I have a role in the heavens

Everyone searched the Zen room courtyard one by one and found that there was no one here. Some of the wooden tables and chairs were so rotten that they would collapse at the touch of a touch. Occasionally, a skinny mouse could be seen strutting past as if there was no one there.

About half an hour later, the sky became darker and darker, and it already felt like night. Jiang Zhiwei and Fu Zhenzhen lit the fire to illuminate the surrounding environment.

They had probably finished searching the main body of the temple, but found nothing strange or valuable. Some of the rotting corpses of wild beasts had been chewed to pieces. Apparently there were wild dogs waiting to visit.

Meng Qi looked back at the temple gate, only to see the darkness outside, which seemed to contain endless dangers. The plaque on the main entrance seemed to have disappeared long ago, making it impossible for them to know which temple they were in.

Jiang Zhiwei observed the general layout of the temple and Zen courtyard and made suggestions.

"Let's go back to the original meditation hall first. The location is the most suitable for us to spend tonight."

The meditation hall just now was the main hall of this temple. When everyone was approaching the meditation room, under the light of the fire, they suddenly caught a glimpse of a golden sparkle.

"Hey, the gold paint on the Buddha statue has become dull. Where did the gold come from?"

Jiang Zhiwei walked over with a sword in hand, showing some vigilance and caution, and found that it was a plaque covered with moss and weeds, and the gold color was the stroke of the text on it.

"Plaque? You can see what kind of temple this is."

Although we are in a strange world of reincarnation, it is useless to know the names of temples and places, but it is a Buddhist temple after all. It cannot be said that it is consistent with Buddhism in the main world, and we can judge some situations from it, just like the Shaolin in the Duoercha world, except that it is not the same as the Shaolin in the main world. The layout is the same, and the one worshiped is Tathagata.

Jiang Zhiwei squatted down and gently removed the moss and weeds on the plaque. The last word was revealed, which was the word "Temple". As he continued to clean the moss on the plaque, the word "音" came into view.

Meng Qi's heart skipped a beat when he saw this word. This is the world of Journey to the West. Could it be the Little Leiyin Temple here? After the Yellow Eyebrow King was taken away by Maitreya Buddha, it would be normal for it to be deserted. It's just that if there are still monsters under the Yellow Eyebrow King. If any little boss comes out during this stop, they will probably be eaten alive.

Meng Qi's heart was heavy and he continued to look at the plaque. Jiang Zhiwei cleared away the moss and weeds bit by bit, and the golden Sanskrit words were revealed bit by bit. Meng Qi's heartbeat suddenly slowed down. It was really the word "thunder"!

Little Leiyin Temple! Does this mean we are in Hezhou, Xiniu? It was really full of monsters, big and small. This death mission was probably very dangerous and there was a narrow escape from death!

Meng Qi was sure that the place where he and others were located was Xiaoleiyin Temple, and he felt a little more relaxed. People are always more afraid of the unknown, but when they really face difficulties, they are not so afraid.

As Jiang Zhiwei cleaned up, the last golden character was revealed, which was the character "big". Jiang Zhiwei and others looked confused. They had not heard of the name of this temple and were a little disappointed.

"It turns out that the word is not 'small', but 'big', which means it is no longer Xiaoleiyin Temple. It's not bad!"

Meng Qi said without thinking at all, as long as it is not Xiao Leiyin Temple!

But as soon as he finished speaking, Meng Qi reacted. He took a deep breath, his pupils tightened, his heart skipped a few beats and stopped beating. Finally, his heart started beating crazily, a large amount of blood and energy poured into his head, and his face flushed. He was red, cold sweat broke out on his forehead, and his body was trembling slightly, which attracted everyone's attention!

"Little monk, what's wrong?"

Although Meng Qi had betrayed the Shaolin Temple and grown his hair, Jiang Zhiwei still liked to call Meng Qi the little monk. This was the first time that Meng Qi, a bold man, was so frightened, and his expression became serious. She vaguely felt that they The situation may be more dangerous than imagined.

