The rain was spoofing.

The huge ancient Buddha sits on the ruins of a thousand pagodas.

In the palm of his hand, he held a hot, beating "heart".

Ning Yi, who was pressed to the ground, tried to open his eyes, and he sensed a familiar "breath", and there was a fiery call from his sword-wielding scroll.

Yamagamaki ...... Right there?

He tried his best to summon "fine snow", but as soon as his mind arose, the palm of the Buddha's light that was holding him suddenly loosened, and a huge fist like a mountain of cannonballs struck down.

Ning Yi blocked his hands in front of him, and the golden light of his entire body was splashed and dimmed.

Again and again.

His consciousness was blurring, and a wisp of thought was still gritting his teeth...... He has the blessing of the sword qi of the "sword bearer", and the sword that pierced into the center of his eyebrows just now was originally a nirvana.

He didn't expect that the ancient Buddha was unintentional, so the sword qi machine stagnated for a moment.

It ended up in the current situation.

It was extremely difficult to get up, and every punch and palm could interrupt the qi that had just condensed in his body.

This is the stupidest and most troublesome method.

It is also the smartest and most stable method.

All of Ning Yi's hole cards could not be used, and he could only be beaten passively at once, struggling to support.

I hope that this "ancient Buddha" will make some mistake.

......

......

The Buddha, who was sitting on the ruins with a thousand hands behind his back, had cut off half of his arms at the moment, and was still half free, leaving only two, one hand to twist the extremely terrifying "fine snow" flying sword, and the other hand to pinch the heart.

The rest of the arms fell one by one, smashing the ground mud and splashing, the waterfall water poured out, and the black-shirted young man in the center, even though his body was "King Kong is not bad", his consciousness was gradually dispersed.

The angry face of the ancient Buddha gradually dissipated, and it was replaced by a compassionate and compassionate face.

In the center of his eyebrows, a wisp of blood flowed down, and the forehead that had just been pierced by Ning Yi's sword qi pierced, if someone stood next to the blood hole, he could still hear the endless wailing of unjust souls.

The Buddha pinched his heart with one hand, and the beating hot "demon heart" was wrapped around the withered vines, and the scarlet blood fell smoothly, like a waterfall of blood for a while, dyeing the golden palm into blood red.

He slowly opened his lips, his cheeks filled with "cheerful" delight.

Next, he will never make any mistakes...... Step by step, swallow this rare "treasure heart" in the world first.

The ancient Buddha's cheek opened a huge cleft, he opened his lips, and then slowly swallowed this "treasure heart", his throat was stretched out, and then slowly fell little by little.

"Bang", "bang", "bang" sounds.

When it was taken out, it was loud and vivid, and when it was swallowed in the stomach, the sound could still be heard, but it became dull.

Thunder rumbled above the ancient Buddha's head.

The drum rumbles in the belly.

The hoarse voice of the soul was never heard again after the heart had been swallowed into the belly.

The "heart" flowed all the way, and finally landed at the position where the "fine snow" was disemboweled, and after the golden light was broken, it exuded a faint red glow, and the heart merit fell into the right position successfully.

The face of the ancient Buddha is peaceful and complete.

The corners of his lips lifted high.

On the other side of the body, the ground was constantly beaten by countless arms, and there were still pits under the pits, and the mud splashed up was several feet high, but the person who was suppressed in the center had no breath of resistance.

Two fingers, twist "Ning Yi".

The young man in the black shirt, whose consciousness was beaten to the ground, hung upside down in the air, his cheeks wet in the heavy rain, his face was pale, he looked unconscious, and even the flying sword did not struggle anymore.

The ancient Buddha's face was expressionless.

He didn't let go of "Ning Yi", let alone despise "Ning Yi", at this moment, the other party was seriously injured, and he was still engrossed in staring at this young man.

If that person still has the slightest sense of resistance, he will be the first to notice it.

Two golden fingers, twisted Ning Yi, slowly placed it in front of him, the ancient Buddha full of joy, opened his lips and teeth.

The process is slow and desperate.

He was going to swallow Ning Yi.

And at the last moment, he made a mistake.

The dimly lit "umbrella sword" was gently thrown with two fingers.

Flew out in an arc.

With a "bang", it was inserted into the earth, and the miserable white sword body reflected a splash of rain.

Half of the fine snow sword body was inserted into the mud, and the sword body swayed wildly, and the swing gradually decreased, just when it was about to stop.

Someone held the sword.

......

......

When leaving the Taoist temple.

It was raining heavily.

So he made an umbrella, wearing a white Confucian robe, with a right collar and slits on both sides, and a plain collar decorated with a collar.

The lute sleeves are blown up by the wind.

Under the umbrella is a soft and unassuming young face, with slightly feminine facial features, but the temperament is by no means feminine.

He followed the stairs of the mountain road, walked down the Bulao Mountain step by step, and walked towards the lonely temple at the bottom of the mountain.

He left his division and searched for a place to cultivate in the east.

At that time, he noticed that there had been a slight change in the entire Daze...... So it took him a month to find Jinhua City and this mountain that he was satisfied with.

