course of their mission and ordered them to return... It is reasonable that this should not be the case...”

He shook his head, and for a moment and a half he would obviously not understand the joints, and simply stopped thinking about them.

In any case, the soldiers will cover the water!

What about the Saints?

He sings the 9th song, why are you afraid?

Rumble!

Above the sky, thunder sounded, followed by this gate, blooming innumerable light, containing a mysterious breath, that breath... clearly belongs to the Buddha!

Qin Jiu Song re-faced the pupil, the mind was turned, countless lights passed through his mind, and many of the doubts of the original moment were solved as a face-to-face.

“Amitabha!”

The solemn and magnificent Buddha number, sounded in the pure land of this gate, somewhat discordant.

“What’s going on?”

Mo said that Qin Jiu Song, even those immortals, are looking at each other at this moment, I don't know why.

The emptiness of the fairy, at this moment, the bright Buddha light reflects people almost open their eyes, and then condenses into a solemn figure, sitting on one side of the twelve lotus table, a Buddha's meaning filled...

“The Buddha!”

When you see that figure, the three great immortals are all eyes narrowed: “This is the Buddha, the Buddha, the Buddha, who is in my immortal land?”

“Amitabha!”The Buddha's hands were folded together and the Buddha's words were proclaimed, "This Buddha came to Voldemort by the Lord God's command!"

“The Mahathir?”

From the three holy mouths, Qin Jiu Song knew the Buddha-gated saint in front of him.

In the face of a saint, he just frowned slightly, and then spread out, with a kind of thorn on his face, looking at the existence of the Buddha's clear light.

From each other, the Holy Will is as long as a sacred mountain is suppressed.

This kind of momentum, he also felt in the world in the Tai Fugable Holy Lord, which is exclusive to the Holy Land of the pressure, but compared to the too-virtual Lord, the so-called living Buddha in front of the eyes, the feeling of Qin Nine Songs is weak.

After all, it is beyond his existence, and the sense of such existence, Qin Jiu Song is also quite vague, like looking at flowers in the fog, but he is confident in his own judgment.

Step, step, step!

The top of the copper coffin, the god of the Taoist path, the body of the Qin Jiu song, facing the Buddha, Qin Jiu Song slowly step.

His footsteps, stepping in the void, but like the rhythm of this side of the world, clear footsteps reverberated, like a hammer, reverberating in the hearts of all the people present.

Bam!

The distant reincarnations are located, many reincarnations can't stand the resonance of the world, the heart bursts, and the extreme horror!

“God has a good life!”

See, the Buddha is the mouth of the Buddha, suddenly a soft breath filled, the Qin nine songs footsteps cover up, even if the injured reincarnation, at this moment there is a gentle gas machine in the body, the wound in the body, all smooth ...

This is the Holy Land, with the power of creation!

A word can kill a person, a word can give life!

“The Buddha Saint?”

Looking at the Buddha, Qin Jiu Song said in a loud voice.

“Amitabha!”Maha Buddha tongue blooms, "Heaven has the virtue of a good life, why does the Lord make this killing?"Listen to me, put down the butcher knife and become a Buddha!”

“Put down the butcher knife and stand on the ground?”Qin Jiu Song laughed, “Is this a favor for the villain?”Good people need to go through the robbery, and the villain can become a Buddha as long as they put down the butcher knife?”

“Amitabha!”The Buddha frowned, “This is a misinterpretation of my Buddha-door method!”

“No one is stupid between you and me, so there is no need!”Qin Jiu laughed.

But the position is different, who can go this step, who is more noble than who?

Mahathir’s hands folded: “Does it seem that the benefic is dead?”

“That’s right.”Qin Jiu Song did not deny it, but asked with great interest, "In fact, I have something curious, I don't know if Buddha can solve my confusion for me?"

“Lord, please!”

“The Mahatma is a Buddha-monor, and it is reasonable to say that it is not like water and fire with the immortals, nor should they be killed for the fairy?”Qin Jiu Song asked, in fact, for such a problem, in fact, he has already guessed in his heart.

“Amitabha!I believe that the Lord should have an answer in the heart of the Lord, and the Buddha Dao is the same source!”

Maha Buddha did not hide the meaning of Qin Nine Songs.

When he said this, a buddha air conditioner filled him and Qin Jiu Song, and the two people talked during it, and only the two could hear it.

“Understood!”Qin Jiu Ge, "That is to say, the Buddha and the fairy, in fact, above the essence is a family?"

In fact, there are a lot of them.

For example, the main temple of the Buddha and the fairy, in which the task is related, in the words of Qin Jiu Song's previous life, is to move the same system.

As for the tit-for-tat between the two reincarnations, Qin Jiu Song understood it as the training of soldiers between the Buddha and the Sendai, like raising a hysteria, putting all the worms together, and killing the last king.

In the infinite flow of his previous life, this is also the basic idea of the Lord God's operation.

In fact, this approach has indeed achieved no weak effect, and the soaring strength of the Buddha and the Xianlin reincarnation has played a weak role in each other in addition to the indigenous peoples of their own tasks.

“The Lord can understand that!”Maha Buddha's head.

“The last question!”Qin Jiu Song said, “It’s so secret, why should you tell me?”

“Amitabha, because of the strength and performance of the benevolent, already has the qualification to know such a secret!”Mahathir said, “And the dead know the secret, and it is not such a great thing!”

He said, from the Buddha, suddenly burst out of a sharp killing machine.

If he is like a bodhisattva, then at this moment, it is angry: "Today, Buddha, be Voldemort!"

“Let’s see if you have that power!”Qin Jiu song slightly, tit-for-tat.

Mahathir no longer speaks!

Above his eyebrows, the golden force outlines a mysterious Buddha-order mark, the golden light shines, and the whole person is like a angry lion, exhaling and opening:

“Oh!”