Meng Qi stared at the plaque and saw that there was a trace of greenness in the wood, which actually retained vitality. The four Sanskrit words on it seemed ordinary at first, but upon closer inspection, people felt the purity and tranquility from the heart, and the Zen meaning was plain but meaningful. , it lies there quietly, as if telling the vicissitudes of time, its body does not move, it is true and true.

"What's wrong with Da Leiyin Temple?"

Zhang Yuanshan also asked doubtfully, the young monk was born in Buddhism, does he know something?

According to some Buddhist records in the main world, the Buddha lived in the "Nalanda Temple", a pure land, but it had nothing to do with the "Da Leiyin Temple", so Jiang Zhiwei and others were not surprised.

"I once read a few Buddhist scriptures written by unknown people. They said that Tathagata Buddha also had the Pure Land of Lingshan, and in the center of the Pure Land was the Great Thunder Sound Temple."

Meng Qi thought about it for a moment, looked at everyone with a solemn expression, and slowly told the information he knew.

The expressions of Jiang Zhiwei, Zhang Yuanshan and others changed slightly. Meng Qi was born in Buddhism, and it was normal for him to have read Buddhist scriptures that were unknown to outsiders. Could it be that demons were causing chaos in the world, destroying the Buddha's Pure Land, and leaving the Dalei Sound Temple in ruins?

This is impossible! Where do monsters get this kind of ability? Even the Demon Lord who can create a world by himself cannot do it! Even if the Demon Saint is resurrected, he will still be equal to the Demon Lord at most. Or maybe the Buddha here is not the Buddha in the main world?

"Maybe it's not necessarily the real plaque, maybe it was written by some eminent monk."

Meng Qi himself didn't believe this explanation. If Lingshan was normal and Daleiyin Temple was normal, which eminent monk would name his temple Daleiyin Temple?

"The stories told in those Buddhist scriptures are somewhat similar to this world. Monsters are rampant and saints among monsters are everywhere. We cannot be careless at all."

"If we really encounter a powerful demon saint, it will be useless no matter how cautious we are, so relax."

Jiang Zhiwei chuckled, fearless and fearless. This is the character of a swordsman. He moves forward without knowing how to retreat.

As soon as he finished speaking, everyone trembled, and a powerful demonic aura rose into the sky! Countless weak evil spirits joined together, like a dark cloud, with the sound of wind blowing from all directions, rushing towards this Zen courtyard.

"Fighting the wind?"

Zhang Yuanshan's expression condensed, this was at least a half-step monster on location level!

"The three kings are right here!"

There were shouts and monsters shouting in the distance.

"Human breath! There's someone inside!"

"Quick, catch them back, don't let them escape!"

"We have the opportunity. As long as we catch them and present them to the Peacock Demon King, we can get a lot of rewards!"

Black wind mixed with demonic energy enveloped the entire temple. Strange humanoid creatures rushed in from the front or over the walls. They were demons that had not yet completed their transformation. Some were dragging wolf tails, and some were dragging wolf tails. Holding the dog's head, some are holding steel forks, some are holding spears, and there are many of them, but they all carry a strong and strange smell, making people feel uncomfortable and have difficulty breathing.

Jiang Zhiwei and others were shocked. This was the first time they saw a real monster. After the human race in the main world flourished, monsters were rarely seen. Ten years ago, there was a demon king with vast magical powers and tyrannical methods. He joined forces with other great demons and intended to lead the demon tribe to counterattack, but was blocked from the "Yunxiao Mountain" by the "Yixin Sword" Mr. Lu Da, Chunyang Zongchong and Tao Ren. When several other people from the Tianbang arrived in the clouds and fog, the demon king also retreated in the face of difficulties and disappeared from sight, as if he had accepted his fate and was enjoying his happiness in a peach blossom garden somewhere.

