Ultimate Pawn

Swish!

The expression on Zhen Yan's face changed in an instant, losing his usual indifference!

Unprecedented sense of crisis, madness full of outbreaks...!

this person in front of you.

He absolutely cannot be an opponent!

"escape!"

Before this idea emerged.

Zhenyan has turned to the rear, fled frantically, and regretted it to the extreme!

Knowing this earlier, how dare he make a sneak attack!

"Want to go? It's late."

Chen Zongheng's expression was indifferent, and the scarlet aura disappeared in a flash, as if adding a touch of evil aura!

He reached out his hand, lightly!

"break!"

boom…!

Fall with the sound.

A sword qi, with a cold aura, raged out in an instant!

"No…!"

Monk Zhenyan let out a low roar and turned around suddenly!

A thin layer of cassock suddenly appeared on his body, but in the strictness of the treasures, there was endless black devilish energy...!

As Sanskrit gushed out, evil spirits surrounded him.

Two completely different auras seem to be... fused together at this moment!

From birth to the present, Zhen Yan...is a genius!

He was regarded as the true core disciple of Zen Buddhism, and the next generation was trained.

However, he stepped into the devil's way.

On that day, the fire in front of the Zen sect was raging to the sky, the golden Buddha statue in the main hall, the old monk was buried in the fire, the disciples fled, and a monk turned around and left, and finally...caused an uproar in the cultivation world!

"I do not regret!"

At this moment, the monk Zhenyan looked like a madman, "I am really strict, and I will integrate these two things and walk out an unprecedented path!"

boom!

front.

That raging sword qi is impressively strong against the wind!

At this moment, stirring the Yin evil aura around him, it was like turning into a Yin dragon.

Roaring, raging!

The complexion of the really strict monk looked extremely ferocious at this moment, the look of fear could not be restrained, and endless unwillingness surged up!

He doesn't want to fall down here!

But at the moment.

The cassock on his body, including the lingering black suffocating aura, appeared... vulnerable in front of the yin dragon transformed into the brilliant sword qi!

Kaka, Kaka…!

The sword energy is not near, the sharp aura has arrived!

"puff!"

Zhen Yan's face was pale, and the cassocks all over his body made a crisp sound!

His mind was instantly frustrated, and he spat out a mouthful of blood, looking extremely miserable!

"No!"

But, at this moment.

When the sword qi dragon devoured it.

hum...!

A string of Buddha beads on his wrist, suddenly the Buddha's light soared, exuding Dao Dao Sanskrit sounds, and greeted that brilliant sword light!

"This…!?"

see this scene.

Zhen Yan was trembling all over, and subconsciously touched his wrist, but it was empty!

This is clearly...

"puff!"

He suddenly spit out a mouthful of blood, his face pale, as if in a flash, he saw an old figure, buried in the monstrous fire, but in those eyes, it seems... always the ancient well without waves.

"master…"

That year, when the cicadas chirped in midsummer.

The old monk brought back a child from the foot of the mountain, and took the name... Really strict.

At only seven years old, this child is already the most amazing and brilliant genius in the sect.

But, later.

Zhen Yan inadvertently broke into the great formation in the back mountain.

After he came out, his temperament changed drastically.

"what?"

Chen Zongheng narrowed his eyes slightly, "It's interesting."

But, it's just a little bit interesting... that's all.

He double-fingered the sword.

At this moment, press down slightly!

"Roar…!"

The yin dragon transformed by the sword energy stirred the endless yin and evil aura.

But, at this moment.

That string of Buddha beads spun around in the air!

A golden bowl phantom, the light in the air soared, forcibly restrained the sword energy, it was difficult to advance half an inch!

Chen Zongheng raised his brows slightly, and there was a hint of interest in his eyes.

This…

It was a little unexpected.

In the past few days of his practice, he breathed out countless evil breaths.

Although, through the Blood Emperor Refining Divine Art, all of them were transformed into the purest spiritual energy, which flowed into the dantian and the body.

However, when using the move room, it is inevitable to be contaminated with a touch of breath.

In this land of yin and evil, the moves Chen Zongheng used can trigger the extremely rich aura of yin and evil around him, and the power has increased several times, far exceeding the power of the peak of foundation building!

Unexpectedly.

Even so.

This magic weapon can also resist abruptly!

"Master, master..."

Monk Zhenyan stared blankly at this scene, as if he had completely lost his sense of the outside world and stayed where he was!

Over the years, his heart was as cold as a stone, wandering on the edge of life and death.

Even if he killed the master with his own hands, he bore the name of a traitor.

Zhen Yan only thinks that this... is just a price, to embark on this road... something that must be paid!

But, I didn't expect it.

This string of Buddha beads, but he did not know it.

Protected for so many years.

Only today, the moment of real life-and-death crisis, is in the way...

…

Twenty years ago.

Zen, on the eve of that fire.

"In the past few days, there have been constant rumors outside, saying that I have stepped into the devil's way and asked the master to find out the truth..."

Monk Zhenyan was restless and sat in the hall.

His face was grim and gloomy, and it was uncertain under the candlelight.

And, right now.

behind.

Footsteps sounded.

"master?"

Zhen Yan was startled and stood up.

The old monk's dharma name is Pure Heart, and it seems that he has been aging like this since more than ten years ago.

now.

There was a faint smile on his face.

Look at his most proud disciple.

"Wait until tomorrow's lecture, I have something to announce, you have to be prepared."

Swish!

My heart is so tight, my heart trembles!

"Could it be..."

"Discovered?!"

The old monk Jingxin lightly tapped the center of his eyebrows.

at once.

A mass of ink, smudged open.

"boom!"

In Zhen Yan's heart, it seemed that countless explosives exploded, and his body trembled uncontrollably!

His face was pale and embarrassed...!

And, at this moment.

The old monk sighed quietly.

"It is God's will after all."

When Zhenyan came back to his senses, the master was no longer in front of him.

In the hall, only the sound of candles crackling sounded.

"First strike is stronger!"

In Zhen Yan's opinion, the master is the only one who knows, and he will kill him before the sun rises.

And, instead of…

Enchanted!

For the former...

As long as he is strong enough, he will be chased by the sect at most.

However, if it is spread out, one has already stepped into the devil's way, and will inevitably... suffer from all the righteous sects, endless pursuit!

That night.

The old monk purified his heart and was buried in the sea of ​​fire in the hall.

…

"master…!"

Zhen Yan's face was pale, and finally... I understood everything! !

From the beginning.

Master, I understand everything.

With that little brow, he gave the Zen golden bowl as his amulet!

"puff……!@!"

A mouthful of blood spurted out again.