I became Hu Aotian by selling cuteness [Wearing Books]

At this time, the surrounding environment is the spiritual mountain where they grew up together, and even a short detour afterward, it is the small courtyard where Jing Feitong lived, "Shadow Laixiang".

Buddha saints used to teach their skills here often, but now the scenery is vague, and the people seem to have not changed at all, but they don't know whether it is a psychological change or if it is true. An indescribably evil look of prey.

Jing Feitong turned sideways slightly, and put one hand in front of Shu Lingjia.

The fistfight just now had his jaws ripped apart, and his sleeves were covered in blood.

Jing Feitong remained calm, took a few steps forward, and asked, "Who are you? He Zizhuo? Or—the demon of the Buddha?"

The Buddhist sage said coldly: "The traitor who killed the master, didn't he even call out the master?"

At the same time as he said these words, his hands suddenly lifted up, and a majestic force of nature rose from all the surrounding vegetation, turning into a giant hand in mid-air, and headed towards Jing Feitong. Cover!

Both Jing Feitong and Shu Lingjia shrank their pupils, not only because of the other party's attack, but also because they clearly saw that in the place covered by the Buddha's holy power, all vitality was immediately plundered, and the strong sense of death surged out, spread out all the way.

With a thought in Jing Feitong's mind, the long sword flew out in a whirl, and the sword shadow spun out an ice and snow-like screen, blocking in front of the giant hand, precariously contending with it.

At the same time, he formed seals quickly with both hands, and then pushed forward. The complicated seals were blessed by the sword light in his eyes, and instantly swept across the field like a gust of wind.

The giant hand pressing on top is actually gradually dissipating into little bits of silver light, scattering and dancing like fireflies in the night.

Suddenly, like a night of spring breeze, it scattered into the human world, and among the cascading light waves, the vitality that was about to be dissipated gradually began to flow back.

What Jing Feitong used was "rejuvenation of dead wood".

Seeing this, the Buddha sage slapped his head again, so the remaining huge force had not been completely melted by Jing Feitong, and it was like overwhelming mountains and seas, completely suppressing the barrier formed by his sword energy, the ground rumbled, and the surrounding buildings collapsed one after another. destroy.

The long sword was knocked back, and the sword's energy came back to his eyebrows. As soon as Jing Feitong took it into his hand, the Buddha was about to take advantage of the situation to attack, but suddenly he frowned, and grabbed it back with his backhand. It was a cold sword blade.

But in front of him, at some point, Shu Lingjia had disappeared.

The Buddha said coldly: "Ling Jia, do you want to learn from your senior brother the skills of the following crimes?"

As the words fell, he turned around abruptly.

The palm of the hand holding Shu Lingjia's blade was already dripping with blood, but the Buddha didn't care. With a twist, he broke the long sword in Shu Lingjia's hand and threw it on the ground.

This sword is not mighty just repaired, but the sword given to Shu Lingjia by Jing Feitong before, but even so, Shu Lingjia still felt a bit heartbroken when he heard the crisp snapping sound.

But he didn't dare to delay at all, the moment the sword was broken, Shu Lingjia slapped his palm back without looking back, and the whole person leaped up along with this force, with black hair and clothes fluttering like a bird flying through the air. The bird retreated for more than ten feet.

Jing Feitong held his hand in mid-air, and the two rolled over and landed together.

He seemed to know that Shu Lingjia was sorry, so he squeezed his hand heavily, and then swung his sword, pointing at the Buddha in front of him.

"You also use the words 'following the above'?"

Jing Feitong said lightly: "It's just a monster who picked up a little power from the demons abandoned by others, don't pretend to be a teacher in the name of a teacher!"

As soon as he said this, the Buddha's eyes and expression suddenly changed. At that moment, Shu Lingjia felt that he saw He Zizhuo in him.

But then, he sneered: "The demon in my heart is also a thought in my heart, isn't it a part of me? Fenghuang'er killed the teacher, needless to say, Ling Jia, if it wasn't for the temptation of this demon in the mind, I will never find you in the grass and bring you back to Ling Xiao, the upbringing and teaching of the two lifetimes, in exchange for your hatred and swords, are you not a demon?"

