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The first thousand three hundred and twenty-five chapters want to kill the devil

The Yin and Yang Qi bottle, one of the few acquired treasures on the ancient continent, was easily pinched into powder by the Three-foot sword and drifted away with the wind.

Looking at the scattered smoke and dust, I wonder how many people felt blood dripping from their hearts, and I wished they could collect these powders and put them at home for good supply.

After solving the Yin-Yang Qi Bottle, the Three-foot Sword slowly flew towards Amitabha and the Demon Emperor. Everyone held their breath and wanted to see what would happen. There is no doubt that the target this time must be the Demon Emperor.

The people who sealed the Three-Foot Sword back then were mainly Demon Emperor and Yuan Emperor. Although the Three-Foot Sword said that as long as you keep moving honestly, there would be no trouble, this range should not include the Demon Emperor.

The three-foot sword back then was famous for revenge, so how could he let the Demon Emperor go easily?

Seeing the Sanqi sword approaching, the Demon Emperor's face became even more panicked. He knew that the gap between him and Sanqi sword was not an opponent back then, let alone now. The Sanqi sword in front of him was obviously stronger than that before, otherwise it would not have made a place where everyone seeks Taoism, and turned into six major evil places.

He was unable to fight, so he could only protect his wisdom. The Demon Emperor's heart moved and was also a bachelor. He stopped urging the confusion and said to Amitabha Buddha: "The Buddha Lord, I feel that he is seriously guilty and wants to go to Mount Sumeru to regret his previous life."

"Good, good!" Amitabha Buddha clasped his hands together and said slowly: "Although I know that you are not sincere at this moment, since you have regrets, you can still be desirable. You can enter Mount Sumeru to practice slowly."

"Thank you, Master Buddha, good, good!" The Demon Emperor also clasped his hands together and said decently.

Everyone was stunned, but they didn't expect that the Demon Emperor actually chose this method to escape the Three-Foot Sword.

Everyone knows that Amitabha is compassionate. Since he has responded, he will naturally stand up for the Demon Emperor. Judging from the previous events, Amitabha is firm in his mind and only recognizes things but not people.

Because of the old news, he did not hesitate to face the powerful people from all sides and even directly attacked the Demon Emperor. If Sanchi Jian still had to attack, there was no doubt that he would not just watch from the side.

The Three-Foot Sword is about to face two people who have the same status as him back then. How will they decide? Everyone has such a question in their hearts.

They knew that the three-foot sword was strong, but they did not reach that level, so they naturally could not further experience it.

It's like a rabbit. A wolf can easily kill him, and the same is true for tigers. Not to mention those monsters of level 8, level 9, or even level Tongxuan. In the eyes of rabbits, they are all the same powerful and they are not something they can fight against.

The Demon Emperor and Amitabha Buddha are both tigers, so I don’t know if the Three-Foot Sword is a tiger or a more powerful monster.

"Haha!" Sanqi Jian flew closer and laughed loudly: "Are you two acting double acts? It's okay if I don't come out. Since I'm here, I have the final say here. Your decision is meaningless."

"Good, good! The donor of Pan finally escaped from trouble, which is a joyful congratulation. He sowed good causes and got bad results, but this result was caused by me back then, sin. sin." Amitabha said, looking at the three-foot sword.

At this moment, he also collected six pure bamboos and lifted the ban on the Demon Emperor. But facing the Three-foot Sword, the Demon Emperor knew that he had no chance to escape, so he might as well stay and join forces with Amitabha Buddha, and perhaps there was still a chance.

Sanchi Jian shook his head: "You don't have to blame yourself. Chen Pan is right. I just wanted to mess up your heart in Taoism back then, so what I planted was not a good cause, but a bad cause. It's not a mistake to get this bad result. In any case, thank you for your affairs today, bald."

"Good, good! It is naturally best if Donor Pan thinks like this. When will the revenge be repented? Since the Demon Emperor has the heart of repentance today, why donor Pan donor Pan give him a chance?" Amitabha said slowly.

Anyone can see what the so-called repentance is for. It is hard to imagine that a great generation of demon emperor would use such means to act. What is even more difficult to imagine is that Amitabha Buddha actually agreed, and he was indeed a rumored good person.

Maybe if I have any danger in the future, I really can choose to take refuge in Mount Sumeru. Not only one person, but most of the monks watching have such ideas.

Sanqi Jian smiled slightly and shook his head: "My threeqi Jian principle is to never kill casually, but I will never let it go easily. Most of the people who took advantage of the situation and attacked me were dead, but Emperor Yuan and Emperor Demon are still there, so I will definitely not let these two go. Bald, I will definitely kill the Demon Emperor today, so you can leave yourself."

"You..." The Demon Emperor was furious, but immediately returned to normal.

A great shame and humiliation, the dignified Demon Emperor became a lamb waiting to be slaughtered by the three-foot sword. After today, the word "Demon Emperor" is destined to become a topic of talk for others to make fun of.

But the situation is like this, and the Demon Emperor dares not and cannot say anything.

Looking at the Demon Emperor, Sanqi Sword shook his head regretfully again: "The only monks in the world were bald, and you and Emperor Yuan still caught my eyes. Unfortunately, they are no longer there at this moment."

"The bald Taoist heart is firm and will remain unchanged for thousands of years. Even if the cultivation level is not enough, you can still be called a strong person."

"Although Emperor Yuan is ill, he is still full of heart. He will sacrifice himself to bring me, the world-destroying demon star, to die together. Even if this person loses the style of a strong man, he has gained the chivalrous spirit, and can still be called a strong man."

"Only you, you didn't dare to fight me upright back then, and you only dared to face me under the invitation of Emperor Yuan. Now you want to use the Taoist pattern of desire to control me with the desire to save your life. Now you don't even need the last dignity. What qualifications do you have to be the emperor? What ability do you have to be the emperor?"

If you comment on the three major Hunyuan powerhouses back then, I'm afraid that the only three-foot sword has such qualifications.

After being criticized by the Three-foot sword, the Demon Emperor's face was covered with demonic energy, and it was obviously unbearable.

"Good, good! Even if the Demon Emperor is wrong, it will be a blessing to be willing to put down the butcher's knife. What will happen to the grudges of the future? "Amitabha Buddha sang and asked loudly.

"Bald, I say thank you to you, it doesn't mean I treat you as my own. I want to kill him, and no one can stop me today." Sanchi Jian sneered, not selling Amitabha's face at all.

"Good, good..."

Amitabha Buddha was about to speak again, but was interrupted by the three-foot sword: "Don't be kind, please stay honestly for me."

As soon as the words came to an apology, a cage appeared, completely trapping Amitabha Buddha. Not only that, even the golden light on Amitabha Buddha's body dimmed instantly and disappeared without a trace.

"Donor Pan..." Amitabha's rare face changed. He felt that he could not use his supernatural powers. He knew that the Three-Foot Sword had become stronger, but he never thought it would be so strong.

The Demon Emperor turned around and ran away as soon as he saw it. He was a veteran of the battlefield and had guessed what might have happened. Amitabha Buddha probably could not help him.

"Get back!" The three-foot sword stretched out its palm and turned into a huge vortex in the palm, creating a terrible suction force...)
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