I'm afraid of myself

People on the sidelines looked nervously at the remaining seven survivors. From their attire, they could tell the branches of law cultivation, sword cultivation, and magic cultivation.

Boxing repairer Zhong Litai, who was born in the southern region of the realm of comprehension, has cultivated to the first level of the Pillar Realm.

Kong Guangcai, the sword repairman, was born in the Chongguang Society, and his cultivation is at the first level of the Pillar Realm.

Faxiu Jia Kexin, who was born in Shuiruo Palace, cultivated to the second level of the Pillar Realm.

The Demon Cultivator King, born in the Withered Demon Sect, cultivated to the third level of the Pillar Realm.

The Buddha cultivated through suffering, was born in Tiande Temple, and cultivated to the first level of Lizhu Realm.

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Except for the relatively clear information of these five people, the information tablets of the two people who really attracted the audience were always blank.

After the blood-colored demon lines appeared on the face of the cultivator who seemed to be righteous, everyone knew that he was a demon cultivator who killed countless lives.The contrast at that moment was as if a fair lady had turned into a female ghost in an instant, her heart fluctuated greatly, and many people felt that their whole body was not well.

And the other He Jinyang, who started from the first round and indirectly contributed to the second round of reforms, at least he revealed something more than the mysterious previous one, but not much, just one name...

Cheating!

What's going on with this Xianjue Conference?Why are there so many monsters?

The eyes of the crowd outside the arena were wide open so as not to miss any details, but at this moment, Faxiu's Jia Kexin had already met Jianxiu's Kong Guangcai.Although the realm of the two is clear at a glance, everyone knows that the strength of a sword cultivator can never be calculated by common sense. It is as easy for them to leapfrog challenges as eating and drinking.

Faxiu looked nervous, and subconsciously clenched his sweaty palms. He hid well, never expecting to be discovered by the insensitive sword cultivator.

The sword in Kong Guangcai's hand is full of blood. The fighting style of sword repair has not changed for thousands of years. Head-to-head is more important than his own heart.

A gleam of blood flashed in his eyes, and the fierce light was revealed. Jia Ke, who was being watched, gritted his teeth and threw out his countless magic weapons.

At this time, almost all the monks participating in the small mirror world knew that He Jinyang was waiting for someone to shoot him with an arrow, so neither side expanded their domain.

It can be said that even though He Jinyang never showed up in a real sense, his reputation has spread among the surviving monks.

Afraid and alert, this name is the invisible threat to them.

In the field that does not expand, the silent battle does not mean that it is not exciting.After all, he is a strong man of the second level of the pillar state, and the sword cultivator is blocked by Baoguang uncontrollably. Although a good sword has been practiced to the extreme, it can break when it encounters objects, but Kong Guangcai does not have that strength.

The more he swung the sword, the more futile he was doing, the more blood in Kong Guangcai's eyes became heavier. Looking at Jia Kexin who was staying in the tortoise shell, he sneered ironically. Clear moonstone.

Jia Kexin's face suddenly changed, "You!"

"Die!"

The sword cultivator activates the moon stone ability, and in an instant, the right to stagnate time is used, and the scenery centered on Jia Kexin turns gray and white. Kong Guang, the only one who can move, slowly approaches his prey, with an expression on his face that is bound to win It looked awful.

Jia Kexin's eyes reflected Jianxiu's gradually expanding figure, and his expression was still full of fear brought about by the accident.

Kong Guangcai raised his natal spirit sword and swung it down mercilessly...

"Crack-"

A small voice came, and under the circumstances that no one expected, Yueshi's rights were disintegrated, no, it should be over.

It's so short... Kong Guangcai just had this idea, and Jia Kexin, who had regained his mobility, seized this momentary opportunity, and all the aggressive spirit treasures burst out with powerful force at Kong Guangcai, and he was bombarded out without any resistance. Tens of meters away, the whole person was thrown into the air.

Jia Kexin, who had barely escaped, constricted his pupils and gasped for breath. He was terrified, but he reacted quickly and used the Lingbao to hide himself underground again, making up his mind to wait until the end of the second round.

The seriously injured Kong Guangcai got up from the ground in embarrassment. Judging from his expression, he probably hated Jia Kexin who had just failed in his counterattack from the Jedi just now.

"What a broken thing!"

The moonstone that was clenched tightly in the palm of the hand was not thrown out after all, after all, apart from the effect of stagnant time, it is also the proof of the winner.

Pursing his lips, Kong Guangcai put it back into his sleeve, raised his sword and set off again, but just as he stood up, a fist pierced his body from behind without warning.

"puff!"

When the pain hit, Kong Guang touched his dantian in disbelief, and then put it in front of his eyes, with blood in his hand, "You..." Turning his head with difficulty, the person who attacked him from behind smiled slightly, and a few strands of bangs floated to his forehead.

Fist repairer Zhong Litai gritted his teeth and said, "Go!" Then he drew his fist, the spiritual source of the sea of ​​energy was destroyed, and the opponent was powerless to recover.

"what!"