Just as Shu Lingjia was about to speak, Jing Feitong beside him had already yelled, "Shut up!"

It was rare for Shu Lingjia to see him speak so harshly, but Jing Feitong's expression could not be seen clearly in the dead branches and leaves flying all over the sky. While he was speaking, he had already left in the air. Immediately threw himself in front of the Buddha!

- Hiss!

Amidst the screams, Jing Feitong's blade slashed straight down the heavy Zen staff in the Buddha's hand, bursting out dazzling sparks.

At such a distance, he suddenly discovered that the top of the other party's Zen stick should have been carved with a wishful Buddha sitting cross-legged, but now it has turned into a hideous skeleton.

Jing Feitong's heart trembled, and an unreasonable chill rose, but his hands were not slow at all. There were already flashing runes floating on his sword body, and the shimmering light was like blue waves. Zen stick.

Countless streams of vitality in the air flow into it like the confluence of hundreds of rivers.

Vitality and death were entangled together, forming a rapidly spinning hurricane, wrapping the two of them almost invisible.

Shu Lingjia shrank his pupils, raised his sleeves, and threw Wei Meng into the air, and the long sword came out of its sheath!

"Let's go too!"

Shu Lingjia said: "Duan Se, if you are unwilling, you can vent your anger at this time!"

He raised his breath and galloped forward. With a leap of the sword's edge, he jumped more than ten feet suddenly, and the sword intent in his palm also shot up to the sky, and then, it smashed down through the wind!

Shu Lingjia's sword cut Jing Feitong apart from the hurricane around the Buddha, causing the entire surrounding space to present three colors of silver white, jet black, and azure at the same time. Three pieces cut out.

Immediately, these three forces mingled together, and the black air suddenly rose sharply, and then, accompanied by the sneer of the Buddha, it swallowed back towards Shu Lingjia and Jing Feitong.

The wind was strong, the rain was like flying, and scattered everywhere. The person in front of them was no longer the master they were familiar with. After inheriting the power of Zong Wuxin, the most terrifying thing was not his control over the nightmare, but the almost inexhaustible Inexhaustible general power.

Huge death energy surged from all parts of the entire Lingshan Mountain like a frenzy, leaving almost no way for people to retreat.

Jing Feitong had been fighting the Buddha head-on from the very beginning, and now he was also the first to bear the brunt of this unmatched force, and felt that every muscle and bone in his body was about to be torn apart and crushed into powder.

This was almost impossible at first, but when he thought of Shu Lingjia by his side, Jing Feitong felt that any kind of pain could be endured.

He thought of the scene he saw in the illusion when he just entered Lingshan, and immediately felt endless regret and pain in his heart.

The same place, the same three people, definitely, definitely will not let the same year happen again.

Jing Feitong restrained this huge force, and Shu Lingjia, who was beside him, had already moved!

The edge of his sword rises from bottom to top, against the trend, like a lone crane flying straight up in layers of cumulus clouds, thin and ethereal.

There are thousands of sword intents, no regrets, unstoppable anger, unspeakable sorrow and hatred, inseparable kindness and hatred, love and hatred, full of distracting thoughts, and intertwined thoughts.

Huge force pressed against the top, like a river tossing the sea, huge waves soaring into the sky, a strand of forehead hair swaying with the strong wind, Shu Lingjia's lips were pursed tightly, and his clothes were covered with sweat, Jing Feitong's sword glowed wildly, and he slashed in the air.

The two of them went up and down, facing each other head-on with their strength. Amidst the contemptuous sneer of the Buddha, Jing Feitong used the sword in his left hand to use "Tianshu Yunkuo", and pushed "Baichuan Dongliu" with the palm of his right hand, shouting loudly amidst the bang : "Xiaojia!"

There was a soft "嗤", very subtle and very clear, the next moment, Shu Lingjia's sword edge broke through a point from the monstrous devilish energy, and then penetrated completely!

Blood spattered, and he pierced the Buddha's right chest with a sword, nailing him to the rock behind him.

That huge force just now was like a sudden falling wave, pounding heavily, and then subsided, the pressure on his shoulders lightened, Jing Feitong felt his whole body lose strength, and his body swayed.

