The strongest collapse system

Chapter 682 The Truth
The two Taoist priests in black were defeated like a child's play.

Hong Yi at the side couldn't help but want to laugh, but he couldn't laugh.

These were two monks who had already cultivated to the fifth level of spirit and soul, and they were defeated by Hong Xuanji with one move, and they had no ability to resist.

"These two Taoist priests rely on the ability of spirit and soul to drive flying swords to kill the enemy, and they can take the head of a person from a hundred steps away. Defeated, it seems that only cultivating the soul is definitely not the right path."

Hong Yi alerted himself in his heart.

He thought of Bai Ziyue's dual cultivation of life and soul, and he felt more and more reasonable.

If these two Taoist priests had refined their martial arts, they probably wouldn't have died so quickly!
"What is the way of no life, the way of vacuum? It's really ridiculous. You two dare to assassinate me?" Hong Xuanji took a few steps and came to the side of the two Taoist priests, condescendingly, and sneered again and again.

"Hehe..." The two Taoist priests were spitting out blood, and they spoke with difficulty, "...Hong Xuanji, don't be complacent. I heard that Bai Ziyue of Yuantu Bai's family has arrived in Yujing City, and he will ask you soon. Challenge, fight with you, after you are exhausted from fighting with him, you can wait for the endless assassination of our Wu Sheng Dao and Vacuum Dao!"

"Bai Ziyue? That 15-year-old martial arts genius from Yuantu Bai's family? Since he wants to duel with me, he is still a little tender." Hong Xuanji said proudly.

"Hehe... Hong Xuanji, are you really confused or pretending to be confused? Bai Ziyue's previous life was one of the eight great demons in the world... no biological parents, a vacuum hometown..."

The two Taoist priests finally couldn't hold on anymore, and after reading out the strange eight characters, they died of anger.

Two invisible spirits emerged from the corpse.

Boom!

Hong Xuanji then threw two punches, knocking them out of their wits and dissipating between heaven and earth.

"No, father can see the soul!" Hong Yi was shocked, and immediately wanted to fly away, but it was too late.

"Well, there is another fish that slipped through the net!"

Hong Xuanji turned his eyes to the corner where Hong Yi was hiding, and found his location.

The current Hong Yi is just a mass of intangible and insubstantial spirit, unable to show even his face, Hong Xuanji can't recognize who he is at all.

Hong Yi planned to risk being punished to reveal his identity, but it was a pity that the bloody masculinity that Hong Xuanji exuded at this moment was so violent that Hong Yi was so forced that he couldn't say a word.

This is fatal!
"Human immortals are really terrifying!" Hong Yi only had time to turn a thought, and saw a fist getting bigger and bigger in the field of vision, as if it was a blood-red sun, pressing towards him.

It was Hong Xuanji who discovered Hong Yi, and then punched him in this direction.

One punch!
Just when Hong Yi thought he could not escape, a black shadow suddenly stood in front of him.

Boom!

When the punch hit the black shadow, there was a dull sound, the punch scattered, and violent winds blew out. Every gust of wind exuded masculinity.

Hong Yi was gently blown by one of the scattered strong winds, and felt extremely uncomfortable, groggy, as if his soul was about to disperse.

This shows how terrifying Hong Xuanji's punch was!
But the black shadow that punched in the middle of the front did not move at all, as if a spring breeze was blowing on his face.

Hong Xuanji's expression instantly became extremely dignified.

"Who is Your Excellency?" Hong Xuanji asked.

The black shadow did not answer, but immediately rolled up Hong Yi's soul and flew towards the sky.

"Well, want to go?" Hong Xuanji was stunned for a moment, trying to chase after him, but then paused suddenly, as if he remembered something and had some scruples.

After just a pause, the black shadow disappeared without a trace.

……

Hong Yi didn't know how he got back to his small courtyard.

After returning to his shell, he was still in shock. He could only feel his heart beating "bang bang bang", his head was congested, and he was groggy, feeling like he was alive after a catastrophe.

"What is that black shadow just now? It saved me? It should be a person, but I don't know who it is... Could it be Uncle Wang?" Hong Yi looked at Wang Fan who was still meditating with his eyes closed, "No It will be him, his father has cultivated to the realm of human immortality, Uncle Wang is just an ordinary ghost fairy, he will not be his father's opponent at all. From what Ziyue said, unless a ghost fairy has survived several thunder disasters, it is impossible to resist Live the power of immortals."

After a long time, Hong Yi still felt dizzy and extremely tired, but he couldn't sleep, he couldn't rest, he was going to rest his soul.

There is also a feeling of swelling in the head.

"I hurt my soul!"

Hong Yi recalled Hong Xuanji's last punch, but he didn't expect that just a small wisp of punch wind that escaped slightly caused his soul to be injured beyond recovery.

"If I can't change it, I'm afraid I'll run out of oil and die in ten days."

Hong Yi simply took out the Amitabha Sutra and looked at the scriptures above, hoping to find a solution from it.

It's a pity that I tossed and turned for a long time without any gain.

He took out the Inanimate Sutra and flipped through it for a while, but there was no gain.

He put the two gold scrolls side by side and compared them, hoping to find something.

It really made him discover some differences.

"Why is there a statue of Amitabha in the past scriptures, but not in the future scriptures?" Hong Yi had a question in his heart.

He couldn't help staring at the statue of Amitabha Buddha.

Seeing this, he was completely enthralled.

Long time, long time.

Boom!

Suddenly a burst of enlightenment appeared in Hong Yi's heart, and there was a loud noise in his mind, and in the depths of his soul, suddenly there was an Amitabha Buddha hanging in the center of the void.

Countless stars revolved around the Amitabha Buddha, spinning constantly, and the Buddha also smiled.

It was Hong Yi who suddenly visualized the great Buddha depicted in the Amitabha Sutra in his mind.

The big Buddha I was thinking about seemed to be my previous life. Hong Yi's mind felt extremely peaceful, and he felt the endless void, the sky and the earth are big, let me travel.

I no longer feel groggy, but my soul seems to be soaking in a hot spring, which is extremely comfortable and warm.

"It turns out that this portrait of Amitabha is the real mystery of the Amitabha Sutra. Although the words and formulas in the Sutra are profound, they are not the main body. They are just minor details that play an auxiliary role. It's ridiculous that I have been studying for many years, and I even discarded the basics."

Hong Yi knew that he had finally entered the door based on the practice of the Amitabha Sutra.

At the same time, doubts arose in Hong Yi's heart.

"Since such a mystery is hidden in the Amitabha Sutra, will it be the same in the Wusheng Sutra?"

(End of this chapter)