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On the top of the Jade Mountains, all directions came together, each with their own tricks, and the first one died!

The scene in front of me is like a sharp arrow piercing the chest, pouring in from the chest, smashing the heart, and then coming out through the body!

There was a sharp pain in the chest of words and words, and in the endless anger, there was unpredictable sadness and depression.

But at this moment, his sword was faster and sharper, and the turbulent Xuangong rushed out of his body. The sword in his hand was like the horn of an antelope. attack!

If a man cannot wield his sword with love, he must be fed with hatred.

Facing this sword from the sky, the eight radicals all turned pale, unable to resist in their hearts, they could only stand in front of Wuzhi with their flesh and blood, hoping to win the way for Shizun to escape. road.

Until soft laughter sounded in the night.

Under the dark night, the bright moon illuminates Jie Yuan's face.

His brows are stretched, and there is a smile on the corner of his mouth. The smile is as usual with three points of teasing and three points of tenderness, which is his consistent attitude towards words in private.However, one body has two sides, three points of teasing has now become three points of ridicule, three points of gentleness has turned into three points of cruelty.

He grabbed the sword in Yan Zhenci's hand again, and did not forget to say:

"The two armies are fighting, and the soldiers are not tired of deceit. Tantrism and the Buddhist kingdom have their own disputes. Whoever loses and who wins is a matter of fate. Why did Mr. Jingliu lose his temper in fright, and the same junior can't get through?"

The anger surging in my heart can only be washed away with blood.

The words and pillows were repeatedly blocked by Jie Yuan, and finally he completely stopped his eyes on Jie Yuan!With a sway of his shoulders, three transformations in his body, the three of them held their swords and pressed towards Jieyuan at the same time. The people were full of anger, the sword hid the cold front, the bright moon hung high, the sky was dark, the sword was colder than the moon, and the people were colder than the night!

Jie Yuan didn't move.

Since he regained his real body, he has fought against people several times, and he has never avoided it, and it is naturally the same now.

In the blink of an eye, when the person approached, the sword was already in his body, and when he saw that the thick sword was about to stab Jieyuan's palm, a trace of struggle and hesitation quickly slipped through Yan Zhenci's eyes, and he didn't know what drove his action, he Withdrew the sword suddenly, and greeted the palm of Shangjieyuan with his palm!

Ugh--

Vaguely, there was such a silent sigh in Jie Yuan's heart.

There is probably a little bit of sweetness in it, but more trouble and coldness.

Ah Ci is still obsessed with it until now, it seems that my approach is still a little gentler.

He lightly brushed away the palm of his hand, and did not fight with the entangled and soft-handed person, but instead looked at the person who stayed in another place.

He smiled: "I said earlier that when I saw you again, I would kill you. Now that you appear in front of me again, are you ready to die?"

After all, Jie Yuan slapped Du Jingxian without giving anyone a chance to react.

This palm is heavy but silent, big and invisible, but its destructive power cannot be mistaken by anyone!

Not only Du Jingxian, who was the first to bear the brunt, changed color in shock, even Yan Zhenci who was beside him felt that the giant peak was flying down from the sky, coming directly to oppress him, as if mighty and irresistible!

His complexion changed suddenly, and he shouted again sharply: "Jie Yuan!"

This time, keeping the three-pointer turned into a very full effort, and hesitation and entanglement turned into a decisive thought.

Holding a sharp sword in his hand, he stabbed straight at Jieyuan.This sword is a skill that does not work, it is only fast enough and sharp enough, as fast as a fright, sharp enough to divide the field, at this moment, the sword master has no other concerns, and is focused on killing one person and saving one person!

At the same time, Du Jingxian threw out the jade scale to meet Shang Jieyuan's palm!

Jie Yuan raised both palms together, with one palm he continued to slap Xiangdu Jingxian, and with the other he met Yanzhenci Jianfeng.

The collision happened in an instant, under the silent impact, the jade ring raised by Du Jingxian was cracked, and it was sent flying by the palm wind, and the right shoulder blade was sunken visible to the naked eye.He flew backwards for [-] meters and knocked down two big trees one after another before falling to the ground.With severe pain in half of his body, Du Jingxian kept silent, absolutely irrelevant | The idea of ​​comparing his height with his body, holding on to his broken arm, jumped up and down and hid behind Yan Zhenci who rushed over.

Tick.

Tick.

Tick.

The shirt on the back of Jie Yuan was torn, and blood flowed down from his back.

On the cold edge of the sword, a ray of red radiated a compelling light, and slid along the tip of the sword and fell to the ground, moistening the soil.

Yan Zhenci's eyebrows and eyes were three-point snowy, his sword pointed obliquely to the ground, and after a while, he slowly lifted it up and pointed at Jie Yuan.

