"Wait, the utensils are green lanterns?The green lanterns are made by living people?! Is the 'Shakyamuni turned the green lotus under the seat into a lamp' recorded in the ancient books fake?" Mo Cang watched silently, completely stunned by this burst of changes, who would have thought that the most admired ancient gods, after the positive fruit, used the ancient heavenly court artifact to enter the mortal world to cross the living people to turn into green lanterns, and made up a lie to deceive the world.

She stared at the white-haired man in front of her, and his figure looked so lonely in the gray and gloomy sky.

"Shut up!" Yi Nian was in cold sweat on both sides of his cheeks, his expression was in a trance, his body staggered and almost fell down, he covered his ears and shouted desperately: "That's to come back to life! That woman is dead, it was this seat who saved him with the Shenfu Mirror, it is this seat!"

"Dead?" Jiang Changan said coldly: "If you are really dead, how can what you resurrected with the Divine Mansion Mirror be just a cocoon?"

This is also the root of Jiang Changan's insistence on breaking into the immortal forbidden, there is a cocoon lying on the jade platform in the mirror of the Divine Mansion now as it was back then, the stupid girl is not really dead, what he wants to pursue is not the real way to resurrect the dead, but a divine power that can break through the cocoon into a butterfly. It's a pity that the qi of the world is not as strong as it was 100,000 years ago, even if there is an ancient divine power in the mirror of the Divine Mansion, it only ensures that her silkworm body will not be destroyed.

"All of this is just a lie you have made up! When did you give birth to demons in your Buddha heart? Was it the day when the green lantern was born? Or was it when you attained enlightenment? Was it the obsession of your Buddha mind, or did the five thoughts not be eradicated? Or was it because you felt guilty about your ancestor Bodhi?"

The last sentence seemed to suddenly poke at his sore spot, and his face changed suddenly, and he roared fiercely: "You stop me! There is no mistake in this seat! There is no mistake in this seat! You want to use that lowly demon to preach to this seat!"

Boom!

Hunting winds!

Yi Nian's face changed greatly, and he wanted to retreat backwards, but he was too late. As soon as he said the words, Jiang Changan had already rushed in front of him, and the strange long sword was already against his jaw.

Jiang Chang'an's eyes were ruthless, and his tone was as cold as ice: "If you insult her again, I will slaughter your Buddha! In this place where ten thousand Buddhas were born, I will turn it into the place where you are buried!"

Yi Nian's face turned pale for a while, in terms of strength, Jiang Changan was indeed not his opponent, but even if Gui Wei Rulai was also under the law system, this small light could be like killing a few immortals, and it was possible to put him to death, but seeing that the big plan was about to be completed, he couldn't take care of it much, and snorted secretly: "Don't forget that you are from this seat, this seat wants you to live and you can live, if you want to die, you will die!"

After that, one thought and one palm have already pierced through the space, crossing the void and digging straight into the back of Jiang Chang'an's heart from behind, both the move and the intention are extremely vicious.

Jiang Chang'an pointed the sword in his hand to the sky, his black hair was like a waterfall, his eyes were deep, like a demon god, full of killing intent, and the sharp sword slashed through the void.

"Poof!"

It was too late for the monk to block it, the blood-black sword was too fast and sharp. Wumang broke the heavens and the earth, and in a flash, the blood light bloomed, and the void was suddenly cut off by a section, and even the arm that passed through the void was smashed.

Yi Nian hurriedly retreated, but saw that his arm was still intact, but his face was extremely solemn.

"Sacrifice your life!" Jiang Changan said coldly, "How many times can you use it?"

With a cold snort, a golden silk rolled out of the cuffs, and the golden silk cloud surged, like a living creature, resounding through the heavens and the earth like a lion's roar, shaking out endless terrifying sound waves, turning into ten thousand terrifying waves!

"Dang!"

The golden silk is like a mountain, towering like the sky, and this ancient cave suddenly seems extremely narrow. The golden light was overwhelming, and it immediately covered him underneath, making a loud noise, like a tsunami, huge!

"This seat will shake you alive into powder, and refine you into ashes. Yi Nian chuckled.

However, before he could laugh, he heard a "click" breaking sound.

Suddenly, the golden silk shattered, and the long sword in Jiang Changan's hand, like a black real dragon, smashed the golden silk and rushed out.

At this moment, suddenly, a wonderful song came into my ears, and the woman's singing voice was like a mountain song bred by a landscape.

The two found out that the Buddha clothes in the cave had disappeared early at some point.

looked at it again, but was brought into his mind by the singing, and a panicked and surprised smile appeared on his face, but he was already in tears, and he no longer ignored Jiang Chang'an, and flew directly towards the cave like crazy.

"He's familiar with this singing......," Jiang Changan muttered.

Mo Cang hurriedly patted his shoulder to recall his mind and reminded: "Boy, beware, this kind of dangerous place, the sudden appearance of Xianle is too strange, in the holy land of thousands of bald donkeys, it is not the sound of Buddha, not the sound of the saint, but the beautiful singing voice of a woman, this is too weird." ”

I kept walking towards the west, and after a short time I saw the edge of the temple.

"Boom ......"

The sound of the roaring river came, Jiang Chang'an was taken aback, a yellow mud river in front of him was rushing, ten miles wide, the naked eye could not see the other side, the source could not be seen, the yellow clear was like quicksand, the waves were turbulent, like a yellow dragon in the canyon, it may be about to rise in the air at any time, making people uneasy, in front of it was unstable, and the three souls and seven spirits trembled.

"It's ...... Crossing the Ling River!" Mo Cang exclaimed.

"Do you know what kind of place this is?" Jiang Changan asked.

Mo Cang said: "Legend has it that the Lingjiang River is a ghost river that surrounds the Netherworld, and the end of the immortal ban is connected to the Netherworld, and no one can cross the Lingjiang River in the middle. ”

A glimmer of light flashed in Jiang Changan's eyes, and he said, "In other words, if you cross this big river, you can enter the Netherworld, so as to get out of the immortal forbidden?!"

Mo Cang rolled his eyes: "If it were so easy, this immortal forbidden place would not be a forbidden place that no one has walked out of for 100,000 years." Boy, don't look at this river is no different from ordinary flowing water, everything can't float from the river, even if it's an immortal, it can't fly with the rainbow, and all spiritual power spells on the river surface will be invalid. If you want to take this shortcut to get out, it's basically a fool's dream. ”

Jiang Changan was not discouraged, his goal had not yet been achieved and he had never considered leaving here, but his intuition told him that there would not be much time in the immortal ban, the temple had already been explored, and he would only leave in these two days.

On the shore, the Buddha sits cross-legged, and under his knees are placed the ancestral Bodhi branches collected over 100,000 years.

The dry branches and leaves are piled up into a hill, the dense spiritual power gathers into a tower, and a faint green light rises, and in the gray sky, it gathers into a ten-zhang ancient tree, full of crystalline trees, full of atmosphere and ancient meaning, flowing with strange brilliance, each leaf is like a palm, dancing with the wind, pinched into various spell shapes, all different.

The singing came from this ancient tree.

"Zu Bodhi...... It's out of the world!"