"Shushan, Ning Yi. ”

The weight of these four words is as heavy as a thousand pounds.

In the entire Great Sui world, no one knows about it, and no one knows it. At this time, the limelight is especially overshadowed by the young Xu Zang in the past.

The ancient Buddha in the Thousand Buddha Pagoda sat in the hall majestically, and when he heard the name, his expression was still peaceful, and he could not see the slightest abnormality.

In the smoke and dust, a young man in a black robe slowly walked out, he tore off the scholar's skin, the oil-paper umbrella around his waist, the blade of the sword spun out, and dragged a long mark mixed with sparks on the ground.

Grandma stared at this young man with a familiar breath, recalling the demeanor of that sword, and still had palpitations.

She said hoarsely: "Shushan Ningyi...... You came thousands of miles to Daze in the eastern realm, just to get Fu Qingfeng's body back?"

Ning Yi didn't nod or shake his head.

He looked indifferently at the ugly man with a huge bun on his head, the wind and thunder ancient knife that hid the soul of "Fu Qingfeng" was lying in his waist bag, and at this moment he could be sure that Fu Qingfeng's real body was in the hands of his grandmother.

Ning Yi stepped forward and punched out.

Layers of sound barriers splashed in the pagoda, and this punch was three feet in front of the "grandma", like smashing a big lake, and countless void ripples rippled.

The huge ancient Buddha with a strong treasure, the fingers of the flower are slightly cocked, and the body is several feet, and there is a burst of colorful glass brilliance.

The "grandmother" who was shrouded in the Buddha's light raised her head and looked at the smiling Buddha statue behind her, with a trace of compassion in her eyes, and she muttered: "There is still one last trace of consummation...... I understand...... Your Excellency ......"

The "man" in the robe began to collapse.

The practice is close to 1,000 years.

The demon body was destroyed...... It only left the last vestiges, and in this Great Sui world, there is no possibility of starting over.

"When you become one, you get a true immortal ......"

It murmured softly, as if it had realized the great secret between life and death.

The huge and heavy bun turned into wisps of black thread, and the waterfall spread out, like cocoons, wrapped between the sleeves of grandma's robe.

Its eyes suddenly flashed a trace of gloom, looking at Ning Yi who was three feet outside the barrier.

"Ning Yi...... Do you want Fu Qingfeng's body?"

Grandma smiled.

It picked up Fu Qingfeng with one hand, the red veil was flying, and the woman's face was exposed, her eyes were closed, and her sleeping posture was peaceful...... This face is rare, but the tip of his eyebrows is slightly frowned at this moment, obviously feeling a touch of pain.

Ning Yi's pupils constricted.

Standing under the statue of the ancient Buddha, the "grandmother" has a wooden but calm tone.

"Let me guess, you took her soul and wanted to borrow her body to make her wake up again...... That wisp of soul is dwelling on the blood-stained Wind Thunder Knife?" Grandma Pi smiled and said, "Mr. Ning Yi, what a big stroke, now that you have not yet reached the Ten Realms, do you want to learn from those powerful Star Monarchs who are going against the heavens?"

Ning Yi's face was expressionless.

But what made him "chuckle" in his heart...... It's what grandma said, and it's not wrong.

That's true.

Fu Qingfeng's soul is in the Wind Thunder Knife.

"This is indeed an extremely genius technique, which can 'save' Fu Qingfeng. Grandma's body, wrapped in black hair, gradually became bloated, his face was covered by the black waterfall that hung down in the bun, and his lips and teeth opened, "If I destroy her body, then no matter how big the means you have, you can't save her." ”

Ning Yi's expression was gloomy.

He pressed one hand on the hilt of his sword and said, "You can give it a try." ”

He didn't rush to make a second sword...... There are strange things in the whole stupa,

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He was aware of it when he stepped into the tower, and the intuition from Shushan's cultivation told him that if he couldn't cut it with a sword this time, it would be cut along with the ancient Buddha statue......

I'm afraid there will be a life-and-death crisis.

Ning Yi has been accumulating divinity, in order to achieve success with one sword like outside Lanruo Temple.

Grandma smiled.

She had reached the final stage, and the strength of her whole body was constantly sacrificed to the ancient Buddha behind her, and the black hair hanging from the top of her head covered and devoured her.

Grandma said hoarsely: "I have heard people say that sometimes, death is not the most painful. There are some things that are more painful than dying...... For example, destroying a person, what you care about the most. ”

Ning Yi's pupils constricted.

Grandma pinched Fu Qingfeng's cheeks, he lowered his head, lips to lips, and the raging black hair stretched through it, as if sucking up the soul, enjoying the "beauty" and "freshness" of this body.

Fu Qingfeng's beauty is enough to make ordinary people jealous.

It wants to take away this look.

Exhale and breathe.

Macroscopic.

Fu Qingfeng's cheeks became sensitive, and his hair became gray.

And then in an instant.

The entire dome of the Thousand Buddha Pagoda was shattered by a sword light.

Ning Yi's fine snow came out of the sheath extremely fast and fiercely, and with a single sword, it shattered the ancient Buddha shrouded the ground King Kong Fangyuan, and the distorted face of the grandmother was swallowed by the sword qi in an instant, and before dying, it let out a hearty and sharp laugh.

Countless jet-black hairs turned into powder, fluttering and sprinkling, and the whole body was annihilated......

The top of the stupa.

The ancient Buddha was no longer the same majestic and immobile appearance it had before.

The ancient Buddha shrunk, like a bronze man on the Wind and Thunder Mountain, about the same size as Ning Yi.

