I flew around, and it was an island, and I couldn't get out......"

The Yuxiao Palace Lord flapped his wings and fell back to the fork in the road, Zhao Guanren was sitting on the stone eating, and Xuanye cooperated with the division of labor, one attracted Zhao Guanren's attention, the other opened his bag to steal cigarettes, and quickly transferred it to Hei Panruo when he got it.

"The problem is in this jade......"

Zhao Guanren threw down the food packaging bag, pointed to Yubi and said: "Although this thing is called Wangxiangtai, the things that can be released are all secret, causing knots in the hearts of each of us, such as the vain life experience, the tragedy of the Xuanye family, which reminds us to make a right choice!"

"What is the right ......?"

Si Ming shook his head and said: "It is impossible for people like us to go to heaven, and it is impossible for the living dead to go to reincarnation, there is only one way to go to hell, but the body and soul of hell are separated, even if they can get out, it will be wasted!"

"Who said you can't reincarnate ......"

Zhao Guanren stood up and said: "People whose yang life is not exhausted can be reincarnated, but is the yang life exhausted, it is to let the eternal night be corpsed, otherwise there are at least a few decades to live, and now he is a dead man, and he will not be counted as a yang shou if he lives for a thousand years!"

"That's right, I'm also not going to end my life......"

Si Ming's eyes suddenly lit up, and Xuanye was also excited at this time, jumping up and shouting: "I'm the same, I was originally alive and well, let Dongying corpse soldiers kill me, and I didn't do any evil in my life, and I can't blame me for killing people as corpse soldiers!"

"Then I'm also the ...... of my longevity."

Qin Biqing also hurriedly raised his hand, but Zhao Guanren said: "It must be that the Yang Shou is not finished, and the Yuxiao Palace Lord should be the same, but Du Sha may not be the one who has not finished Yang Shou!"

Du Shaqi said: "I am a living sea clan, why is it not that my longevity is not over?"

"I asked......"

Zhao Guanren asked, "Before cultivating soul power, what was the lifespan of our normal sea clan, and how old did they live?"

Du Sha hesitated: "I was about fifty or sixty years old before I didn't cultivate, but after I cultivated, I have improved a lot, and I have lived for more than one hundred and sixty years!"

"I'll go! it's an authentic old goblin......"

Zhao Guanren spread his hand and said: "Yang Shou is determined by heaven, cultivation is to change his life against the sky, he has exceeded the established Yang Shou, and he has lived for more than a hundred years, so whether it is considered Yang Shou is not over, I really can't say, besides, it is still an alien variety!"

"What about me?"

Bai Ming looked at him with some apprehension, but Hei Panruo said: "It is said that it must be that Yang Shou is not over, but how did he die I didn't see it, if the death period itself has arrived, or if he takes the initiative to let the black devil corpse, whether he can be regarded as a person whose Yang Shou has not ended, this is not certain!"

"That's not how it ......."

Zhao Guanren shook his head and said: "Even if you are all unfinished and you will forget everything if you go through the path of reincarnation, but this is definitely not the real Netherworld Underworld, it only exists to test us, so that we can finally enter the place where the black devil's body is imprisoned, understand?"

Confused, "I know it's a test, but what is the test?"

"I think I should go to heaven......"

Under his shocked gaze, Zhao Guanren pointed to the middle road and said: "As the saying goes! Put down the butcher's knife and become a Buddha on the ground, you must be a big devil in your lifetime, if you can let go of the obsession in your heart and calmly go to the middle road, I believe that you will definitely be able to go to heaven!"

"My obsession ......"

All the thoughts of the black prajna walked towards the jade bi, and a group of small novices immediately appeared on the jade bi, and the black prajna was this group of small novices

The leader of the temple led them to be mischievous in the monastery.

The master reprimanded him severely, not only making him taste the pain of flesh and skin, but also punishing him for thinking about the wall in the cold quiet room, and his snot flowed from the cold, and finally he fell asleep against the wall.

"Alas~"

An old monk gently pushed open the door, put a cotton coat over his body, and stuffed two steamed buns in his arms.

"Master!"

Hei Panruo suddenly knelt down in front of the jade bi, tears fell, but as soon as the picture turned, he had already put on a robe and became the abbot, he was in the prime of life, heroic, wandering around, preaching and preaching, as if he had become a master of Pudu sentient beings.

"Soul Tower !!"

Zhao Guanren's eyes shrank suddenly, and an intact soul tower appeared on the picture, with a bright light exuding from the pagoda, protecting a huge city in it, surrounded by worshippers, and the incense was in full bloom, but the tower door was tightly closed.

"I ......"

Hei Panruo was stunned suddenly, only to see an old monk in his twilight years, slowly walking out of the crowd with a group of disciples, his appearance could be vaguely seen on his wrinkled face, and the surrounding believers also called for Master Santu.

The old black Buddha slowly walked up the jade steps, twisted a string of Buddhist beads in his hand, knelt in front of the door of the Soul Suppression Pagoda and bowed sincerely, the Soul Suppression Pagoda also suddenly lit up, the entire pagoda emitted a warm light, and the excited believers were like pounding garlic.

"It's time to open the door......"

Zhao Guanren knew at a glance that the pagoda could open the tower door as soon as it was bright, and at the same time, the tower door also exposed a crack in the door.

