I became Hu Aotian by selling cuteness [Wearing Books]

When everything was arranged properly, Jing Feitong and Shu Lingjia looked at each other and said, "Everyone should have heard about it. Back then, Junior Brother Shu and I both studied under the Buddhist sage's sect at Lingshan Mountain in West Heaven. But the Buddhist sage has the same The magic weapon, called the lotus-patterned purple gold bowl, was also a sharp weapon used to suppress demons back then, and it is very likely that this is what we want to recover in the Yin country this time."

Jing Feitong briefly talked about the situation about the lotus-patterned purple-gold bowl, and said: "But now, what we all have doubts about is that He Zizhuo's various words and deeds seem to have a deep understanding of things related to the Buddha. Even though the Buddha bone saw through his demon appearance last time, it was almost devoured by him, but they had almost no intersection before."

If it is a reincarnation, but when the Buddha passed away, He Zizhuo was already several hundred years old, so this is impossible.But if it was a case of seizing the house, he wouldn't fail to recognize Shu Lingjia for so many years, so Jing Feitong couldn't say for sure what the inside story was.

"But all of this is just speculation made by my junior brother and I based on our familiarity with Master back then. The Qing Dynasty's reputation in the Western Paradise has been clear for thousands of years, so we really can't jump to conclusions..."

When Jing Feitong said this, he stopped.

Only then did the people present understand why Shu Lingjia and Jing Feitong didn't say a word just now. As their former teachers, this matter really cannot be said casually, but if their judgment is not wrong, then the seriousness of the matter will once again upgraded.

Speaking of this, even Ming Qi became more serious, and said: "According to the words of Palace Master Jing, if He Zizhuo really has far-reaching calculations, then how far has he reached? He is afraid that Mr. Yin will come here and investigate The suspicious case, could it be that he himself wanted to find the Zijin Bowl with the help of Mr. Yin?"

"In case... if this is the case, will we find the thing in front of us, and he will follow to reap the benefits of the fisherman?"

"It's very possible."

Shu Lingjia said: "Mother, we have discussed it. Now Yin Guo has sent a total of five groups of people to look for the purple golden bowl. Every time they search a place, no matter whether they find it or not, they will send back a secret letter, which is temporarily used as a cover-up. way. But..."

He paused, and exchanged glances with Yin Chen, both of whom saw embarrassment in each other's eyes: "This is just a stopgap measure, since the evil weapon has shown signs of yin and yang imbalance, it will be a hidden danger sooner or later, no matter what If it is delayed, it must be taken out and disposed of. Therefore, if He Zizhuo really appears when dealing with the Zijin Bowl, it must be a tough battle."

Jing Feitong said: "That's right, the time it can last is limited. If the yin energy is out of balance to such an extent, I'm afraid that an earthquake or a thunderstorm may cause—"

Before he could finish his words, there was a loud "rumbling" thunder outside, and the lightning illuminated everyone's faces.

The rain was pouring down.

Jing Feitong stopped talking suddenly, and before everyone had time to speak, they felt the ground under their feet tremble violently, and then, there seemed to be a loud noise coming from somewhere, and the cloudy air shot up in an instant.

"not good!"

Jing Feitong stood up abruptly, and shouted: "Go!"

When the words fell, he and Shu Lingjia had already jumped up at the same time, jumped out along the window, and Yu Jian rushed to the scene of the incident.

Shu Lingjia whispered: "You are still so crow-mouthed. If I didn't know you well, I would think that this matter was designed by you."

"..."

Jing Feitong sighed, and said, "I'm really afraid that a thunderbolt will strike He Zizhuo to death right now, then we won't be able to vent our anger ourselves."

After he finished speaking, he stopped and waited.

No thunder.

The two looked at each other.

Shu Lingjia said with a dry smile: "Don't try it, I'm a little afraid of hacking me... let's go."

At this time, it should be bright and bright, but the sky is already as black as splashed ink, and the big raindrops are crackling, and the oncoming wind is mixed with bursts of yin, and the face is scraped like a knife.

Shu Lingjia and Jing Feitong traveled against the wind all the way, but they were flying fast. They soon arrived near the accident site. From a distance, they saw that a piece of the ground had collapsed and a large pit appeared.

