Tang Ming's palm twisted on Wang Ping's chest, and then, the Immortal Shura took away the last spiritual energy in Wang Ping's body, the life force, and the earth evil qi that supported the life force were all sucked in.

Without any strength to support Wang Ping's eyes turned upward, starting from his fingers to turn into powder, when his body completely dissipated, a beating soul suddenly jumped out of Wang Ping's heavenly spirit cover, and rushed in the direction of the third uncle.

As long as his soul has not died, he Wang Ping has the opportunity to reshape his physical body and make a comeback.

It's a pity that Tang Ming has so many ways to restrain his soul, even if Wang Ping runs fast, he is just a remnant soul after all.

Tang Ming just beckoned, and the invisible fire above his body turned into a huge cage, enveloping Wang Ping's soul in it.

"Ahhhh......h

But at this time, no one was willing to save him, and his remnant soul was finally dragged by the invisible fire and sucked into the swirling black vortex in Tang Ming's palm, shattered, absorbed, and completely dissipated between heaven and earth.

"You ......" The third uncle trembled, stood up from the ground, rubbed his chest, and said in a cold voice: "Your victory is victory, why do you have to work hard, you have to take people's lives, and even break the true self of your fellow senior brother, such as brutal and willful, wanton and reckless." It's really not what my Buddhist disciples should be, you master and apprentice are both the incarnation of demons!"

"Demon?" Tang Ming sneered, when did this great monk of the East actually use this Western term, it was really very awkward.

Tang Ming smashed his mouth and then said: "I'm a demon?" Maybe you're blind, your apprentice is ruthless, and every second is thinking about how to take my life, if I am a little careless, I'm afraid that it will not be your apprentice who is dead now, but me, so the question is, if it is me who died, would you still go to your apprentice Xingshi with such righteous indignation to ask for guilt?"

"Sophistry, now that the ultimate winner is you, not Wang Ping, why do you bother to defile a dead man like this?"

Tang Ming turned around slowly, with the sound of his flesh breathing in the sky, in the blink of an eye, Tang Ming's body that had been half wiped out had recovered more than half, he pinched his immature right hand that had just grown out and said coldly: "Third Uncle, if you want to do something to me, just shoot directly, why bother to go into more detail here?"

Sure enough, it's over-speed regeneration, this kid ...... Is it really human?

"I don't care what you do, you have to give me an explanation today!" the third uncle stomped his feet on the ruins of the platform, like a mad lion.

The Seventh Senior Uncle looked at the Third Senior Uncle in front of him with cold eyes, and raised his hand: "Hehe! I want to see where you got this so-called statement today!" The aura on his body was released, not moving like a mountain, but it gave people an unusually sharp feeling.

"The surname is Li, do you mean that you are going to protect the calf today?" the third uncle gritted his teeth for a while.

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Uncle just shook his head and sneered: "Protecting the calf, I am protecting the calf today, what can you do?"

"I just can't protect this calf from you!" the third uncle took a step forward, but the storm in the sky once again frantically played, and the storm hit the sad earth like a whip, and the sad earth began to shake wildly.

It was accompanied by flash floods and tsunamis, as well as the sound of ghosts crying and howling.

Another earthquake? Tang Ming frowned, and then frowned, calculating the frequency of the recent earthquake, it was really too high, which was really a bit strange, as if it was sad that it was going to perish.

But if you think about it in a different way, is it really about the sadness that is dying?

This terrifying thought was quickly suppressed after only an instant, Tang Ming shook his head fiercely, and said to himself in his heart: "It's better not to think nonsense, a city is dying, it's really a stupid idea." ”

Unfortunately, the amplitude of the earthquake this time was unprecedentedly strong, and at the end of the horizon, a crack more than one meter wide rushed in, passing through the Pingding Mountain, tearing the originally towering Pingding Mountain into two sections, and rushing out again, and finally completely dissipating at the end of the horizon.

"What the hell is going on?" Tang Ming hurriedly stabilized his figure, looked at the chasm on the ground, and immediately smacked his lips fiercely: "The earth is cracked?"

"Ahem, ahem!" the old nun coughed, jumped in the sky, and finally stood in front of the abbot of Dajue.

With one hand, a spiritual aura appeared in front of him and clasped the ground of Pingdingshan: "The third master of the two Zen temples, maybe the matter of your two Zen temples should be put aside first, and the matter that should really be solved, the matter of safeguarding sentient beings, is still entangled!"

