Outside the Falling Moon Peak, the ancient forest.

Boom!

A spirit tribulation real person carried a surging wind, and instantly swept through the air.

He didn't even look at the monks below, and flew by.

But the wind he brought with him hit the monk, and in an instant it knocked him over and smashed him on top of an ancient tree next to him!

"Ahem......"

The monk fell to his knees, hunched over like shrimp, and trembled and spat out a mouthful of blood.

"Huh...... Huh!"

He sat up with a sneer.

With that cold face and narrow Danfeng eyes, it was Sima Qing!

The real person of the Spirit Tribulation just now, obviously he could regain his speed, or fly a little higher, and he could completely avoid himself.

But he didn't.

Even if he knew that he was a monk of Moon Mountain who appeared here.

Because...... I'm too weak.

A monk of the Spirit Yuan Realm, in the eyes of the real person of the Spirit Tribulation, is no different from ordinary people.

And at this moment, Sima Qing's body was densely covered with bloody cracks.

Obviously, this was not caused by the Gangfeng of the Spirit Tribulation True Man just now.

This was caused by the aftermath left by Su Mu and Gu Yan when they fought.

Yes, he has been following Su Mu.

Originally, he needed to face the difficulties and even attacks of the inner disciples, but at this moment, the rules of Baiyue Mountain changed, and the crisis he had to face disappeared in an instant.

The inner disciples and core disciples are now busy using the last power to reap benefits for themselves, and no one pays attention to him at all.

Sima Qing originally planned to go and say hello to Su Mu, but found Gu Yan following behind.

On the way to Luoyue Peak, Gu Yan naturally found Sima Qing, but he didn't care at all.

A disciple of the Spirit Yuan Realm is just a disciple of the Spirit Yuan Realm, and going to Luoyue Peak is estimated to be going around the periphery.

But Sima Qing recognized this elder, who had just asked for Su Mu's primordial god clan essence blood, and turned his head and followed them to Falling Moon Peak?

Sima Qing didn't believe it was a coincidence.

He relied on the Outer Dao Demon Seed to hide his spiritual power and aura, and followed Gu Yan to the mountains and forests.

He wanted to tell Su Mu and the others the news, if Gu Yan really had any thoughts, he would say it himself, and it would be regarded as returning Su Mu's favor.

But he never got the chance.

Su Mu and the others directly entered the mountains and forests, he didn't know the direction, and he didn't dare to cross the ancient strictness without permission.

Besides, there are heart lamp demon beasts in the deep forest, and he is not an opponent yet.

So he could only follow behind Gu Yan, and he didn't dare to follow too closely.

In the end, he witnessed the battle between Su Mu and the Spirit Tribulation Monk.

Puff –

At this moment, Sima Qing breathed heavily and tore open his shirt.

His body was covered in flesh and blood, and on his left chest was the face of a child.

"Hmm!"

Sima Qing trembled, and the child's face suddenly opened his eyes!

It was a pair of dark eyes with no pupils.

At this moment, a rich turbid aura emanated out, constantly nourishing Sima Qing's wounds.

Soon, Sima Qing's injuries completely recovered, but the human face on his chest was a little younger.

Sima Qing stood up tremblingly.

In his eyes, there was a picture of him almost losing his mind before.

Su Mu punched and blasted the Spirit Tribulation real person into the sky.

After falling, a sword slashed through the forest.

He...... There is such a strength!!

I always thought that as long as I swallowed the demon seed and became a spirit tribulation realm, I could surpass Su Mu.

But today, he knew that even if he immediately became a real person of the Spirit Tribulation, he was afraid that he would not be Su Mu's opponent.

"Strength!"

At this moment, Sima Qing's eyes were sharp and fanatical.

He thought of Su Mu's look down on the Spirit Tribulation True Person, and thought of the Spirit Tribulation True Person's indifference to him just now.

That's an ant-like look.

"I need ...... Strength!"

Sima Qing slowly took out a blood-red Heart Sutra.

This Heart Sutra is ancient and strict.

He had a close look at the battle between Su Mu and the Spirit Tribulation Zhenren, but he was also attacked by the aftermath.

If it weren't for the Outer Dao Demon Seed, he would have died.

However, the Outer Dao Demon Seed, who was already almost young, because he helped him recover from his injuries, turned into a child again at this moment.

