In the arcane space.

The back of Xu Yang's heart was pierced by the phantom of the long-eyebrow monk's soul. His body was sealed in an instant.

And the Beacon Fire Realm, the Demon Power Realm and the Flame Spirit Realm that Xu Yang displayed did not have the blessing of Xu Yang's Gong Body, and they collapsed one after another, turning into wisps of unwilling fire and gradually dissipating.

As long as the palm of the long-eyebrow monk is moving forward, it is enough to penetrate Xu Yang's heart and burn Xu Yang's heart.

At this time, Xu Yang's mind reflected the situation thousands of years ago, when the Changmei monk led thousands of warrior monks of the Golden Buddha Temple to join the "Five Buddhas King Kong Array" tower.

Xu Yang was deeply shocked by the presence of the scene, and even his soul was deeply shocked.

Those warrior monks who sacrificed their lives in order to achieve the formation demonstrated their strong Buddhist beliefs, which were extremely awe-inspiring beliefs.

Xu Yang suddenly felt very small, but the eighteen-story pagoda that contained the souls of ten thousand warrior monks became extremely tall, standing tall and standing tall in the sky.

In contrast, he felt infinitely humble, shrinking in size until he looked like an ant.

Inferiority!

Cheap!

Abandon!

Full of negative emotions, Xu Yang's consciousness, like his physical body, was close to decadence and even collapsed. The sunlight was erased, leaving only endless darkness.

At this time, the palm of the long-eyebrow monk poked into Xu Yang's body was constantly extending forward, like a sharp knife ruthlessly cutting Xu Yang's heart.

"People who have no faith are not worthy of the Buddha's relics. The long-eyebrow monk said coldly.

"Bang!" Xu Yang's heart was blasted open!

The Blood Soul Dragon cultivated in Xu Yang's heart writhed and struggled like a helpless little worm, but finally collapsed under the devouring wisps of golden arcs. This also made Xu Yang feel a trace of pain, and also awakened Xu Yang's dazed consciousness.

"Am I a person without faith?" Xu Yang's voice echoed in his mind.

"Master Xu Yang, our fighting journey has just begun, and we can't just end it like this. Violence is what we believe in. It's so boring, this world makes this demon dragon a little suffocated. "The voice of the scales sounded in the dark world of consciousness.

At this moment, the Stygian Scale was severely injured due to the demon dragon armor transformed by its body, and it was also seriously injured. It is Xu Yang's parasitic spirit pet, and it needs to feed on Xu Yang's blood soul to survive, Xu Yang is his host, and the collapse of the blood soul essence makes the dark scales gradually become weak.

"No, Xu Xiaoxian, you can't give up, there's nothing we can't do together. Happy cultivation of immortals is our belief. Ahem, cough, cough ....." Xu Yang's consciousness world sounded Azhu's call and a series of violent coughing sounds.

Xu Yang's heart was wounded, and Azhu, as Xu Yang's natal spiritual pet, was hit hard at the same time.

"It's Stygian and Azhu calling me, they're friends, they're people who love me. No, I can't give up, even if I'm as humble as an ant, I'm going to do my best to protect them. Stygian, Ah Zhu, Miss Yin, Master Yeyan of Guigu, and Mother ...... far away in Qingshi Town" Xu Yang's blank eyes suddenly became clear.

"My belief is that everyone who loves me and the people I love can live happily and safely, it's as simple as that. The corners of Xu Yang's mouth overflowed bright red, and he said a word with the last of his strength.

It sounds weak, but it is loud and sonorous like gold and iron.

That was his answer to the question in his heart, and it was also the answer to the long-eyebrow monk. He was a man of faith, a man of love.

Family, friendship, love, is faith!