Although everyone was shocked, Jiang Zhiwei was the first to take action, unsheathing the long sword at his waist, with a bright cold light and sword energy, killing more than a dozen little demons in one go. Meng Qi followed closely behind, unsheathing his sword, and the sword energy was fierce and explosive. With a shout, the little demons were stunned. Relying on their physical strength, they rushed directly into the demon group and killed them. Countless heads rolled down and blood splashed all over them.

Zhang Yuanshan stood beside Meng Qi and swung his snake sword. The sword glowed with cold light and flashed dots. He crossed the steel-forked sword and killed several little demons in the same way. Luo Shengyi punched out with his right fist, without any fancy, simple and crude, and hit the dazed fox demon in front of him. The fox demon trembled violently for a few times, but it was fine and went to fight the cow across the mountain. However, there were bursts of popping and imploding sounds behind it, and the monsters next to him fell one after another.

Qi Zhengyan revealed his dragon-patterned red gold sword, and the monsters beside him trembled. The Bibingxue Zhenqi accompanied the sword's power and struck out one after another. Several monsters were covered in frost and froze to death!

Fu Zhenzhen raised his hand and hit a strange thing. It flew to the top of the monster's head and exploded suddenly. The dark green color flowed and turned into poisonous smoke. All the monsters contaminated by the poison screamed in pain, their skin rotted, and pus and blood flowed. Then they became ferocious, completely ignoring their companions next to them, and their swords danced wildly, and flesh and blood flew everywhere. This is the "Poisonous Mist from the Earth's Yin" recorded in the "Saving Man's Sutra". Once it sticks to the body, the skin will rot and the flesh will rot, and the person will die wailing. It has miraculous effects on both humans and demons, so Fu Zhenzhen left this package of things on purpose.

"Young ones, get out of the way of this great king!"

The black wind swirled in the air and blew down suddenly, revealing a monster with a wolf mouth and a human face covered in black fur. He held two golden giant hammers in his hands, and with the force of his downward attack, he was like a mountain pressing down on the top! The strong wind was suppressed layer by layer, and there was an explosion out of thin air, as if even the void was broken by the giant hammer.

This half-step exterior-level wolf demon does not have very advanced moves, but it contains legal principles. It seems to be instinctive. Only in this way can the advantages of its own strength be fully utilized. In mid-air, streaks of black wind took shape and turned into blades, accompanied by giant hammers and falling like rain.

When Meng Qi saw this, he did not use light skills to avoid it. As a human shield and a tank in the team, he must be frontal and create opportunities for his companions to attack, so he let this wolf demon who was half a step into the outdoor realm know his name as Mang King Kong. The number is not earned for nothing.

Meng Qi's physical body is strong. He first practiced Iron Cloth Shirt, then practiced Golden Bell Cover in the middle. Finally, he exchanged the out-of-body chapter of "Eight-Nine Mysterious Skills" in the Six Paths of Reincarnation Space, preparing to use it as his main training method. , this is the strongest aspect of his martial arts. A true man can only practice kung fu horizontally.

Although Meng Qi always yearned for the grace of the swordsman in white, if he were really asked to abandon his physical body and practice horizontally, he might not be willing to do so. After all, survival was more important than his handsome appearance.

Meng Qi's legs were in a horse stance, using the Golden Bell and Eighty-nine Mysterious Skills with all his strength. The black suit was held up, as if his muscles were bulging. Toward the giant hammer wolf monster.

Zhang Yuanshan knew that Meng Qi alone could not stop the monster that was half a step outside the scene. The long sword slowly drew out, as if it was quite difficult and strenuous. It formed a Tai Chi circle, and all the nearby air flow poured in to block a giant hammer. Luo Shengyi held his chest and abdomen, and punched out his right fist again, the strongest and most powerful, returning to his original nature, and his iron fist was invincible.

Qi Zhengyan took a step back to protect Ruan Yushu, Fu Zhenzhen, Ge Huaien and others to prevent the wind blade from disturbing them.

"when!"