He recovered from his injuries and rushed to the place just in time to see a man in black searching for something on Gu Yan's corpse.

But there was movement not far away, and the man left without staying long.

Sima Qing risked being bumped into by someone, and ran over to devour the fragments of the soul of the real person after his death, but accidentally found the Heart Sutra that had not been taken away in the head of the corpse that fell to the ground.

Now, the Heart Lamp Monk is the same, and he will not be excluded from the Inner Gate status.

In other words, the identity of the inner door is about to disappear.

Sima Qing slowly closed his eyes.

He thought of the bloody massacre of countless spiritual monks that night in Chang'an.

I thought of the night when the whole clan was destroyed.

Thinking of the flames that soared into the sky, he pierced his father's chest and condensed the bright red of the demon seed.

Thinking of it, Su Mu's strength overwhelmed the spiritual calamity to his shock.

Myself......

In this life, never be a weakling.

Be a pig and a dog, a muddy mortal!

Poof!

Poof!!

Puff !!

At this moment, as if he felt Sima Qing's blazing heart, the heart shrouded by the demon seed suddenly beat violently!

An inexplicable feeling was captured by Sima Qing.

"Sacrificial ......"

"I need ...... A large number of spirit stones......"

"A simple and painful soul ......"

"The Demon Seed will give me the power I want......"

A fleeting blankness flashed in Sima Qing's eyes, and it quickly became clear.

He slowly touched the face on his chest, the strange murmur of his own voice echoing in his mind.

"Sacrificial ......"

He exhaled slowly, tilted his head, and swallowed the Heart Sutra in one gulp.

......

"Thirteen Ancestors, tomorrow is the day to worship the heavens, can you go and rest for a while?"

In an elegant courtyard, a middle-aged monk wearing a red gauze and a sheep's intestine skirt smiled lightly in the face of an old man with white hair and gray robes.

The middle-aged monk had a handsome face, and he could not distinguish between male and female.

There is a little cinnabar in the center of his eyebrows, his hair is threaded, and the pupils of his eyes are as white as jade, and he is not shocked.

His chin was slightly pointed, and his neck was swaying with a golden ring.

The whole person's face is perfect, and it does not resemble a human thing.

This is the perfect bodhisattva appearance.

One step further, there is the Buddha on earth.

"All the sacrificial things are ready?"

"It's ready. ”

The Bodhisattva monk nodded slowly and said, "All the immortal families in Zhongzhou have all come to Nantiandu. ”

"The Four Seasons God Summer and Autumn also sent messengers. ”

"Sage of the Eight Directions...... Here came four people. ”

"Huh. ”

The old man smiled slowly and said, "Four." ”

"Yes. ”

"Before the great world, it is not bad to have four saints come to my house to pay respects. ”

After the old man finished speaking, the bodhisattva on the opposite side did not speak.

In the courtyard, countless spiritual flowers bloomed, and the pale blue trees flourished.

The tall walls are all made of fine jade, and the baked glass exudes a soft and misty glow.

The breeze blows and the rustle of flowers and plants swaying, which makes people feel comfortable.

The fragrance that is crushed in the wind lingers in front of and behind people's ears.

The old man slowly stretched his waist, stood up slowly, and said, "Then the old man will go to the Dingshen Pagoda for a stroll and come back tomorrow." ”

"After the avenue collapsed, the old man didn't have a good rest. ”

"Zhu Jiang, this time you come back and stay in the family for a while. ”

"The family will help you become a Buddha. ”

"When the time comes, when you go back to Jinchan Temple, you must become the next host. ”

"Yes. ”

The old man took two steps, suddenly paused, and said, "By the way, the Seven Kings of the Great River, didn't the invitation to my Zhujia be delivered?"

"Delivered. ”

"No one?"

"The messenger was eaten. ”

The Bodhisattva's face was calm, and he said, "The skull was washed and sent to the Golden Temple with a curse engraved." ”

"The Arhat who got it to the temple was cursed, turned into a demon that night, and was sent to see the true Buddha by the younger generation. ”

"Pathetic. ”

The old man shook his head, not knowing whether he was talking about the Seven Kings of the Great Rivers and Mountains, or the messenger, or the Arhat.

The old man walked slowly, in front of him was a tower of ten thousand thousand, the tower body was pitch black, the whole body was carved with pure gold and the gods and Buddhas of the sky, and the dragon and beast.