The sky kills, the earth kills, the wind kills, and people also kill!

On the top of Qunyu Mountain, everyone held their breaths, the world-shattering battle is about to start!

But at this time, flames suddenly lit up in the mountain, and the flames twisted into the shape of a small dragon. The disciples of the Buddha Kingdom were still far away, and they shouted loudly: "First seat, where are you? First seat, we are here—"

Jie Yuan's eyes fell on the people in the Buddha Kingdom in the distance.

After a few breaths, he took a step back with an incomprehensible smile, and in the blink of an eye, Wu Jieyuan was already in everyone's eyes.

He came and went quickly, and everything was like a big dream.But the dead body lying on the first seat of commandments is not a dream, nor is Du Jingxian's crippled arm.

Everyone in the Tantric sect came back to their senses at this moment, and the head of the Tianfu wanted to catch Wuzhi: "Shizun, the people from the Buddhist kingdom have come, the plan has been completed, let's go quickly——"

Before he could finish a sentence, his hand was empty, and he followed the trend, and was immediately stunned: Where is Shizun?

But everyone in the Buddha Kingdom is close at hand, and Yan Zhenci is beside him, the expression of the radical of Tianbu suddenly made up his mind, and with a whistle, he led the rest of the angry people into the mountain.No matter where Sakyamuni is now, they can't be caught by Yanzhenci or Buddhists. Preserving the existing power is the best way to protect Sakyamuni.

Words and pillow words did not stop the departure of the Tantric people.

He stood in front of the corpse of the head of the precepts, his eyes drooped slightly, and his expression gradually filled with pity and guilt.

The culprit is not the few Tantric people who left.

The culprit is...

Crying suddenly sounded in the mountains!

During this delay, the Tantric people left, and the Buddhists came.These Buddhist disciples who climbed up the mountain saw the corpse of the first commandment seat with the chest pierced by the golden cone at a glance.They all rushed to the head of the precepts, crying loudly!

In the midst of mourning, the flames of anger and hatred ignited in the hearts of almost every monk.

The head monk supported the corpse of the head of the precepts and cried a few times, then laughed a few times.

Then, he clasped his hands together and said loudly: "Congratulations to the first one who escaped from the sea of ​​suffering early and reached the immeasurable pure land! Brothers, the first one always taught me that people are like sailing in the sea of ​​suffering. There is great terror, but there is also great detachment. After being detached, I will become the true fruit of Bodhi! Now the first one who seeks benevolence and obtains benevolence has achieved the right fruit, we should be happy for the first one!"

Under his leadership, the wailing of the Buddhist disciples gradually subsided, and one monk after another began to sit cross-legged on the ground, fold their hands together, and recite the bliss scriptures, as the first seat of precepts.

Amidst the streams of Sanskrit sounds, the head monk looked at Yan Zhenci, clasped his hands together and lowered his eyebrows: "May I ask Mr. Jingliu, who sneaked into Qunyu Mountain and killed our head?"

Yan Zhenci's expression was slightly in a trance, and he didn't have time to answer.

Du Jingxian took a step forward, and said: "Shizun of the Tantric School sneaked into Qunyu Mountain with eight radicals, and led out the first commandment seat, intending to ambush the first commandment seat. Jingliu Junben arrived at a critical moment, but unfortunately, when he wanted to save the commandment seat, Jieyuan appeared and stopped Jingliu-jun. The esoteric sect Shizun took this opportunity and personally pierced the heart of the first seat with an awl, killing the first seat."

The head monk bowed deeply: "Mr. Xie told us everything. We were supposed to greet Mr. Jingliu when he came here, but now something happened in the camp, and I have to welcome the first relic to the camp. Zhong and continue to fight against Tantric Buddhism, if the hospitality is not good, I also pray for forgiveness.”

He said: "It's okay, you go."

The head monk bowed and saluted again, and then directed all the disciples to move the body of the head of the precepts down the mountain, and he himself followed at the end of the crowd.

The younger brother's voice sounded next to his ears: "Brother Huijue, we will..."

Huijue was methodical, and said to his younger brother: "When you arrive at the camp, you will first decorate the mourning hall for the first seat, and then call the disciples of the first seat..." He lowered his eyebrows for a moment, and said, "I remember that the first seat just accepted a man named Huisheng. Disciple, you are only three or four years old, tell him slowly, don't scare the child."

"Yes!" The younger brother responded in a low voice, and said again, "Brother, I still feel uncomfortable..."