The eyebrows of the ancient Buddha, a touch of blood red swept in, and the whole "person" was like a spirit, no longer the indifferent overlooking posture, but became a living creature, sitting on its knees, its hands sealed, and then slowly standing up.

Lotus takes root.

The Arhat Dharma Statue flying in the sky on the stone wall swept out one by one.

The snow sheathed.

Ning Yi saved "Fu Qingfeng", he lowered his head, he didn't have time to look at the aging woman's appearance, and injected the soul in the Wind Thunder Knife into this body little by little.

Eighteen "Arhats" have surrounded him.

"Bronze Array?"

Ning Yi sneered, he pressed the cheek of a "Arhat" with one palm, covered it with five fingers, and instantly exerted force, and the Arhat was actually chiseled upside down by the thunder in his palm, collapsing a small tower wall.

It's like returning to Wind Thunder Mountain.

It's just that this time the bronze man seems to be slightly more durable than the one refined by the senior sister, and he doesn't have to worry about using too much force.

Fists and elbows, Ning Yi's whole body was everywhere, all of them were treasures that were refined like King Kong, and they poured out with a bang.

Eighteen "Arhats" who have been enshrined in the pagoda for many years and have obtained essence and blood, their bodies are originally as hard as treasures, but at this moment, under the confrontation with Ning Yi, one after another are thrown out.

Watching from the outside, bursts of thrilling hitting sounds sounded one after another in a very short period of time, like a torrential rain, and in an instant, the body of the Thousand Buddha Pagoda was smashed out of one bulge after another.

Ning Yi pressed the forehead of an Arhat, then pressed the head, and poured it to the ground, with a bang, the Thousand Buddha Pagoda trembled, and a huge spider web bloomed on the ground at the top of the tower, and the Arhat was trampled on the soles of Ning Yi's feet, and the palms of his hands pressed to the ground, and he wanted to stand up without knowing the pain, but the strength of the young man in the black shirt on his back was incredible.

His back had just lifted one

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The arc was broken by Ning Yi's re-stepping "click", and the whole person was embedded in the ground.

Ning Yi grabbed the arm of another golden-bodied Arhat, raised a kick, and handed it out with a knee hit, knocking on the door, smashing the golden-bodied Arhat with blood all over his face, but Ning Yi did not let go, but clenched the opponent's arm like shaking hemp rope, and in a very short period of time, after spinning seven or eight times in the air, he let go suddenly.

The golden-bodied Arhat, who lost consciousness, shot away in an instant, smashing the Thousand Buddha Pagoda towards the ground and began to collapse.

The black-robed figure with extremely fast speed shuttled through the golden-bodied Arhat Formation, which was gradually decreasing in number.

The physique of these "Arhats" is extremely strong and durable, and the purpose of stopping Ning Yi at this moment is also very simple.

Don't let him get close to the Buddha.

It's a pity that they can only stop for a moment.

......

......

A thousand pagodas collapsed, and the huge heart of the underground, the beating sound, became more and more obvious.

The sound of "bang", "bang" and "bang" is like a drum.

On the top floor of the pagoda, Ning Yi finally held down the heads of the two Arhats, smashed the two golden foreheads together, and smashed them to pieces, so that none of the eighteen "Arhats" flying out of the mural could stand up again.

Ning Yi was not without injuries...... His shoulders, waist, back, and bones everywhere were all beaten by those golden-bodied Arhats, and it was impossible to say that he was safe and sound, and it was impossible to be a monk of the same realm, no matter how strong his physique was, it was impossible to "kill completely".

Inch by inch purple glow flowed, enveloping Ning Yi.

These injuries are slowly healing.

What really made Ning Yi feel a little suffocated was the "momentum" of this ancient Buddha after he woke up.

The stupa will fall.

It's a pity that it was not the "ancient Buddha" who suppressed the pagoda.

Rather, this tower suppressed the "ancient Buddha".

After the tower body poured, the wind and rain were surging, and there was a wisp of immortal breath that had been sealed for many years, and it overflowed like this.

The thousand pagodas are more than ten zhang high, the murals are layered, thousands of ancient powers, the shadow is blurred at this moment, to break free from the stone wall, step on the auspicious clouds, and fly to the spire.

In the middle of nowhere.

Ning Yi raised his head and looked at the top of his head.

That ancient Buddha was as high as the zenith.

A hand was slowly raised.

Weeping clouds.

The palm is downward, and before it has completely begun to fall, the entire Thousand Buddha Pagoda can no longer stand such a majestic majesty, and it collapses "slowly".

The ancient Buddha is big, and the black shirt is small.

On all sides, there are huge stones that are shattered and splashed, with the brilliant blue Buddha light engraved for thousands of years, the wind and thunder are howling, and they fall to the earth.

Lanruo Temple collapsed, and a thousand pagodas fell.

Falling along with countless boulders, there was also a huge ancient Buddha and a young man in black who was wrapped in a "red gauze woman" with starlight.

The huge ancient Buddha's palm was pressed against the top of the black-shirted young man's head, and in the process of falling to the ground, he approached inch by inch.

Then there was a loud roar.

The dust settled.

The ancient Buddha pressed the young man with his palm.

......

......

It was pitch black on all sides.

There's a little bit of warm red glow.

Ning Yi's cheeks were stained with some blood, his eyes were clear, and he looked up at the top of his head, he was suppressed by the "Ancient Buddha" in the palm of his hand.

He stuck fine snow in the ground.

The warm red brilliance swept out of the wind and thunder ancient knife and rubbed into the eyebrows of the "red gauze woman".

So, the old, depleted woman's face, the corners of her eyes moved slightly.

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