Two loud noises erupted in no particular order, causing the little demons to retreat one after another.

Meng Qi's legs were trembling slightly, overwhelmed, and the worn-out floor tiles at his feet cracked piece by piece with constant popping sounds. He unleashed his true energy with all his strength, without any reservation. He transferred the power of the attack to the soles of his feet, and finally resisted a golden giant hammer. The blade of the blade was bent under the pressure and almost broke. Black winds blew onto Meng Qi's body, like cutting with a knife blade, torn his clothes into tatters, his bronze skin swelled, and blood stains emerged. Although there were many, they were not deep or big, and only a small amount of blood spilled out.

Zhang Yuanshan's snake sword swung away another giant hammer, but his feet sank into the floor tiles, and cracks spread out in a network. Luo Shengyi's fist hit the wolf demon's left arm, but it was trapped in a mass of demonic energy. He only scattered them and saw the black armor with black hair.

But no matter what, the three of them managed to hold off the wolf demon who was half a step outside the scene and hit him in the air.

At this moment, Ruan Yushu, who had never made a move, brushed the strings with his slender fingers, pinched a string with his right thumb and middle finger, and jerked it.

"Zheng!"

As if a sharp sound wave was shot out, the sound condensed and penetrated straight into the soul. The wolf demon's body couldn't help but tremble, and Ruan Yushu also took a step back, and the string in his hand broke.

The wolf demon's attack was blocked and his body was slightly stagnant. The already dark night once again felt bleak. An indescribable sword light lit up. There was nothing else between heaven and earth. It was extremely bright and sinister. .

"The sword comes out without me"!

Jiang Zhiwei has not taken action since the wolf demon appeared. She is waiting for the opportunity, waiting for Meng Qi and others to create an opportunity for her to severely damage the wolf demon with one blow.

The sword light seemed to have crossed the distance of time and space. As soon as it appeared, it was in front of the wolf demon and pointed directly at the center of the eyebrows.

The wolf demon sensed the danger, shouted loudly, spit out a ball of highly condensed demon energy, turned into a bead, and blocked it in front of him.

"puff!"

The black demon bead was shattered, and the wolf demon spewed blood wildly. The center of his eyebrow was injured by the sword energy, and a deep scratch appeared. It seemed that he had a third eye. The blood-red demon eye exuded a bloody and terrifying meaning.

Take advantage of his illness and kill him! Just as Jiang Zhiwei retreated, Luo Shengyi shouted loudly, and his right fist seemed to be extremely slow, but in fact it was punched out as fast as thunder. With this punch, his clothes all over his body swelled, and his right fist seemed to be twice as big, filling the void, like The mountains fell down, causing the air currents to collapse. With the power of the Nine Apertures, he was able to hit the Nine Mountains Hard Fist twice while maintaining his basic combat power. This punch was like the top of a mountain, fierce and unstoppable.

"boom!"

Where Luo Shengyi's fist hit, most of the demonic energy had been cut away by Jiang Zhiwei's sword. How could it withstand this fierce and domineering iron fist? The armor on the left abdomen of the wolf demon burst into pieces, its defense was broken, and there were signs on its body. A bloody hole the size of a fist, with a mess inside.

The wolf demon screamed, entangled by the black wind, he wanted to climb higher, and then relied on his super recovery ability to heal his injuries before fighting again. Even though he suffered such heavy injuries, he was not dead yet!

At this moment, Meng Qi suddenly jumped up, even higher than the wolf demon, like a god. He slashed nine times with the sword in his hand at high speed, and shouted loudly at the same time, the sound shook the void like a thunderbolt.

"kill!"

Each sword was accompanied by a layer of purple thunder. Each sword was as fast as a sword, and each sword was fiercer than the last. Boom! It was as if there was a thunderous explosion. The purple thunder trembled or circled, connected or scattered, and struck down layer by layer. It was shaped like a dragon and mighty like a mountain. It made every little demon tremble or retreat. Even the sky seemed to shake, and the air flow The life was completely swallowed up.