The heavy eyelids of the abbot of Dajue always raised: "What does Shitai mean?"

The old nun stretched out her shriveled palm at the abbot of Dajue, and then said, "Take it out, Demon Suppressing Pestle! That is the last hope of the entire Wounded Soul." ”

"The last hope?" Tang Ming's eyes widened, remembering that when he was the abbot of the Liangzen Temple, this inexplicable old nun once said that the abbot was stubborn, and now he has fallen on the demon pestle!

"The Demon Pestle, it's the Demon Pestle, Xing Cai'er was looking for herself to steal the Demon Pestle, and now the old nun also wants this Demon Pestle, and the Demon Pestle is related to this frequent earthquake, what is the earthquake? What is the function of the Demon Pestle?" Tang Ming couldn't help but fall into deep thought.

Then he set his eyes on Xing Cai'er, if the man in black Luo is Xing Cai'er in front of you, he asked for the demon pestle and didn't give it to his master?

There are also some intriguing words that the abbot said at the beginning, and now that I think about it, the meaning is a little thicker.

The abbot of Dajue shook his head: "I said, you can't get the demon pestle." ”

"Dajue, are you crazy, if you don't hand over the demon pestle today, not only us, but all the people who are sad, and the monks who wrap your two Zen temples will perish, do you want to see the end of the devastated life?" The great monk of Kiyomizu Temple also rode a ox to the big one

In front of the monk, his expression became solemn.

Dajue Abbot's expression suddenly became bitter, and he let out a long sigh as if he was ten years old in just one breath: "Let me ask you, if your old mother, who has been carrying you, has a terminal illness, if you don't kill her, you will die, kill her, you will live, then will you do it?"

When he said a word, Tang Ming suddenly had a feeling of enlightenment, his pupils shrank, and he looked at the ground under his feet in shock, and suddenly, the scene of the double hump at that time, the inexplicable earthquake, and the roar of the powerful beast. The true meaning of the demon pestle, everything is connected together, relying on a huge spell, slowly climbing up Tang Ming's heart, Tang Ming stomped his feet, and let the sad earth feedback to himself a real touch.

At the same time, he gasped: "Don't you mean that this hurts the earth...... It turned out to be impossible to live. ”

Thinking about it like this, everything that suddenly troubled Tang Ming's patience made sense, the mark of sadness that was not on the map, if it was said, in fact, sadness was not an island at all, but a moving demon beast.

At the time, he thought that the map given to him by Xing Cai'er was not so accurate, but now that he thinks about it...... Maybe the truth has long appeared around him, but he has never had a pair of eyes to discover the truth.

On this side, Tang Ming was thinking everything through, while on the other side, the great monk of Qingshui Temple shook his head and let out a long breath: "But Dajue...... You know, this sadness is not my mother after all!"

"Not your mother?" Abbot Dajue's breath suddenly became urgent, and he stood up from the ground suddenly, even through the thick monk's robe, the ups and downs of Abbot's chest could be clearly seen.

It's hard to imagine that the abbot of Dajue, who has a profound Dharma, would become so excited: "I'm really ashamed of you, a thousand years, a whole thousand years, we are grieving, a thousand years, he is our real mother, and now, you say that you want to kill your mother, and go down? I can't accept it, I can't accept it!"

"Great Awakening...... You hear it, Mother is in pain, Mother is wailing, he needs to be freed, and we are not trying to kill Mother, but we are helping Mother to be free! When you open your eyes, you can see that there are not only our monastics, but also children and residents in their arms, and they deserve to die? The youngest child is only two years old. You tell me that they just want to live, what are their crimes!" The old nun sighed heartily, she was also a cultivator, how could she not have half a Dao heart?

The abbot of Dajue sneered, simply clasped his hands together, closed his eyes without much emotional fluctuations: "That's it, you can't get the demon pestle, and you can't kill your mother, as the so-called everything follows fate, dust to dust, earth to earth, everything has its own fate, and perhaps, a thousand years later, our fate is to be buried in the sea."

"Dajue, don't blame us, you are for your life, and I am for our justice, your mercy, my mercy, everyone's mercy is right, but on top of this matter, your mercy must be compromised for our mercy!"

The old nun said as she looked at the location of the two Zen temples from a distance: "Besiege the two temples and find the demon pestle, we should be reborn in our sorrows!"