Weird Taoism: I became a god in a strange world

Chapter 1021

"Master Lin, please stay."

"There has been enough killing, please go back."

"I am the third disciple of the Buddha, the Red Moon Monk. Please give the Buddha a favor."

Finally, the real boss has arrived.

The third disciple of the Buddha, the Red Moon Monk.

A demon monk wearing a black robe and with blood-red eyes.

There is a blood-red half-moon tattooed on his forehead.

There is a golden light flashing in his blood-red eyes.

The Red Moon Monk

This is the performance of a true Buddhist practitioner who has obtained the "Infinite Golden Body" taught by Daigokin Buddha.

The yellow-robed monks, white-robed monks, green-robed monks, etc. before were not the real Buddhist practitioners taught by Daigokin Buddha.

Only those who have infinite golden bodies and natal objects are the real Buddhist practitioners.

And the person in front of him claimed to be "the third disciple of the Buddha, the Red Moon Monk", and it seems that he is a real Buddhist practitioner.

The blood moon tattooed between the eyes on his forehead should be the origin of his name.

This may be the origin of his name.

Lin Hun waved his fan and ignored the Red Moon Monk who claimed to be the third secret disciple of the Buddha.

Instead, he continued to walk.

Every time he stepped on a stone step, the stone steps under his feet would collapse and reveal the white bones hidden underneath.

It was amazing.

Lin Hun walked forward without saying a word.

Gently stepped over the Red Moon Monk who was blocking him.

Seeing that Lin Hun ignored him, the Red Moon Monk felt despised for a moment.

He was not giving face to his master, the Buddha!

The blood light in his eyes flashed.

He swung his wide black Buddha sleeves and put his hands together and said:

"A mere demon dared to invade my Witch King's Palace. I will go and subdue that pig-headed demon first!"

After that, he turned into a black wind and was about to kill the pig-headed monster.

"What a joke, we are having a good time, how can we allow a bald donkey like you to mess with us."

A flash of white light passed by.

A dragon man who looked like a god descending from the sky, wearing a bone armor and holding an ancient sword, blocked the Red Moon Monk's way.

The Red Moon Monk's eyes twitched slightly.

Looking at the red pupil in front of him, he whispered two words:

"Yang Ling".

Yang Ling is the owner after he advances to Yang Shen.

Evolved from Yin Ling.

Its strength has jumped to a super strong level.

"Haha, it turns out that in the eyes of the loyal and righteous Lord Lin Hun, even if I am the third secret disciple of the Buddha, I am not worthy of fighting with you, right?"

"I am only worthy of fighting with your Yang Ling, haha, what a irony."

The Red Moon Monk has a very strong self-esteem.

He introduced himself but was ignored by Lin Hun and walked past him.

But he was blocked by a Yang Ling of Lin Hun.

He felt that he was completely despised.

But the next scene made him even more painful.

"No, you're wrong. You're not worthy of fighting me, Sword Spirit, you deal with him."

The red-eyed bone sword swung.

A girl with a sword and a bun came out from behind him.

The girl was holding a blood-red long sword.

A pure girl.

A blood-red long sword.

The contrast was so strong.

"You... are too much... Little Monk... Little Monk..."

Red Moon Monk didn't expect that even Yang Ling's red eyes looked down on him.

Lin Hun actually sent out a Yin Ling to be his opponent.

At this moment, golden light flashed in his blood-red eyes.

He raised his hand.

A purple-gold bowl appeared in his hand.

He laughed in anger.

"Okay, okay, I have been guarding the Wu King's Palace in Jishenpo for my master for so many years, but this is the first time I have been despised like this."

"How dare a little sword spirit show off in front of me? Let me teach the sword spirit a lesson first, and then try my hand with you, the Yang spirit."

Raised his hand.

Throwing out the purple gold bowl in his hand.

Rapidly enlarged in the air.

Covering the sword spirit.

At the same time, a shadow appeared under his feet.

Killing the half-corpse realm pig-headed weird in the air.

This Red Moon Monk really didn't take the Yin Spirit Sword Spirit seriously.

He actually shot with both hands at the same time.

Not only did he want to kill the half-corpse realm pig-headed weird.

He also wanted to teach the sword spirit a lesson.

"How unreasonable!"

The words of the curse spirit came from the dark.

He happily watched the pig-headed weird holding two huge pig-killing knives and flying to the Wu King's Palace.

How could he, who witnessed all this, let the pig-headed weird be killed halfway?

A shadow also flew out and neutralized the strange attack of the Red Moon Monk on the Pig Head.

"Cut the wind".

The cool sword spirit with a bun-like hairstyle made a move.

With a move of cutting the wind, the flying purple gold bowl was chopped away.

The blood sword cut again.

One after another, the sword wind turned into a sword net in the air and killed the Red Moon Monk.

Lin Hun practiced many tricks.

This was no longer a secret among the high-level officials of Dayu.

Especially Lin Hun's "Blood Sword Method" was said to be mysterious.

It was even rumored that Lin Hun was in the Ye family in the East China Sea.Can teach swordsmanship and swordsmanship.

Compared with Ye Tiechan and other geniuses of the Ye family who practiced "Xuanjian" alone, their understanding of swordsmanship is much deeper.

When this point was heard by the Red Moon Monk.

The always aloof Red Moon Monk absolutely did not believe it.

How could someone use trickery swordsmanship to be stronger than the Xuanjian method of another world?

This must have been created to shape the image of Lin Hun, the Heavenly Witch King.

He understood it.

Why?

Because the Daigokin Buddha of Buddhist practitioners and the Xuanjian of the Ye family swordsmanship are somewhat similar.

Neither is the inheritance of this world's strange world.

But it is a separate inheritance from this world from another world.

It is fundamentally different from the inheritance of the strange art of the strange world.

So its own super strength is not among the inheritances of this strange world.

But facing the sword slashed by the handsome, cold and silent sword spirit on the opposite side.

The Red Moon Monk finally knew that he was wrong.

The rumors are true!

The sword of the sword spirit alone made him take it seriously.

The sword net entangled him.

It blocked all his escape routes.

The Red Moon Monk was neither anxious nor impatient.

There were bursts of golden light on his body.

"Golden Bell Body!"

The golden light turned into a big bell to protect him.

The sword net cut over.

It collided with his golden bell body and made an unpleasant "crackling" sound.

The golden bell body was so powerful that it wiped out the sword net.

The Red Moon Monk closed his hands and then opened them again.

The purple gold bowl changed again and again and turned into hundreds of small purple gold bowls in the air.

"Purple gold rain."

Hundreds of purple gold bowls turned over with their mouths facing down.

They emitted golden light like raindrops to the sword spirit below.

This golden light has a powerful killing power.

There was a "crackling" burning sound in the air.

The sword spirit was as still as a mountain.

He simply slashed the sky with a sword.

"Cut the wind: break the abyss."

The sword slashed the sky and a strong wind as strong as the abyss was generated.

The strong wind swept in with a whirring sound.

Blowing all the golden light spots that fell like rain into the void.

Rolling up.

He also chopped the hundreds of purple gold bowls one by one.

Countless broken lights reassembled into a complete purple gold bowl and fell into the hands of the Red Moon Monk.

The Red Moon Monk gradually frowned.

Because he found that if he wanted to get rid of the sword spirit now, he had to show some real skills.

Then he pointed at the purple gold bowl.

"Secret Treasure: Mantra Purple Gold Bowl!"

One by one, small Sanskrit characters as small as mosquitoes appeared on the purple gold bowl.