With the support of his apprentices, the old monk pressed the door on the door with a little excitement, but he didn't respond even when he pushed the tower door a few times, and his face instantly became ugly.

"What's going on? Can't the Master of the Three Paths open the door......

The believers all began to talk in disbelief, and the old black man hurriedly stretched out his hands and pushed the door with all his strength, but the tower door did not move at all.

"Alas~ It seems that the master of the three paths also has distracting thoughts, and if he is not sincere, he naturally can't open the door......"

The believers sighed one after another, and there was no look of worship on their faces, but some people asked: "The Tower of Light has protected us for hundreds of years, how many disasters have been prevented for us, and no one has ever been able to open the door, why do you have to go in?"

"Say what?"

Someone replied: "The demon clan has been wiped out! The Soul Suppression Tower is also an ornament, it is better to take out the treasure inside and find a shortcut to ascend to become an immortal, who doesn't want to become an immortal?"

"This ......"

The old man stood in front of the tower gate, trembling with anxiety, but a little monk pushed the door and said, "Master, don't worry, I think this tower gate is very old, and it is not ......."

"Squeak~"

The door of the tower suddenly opened magically, and the little monk fell headlong into it, and the old man's eyes widened in shock.

But the believers who knelt down didn't see it clearly, and exclaimed one after another: "It's opened! Master Santu has opened the Soul Suppression Tower, the master is really a living bodhisattva!"

"Amitabha!"

The old monk slowly straightened his stiff waist, waved away the remaining apprentices, stepped in alone to help the little monk, and asked in a low voice, "Apprentice, how did you open the door?"

"The apprentice doesn't know! Maybe the master has already opened it, and the apprentice has used a force......

The little monk shook his head blankly, and the old monk showed a smile that was really so

Rong, hurriedly waved his hand to let the little monk leave, and browsed the situation in the tower alone.

"This little monk is the same as I was at the beginning, I don't know how to open the door......"

Zhao Guanren shook his head and said: "Lao Hei, look carefully, the heart knot is here, I don't need to guess the next situation, I know, it must be ...... Let the Lord of Darkness out!"

"Me? How could this ......?"

Hei Panruo took half a step back in disbelief, who knew that the picture suddenly turned, and the radiant Soul Suppression Tower was actually billowing black smoke, and the believers outside were frightened, and the little monks rushed in panic.

"Hahaha......"

Someone in the tower laughed wildly: "Zhao Ziqiang, I have been locked up for hundreds of years, and I am not allowed to come out in the end, today I will let the darkness return to the earth, and turn these stupid and greedy people into my slaves!"

"Wow~"

A monstrous black gas rushed out of the Soul Suppression Tower, instantly swept the entire city, followed by a crackling explosion, and the people fleeing in all directions actually exploded and died one after another, and the bloody skulls flew up in pieces, and they were sparsely adsorbed on the Soul Suppression Tower.

“......”

This is where the picture ends, and the jaw-dropping demon kings finally understand that this is the origin of the Skull Tower.

Not satisfied with the status quo, the greedy humans found a black Prajna and finally released the remnant soul of the Lord of Darkness, which used millions of dead skulls to pollute the Soul Suppression Tower into a magic weapon.

"Puff~"

Hei Panruo sat on the ground with a pale face, and said in a trembling voice: "Really...... It's really me, I released this big devil, why, why did I release it?"

"Can't stand the temptation ......"

Zhao Guanren squatted down to support him, and said: "The black devil tempted me with rhetoric at the beginning, saying that it could make me immortal and become the king of the whole world, this kind of temptation is not something that anyone can resist!"

Hei Panruo trembled: "Tell me, I can't open the door, is it really my insincerity?"

"Do you think I'm sincere, I don't even know what a skull tower is......"

Zhao Guanren shook his head and said: "Opening the door has nothing to do with sincerity or insincerity, but this has become a knot in the heart, I eat fasting and chanting Buddha in my life, and I am not recognized at the end, and then I begin to doubt myself, I have mixed thoughts, and then I am stimulated by the black devil, and I will completely degenerate!"

"No!"

Hei Panruo shook his head painfully and said: "After all, I have a demon in my heart, if I don't care about the false name, and really achieve the four major emptiness, it is impossible to be used by the black devil, I am not worthy of being a monk, and the master should not teach me the mantle, I am sorry for his old man!"

Hei Panruo actually shed two lines of blood and tears, this is the first time since Zhao Guanren met him that he saw this ruthless fake monk sincerely repent.

"Wow~"

Hei Panruo suddenly threw down his Zen staff, got up and slowly took off his black robe, wearing only a cloth robe and clasping his palms in front of him, striding towards the road to hell on the left.

"Monk, where are you going, you are going wrong......

Si Ming hurriedly shouted, but Hei Panruo said without looking back: "I am not wrong! I have sins in the three ways, I have no shame to face my ancestors, and I am not worthy to become a Buddha, I want to redeem my sins in hell, hell is not empty, and I will not become a Buddha!"

"Three ways!"

Zhao Guanren subconsciously shouted, and actually felt a little reluctant to this bad monk who always wanted to recite the Great Compassion Mantra to him, but when he saw the golden light flashing, Hei Yanruo took a big step without hesitation and stepped into the hell ghost gate......