A vast expanse of light burst out of the stone Buddha's meditation chamber and turned into a surging sword that pierced the back of the Jizo Bodhisattva.

The "Sword of Light" stabbed out of Jiechen's chest and picked out a puff of golden Buddha blood.

The pupils constricted, and the young man who was about to condense into a small black dot still couldn't understand this piece of light when his consciousness dissipated...... Why, exactly?

Where did it come from......

It was dark in front of his eyes.

"Master......"

His soul was almost directly dispersed by this light.

This is not the force that impacts on the **, and the blood of the Buddha is not a serious injury, and it will not let the original owner of this body die.

This piece of light...... It's to erase the darkness.

Who is Dark?

In the sky above Lingshan, there was a blazing firework, accompanied by the Guangming Jian to break through the stone Buddha quiet room, this firework soared, swept to the nine heavens, and then exploded in the ghost city in the clouds!

"Bang-"

Ten thousand ghosts are easy to solve.

Yin and yang reversal.

The dark night of the entire Lingshan turned into day at the moment when the fireworks bloomed!

The rain of light in the sky fell from the dome and shot towards the land of Lingshan, and those "shoe disciples" who took advantage of the chaos to mingle with the Obon Festival of Lingshan screamed and fled, but this magnificent power penetrated the body of every practitioner without omission, and the pious Buddhist disciples only felt warm, and those who believed in darkness were beaten to pieces.

The ancient city of Lingshan was splashed with blood one after another.

The gate was locked at Song Jinglian's request.

There was no way for those shoe cultists to escape...... The fire of this prosperous world rises, the light rain falls, and all vanity will eventually be shattered!

......

......

Over the grotto.

Quit Dust let out an angry roar.

A soul that has been detached from the body, struggling extremely reluctantly, but is beaten away from the twisted fire body of the Jizo Bodhisattva by fireworks.

All that was left was an empty soul shell.

The huge, Jizo Bodhisattva's Dharma body dissolved into the light.

"It's dark...... But there is still light. ”

Ning Yi held the fine snow and looked at Jiechen indifferently, "The victory and defeat have been divided, Jiechen, you have already lost." ”

Dead.

A strong wind blows.

A very soft whisper rang out.

"I ...... Already...... Defeated?"

The lonely soul had no anger or pain in its eyes, only a blank look.

Jiechen, who was beaten by the light and separated his soul, is like a lost child.

He hovered above the Lingshan Grottoes, twisting his head slowly and looking around...... This young soul gradually bent its back at this moment, outlining an arc, and after a while, its body was rickety, returning to the state of "old age", and there was a kind of desolation of "not long life" in its bones.

Jiechen stretched out a hand, wanting to touch something.

He saw the light...... In the piercing, yet warm light, there was a vague outline.

Majestic memories are surging like a tide.

Poured into the sea of gods.

......

......

When he just entered the spiritual mountain, the ivy of the stone Buddha meditation room had not yet climbed the stone wall, spring went to winter, the years withered and glorious, but the master's door was always like spring all year round......

Senior Brother Shao Yun, Senior Brother Gu Xing, and Master......

The human heart is inherently good.

He forgot when he started, and the smiling face in that bronze mirror was no longer innocent.

The arguments with the master became more and more.

When a person learns

The more.

The more he questioned.

About Master's "Dharma", "Morality", "Sentient Beings...... He gradually went from questioning, to opposition, and eventually seemed to lose a balanced cognition...... Completely on the opposite side.

So he decided to leave Lingshan.

And after many years.

Life and death turned, and he finally returned here again.

Jie Chen, who was in a state of soul thoughts, looked at the blurred outline, opened his arms, and was overwhelmed by the grand light...... Thus dissolved into nothingness.

Again...... Embrace the light.

Say goodbye to the world.

......

......

The sound of "bells".

Ning Yi fell to the ground, his expression was complicated, watching the ring dust being dispersed by the majestic energy and completely annihilated, and the bronze mirror that shook out the sudden brilliance seemed to have exhausted all his savings at this moment...... The mirror lost its original brilliance, turned into an unpretentious ancient mirror again, and fell at his feet.