"Huh?" the palm of the long-eyebrow monk inserted into Xu Yang's vest suddenly stopped, "I can actually restore consciousness under my eternal soul suppression technique, and I agree with the belief you said." This soul of mine has been here for thousands of years, and it is impossible for it to exist forever. At that time, instead of letting the Buddha relics fall into the hands of the wicked, it is better to try to get them to you, who have a belief that I identify with. This monk will leave you with a ray of life, whether you are dead or alive, it depends on your creation. ”

As the words fell, the long-eyebrow monk pulled out the palm that had penetrated into Xu Yang's vest with a bang, without a trace of blood.

A strange smile appeared on the face of the long-eyebrow monk, and his form gradually blurred as if he had been thrown into water, and finally disappeared into the void.

At this moment, Xu Yang's heart pulse was broken, and his body was on the verge of collapse.

With a pop, Xu Yang raised his head and fell to the ground, and the demon dragon battle armor outside his body disappeared in a black demonic aura. The body of the Dark Scale turned into a weak ball of Dark Scales and floated in Xu Yang's Purple Mansion space.

It's a long story, just a few breaths.

At the moment when Xu Yang was hit by the long-eyebrow monk.

Xu Yang's attack technique came to an abrupt end, and the bodies of the warrior monks who had recovered from the restoration of the power of the formation surrounded them again. Among them, many of them surrounded Yin Mengting.

"Xu Xiaoxian, you can't die!" Seeing Xu Yang fall to the ground, Yin Mengting's eyes burst into tears and shouted loudly.

The arrow of grief hit Yin Mengting's heart.

Sad! Hysterically sad! At this moment, she also had a vague feeling in her heart, she liked Xu Yang. Maybe in the last life, maybe it's now.

Anger! Sadness turns into a tidal wave of anger!

Yin Mengting's originally dark and clear eyes suddenly turned cyan, her long pale cyan hair flew upside down like a waterfall, and her body exuded a faint cyan aura.

The green sandalwood Buddha beads in her hand were like a whip of revenge, whipping towards the warrior monks who surrounded her.

At this moment, Yin Mengting has no reserve in the past, she turned into a cyan beast, tearing and crushing the offender.

Yin Mengting's steps staggered slightly, and she desperately rushed to Xu Yang's side. She knelt down and helped Xu Yang up.

She shook Xu Yang's shoulders vigorously and shouted in her mouth: "Xu Xiaoxian, Xu Xiaoxian." ”

Xu Yang didn't react.

She hurriedly put her palm on Xu Yang's chest, desperately urging her body, trying to inject her power into Xu Yang's body.

But at this moment, Xu Yang's heart pulse has been broken, and his body cannot function at all, nor can he accommodate any external help. The mana injected by Yin Mengting was like a mud cow entering the sea, and there was no response.

The surrounding 10,000 warrior monks chanted killing slogans, kill, kill, kill. Layer upon layer. They are staunch guardians and defenders, and there is only obliteration of those who intrude into this place and offend the Buddha's might.

"I have to find a way to save him, calm down!" Yin Mengting looked up at the hideous-looking warrior monks who were surrounding her, and said to herself.

"That's right, Buddha relics. The Buddha's relics can save his life. ”

Yin Mengting's eyes lit up, and in a panic, she took out a small white porcelain vase containing "Buddha Relic" from Xu Yang's intimate pocket.

Yin Mengting opened Xu Yang's lips with her fingers, flicked the stopper of the porcelain bottle with her other hand, and then poured the mouth of the bottle towards Xu Yang's mouth.

A colorful light fell, and the "Buddha Relic" fell into Xu Yang's mouth.

After doing all this, Yin Mengting gently laid Xu Yang's body flat on the ground. Then he gently put his hand on the pulse of one of Xu Yang's wrists.

Xu Yang's originally static pulse actually beat faintly, and after a while, it beat again.

"It's useful. Yin Mengting's eyes showed a look of hope, "Promise me, you must wake up, you are Xu Xiaoxian who never gives up." ”

Then, Yin Mengting stood up, looked at the warrior monks who came up, and said resolutely: "I won't let you hurt him." ”

When the words fell, Yin Mengting pinched out the Qingtan handprint with both hands, and silently recited the Qingtan Gong method in her heart.

