I'm afraid of myself

The celestial energy was condensed to the extreme to form a liquid-like form, and he alone was already surging into the sky.

The lotus pond of sin growing on the bones and flesh of the monks was purified by this pure holy water, and the magic energy had to evaporate into a dark mist when it encountered a strong enemy. .

"Wow!!!"

"Help!!!!"

"I don't want to die!!"

The Demon Buddhas watched Jie Zhan slashing at them mercilessly, their eyes full of fear and hatred.

Numerous resentments fed the dying Demon Lotus. It reluctantly made the final blow, and its sharp cry revealed the purest filth and malice in the world. Some of the Demon Buddhas who did not die under the power of Jie Zhan were actually in the final struggle of the Demon Lotus. Blood sprayed from the mouth and nose, and exploded into a ball of blood from the internal organs.

The misery in the world is no less than that of Asura Hell, but the devilish energy entangled in the black lotus was quickly covered by the immortal energy that followed the sword energy, and devoured the roots of the magic lotus at a speed visible to the naked eye, saving those enslaved hundreds of people. The young monk also made the sword's sharpness worthy of its name.

He Jinyang clenched Jie Zhan tightly in the sky, he felt that he might not forget the scene today, those cries and shouts, those screams from every petal of the magic lotus, he clearly saw the huge lotus gathered on the seemingly graceful leaves There were countless crying grimaces, those monks were used as fertilizer by it, and they couldn't get rid of it even after death.

In the realm of comprehension, cruel methods abound, and the weak will either die or live worse than death.

"Gone away..."

Those who also witnessed this scene did not hear the words He Jinyang murmured after taking a deep breath, but they were also stunned by the scene.

They came in a hurry, thinking that there would be a big battle, but they didn't think that this place would become a purgatory on earth.

Leng Baijun's mind calmed down a little and he searched around. After scanning the monks who were as thin as corpses, he finally locked on the phantom in the sky... "Look, He Jinyang!"

Feng Chuixi instinctively looked in the direction of Leng Baijun's fingers. The man with ink hair was mad, and the man with a cold expression gestured his hands. It was a very mysterious sword art, and Leng Baijun, who also used the sword, tried to make two gestures. It failed, which requires a very strong spiritual cultivation base to do so, they gave up the intention of continuing to study, and instead focused on the scene in front of them.

He Jinyang is in a high place, condescending, sees far and wide, so he is angry, but those who have been in close contact with everything in this hell like the wind blowing west, can't even get angry, only full of anger is left. full of chill.

"These demon cultivators..." Leng Baijun spat out the four words with restraint, "The crime deserves death!"

A piece of white bone that was crushed under his feet made a smashing "噗嗤" sound at the right time.

Ji Wuxia glanced at him, wisely, he didn't say that the Demon Buddha and the Demon Cultivator were two different families at this time, but instead went to observe the Demon Embryo supported by countless flesh and souls.

"Using the golden lotus seated by the Buddha as the base, and using the devil energy attracted by countless resentful spirits to breed the devil fetus, if things are accomplished, it will be another heavenless devil ancestor." It's up to you."

When Du Ku came to this place, he couldn't bear to look at the first sight, so he closed his eyes and clasped his palms together to overcome his grievances. Hearing his words at this time, he inevitably interrupted the voice of chanting, and asked in a low voice: "What's the matter?" untie?"

Ji Wuxia sorted through the ocean of memory, sorted out the deeds of Wutian Demon Ancestor, and then said slowly: "There is light in the world, and there is darkness naturally. If there are immortals, there will be demons, and the Buddha's practice is special. People think that the opposite of the devil is also a Buddha, but it is not true, and true Buddhist practitioners know that their enemy is themselves.”

Mei Xue Dizun Tsinghua's eyes flashed an unknown light.

"The true body of the Tathagata Buddha once gave birth to a son. This son was born to be unparalleled in the Buddha's debate, and he was also an enemy of the Buddha. The Buddha put him into the belly of the Peacock Daming King Bodhisattva for the sake of the Buddhas not disturbing his heart. Polluted his golden body, but the peacock still achieved the fruity taste of the mother of the Buddha in the end, which means that the Buddha failed. .”

"Isn't it just wishful thinking that this kind of devil fetus that the Buddha can't do anything about wants to create another one?"

When the Devil Emperor, who lived for an unknown number of years, talked about the legendary ancestor of the Devil Buddha, there was a hint of sarcasm in his conversation and laughter.

Ji Wuxia: "On the day Wutian Demon Ancestor ascended, the realm of hell and Shura in the six realms of reincarnation separated and became one realm. It was Wuxiangtian, ruled by Demon Ancestor. It belongs to the realm of no form."

He deliberately paused here, glanced at a group of people who were frightened by Mi Xin, and said coolly: "That is to say, since then, Mo Buddha and Moxiu have been two different things, and then the Mo Buddha's pot will be deducted from us. On the head of the devil, be careful that we are impolite."

What he said was ugly, and it was a big provocation, but no one paid attention to him at this time. The inheritance of immortal cultivators for thousands of years has been far behind that of demon cultivators. It is necessary to find a monk to lead the way to the Buddhaland, but thousands of years have passed, and such an incredible thing has really happened.

