Sanzang Buddha let out a sigh of relief, the Buddha light on his body dissipated, and he reached out to withdraw the glass Buddha beads.

Suddenly, a tearing pain came, his face changed slightly, he looked down, only to see the golden body faded on the abdomen, the monk's robe was torn, and a deep knife suddenly appeared, the five organs inside were broken, the knife qi was twisted and raging, and there was golden Buddha blood, gurgling out.

Sanzang's pupils shrank, but he didn't expect this magic knife to be so domineering, the blade had not been unsheathed, he had already been cut off, if he hadn't had the Arhat golden body to protect his body, most of them would have died under the knife at this moment, becoming a wisp of revenant.

At that moment, he took a deep breath and discarded distracting thoughts, put the magic knife aside, sat down again, and silently used his skills to heal his injuries and refine the sword qi.

At this time, the magic knife has changed its appearance, and the entire scabbard of the knife body, although it is still simple and black, but the top of the knife body is densely covered with Buddhist scriptures and seal characters as thin as tadpoles, and the golden light on it flows, exuding a vast and peaceful atmosphere, and the sound of the knife whistle is like a void Sanskrit sound.

However, it was imprinted on it by the Sanzang Buddha with all the Buddhist scriptures, the Diamond Sutra, and the two supreme Buddhist scriptures, and the Dapudu glazed Buddha light forcibly cast spells on it, and temporarily sealed the monstrous murderous aura in the knife.

It's just that this seal is not stable, and it needs to be maintained from time to time, once this knife kills and drinks blood, the power of the Buddhist scripture seal will be greatly weakened.

With the increase in killings, the momentum of the magic knife is getting stronger and stronger, and it is only a matter of time before the seal is broken, and there is a possibility of backlash at any time.

When the time comes, it will be even more difficult to suppress it.

After a long time, the Sanzang Buddha finally expelled and refined the xenomorph sword qi in his body, and immediately, his body was shocked, his qi and blood were like cicadas, and there was a majestic and rich life essence, surging and roaring in his body, and the seemingly hideous wound was restored in an instant, and even the organs in his body that were crushed were condensed and rebuilt.

There was not the slightest sign of injury.

After a while, Sanzang Buddha reopened his eyes, and his indifferent and calm face also showed a trace of tiredness at this time, and his eyes looked at the magic knife not far away beside him, and he was a little frightened.

This magic knife was even more domineering than he expected, the knife qi that invaded his body seemed to be a mess, but in fact, it was as thin as a gossamer, tough as a match, and as soon as it entered the body, it was scattered, wandering around the body, constantly devouring the blood and qi to grow, like a maggot on the tarsal bone, it was difficult to eliminate refining at all.

But as long as there is a trace of sword qi left and lurking in his body, it will bring endless disasters in the future.

It was precisely because he exhausted his mind and stripped off the cocoon little by little, pulling out and refining the sword qi in his body, that he looked so tired and exhausted.

Sanzang Buddha shook his head, when he saw this magic knife before, he thought it was another adventure, but he didn't expect it to be a hot potato, tasteless to eat, and it was a pity to abandon it.

Although this knife is powerful, it can't be used by him at all, and staying by his side will only cause endless harm, so it seems that he still has to find a way to send this knife out quickly.

It's just that good steel needs to be used on the blade, and such a powerful weapon can't be given away in vain.

At this time, a cold wind struck, the clouds and mist were thin and dispersed, through the hazy drizzle, the Buddha of Sanzang seemed to see the outside of the mountain, hunting with flags, murderous spirit, a huge torrent, shaking the mountains and forests, is rushing here.

A man and a horse, suddenly volleyed up, people like tigers, horses like dragons, fell directly into a large river dozens of zhang wide, Ling Bo flew, horses' hooves smoked, pitch black figures, fast as a thunderstorm, disappeared in the blink of an eye, rushed into the thick fog.

Under the thick fog, the fog was foggy, and the vision was blurred, but the young man had no scruples, riding his horse on the avenue, walking as fast as a tiger, and going deeper and deeper into the depths of the dense fog, without losing a single inch.

Amidst the shouts, the iron cavalry of the army followed closely behind, but no one was left behind and lost his way.

"Amitabha, the owner of the sword, is here!"

A glint flashed in the eyes of the Sanzang Buddha, and with a smile on his face, he turned around and went down the mountain.

The sky is blue and the moon is winding.

On the cliff, the remnants of the monument were broken, the earth was cracked, and there was no longer a trace of life, but in addition to the people leaving, what disappeared and took away together was the dark magic knife hidden in the ancient monument!

.................

Fangcun Mountain, Xuantian Sect.

One minute, five minutes, a quarter of an hour, half an hour, three hours, five hours.......

From dark to moonset, the monstrous sword river seems to span eternal, boundless, Nezha in the sword river washed and slaughtered, again and again the flesh and bones are cut into powder, and again and again tenaciously resurrected and reborn, in five hours, he no longer knows how many times he has died.

From the first terrible roar, scolding and roaring heaven and earth, to the later fear and wailing, bitter pleading, and finally boundless pain and torture, and a crying and bloody roar on the verge of despair.

Nezha, it's already collapsed!

This can be seen from his dull eyes, there are some clues, his whole person has fallen into despair and numbness, no one knows, this mouth of the divine sword through the heart, how terrifying.

This is not only a physical punishment, but also a spiritual and will pain, every sword pierced, can reunite the three souls and seven spirits that have been dispersed from his immortal body.

A sword pierces the heart, a sword kills the soul, and it is constantly repeated!

If it weren't for his own cultivation strength, and the supreme treasure of the meritorious golden lotus, he would have refined it into a lotus flower incarnation and protected his body, immortal and indestructible.

If you were an ordinary immortal, you would have been in this boundless capital punishment long ago, and your form and spirit would have perished, and you would have fallen and died.

Of course, Nezha, who is now worse than dead, would rather die than continue to suffer such torture as Jianhe Guanti.

Everyone watched from below, even if four or five hours had passed, they were still numb in their scalps and cold all over their bodies, during which the disciples couldn't help but plead for Nezha, hoping that they could be light.

However, they didn't know that this kind of power that could control the Prison Immortals was simply beyond the control of Xuan Chou, at least not now.

So in the face of intercession, he was just indifferent, looking hard-hearted, and didn't explain anything.

In the eyes of Little Fox and Gong Qingchen, they were both respectful and awe-inspiring, and once again felt the majesty of the sect master, killing ruthlessly.

It is precisely because of this that whenever the sect encounters a crisis in the future, these elders have always stood firmly on the side of the sorrow and defended the sect to the death.

In addition to the loyalty to the sorrow and the sense of belonging to the Xuantian Sect, there is no fear at work today.

If they betray it, what will happen to them in the future?

The answer is chilling to think about.