Both of them slowed down at the same time, lowering their altitude slightly to observe the situation.

Jing Feitong said: "This seems to be a wilderness, with a shady side and a river passing by in front, it is a place where it is easy to gather energy and nourish yin."

Shu Lingjia said: "Is there no one living around here? There must be a change in a while. If there are people, move them first."

Jing Feitong said "Okay", raised his hand and emitted a flash of light, and sent a message to the people in Biluo Palace, asking them to search the surrounding people and move them as soon as possible.

He said: "I see that this place is dark and humid, and it is not easy to grow crops. There may not be people living here, but the men sent by Yin Chen to look for evil weapons may not be certain."

Shu Lingjia said: "Come closer."

The two continued to move forward against the wind. At this time, Shu Lingjia suddenly heard an extremely weak cry for help. He looked carefully and found two people with blood on their faces, hanging on the tree and swaying in the wind. The situation of the suspended pit is very dangerous.

He didn't say anything, and directly rushed towards Yujian. Halfway through, he had already squeezed his formula and cut off two branches with a single swipe.

The two fell down, and Shu Lingjia grabbed each of them, and said loudly: "Senior brother, continue!"

Jing Feitong had already landed at this time, caught the people, and found that one of them had corpse spots on his face because of the yin qi, so he immediately pointed to the spiritual light and tapped it on the center of his eyebrows.

This yin qi was contaminated for a short time, and he quickly got rid of it, and handed it over to other people who had just rushed over to take the injured away.

At this time Shu Lingjia had saved three more people, Jing Feitong felt worried when he saw that he was walking deeper and deeper, and said, "Xiao Jia, be careful."

As he spoke, he also entered the whirlwind, followed Shu Lingjia to the side of the big pit, and saw him standing on the edge, looking down.

Jing Feitong stretched out his hand to grab Shu Lingjia, pulled him back a little, stepped forward, and followed his gaze to look down.

There seemed to be something half-buried under the moist and soft soil, and the part exposed outside the soil had a metallic luster, and the yin energy had filled the entire bottom of the pit.

Jing Feitong's breath also paused.

At this time, the others had also arrived.

Some people set up a magic circle outside, while Jia Xuan, Ming Qi, and other people from other sects followed into the whirlwind.

Seeing that both Shu Lingjia and Jing Feitong were looking at that thing with serious faces, everyone's breathing became lighter.

Jiaxuan asked, "Is it this?"

Shu Lingjia said: "I'm not sure, brother, what do you think?"

Jing Feitong said: "It seems so, I'll go down and confirm."

As he spoke, he lifted his robe and jumped directly into the bottom of the pit.

The situation is unknown at this time, the yin energy in the entire pit continues to spread, if there are more living people entering, I am afraid that the yang energy will be robbed accidentally again, and it will be difficult for others to follow him if he goes down.

Jing Feitong secretly got lucky, protected the three soul fires on his body, and said: "I beg you to protect me."

Jiaxuan pulled out his sword, pointed the tip of the sword to the ground, and said, "Master Jing, take it at ease."

Seeing Jing Feitong jumping in front of Shu Lingjia, he obviously intended to protect his junior brother, and thanked him a little, and said: "Be careful."

Jing Feitong smiled, and then his face turned serious, he poked the blade of the sword into the soil, and pried upwards in a circle, and he immediately picked out the things buried in the soil.

Jing Feitong's subordinates used a skill to make it spin and fly high into the air. At the same time, he didn't wait for the thing to land, and immediately slapped it several times.

The power of the palm was condensed in the mid-air, gathering but not scattered, like a pale golden water wave, wrapping it and fixing it in the mid-air.

After Shu Lingjia went down from Jing Feitong, he had been standing on the edge of the big pit, holding his sword and staring closely at the bottom. At this moment, he finally saw the true face of this thing.

He immediately bent down and stretched out his hand, and said at the same time: "Father, mother, this is the lotus-patterned purple gold bowl used by the master! Brother, you come up first, and then find a way to move it."

Even with Jing Feitong's spiritual power sealing it, everyone could feel the surging and ready-to-go power inside the purple gold bowl.