Even the origin of the Demonic Buddha was learned from the Demonic Emperor, but Buddhist and Immortal cultivators, who should know the truth most, became the listeners at this time. This has to be said to be a secret irony.

Feng Chuixi even bit the tip of his tongue for this, and it was only after he tasted the fishy and salty taste that he made up his mind.

Leng Baijun's hand holding the sword was tense, and he felt insulted, and this insult was not something anyone could give him.

Du Ku's wry smile deepened, his eyes fell deeply on the demon-slaying fairy god high in the sky, and he felt that he was the only one who could not be moved.

But at this time, the place where [-] Demonic Buddhas were gathered had already been torn apart, Jie Zhanjian never left a trace of demonic nature, and Ji Wuxia would inevitably be affected by this fierce sword energy.

"One sword canopy."

A deep and powerful voice echoed in the air, and He Jinyang read out the name of his move for the first time. Suddenly, the overwhelming demonic energy was suppressed in an instant, and it couldn't even generate waves. The wind pattern of Tianzhu and the pure holy spirit together wash away the dirt accumulated in this hall for hundreds of years.

Slowly transforming from pitch black to a majestic hall of its own color, revealing a kind and majestic Buddha statue.

Only after seeing this Buddha did we know how false the Buddha was when he first entered Wuyi Mountain.

The Buddha's light belonging to the gods and Buddhas fell on them, and the people who were inevitably contaminated with demonic energy during the process of eliminating demons felt an unspeakable relief, as if they were warmed from head to toe when their mother's palm brushed their backs when they were young. .

He Jinyang also fell from the sky at this time, standing in front of them, looking at the Buddha statue expressionlessly, the immortal energy controlled by him was still eating away the remaining demon energy here at a terrifying speed.

When all the dust settled, the corpses piled up on the ground of the main hall were attracted by the Buddha's light and emitted a bright green light. The moment the consciousness that had been sleeping for many years woke up, the sacred hall took these broken souls to the other side, and those withered corpses of ancient Buddhas also It is no longer preaching the terrifying Buddha's words like before, but compassionate, peaceful, and full of peace and security even in the face of death.

In Xiangguang Hall, which had returned to normal after hundreds of years, stood three immortal cultivators, a devil emperor, and a Buddhist cultivator.

It is taken for granted that this Buddhaland occupied by the demon Buddha will have a natural abnormality when a pure Buddha welcomes it.

Feng Chuixi looked at Du Ku who had just been surrounded by visions, "How is it?"

Du Kuo's face still showed a look of disappointment. After hearing the words, he pondered for a while, then waved his hand, and the thirteen Buddha bones, which were the same as the relics in his hand, revolved around him, emitting spiritual light.

Ji Wuxia explained: "The orthodox Buddhist cultivation method has long been lost, and most of the cultivation methods given to him by Master Duku are the fusion of the two. Otherwise, his cultivation realm would not be immortal cultivation. Standing pillars. True Buddhist cultivators have always used relics to see their minds and minds, and they do not value Tianzhu who is capable of assisting in battle. They have their own advanced methods. Now under the guidance of Buddha Tathagata, this little monk has become a real Buddhist cultivator. "

Looking at the relics wrapped around his palm, Du Ku understood that what happened to him just now was not as light as Ji Wuxia said, it was really a great opportunity.

Just when the last trace of demonic energy was swallowed up by the evil spirit on the fairy sword, the Buddha statue enshrined in the temple bloomed without warning a brilliant treasure wheel of merit, and Du Kuo, as the only Buddhist cultivator present, was selected by the golden light...

Through his blurred vision, he seemed to see the phantom of the Buddha. It was an extremely beautiful sight. If his will was not firm, he suspected that he would be addicted to the spot.

Just as he was determined to break the illusion, he found that the phantom became more and more solid, and the surrounding environment grew from scratch. Then he saw himself sitting in front of the Buddha with a dozen Buddhist practitioners. The environment he was in was so comfortable and comfortable that even he couldn’t help but join in such a comfortable world at the end, until those fellow practitioners all smiled at him, and he suddenly woke up. It was no longer those Buddhist practitioners by his side, but Feng Chuixi and others.

After such a wonderful experience, the thirteen relics were quietly suspended in the Niwan Palace, and he could easily discern this through the inner inspection. Du Ku couldn't help but think of the sentence that one of the Buddha cultivators who couldn't see his face asked with a smile when he was practicing Zen.

"Is he all right?"

How did you answer it at that time?

Du Ku is still a little bit out of his wits, and Ji Wuxia on the side is looking at Xiang Guangdian who has been restored to its original state playfully, the memory of the last time he came here flashed in his eyes, Du Ku's handsome profile fell into Du Ku's eyes, which made him rather Some hesitated, not knowing whether to tell him about it.

Now that he has regained his senses and endured hardships, it has been reflected that the person who spoke just now may be the original owner of a relic in his hand, his ancestor, Buddha Guanglai.

He Jinyang still doesn't know the cause and effect between the demon and the Buddha, but he has heard everything Ji Wuxia said, and now he is slightly dazed looking at the hall, whether it should be said to have a new look or restored to its original state, poking the system desperately on the conscious level.

System, come out and explain, how the Godly Wind Immortal Venerable cheated on the corpse!