He wished he could lie down on the ground right now and never move again, but it was obviously not the time to relax his vigilance, so he still stood straight, with the edge of his sword pointing to the ground.

From Jing Feitong's perspective, one could see Shu Lingjia's shoulders shrugging slightly with his rapid breathing, and the clothes on his back were completely wet with sweat, sticking to his tense muscles.

The Buddha sage opposite Shu Lingjia had his hands drooped and his head lowered. He couldn't see the expression on his face clearly. Blood gushed out from the wound on his chest and splashed on the ground.

Then, he laughed lowly.

The whole process was only a few moments, and Shu Lingjia only felt an extremely tyrannical force rebound from the inside of the opponent's body. He had been mentally prepared, his wrist suddenly tilted, the blade was twisted slightly, and then When it popped out, Shu Lingjia touched the ground with his toes and flew back.

At the same time, the Buddha's skinny hands had already been lifted up like zombies, grabbing at his neck, and by a slight margin, they still slipped down by rubbing against Shu Lingjia's collar.

But even so, Shu Lingjia still felt a huge shock in his hand, and the force that was transmitted along the long sword just now was not completely dispelled, and he flew out of his hand.

Seeing that the sword was about to be unable to escape the fate of being broken again, Jing Feitong had already slanted over from the side, his whole body was light and unfocused, like flying flowers and leaves, volleying to hold Wei Meng in his hands.

The Buddha's Zen staff smashed at his waist, Shu Lingjia called "Senior Brother", and in desperation, he had an idea, and with a palm he flew up a pile of dead leaves on the ground, and the thin leaves formed a barrier, bringing Seeing his spiritual power block Jing Feitong impartially.

The Zen stick fell, and the dead leaves shattered like floating foam. Jing Feitong had already landed on both feet, and thrust the long sword into Shu Lingjia's hand.

As long as it was half an inch away, he would have to hit him firmly, and Shu Lingjia could hardly speak: "You are really crazy!"

Jing Feitong laughed and said in a hurry: "Take it well, I'll have to worry about repairing it if it breaks!"

The two spoke briefly, their figures intertwined, the sky in front of them suddenly darkened, and there was a loud bang in the air, the bang almost made people feel that the whole world was about to collapse.

Jing Feitong and Shu Lingjia raised their heads at the same time, and were stunned to see a long blood-red line on the sky, running across the east and west, cutting the whole piece into two halves, and then blatantly tore it outwards!

There was also a loud bang on the ground corresponding to the sky.

Shu Lingjia suddenly realized what happened, and said in a low voice, "No, he's trying to tear apart the evil formation!"

The great evil formation that sealed many nightmares back then is slowly spreading out again on the land of the Yin country, and the true essence of countless people is integrated into it. At this moment, the blood light that is constantly spreading in the sky is frantically swallowing the magic The atmosphere of the earth depends on it.

But when the red mark only expanded to a few feet wide, it was already fixed. Obviously, the person who arranged the magic circle maintained the stability again.

Just now, there were only a few strokes short of the Demon Smash Formation, but they were the most central and crucial strokes.

Jiaxuan was in the main formation, and the long sword in his hand was about to fall when he felt the earth tremble, the sky rained blood, and the red mark on the vast sky was like a giant eye that slowly opened, hanging high on the west side An ominous light radiated from the sky.

Jiaxuan's hand trembled at that moment, and the normally powerful figure was so flustered that he couldn't drop his sword.

He closed his eyes deeply, and suddenly felt a sharp pain in his arm, turned his head, and it was Ming Qi standing beside him, holding his arm tightly.

Looking at each other, Jiaxuan saw the worry and confusion in her eyes.

"Jiaer, he..."

Jiaxuan felt pain in his heart, but miraculously calmed down, and said, "It will be fine. Since the illusion of the Western Paradise has not been broken, it means that they are now at a stalemate. Let's continue."

Ming Qi took a deep breath and said, "You're right, nothing will happen. Hurry, hurry up and set up the formation, let's go together."

She raised her hand and shot a ray of spiritual light into the sky, and the other masters of the entire demon formation received the signal, and immediately drew the next complicated pattern at the same time, Jiaxuan and Mingqi pressed their hands on the sword together, concentrating , put pen to paper!