When they were discussing before, they hadn't decided how to take this thing out, but because of an unexpected thunderstorm, the evil weapon appeared on its own, and it was very difficult to deal with it.

Jing Feitong could already feel that the purple golden bowl was about to move, intending to absorb yang energy from his body. His palms flew, and he quickly placed three seals around the surroundings, and walked backwards to the edge of the big pit. Ling Jia pulled her up.

Feeling the yin qi surging in the lotus-patterned purple gold bowl, the surrounding monks didn't care about other things, and hurriedly raised their palms to suppress it with all their strength.

"This is not the way!"

Someone's voice pierced through the rain, and said loudly: "It's impossible to keep suppressing like this, we have to find a way to draw out the demon swallowed inside the purple gold bowl, and gradually eliminate it, otherwise this thing will soon be unable to withstand it." of!"

Jing Feitong also raised his voice: "Biluo Palace also has a magic-suppressing cauldron, which has already been sent to get it, but it has been locked in the warehouse, so it's not easy to find. Are there any magical artifacts with the same effect in other sects? A part of the nightmare in the lotus-patterned purple gold bowl was extracted and sealed in."

The range of the whirlwind next to the deep pit is gradually expanding, and it is almost difficult for people who blow it to gain a foothold. The lonely and wild ghosts around are like beasts attracted by prey, and they gather one after another. It is obviously a mortal world, but at this time it is like the underworld. , if a stranger is here, it will be difficult to survive.

At this time, besides the first group of people who rushed over, reinforcements from other sects also received the news and gradually arrived on the scene. Jing Feitong repeated what he just said twice. Although the people present could hear clearly, But the purple gold bowl with lotus pattern is already a rare Buddhist holy vessel, and it is not easy to find a substitute for it.

Jiaxuan said: "We split up, some people stabilize the purple gold bowl, and the other follow me to set up the magic circle! During the chaos of the nightmare, they were finally scattered by the magic circle, so why panic!"

The Nightmare Rebellion unintentionally unleashes countless grievances and grievances to form a Nightmare, aggressively attacking various sects, causing fellow sects to kill each other, and causing chaos all over the world.

In the end, it was everyone who first used the evil formation to introduce part of the nightmare into splitting, weakening most of Zong Wuxin's power, and then gathered all the masters to seal it.

Although it is still open to question whether it will be sealed, at least this magic circle will become the last line of defense for the lotus-patterned purple gold bowl.

After Jiaxuan drank like this, many people immediately realized that they split up and cooperated.

Shu Lingjia was always at the forefront in this kind of thing, but Jiaxuan, Ming Qi, Jing Feitong and others were protecting him intentionally or unintentionally, and he followed around the crowd several times, but he was a little bit stuck He reached out, and angrily touched Jing Feitong's shoulder.

Just as he put his hand on it, Shu Lingjia suddenly heard a low whisper.

He couldn't describe what kind of sound it was, it was like some kind of profound incantation, he couldn't understand a single word, but it was inexplicably familiar.

Where did you hear it?

When Shu Lingjia turned her head, she happened to see Jing Feitong's side face, and found that he also showed an expression of surprise and bewilderment.

He paused in his heart.

At this moment, the purple gold bowl that had been gradually stabilized under the suppression of the crowd just now crazily rotated in mid-air, causing a lot of shouts and exclamations.

In the blink of an eye, an extremely powerful force erupted from this Buddhist sacred artifact from back then, shaking all the people around it away.

That voice just now was the incantation that drove the lotus-patterned purple gold bowl!

Neither Shu Lingjia nor Jing Feitong had really escaped into Buddhism, so they had never learned how to use this magic weapon. At first, it sounded familiar to them, but now they saw the reaction of the Zijin Bowl, and they both recognized it.

Before the formation of the evil formation was formed, the moment the lotus-patterned purple gold bowl exploded in mid-air, the words "it's over" flashed in everyone's minds.

It stands to reason that the bones of the Buddha had been buried many years ago, and no one thought that there would be someone who could use the purple golden bowl.