"Qingtan Buddhism, Yin and Yang are interconnected, the stars are dry, and the earth is hidden and Kun is ......"

Suddenly, in the middle of Yin Mengting's forehead, a pattern of a green sandalwood tree appeared, and the green blossoms flowed, like fairy eyes.

Circles of cyan ripples of light, centered on Yin Mengting's feet, spread out in all directions, incomparably pure cyan, redefining the power of the realm, it is Yin Mengting's unique green sandalwood realm.

As soon as the phantoms of the warrior monks who approached entered the Qingtan realm, they were immediately restricted to a certain extent, and their movements became a little slow.

"It's not enough, I can do it. Yin Mengting said, and glanced at Xu Yang who was lying not far in front of her again.

Her eyes flashed with a sparkling color, and in an instant, a tear rolled down. But at this time, the corners of her mouth curled up in an extremely perfect arc, which was clearly a smile from the heart.

Yin Mengting clasped her hands together and held the Qingtan Buddha beads in her hands.

"Secret method - green sandalwood wonderful tree!"

The next moment, behind her there was a phantom shadow of a green sandalwood tree the size of a zhang.

What is surprising is that the phantom of the green sandalwood tree gradually merged with Yin Mengting's body. The green sandalwood tree is Yin Mengting, and Yin Mengting is the green sandalwood tree.

And Yin Mengting's body began to blur, but the phantom of the green sandalwood tree gradually became clear and real.

She is sacrificing her life power to nourish the phantom of the green sandalwood tree.

On the green sandalwood tree, there are green leaves, and the veins of each green sandalwood leaf have turned into a pale golden color, looking from afar, like a fairy weaving yarn.

Suddenly, a powerful force emanated outward from the top of the green sandalwood tree. It turned out to be a kind of supreme level of Buddha's power.

Suddenly, in the hundred zhang space around the green sandalwood tree, out of thin air, a piece of green sandalwood leaves with light gold veins drilled out of thin air, they are solid and exquisite.

And the surface of each sandalwood leaf exudes a string of the most ancient Sanskrit characters, and each sandalwood leaf seems to be an inexhaustible eternal scripture.

The eyes of the warrior monks who gathered around were immediately attracted by the images of these sandalwood leaves.

There was a look of reverence in their eyes.

They saw the world they longed for in their hearts, they read the Buddhist scriptures that their hearts longed for, and they comprehended the true meaning of Bodhi that their hearts longed for.

The so-called, one leaf and one Bodhi.

"Amitabha!"

"Amitabha!"

"Amitabha!"

10,000 warrior monks unanimously read the Buddha's name, one after another.

After a while, the 10,000 monks became quiet, as if listening to the supreme monk's commentary.

Miraculously, the violent and bloody memories of those warrior monks' souls were gradually wiped away by the power of the green sandalwood tree. They were already divine soul bodies from gray to white and clear, and the soul contract between them and the formation before was automatically terminated unconsciously.

Ten thousand warrior monks, all of whom have been imprisoned for thousands of years, are the bodies of divine souls, and they are now receiving the baptism of the green sandalwood tree.

I don't know how long it took, some it was an hour, some it was a day, some it was a few days, and the bodies of the divine souls of the ten thousand warrior monks, one after another, floated like bubbles.

A smile appeared on the corner of their mouths, no longer hatred, and finally turned into a cloud of colorful light and disappeared into the void, reincarnated.

At the moment when the phantom of the green sandalwood tree appeared.

Xu Yang's body, under the light of the green sandalwood tree, began to change.

His wounds healed at a speed visible to the naked eye, and the Buddha relics that Yin Mengting had sent into his mouth began to melt. The power of Buddhism's creation overflowed, like a dexterous hand repairing the wounds in Xu Yang's body.

His heart was reconnected, and his heartbeat grew stronger.

"Poof, poof, poof. ”