The bloodstains on the sky seemed to be roaring, and slowly closed a little, and countless nightmares on the ground howled and were drawn into the formation.

At the same time, on a barren slope outside the Demon Realm, the remains of those who died in the battle of breaking into the palace also struggled to break through the ground, recreating the nightmarish scene of that year.

It was the first time Luo Xiao put on his armor that had been forged hundreds of years ago, and led a group of soldiers to go out. Before opening the city gate, someone behind him shouted: "Brother."

He stopped and turned around, only to see Yue Tao rushing towards him.

Then, he bent down, knelt down on one knee slowly, and said: "Brother... Yue Tao, I would like to follow my elder brother to fight the stubborn enemy together."

Luo Xiao was stunned, but immediately after, he pulled up his brother who had never gotten along with him, and said concisely: "Let's go."

Seeing the changes in the sky in front of him, the formation of evil spirits stabilized, but the power of the Buddha became stronger, Shu Lingjia and Jing Feitong looked at each other.

Jing Feitong said in a low voice: "We have to find a way to stab the Buddha's bone into his heart, and see if we can call back his Buddha nature."

Shu Lingjia's face was serious, and he said in a low voice: "His strength has improved again."

The earth energy absorbed by the bloodstain just now healed the wounds on the Buddha's body in an instant, and the power was even stronger than before.

Before the rapid breathing of the two of them calmed down, they saw the Buddha raised his hand, and behind the blood cloud in the sky, a huge sharp arrow was formed, and it swooped down towards the ground at high speed!

The lake water soared into the sky, the wind blew violently, Shu Lingjia's pupils constricted, knowing that he couldn't dodge, the long sword was turned upside down, the blade fell into the ground, and the true energy was poured out!

"boom--"

The epee sword qi is like a turbulent sea wave, spinning around Shu Lingjia's sword edge, interweaving into a huge net, which competes with the huge force falling from the sky.

Jing Feitong wanted to rescue him, but at the next moment, the Buddha had already flew up, and in an instant, he rushed in front of him, his five fingers turned into claws, and went straight to snatch the Buddha bone in his hand!

At this moment, his eyes were blood red, and his expression was extremely ferocious.

Jing Feitong remained calm in the face of danger, turned his sword hilt upside down and hit the Buddha's veins, this move was ruthless and fast, taking advantage of the moment the opponent's movement stopped, Jing Feitong had already put away the Buddha bone with his backhand, gathering the sword energy around him , break through the meridians!

Immediately, the sword energy lost its restraint, and blasted out from the surroundings unimpeded, bursting out with bright light.

Jing Feitong was in such a hurry, so he was naturally eager to go to Shu Lingjia's side to help, but at the moment when he broke the boat and forced the Buddha back, Shu Lingjia's sword net was also pierced by the bloody long arrow that fell from the sky.

He spat out a mouthful of blood, and the whole person flew backwards, smashing into the almost dry pond, almost feeling like his back was going to be cracked.

Jing Feitong's pupils shrank suddenly, and at that moment, he felt that his heart was also splitting apart. He rushed forward recklessly, hugged Shu Lingjia, put his palm against his back and poured spiritual power into it. Said: "Xiaojia!"

He just exploded his meridians in the battle with the Buddha. He was already seriously injured, but he just knew that he must not fall down in this situation, so he held on with his mouth.

But at this time, Jing Feitong saw that Shu Lingjia was seriously injured, and he couldn't care less about anything. While hugging him, his whole body opened wide, and the Buddha's Zen stick fell, and he only had time to turn his head away, and it hit his back immediately.

The force of this blow was so heavy that Jing Feitong's internal organs and bones were injured at the same time, but he insisted on not saying a word, and the spiritual power in his hands for Shu Lingjia was not broken.

Shocked, Shu Lingjia straightened his back and wanted to sit up from Jing Feitong's arms: "Ahem... Brother, what are you doing! I'm fine!"

"Well, it's fine."

Jing Feitong's hands were trembling, his forehead was sweating, but he held Shu Lingjia very tightly, and repeated, "It's okay."

Although he leaned over to hug Shu Lingjia, his eyes were unfocused, as if he was staring at him, and he seemed to be seeing through his face many remaining wounds hidden deep in his heart that he never dared to show to others.