At the same time as thousands of ghostly shadows drifted out, Shu Lingjia's sword was already out of its sheath, flying towards the direction of the sound like a flying star chasing the moon, instantly piercing through the heavy ghostly shadows and the night, with unrestrained sword energy , swept out!

All of a sudden, the flying rain turned into clouds, and the rainbow shadows were like waves. It was a trick he had learned from the Western Paradise all those years ago.

At the moment when the sword was full of energy, the long sword dragged a long sword mark in midair, and the darkness on both sides swept away, revealing a figure hidden behind the cloudy and rainy curtain in midair.

Shu Lingjia's sword was going sharply, and the figure of the man also retreated lightly, as if blending with the chaotic clouds in the sky, and did not want to directly attack the edge.

But at this time, the other half of the sky suddenly lit up again, and behind the man, another sword struck silently. The move was exactly the same as Shu Lingjia's, and the coordination was perfect, but the direction was opposite.

Apart from Shu Lingjia, only Jing Feitong was able to use this move.

The opponent's reaction was also extremely fast. Under the pincer attack of the two moves, he stretched out his palms, flipped and drew, and the palm force attracted the two sword qis in one place, and the three huge forces collided with each other, and the sky was full of dark clouds It exploded in all directions, like pieces of scattered catkins, the sky swept away, and the rain stopped immediately.

The clouds were blooming and the rain was coming, and the sky was bright. It should have been the most sunny and clear moment, but because of the scene at this time, it couldn't dispel the chill in anyone's heart.

The moment the purple golden bowl exploded, Jiaxuan's eyes were quick and his hands were quick, and he also slashed towards it with a sword, half of the bowl and part of the nightmare were reduced to ashes under his sword.

But at this moment, it can only be said that the number of days is such that no one can prevent the nightmare that has disappeared for hundreds of years from reappearing in the world.

A large red figure that had not yet been refined emerged from the purple golden bowl, and sharp voices that seemed to be crying and laughing came from all directions, exactly the same as the great battle thousands of years ago.

Some monks with relatively low levels of cultivation did not have time to react. After being attacked by the red figure, their minds were immediately controlled, and they turned their swords towards their former colleagues and comrades-in-arms.

There were gusts of gloomy wind on the ground, mixed with bursts of cold and decaying death and screams and exclamations, it really seemed to have descended to the underworld.

Shu Lingjia raised his head and said word by word: "He Zizhuo."

Because of him and Jing Feitong's successive blocking, the figure that exploded the purple gold bowl with lotus patterns just now failed to escape, revealing his true face, it was He Zizhuo.

I haven't seen him for a few days, his appearance doesn't seem to have changed, but his whole temperament seems to have undergone an earth-shaking change.

If he was originally arrogant and indifferent, untouched by the mortal world, then now he looks more like an evil ghost that climbed up from the underworld.

He Zizhuo was dressed in black, his face was heavy, and there seemed to be a heavy shadow around him, and the scorching sun hanging from the sky could not dispel the haze around him.

He Zizhuo swept his eyes around the chaotic battlefield in front of him, and finally locked his eyes on Shu Lingjia's face, showing a strange sneer: "Hi everyone, we meet again."

"Master He, it's really you, are you really crazy?!" A monk said angrily, "What did you say in the past, why are you doing evil now?!"

He Zizhuo said: "It's hard to judge between good and evil. It can't be compared with the principle of being king and being defeated! Back then, I dedicated myself to protect the common people and suffered calamities, but no one understood. Now that I have become a demon, will you choose in the end?" Kneel at my feet?"

He said this and clapped his hands hard.

"Pa, pa, pa" three times, following the applause that was so crisp that it made people tremble, bumps bulged up on the ground, and immediately, figures came out from underneath.

In this barren mountain, there are countless bones of people who were killed or died in vain for thousands of years. Only a little bit of regret left before death will be condensed, forming a resentment that would rather wander around the world for revenge than leave. It is also the foundation of the birth of the nightmare in the world.

A dark wind followed, whizzing past with ghosts crying and wailing, cutting off life wherever it went.

The monks present also took action one after another, mobilizing their spiritual power to fight against the erosion of the evil wind, and at the same time eliminate these monsters that should not exist in the world. More than half of them were killed.

