It’s the first evil emperor with a big knife in his back.
Fang Yunhan looked at him sideways.
Seeing this swordsman’s Buddha-like face and full moon at the moment, his posture is tall and straight, and he has no intention of bending his knees. Looking at Sakyamuni’s skull relic is like looking at a stone that can be seen everywhere.
But he is ten times and a hundred times more like a Buddhist monk than those kneeling monks.
"The Buddha said that the four great parties are the relics of bliss Buddha, but it is just the meaning of strengthening the family in the secular world. On the contrary, it is not the true meaning of Buddhism, and you are all persistent and illusory."
"The evil emperor is right."
Pojun didn’t care much about the monks. He said two more words to the first evil emperor. "There are many things in the real Buddhist sects that directly use the predecessors’ Buddhist relics, bones and even human skins as implements and weapons."
"If you die, you can still contribute to the right path of China and the cause of eliminating evil spirits. It must also be the ambition of these great monks, and so does the Buddha."
Say Pojun no longer worded. When the dagger in his left hand swept away, a little blood drop in the blood of the burning unicorn fell into the Buddha relic.
Then he abandoned the sword with his left hand, grabbed the golden light, rubbed his hands outside the golden light, and made a series of unique qi tracks to imprint Jin Guangzhong’s last "duh" with a golden rainbow flying at the sword furnace.
In an instant, it seems that there are more than a dozen bronze bells ringing together.
The golden light penetrated the big iron furnace and fell into it.
The Buddha relics and the essence of fierce beasts are the last heavy casting of this peerless magic weapon.
Layers of halo spread from the big iron furnace and swept the barren plain of Jianzong in an instant to build a building.
The flame shook and the halo swung straight to the end of the wilderness plain and disappeared out of sight.
Fang Yunhan eyes light move that halo at the moment has far exceeded the maximum range of his mind induction.
Further afield, there are many cities and towns with green mountains and green waters.
I don’t know how many weapons are in the sky, and people suddenly feel something and wait together.
The sword furnace glows all over the mountains and rivers, and it seems like an ancient myth that Xuanyuan Huangdi casts magic soldiers inside.
Pojun finally stopped restraining his mood and smiled like Owlman.
He laughed and opened his arms, but step by step he retreated into the distance.
After being shocked by the sword furnace, everyone paid attention to him and listened to him.
"I, Jianzong, once said that the magic weapon was born, and people with virtue could compete. This sentence is not false."
Jian zong sent out invitations with similar words, but few people who received the invitations believed them.
Some of them went to see Jianzong face to face, others came to join in the fun, and a few of them really wanted to try to win this Excalibur like Ichiro Ikeda.
No matter which part of people actually have a consensus in their hearts-this peerless sword handle has been decided by Jianzong people, and others are invited to come over for a grand occasion.
But! !
Pojun is acting as if they had some deviations from their expectations.
"To tell you the truth, I made this sword ten years ago for my own preparation, but when I look at this sword ten years later, it is already white."
"The power and spirituality of this sword will surpass everything that Jianzong has seen and known through the ages. The sword-wielder can choose the sword only by the sword."
"This is not the furnace conference, but the main conference. Jian Zongdi is naturally chosen, but it will be a choice."
"But if any of you can really get the approval of this peerless magic handle, Pojun can promise to heaven that he will never make any recovery or persecution. If necessary, the Lord of Excalibur can adjust our sword Sect’s power to guard himself against the night."
"If you violate this oath, you can attack Jianzong overseas in the Jianghu Wulin Court."
Pojun leaned forward slightly after swinging his big sleeves with his hands and turning his arms. He smiled and saluted "So …"
"You can do your best to fight for it! ! ！”
A deep and long sigh tone brought a cold silence.
Is this statement confident or does it really have such a big mind? Is it inspired by conspiracy or does every sentence tell the truth?
All these things can be distinguished for a while, but the sword has swept across the plains before it is released, and who can’t help but be moved?
Like a black iron palace, the sword furnace still emits layers of halo
In the halo, the furnace cover also vibrates slightly. These light waves fluctuate and the sound of the furnace cover touches everyone’s heartstrings.
Suddenly, a large furnace cover cracked like debris in the middle of the flight.
The faint golden luster is about to rise.
Finally, someone can’t help it
"Hahahaha, the patriarch of Pojun is so verve, then the old man will lead the way."