With a scream, Kong Guangcai's face turned pale, and he fell to the ground trembling like a sieve, with blood continuously spurting from his mouth, and the big hole in his stomach continuously absorbed the surrounding spiritual energy to repair his body.

After all, they are strong pillars. After passing the stage of body casting, their bodies are already so strong that there is no way to destroy them. As long as they can escape, as long as they can hide... there is always a way to...

"what!"

With another scream, Kong Guangcai's pupils dilated, and he could vaguely see the boxer lift himself up, and then the scorching flames became the last scene before he died.

Zhong Litai shook his hands, patted off the ashes that had been burned by him, bent down to pick up the moonstone, the corners of his mouth turned up in a super good mood.

"No, I can't rest assured so early."

After he finished muttering, he stepped up and went deep into the deep forest in summer. The next second, the autumn leaves fell.

This is already the No.40 nine-season transition when the battle began. It is believed that soon there will be monks who are not long-lived and will be forced to seek moonstones for help.

He Jinyang hid himself among the strange rocks. The small mirror world is a very complete world, with mountains, waters and wilderness. Naturally, there will be no lack of lifeless stone forests.

In other words, after the destruction of the original world, there are more dead places like this in the mirror world.

Stepping on a flat rock above the cave, He Jinyang swept around, and then picked up a round black stone like a goose egg. Soon, the stone changed.

"Moonstone."

Put it under the sun, and the clear and white luster shows its identity.

Now the number of moonstones found in the small mirror world has reached three. When the fifth moonstone is found, it is really dangerous.

……

Du Ku was once a great benevolent person. Before he practiced Buddhism, the three generations of his family were all good people in the village who were famous for doing good deeds and accumulating virtue. But although they were good people, their fate was not very good in his generation.

First, the parents who went out to do business were killed by bandits, and then his wife, Hong Xing, who married him, ran away and eloped. Not only did he have no children at a young age, but his relatives and friends also frequently encountered misfortune because of contact with him.

At that time, it was the lowest point in his life of suffering, and repeated blows made him commit suicide by the riverside, but the person who rescued him said that he was the reincarnation of a good man from ten generations, and he should be classified as a Buddhist.

Do you not need to feel the sufferings of the world if you join Buddhism?

Du Ku asked self-deprecatingly.

The person who saved him recited the Buddha's name silently, and then said: "If you don't know suffering, how can you overcome the suffering in the world."

From then on, Duku became his dharma name, and he also became a monk on that day.

Opening his eyes, Du Ku looked at the man who appeared in front of him. He recognized his name as He Jinyang.

"Amitabha, the donor wants to make a precept against killing?"

He Jinyang paused in his forward steps, and turned his head to look at the great monk who would be ignored by himself without making a sound.

With a ring scar on the top of his head and big eyes under his brows, he looks blessed, but somehow he became a monk.

He Jinyang: "Which of the monks who came to participate in the Xianjue Conference did not kill people?"

When Du Ku was asked in this way, he quietly replied: "My little monk has never killed a single person."

He Jinyang said bluntly: "Then what are you doing here?"

Du Ku said: "Do good deeds."

He Jinyang smiled and said, "Since you want to do good deeds, follow me."

Du Kuo stood up without saying a word, wearing worn-out monk shoes and a rare yellow robe, and his whole body consisted of only one hundred and eight Buddha beads hanging around his neck, and the string of Buddha bone relics in his hand to tell the world His identity as a cultivator.

He Jinyang led him through the deepest part of the stone forest, and then rested in a cave. The stalactites on the top of the cave dripped water, and the cave was damp and full of water vapor.

"Let's rest here for a while."

After he finished speaking, Du Ku said in a low voice, "Thank you, benefactor."

It's not like Dharma cultivators have spiritual weapons to travel, and it's not like sword cultivators fly to the sky with swords. Buddhist cultivation is a thorough penance. You use your feet to walk around the earth, and you don't reveal your identity as a cultivator unless it's urgent.

With such strict conditions for practice, there have never been many Buddhist cultivators in the realm of comprehension, but all eminent monks and masters, some even demon cultivators will sell some face.

Du Ku has the qualifications to become an eminent monk, but he has not really experienced the suffering in the world, he needs to enter the world.

He Jinyang looked at Du Kuu up and down, and found that his whole body was actually more penniless than his own. Should he be glad that he didn't choose Buddha to practice possession?

Du Ku didn't know what the person on the other side was thinking, he was also observing this monk who became famous all over the world as soon as Pu appeared.

He looks like a sword cultivator in terms of his attire, but his weapon is a bow and arrow that few people in the comprehension world use.

Recalling the spirit sword that this person used when he appeared, many people thought he was a sword cultivator at that time, but...

Aren't all sword cultivators loyal to their natal spirit sword?

Du Ku looked at him in confusion, and waited until He Jinyang asked him a question.

"You've been here since you entered Xiaojing's world?"

Du Ku put away his chaotic thoughts, and said quietly: "The place where the little monk appeared in the small mirror world is right here in the stone forest. Seeing that there is no one around, he took advantage of the situation and practiced hard."

He Jinyang twitched the corner of his mouth and said, "What are you doing here?"

Du Kuo replied, "Practice."

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