After cultivating here for a while, he didn't have the idea of directly killing the "one" in his neighborhood.

But compared to those ignorant ghost cultivators who broke into this place from time to time, the things in the Thousand Buddha Pagoda seemed to be very difficult to kill, and if he wanted to make a move, he must be ten percent sure.

So far, he has rarely "killed" anything.

He prefers to "win" before "killing" rather than "killing".

Sword Qi can win by handing out three points, but he will never hand out a fourth point.

Unless it is a heinous character who really deserves to be killed, he can only endure the trouble and forcibly kill it, and the others ...... Forget it.

There are too many troubles in the world, and if he has to kill every enemy he encounters, where can he kill them?

Thereupon.

After three or four shots, those Eastern Realm ghost cultivators who "escaped by luck" and had a lot of thoughts immediately knew his identity...... Because he lives here, the Bulao Mountain is peaceful for ten miles.

Of course, the people of the Holy Mountain did not dare to disturb them.

The white-robed man holding the umbrella stopped for a moment, and at a distance, he had already seen the collapsed and broken Lanruo Temple, and also saw the flying ash and powder in the sky...... This scene made him feel a little surprised.

"Unexpectedly...... Killed. ”

The town temple of Lanruo Temple...... Turned into nothingness by sword gas.

That young man named Ning Yi had a relationship with him not long ago, if I am not mistaken, his realm and killing power were not high at that time...... It's just that I haven't seen him for half a year, following the cultivation of that sword immortal in the West Sea, has the cultivation realm reached such a point? The young Taoist thought about it carefully, if he made his own move, he should be able to accomplish similar things, but he would expose one or two of his hole card methods.

This dryad seems to be difficult to kill, but in fact, he has a way to kill it.

But the trouble is what's in that "stupa".

One of the reasons for the retreat here was that he wanted to see if he could "kill" this thing.

The young Taoist priest sighed softly and put away the paper umbrella, if nothing else, the purpose of his cultivation in the next period of time was to try to kill an existence that lived in the north and was difficult to kill.

He raised his head and looked at the huge ancient Buddha that occupied most of his vision.

Compared to a tree demon whose cultivation is only about ten realms, this "false Buddha" who directly occupies the "blessing shade" in the eastern realm should be almost immortal.

Those old devils in the depths of Daze in the eastern realm, relying on the unprovoked starlight and aura, opened up the mountain, lawlessness, the entire barren Daze was glowing, and the cultivation of all kinds of Taoism was extremely smooth.

The big devil in the depths of Daze in the eastern realm has not thought about finding a source, but the Holy Mountain and Liuli Mountain are extremely suppressed, and they dare not go beyond the methane...... It shows that the "chance" that nourishes countless ghost cultivators in the depths of Daze does not fall in Daze.

No one could have imagined it.

The huge "opportunity" sought by the Eastern Demon Dao giant fell here, and this "false Buddha" took the "blessing shade" as his own and pressed it in the tower.

The Taoist priest of Bulao Mountain sits on the next mountain, and if the holy mountain does not come, it is difficult for ghosts to enter.

Until a reader with a cage on his back came.

The young Taoist priest whose name is indirectly related to the word "immortal" looked at the towering ancient Buddha, half of his arm was chopped off, his chest was pierced by a sword, his forehead was dull with golden light, and his eyebrows were red.

He was a little amazed.

This is all done by the rising star named "Ning Yi".

But the situation of "Ning Yi" seems to be a little not good, the "thin" figure that was pinched by two huge golden fingers on a rainy night, and his robe was beaten by the heavy rain to make a hunting sound.

Sure enough, I still have to do it myself...... The young Taoist priest smiled.

So, how do you make a move?

There is still half a breath left, but swallowing the "blessing shade", the strength has skyrocketed dozens of times...... It doesn't seem to be easy to deal with.

Sword Qi, Thunder Law, Talismans, Formation Patterns, or ......

Just as he was distressed by this and thought slowly, there seemed to be a slight sound in the air that pierced the void.

A snow-white, slender umbrella sword slashed through a powerful arc and plunged in front of him.

So there is no need to choose.

The young Taoist priest looked silently at the sword that had been sent to him.

From the first time he saw it, he fell in love with this snow-white sword...... As long as it is a sword cultivator, you will definitely like "fine snow".

It's sharp.

Very sharp.

It is worthy of its name, and it is indeed a unique sword weapon created by Mr. Zhao Rui of Dongyanzi.

He had only a short time to look at it.

Because the umbrella sword was trembling, and ...... Sending out an extremely strong thought.

He seemed to understand the sword language, he smiled lightly, and said softly, "Don't worry, he'll be fine." ”

The next moment.

The young man in the Taoist robe clutched his long sword, and his momentum changed suddenly.

Shixue approves of him.

The sword aura of the sword wielder...... It seems to approve of him as well.

is like Ye Changfeng many years ago, or Pei Min, who is open-minded and sincere.

Everyone in the world can open up the light.

A sword qi that was dozens of times better than the previous one covered the long sky, and a shocking pillar of light rose within a radius of ten miles.

The night burns out.

All the voices were reduced to nothingness.