"Master Guanyin, haven't seen you for a long time, but how are you?"

On hundreds of thousands of soldiers, gouchen the great emperor was in the clouds, his eyes were like running thunder, staring at the white holy man opposite.

Nanhai Guanyin is now called Southern Guanyin Buddha.

But emperor gouchen liked to call her former Buddha name, and Guanyin had no way.

"Gouchen emperor, I didn't expect to meet again, but we are fighting each other!"

Avalokitesvara sits on the lotus seat and holds a jade bottle. The Buddha face "thousand hand Avalokitesvara" behind him is constantly emitting Buddha light, blessing the 300000 Buddhists who are also sitting in the void behind him.

The voice of Zen singing resounds from thousands of miles high in the sky. Its location is clear and clear, which forms a unique contrast with the clouds where it is outlined.

"There's not much nonsense. We all perform our respective duties and take different positions. Therefore, you can't enter Jiuzhou Buddhism!"

Gouchen walked out of the canopy, holding the emperor's token and ordering the gods.

"Now, by the order of emperor Fengtian, guard Kyushu. If there is any violation, behead it!"

The 150000 heavenly soldiers behind him shouted in unison: "if there is any violation, cut it!"

Boom!

The sound forms thunder and goes straight to Guanyin.

Buzz!

Avalokitesvara looked peaceful, but the virtual shadow of the thousand hand Avalokitesvara Buddha behind it directly stretched out one hand and nodded towards the thunder.

Endless Buddha light erupts from its fingers, and the hand is the skill of Buddhism. It's time to change!

"Hum, Avalokitesvara, my heavenly soldiers are not those practitioners. How can they be measured as you say!"

"Town!"

Gou Chen shouted loudly and killed the divine sword directly out of the scabbard!

Zheng!

The sword rang through the sky, and the two had a formal confrontation!

Boom!

"Kill!" the heavenly soldiers lined up and the Dragon whispered and the tiger roared.

The Buddha's hands are bound and printed. The Buddha's light condenses the virtual shadow of the Heavenly Dragon and begins to impact the large array formed by the heavenly soldiers.

Poof!

There were cracks in the void, but it was repaired in the blink of an eye. Under the rage of violent energy, it bloomed a gorgeous light on the Kyushu border, causing a burst of exclamation from the people on the ground.

The battle between Buddhism and Tianting also opened the curtain!

In the East, Emperor Qinghua's face was a little pale. He stood in the clouds and looked at Jingzhou, looking stunned.

He was ashamed of the Qing emperor. Unexpectedly, he almost fell into Ying Zheng's hands.

This is definitely a stain on his immortal road. Ying Zheng needs to be completely killed before he can be washed away.

"Great emperor, the ten thousand demon riots in Dongsheng Shenzhou have crossed the ocean and began to come towards Nanzhan Buzhou. However, the demon families who stayed in the east of Nanzhan Buzhou have become their own sects and have grown incomparably. The Buddhism has killed and injured a lot in the process of exterminating the demon families, which is difficult!"

"Oh?"

Emperor Qinghua was surprised. Kyushu East is the coast. Where do so many demon families and Buddhists come from?

"Are they on the island?"

"Yes!"

Emperor Qinghua nodded, his blue clothes rose with the wind, and the green bamboo flute in his hand was full of endless vitality.

He suddenly thought of something and turned to look at Qingzhou in Kyushu!

The hanging islands in the sky of Daluo cave are vivid, and the air luck gathers in the sky, showing a wonderful scene of prosperity.

On its main island, there are disciples of various accomplishments, including demon cultivation.

"I didn't expect that Da Luo Dongtian would not be affected. Is it the Pope who received care!"

Then he frowned.

"Sure enough, Da Luo Dongtian took refuge in Ying Zheng!"

He stared at the disciples who were flying towards Jingzhou, and suddenly his face was ugly.

The flute in his hand could not help but grip tightly, and his authority loomed, obviously weighing something.

Finally, he sighed deeply and said, "concentrate on cleaning up the Buddhism over the East China Sea and let the dragon family come out to help in an instant!"

"Your honor!"

"Maitreya!" emperor Qinghua stared at the Laughing Buddha appearing from the sky, and his face suddenly sank.

This is his strong enemy.

Maitreya had reached the realm of Buddha very early, and his strength was quasi saint.

Although Qinghua emperor asked himself that he was confident of defeating him, he was unable to stop because his injury was not healed.

"So, it seems that we can only use the Wanjie ecstasy array!"

After the glittering light in his hand, a crystal clear cyan array plate appeared in his hand.

Qinghua emperor has dignified eyes. He holds the array plate in his left hand and pinches the formula in his right hand. His vitality is constantly injected into it.

The array plate began to ripple out endless misty Qi, and constantly combined with heaven and earth, trying to integrate into it.

"Wanjie ecstasy array, open!"

Boom!

With the influx of immortal yuan Qi, the array began to sink into the sea.

"Ha ha, Maitreya, I hope you don't fall here, otherwise I have to clean up the Buddhism you left!"

The Qinghua emperor felt his scalp tight when he thought of the scene where all the creatures grinned. Although it was also a matter of Dharma, he still felt very uncomfortable.

At the moment when the array plate melted into the sea, the virtual shadow of the Giant Buddha turned directly to solidify the position of the Qinghua emperor.

"Emperor Qinghua, I didn't expect you to be so ungrateful!"

"Cut!" Qinghua emperor was too lazy to answer him.

Everyone has their own way. Why do you say such useless words?

"The Buddha sings to the heavens!"

Boom!

The golden light rose from the bottom of the sea and the array began to tremble.

Qinghua emperor holding a blue bamboo flute, Yi alkyne floating, but smiled: "Maitreya, let me play a song for you!"

Then the emperor Qinghua began to play.

The melodious voice began to rise in the East, making the clouds and clouds in the sky constantly change their shape.

"This is feixiandu!"

You da Neng exclaimed, yes, this song is called feixiandu. It is a song dedicated to cleaning the soul.

But it turned into a killer song in the hands of Qinghua emperor.

Endless sound waves rippled, high heaven runes circulated, and immortal light filled the air, but all demon families and Buddhist monks who passed over the sea suddenly fell into the sea.

There was an endless stream of plops. After a while, layers of bodies floated on the sea.

The dragon people in this sea area have a hard look on their face. They wanted to survive the disaster safely, but they didn't expect to be pulled by Qinghua emperor as coolies.

"So many demon families died, alas!"

Ao Han is the 19th son of the Dragon King of the South China Sea. He was sent here to guard the sea area connected with Dongsheng Shenzhou. He was conscientious and diligent. If he had accumulated enough merit according to his Laozi's instructions, he could also be a dragon king.

But unexpectedly, Buddhism began to attack nanzhanbuzhou.

Now, if the court sends troops today, the Dragon families all over the world have to help Tianting. Otherwise, beheading!

He turned his head and looked at the increasing number of bald heads and monsters on his back. Under a dragon roar, the other aquariums also moved and began to help clean up the bodies.