He has always had a heart demon, and this heart demon has never been eradicated, but after reuniting with Shu Lingjia, it stopped happening temporarily.

It's like a wound that hasn't been healed in time. Although the outer skin seems to have healed, the inside is still bleeding and festering. It has to be peeled off completely to heal, but because it is too painful, it is delayed day by day. .

And just now what Jing Feitong saw in the illusion was exactly the scene when the Buddha suddenly attacked Shu Lingjia.

The sky was clear, the sun was shining brightly, and everything was full of vitality. He and Shu Lingjia were talking and laughing as usual.

Immediately after a sudden change, the Buddha saint who appeared suddenly violently hurt people. He watched helplessly as the Zen staff penetrated from the back of his heart, and then stabbed out from Shu Lingjia's chest dripping with blood.

How painful it must be.

When I dreamed back at midnight, I imagined that pain again and again in my heart, as if I also felt the same pain as Ling Chi, but in the daytime, I talked and laughed as usual, thinking that the past would be buried forever, and the tragedy would never happen again .

Unlike Shu Lingjia, Jing Feitong has always been aware of his weaknesses.

All the details of that scene, all the process, have been deeply etched into my mind in my recollection time and time again.

At that time, the illusion had just opened a head, Jing Feitong knew what he was going to see next, so he used his true essence without hesitation to break it.

But if a person does not face his own knot, this knot will never be untied, and will surge up again at critical moments.

For example now.

Seeing the Buddha's Zen staff smashed down again, Shu Lingjia used all his strength to break away from Jing Feitong's hand, and was about to push him away, but saw Jing Feitong tilted his head, grabbed it firmly and smashed it down again. Zen stick.

This is really too self-sufficient, a sneer appeared on the Buddha's face, and he was about to increase his strength, but at this moment, he suddenly noticed that Jing Feitong's body was gradually surfacing, and it was quickly devouring his body. the power of.

He was startled.

"Do you think... relying on those stolen dirty powers, you can really become a saint? There are many things in this world that cannot be controlled by you."

Jing Feitong gently placed Shuling Jiaping on the ground, kissed him on the forehead, and when he turned his head, his gentle eyes that were almost melting suddenly became sharp.

His voice was soft and cold: "Since you like to dig out the pain in other people's hearts, then I will let you experience it personally. Even if you are turned into ashes, you will never forget—the hatred and pain that I never uttered." anger!"

Shu Lingjia held his chest and propped up his upper body, but when he looked up, he could only see Jing Feitong's back. Suddenly, he saw a cold killing intent burst out from Jing Feitong's sword, and the sharp wind pierced The voice swirled up, and slashed towards the Buddha Dangkong to ask his heart!

Jing Feitong's true energy was sharp and sharp, while the Buddha's side was overlapping with coercion, blocking the sword's edge horizontally. Under the collision of the two energies, even Shu Lingjia could see clearly this time, the Buddha's body The energy on that side is rushing towards Jing Feitong's whole body!

These are the powers of Zong Wuxin. Since they have not been cultivated by themselves, they will naturally change their choices when encountering other more attractive enchanted spirit bodies.

"Brother!"

Shu Lingjia sternly said: "Don't touch these!"

But it was too late to say anything at this time, under Jing Feitong's sword, the power of the two gathered into a soaring magic breath, and went straight to the sky.

The body of the Buddha's holy body was broken, and the whole person flew upside down and fell to the ground. There was a deep bone wound on his chest, and blood gushed out wildly!

Jing Feitong took advantage of the victory and pursued, another sword strike cut off his left arm.

I saw a wave-like light and shadow appearing on the face of the Buddha for an instant, and then he was completely unable to maintain the appearance of a demon, and changed back to He Zizhuo's true appearance.

It was almost a devastating blow.

But at the next moment, Jing Feitong also fell to the ground on one knee suddenly, spurting out two mouthfuls of purple-black blood.

He first broke through his own meridians, and then was forcefully poured into his body by a huge devil's breath. This force that was completely incompatible with his own foundation had a huge impact, causing Jing Feitong's body to be covered by a wave of devil overflowing. Air wrapped.