"Crazy thunder shook the sky"!

The thunder struck first, followed closely by the long knife. Like a huge purple lightning, it directly knocked the wolf demon from the air as high as a person to the ground! Bang bang bang, the wolf demon's body was covered with purple electricity, rolling continuously, crushing the floor tiles, and then the body twitched and gradually calmed down.

When Meng Qi fell to the ground, his expression was extremely emotional. From the beginning, he launched a series of big moves. The death mission really lived up to its name. It was just a start, and they used all their strength.

"Third brother!"

A sad and angry roar sounded, and the air was shaken. A mighty and fierce lion spirit appeared. Looking at the wolf demon lying on the ground, he became furious, opened his bloody mouth, and aimed at Meng Qi. With one breath, an extremely powerful devouring force emerged. The lion spirit's mouth became bigger and bigger, the size of a house. Storms and clouds gathered, dark clouds shrouded the world, and the world was dim and terrifying. Meng Qi's figure was unstable, and he moved toward the lion spirit. fell into his mouth.

"I'll go! Nine Spirits Yuansheng!"

The eyes were dark and the fishy smell hit his nostrils. Meng Qi complained in shock before he swallowed it into his mouth. Endless acid eroded his body and sent waves of burning pain through his body. Meng Qi's mind was tense and he was working at full speed. "Eight-nine Mysterious Skills" and the golden bell cover, the body exudes a dark golden color, resisting the corrosion of the lion's gastric juice, fighting for time to survive, and waiting for the rescue of his companions.

The gastric juice of this lion spirit melted gold and corroded iron, and coupled with the terrifying squirming all around, the dark gold on Meng Qi's body quickly faded, and the golden bell was about to break.

Seeing Meng Qi being swallowed by the lion-headed monster, everyone's expressions changed. Fu Zhenzhen didn't even think about it. He flipped his palm and took out a simple bronze mirror. It was dark green and dull, and looked like a mortal object. It was exactly what everyone had seen before entering reincarnation. Exchangeable demon mirror.

Fu Zhenzhen pointed the demon mirror at the lion spirit, and the brilliant light was like a pillar, freezing the lion spirit's figure. The lion spirit was stagnant in mid-air, but did not show its original shape. This lion spirit has a special bloodline, and it actually resisted the power of the Demon Mirror and never manifested its true form.

In the belly of the lion's essence, Meng Qi was squirming and imprisoned, unable to use other means at all. Seeing that the golden bell was about to break through, the eight or nine mysterious skills were difficult to control alone. He had to use his own means of pressing the bottom of the box, and unsheathed the long sword on his waist that had never been used. This was a treasure he obtained in the main world, named Zishang, which was the treasure of a small aristocratic family. This family The direct lineage was destroyed by evil spirits, and the treasured weapon fell into the hands of Meng Qi, who kept it for him.

Instilling the true energy, all the energy and spirit were integrated into the treasure weapon, and he swung the treasure weapon with all his strength. The sharp and unspeakable purple sword energy burst out, and the sound of tearing could be heard endlessly.

Jiang Zhiwei and others are waiting to attack the immobilized lion spirit and save Meng Qi. Suddenly, he saw a sword mark on the ground, scratching and cracking the floor tiles, and the sword energy was raging. The lion's chest and abdomen lit up purple, and a deep scar appeared from top to bottom.

The chest and abdomen of the lion spirit split open, and a bronze figure covered with blood jumped out. His clothes were stained with fishy gastric juices, and he relied on the golden bell cover and the Eight-nine Mysterious Techniques to resist corrosion.

Suffering this fatal injury from the inside out, the lion spirit was not dead yet. He screamed in pain and got rid of the demon mirror. He waved his long stick in his hand and chased Meng Qi while flying around in the wind. When the little demons on the ground saw that the Yellow Lion King was beaten like this, they were all frightened to death, and those who could still move retreated like a tide.