However, because He Zizhuo kept urging the demons running out of the purple gold bowl to devour the vitality, bewitching the monks to expand the dark side of their hearts, the surrounding yin energy was too strong, and the resentment could not be dissipated at all, and it would condense and regenerate soon.

It's like the world's endless hatred of people.

From the very beginning, Shu Lingjia focused on He Zizhuo, not missing any of his moves.

Ever since he discovered that He Zizhuo was able to use the purple gold bowl just now, he had doubts in his heart. Seeing his method of plundering vitality at this moment, Shu Lingjia suddenly remembered that when he was in the Western Paradise, he had seen a Buddha demonstrate a set of palms. The law, the name is just called "the dead tree meets the spring".

"Withered wood in spring" gathers the world's spiritual energy with a heart of compassion, and ignites a glimmer of life in despair, and He Zizhuo's move at this time is very similar to turning the dead tree in spring.

At this time, a wind whirling like a knife, as tall as a person, slammed towards Shu Lingjia.

Jing Feitong happened to see him, reached out his hand from the side, and pushed his shoulder, and the two of them jumped to the two sides, letting the whirlwind pass through the middle.

"Did I tell you before..."

In the sound of the wind, Jing Feitong's voice also seemed intermittent: "Before the master died, he seemed to have suddenly regained his sanity, and he could have killed me with me, but he didn't do it... So that is to say, what should have been in his heart before he died? There is no longer any resentment left... If He Zizhuo was really possessed by the master, he shouldn't be like this now..."

With a thought in his mind, Shu Lingjia turned to look at Jing Feitong, and in a flash, he suddenly figured it out.

He said: "I know! Brother, you cover me!"

While Shu Lingjia was speaking, he raised his figure and raised his sword against the wind. The sword was like a rainbow, and it went straight towards He Zizhuo.

He attacked with all his strength, ignoring the attacks of the evil wind and nightmares around him, Jing Feitong was able to stop it in the future, and he was still far away from Shu Lingjia's abbot, the Qingluan sword had already brought out a long dragon chant, the sword light was like an overwhelming dense The spring rain immediately swept away all obstacles.

Jing Feitong flicked his sleeves and retracted his sword, his body was like flowing clouds, and he also jumped up, rushing towards He Zizhuo's direction.

He Zizhuo was standing in mid-air by the wind, seeing that Shu Lingjia dared to provoke him at this time, he smiled coldly and raised his palm to greet him.

His skill at this time is far from what it was before, as if a gust of wind suddenly rises, a huge wave is approaching, and it is about to destroy all those who resist.

Shu Lingjia felt his chest suffocate instantly, as if his entire chest was going to be sunken by this huge force, and his head was full of whirling humming.

However, this inexplicable power, this specious move, actually aroused his inner resentment even more, causing Shu Lingjia to take a deep breath, and with all his strength, he split the waves with one sword, and unexpectedly killed He Zizhuo His palm was shattered with one blow.

He struggled out of this overwhelming majestic force, the waves in his hands were immeasurable, intertwined into a sword net, trapping He Zizhuo in the middle.

He Zizhuo didn't expect Shu Lingjia to be able to turn against the guest after breaking through the trap, the smile on his face faded a little, and he pointed out the sword.

His sword intent had also changed, and instantly the sky was filled with blood and stench, breaking through the sword net, as if endless despair and fear came one after another, disturbing people's mind.

Shu Lingjia held He Zizhuo's sword and asked loudly, "Who are you?"

He Zizhuo smiled mockingly, and said, "Aren't you afraid to accept the reality now? Is it so difficult for you to recognize your master?"

"It's you who didn't recognize the reality. Do you think you are He Zizhuo? Do you think that such a powerful force will suddenly take care of you and drop from the sky on you? Don't be foolish!"

Shu Lingjia rushed to attack with a quick sword, and said sharply: "You are a demon, you are the demon left in the world before the death of the Buddha!"

His voice was like a flying bell from the sky when dreaming back at midnight, hitting He Zizhuo's heart hard, causing his whole body to shake suddenly, his hands moved slightly slowly, and Shu Lingjia's sword immediately pierced the skirt of his clothes, bleeding blood splash.