Huijue was unmoved, he proclaimed "Amitabha", and said: "Brother, you have lost your mind, and your body is nothing more than a stinky skin. It is not worth giving up. The first seat is to become a Bodhisattva. We should not be sad, we should be happy. However, everyone in the Tantric sect has already fallen into demons, and now the first one is taking the first step, and we are stagnant in the world, so we should inherit the mantle of the first one, eliminate demons and defend the way, and never sacrifice ourselves!" He clenched his long stick tightly, and his voice was full of wind and thunder, "Now eight The radicals arrived at Qunyu Mountain, and they didn't go back so soon. The Tantric sects who came to attack the defense line are all strong outsiders, if we go out with all our strength, we can take this opportunity to smash the Tantric sect and make the chief one feel at ease and become a Buddha!"

He stared, his tiger eyes sparkling: "I will eliminate the demon, which junior is willing to go with me!"

Pain breeds hatred, hatred turns to anger.

All the disciples from the Buddhist Kingdom shouted in unison: "I wish to go with my brother, to eliminate demons and defend the way, and not to sacrifice myself!"

The fire dragon along the mountain also walked away a little bit.

On the top of Qunyu Mountain, everyone left, only Du Jingxian and words were left.

Du Jingxian supported his arm, and said calmly: "A Ci, the first commandment died under the cooperation of you and Jie Yuan. This is Jie Yuan's evil, and it is also your evil. If you still have unrealistic expectations for Jie Yuan, Many more people will die because of you."

Yan Zhenci's body swayed suddenly, and a thread of blood overflowed the corner of his mouth.

All kinds of thoughts are like chaotic threads, tangled up in his mind, unable to see the beginning and the end, inseparable.

"What should I do?" he asked himself softly, without asking for an answer.

But a voice beside him answered his question.

Du Jingxian said: "When you killed Tianwen Mingyan back then, did someone tell you how to kill him?" His eyes turned and fell on Yan Zhenci, as if lightly falling from his heart, he said, "A Ci , you should make up your mind..."

Yan Zhenci realized a problem that he was always unwilling to face up to.

Jie Yuan's point|The body is shocking, Du Jingxian has repeatedly mentioned that he wants to kill Jie Yuan, and the urgency of it is eye-catching.

He had made up his mind tentatively in his heart, but he couldn't help but take chances, trying to regard it as a joke and superficial words with deeper meanings.

But Jieyuan didn't allow him to think like this.

He is... Really wants me to fight him to the death.

Is it because A Yuan's body is now affected by divine thoughts, or is it because of other reasons?

Words cannot be guessed.

He used to think he understood what Jie Yuan was thinking, but now he felt that he didn't understand what Jie Yuan was thinking at all.

He once hoped that Jie Yuan could tell him everything, but now he felt that even if Jie Yuan told him everything, he might not be able to fully believe it.Maybe it's because A Yuan had a glimpse of today, in the past, even in the most intimate intercourse, he only had layers of ambiguous smiles, and he didn't tell everything one by one.

Because he knows that words will not always stand by his side.

If it is only for Jieyuan, you will not spare your flesh and blood and life in words.

What if you are a teacher, justice, and thousands of innocent people in the world?

After all, I can't take the flames of war lightly.Word pillow words to think.I also want justice and love to live up to each other, but now it's just justice and love.

I should make up my mind.

He closed his eyes, hiding the pain in his eyes.

Good and evil, good and evil, regardless of the mind.

Jie Yuan's behavior has gone astray, and his words will... stop him to the end!

Ye Feng Shuo Shuo, Yan Zhenci suddenly spoke:

"Ah Xian, what did you say last time to restrain the Sui Clan?"

After finishing his sentence, he frowned suddenly: "Wait, where is the little monk?"

In the mountains at night, insects and birds fall asleep early, and trees become silhouettes, grotesquely pasted on the curtain composed of night.

Huisheng ran in the mountains with one foot long and the other short. When the ground suddenly hit the ground, he stepped on the ground with one foot and fell to the ground. After rolling several times, he got up from the ground in disgrace.

During this delay, those who had been chasing after Huisheng also caught up to the last few steps.

With a happy smile, he walked to Huisheng's side, and said with concern: "The mountain road is bumpy, you have to be careful. I have something to tell you. Let's find a quiet place. Listen to me slowly—"

"Shizun!"

Huisheng shouted, interrupting Wuzhi's words.The tears on his face had dried up, but the sorrow was piled up and couldn't go away.Nine parts of this sorrow belonged to the head of the precepts, but one part was also shared by the person in front of him.

"You are possessed!"

Wuzhi stared at Huisheng in a daze, then suddenly took a step back and bumped into the tree trunk.

Is this my reunion with my brother?

No no no no.

There must be something wrong!

That bald donkey must have alienated my brother and I!