Ning Yi picked up the "Guangming Jian" and muttered, "Fortunately, I have you...... Otherwise, it's bad. ”

Master Shao Yun is a great virtue of great wisdom.

The wisdom here lies not only in the fact that every word he said to Ning Yi in the Temple of Light was a golden sentence, but in his trust in Ning Yi.

Shao Yun let go of the "portal dispute" that had been precipitated in Lingshan for a hundred years.

Ning Yi is just a "guest" who came here for the first time, he can hand over the future of the entire Lingshan to him so assured, and he believes that Ning Yi can play the role of "audience" well...... This kind of wisdom, this kind of courage, is by no means what he said when he laughed at himself.

Of the three disciples under the Void Cloud Seat, he has the worst talent.

The three disciples of Xuyun Harvest...... Only Master Shao Yun is the one who really sees the "light".

Quit dust, have walked, and have embarked on a road of no return.

These two people are going deeper and deeper on the wrong path, and they can't extricate themselves, looking back now, it is very ironic, I wonder if when Shao Yun breaks through the fog of the future, will he feel that this is a "shame of the teacher"?

The biggest mutineer in Lingshan is among Xuyun's apprentices.

There is no need for external forces at all.

Collapse within yourself.

Ning Yi picked up the dust-stained "Guangming Jian", his eyes were emotional, his fingers rubbed, wiped the dust off the mirror, and put it in his clothes.

He looked up.

Another body fell from the air.

The lark was completely unconscious, and there was a large "Jincan" blood stain on his chest, which was pierced by the light, but it was not a fatal injury.

The light in the stone Buddha's meditation room only dispelled the soul of the master who lived in his body...... but did not obliterate him.

The lark is innocent.

He fell to the ground, stirring up a circle of golden ripples, because of the wish of Jizo Bodhisattva, so the skylark fell from the sky, not injured, his breathing was very even, as if he had fallen into a deep sleep.

Ning Yi's expression was complicated.

The battle between today and the cessation of dust...... Both sides are not at the peak, and it is difficult to compare which is stronger and which is weaker.

If his "Character Scroll" accumulates vitality and can return to the level of the battle with the Eastern Emperor, then even if the opponent is a fully awakened Jizo Bodhisattva, Ning Yi will not fall into disadvantage.

Jiechen is not the original owner of this body.

He is too superstitious about the power of "twisting fire", and it stands to reason that the ancient Jizo Bodhisattva, who is one step away from the immortal mythical existence, is indeed invincible in the Star Realm.

But Ning Yi is the sword bearer who is in charge of the three heavenly books.

If it is the realm of the stars of life, both of them are at their peak, so some fights, the victory or defeat cannot be said

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This is also the reason why Ning Yi has mixed emotions...... After experiencing the sword competition with Zhang Junling, Ning Yi had an extremely accurate assessment of his strength.

Destiny Realm.

Not only fight all over the invincible opponents of the demon clan.

Here in the Great Sui, there will be no opponent for him.

But the Jizo Bodhisattva, who twists the fire, is an exception.

"Anyway...... In the future, they will no longer be antagonistic as enemies. He smiled, and a touch of divinity swept from his fingertips, spreading a barrier around the lark and letting him fall into a deep sleep.

Ning Yi took a deep breath, exerted his worldly speed, and returned to the top of the mountain before.

Song Yiren hugged the cinnabar girl, who had already fallen in a pool of blood in a blur, Ning Yi squatted down, gritted his teeth, and squeezed out the only remaining vitality in the "Guangming Jian", protecting the two of them.

He struggled to make his voice sound steady.

"Hold on...... The mutation in Lingshan has been calmed down. ”

The Song Yi people began to wake up.

Song Yiren was in a trance and heard Ning Yi's voice in his ears.

His brow furrowed, his eyes still open, and he let out a painful "uh" in his throat, then spoke softly.

"Cinnabar?"

Hoarseness.

The woman who slept peacefully in her arms did not respond in the slightest.

"Cinnabar??"

The Song Yi people panicked even more.

Ning Yi gently put one hand on his friend's shoulder, and hurriedly smiled and comforted: "Don't worry...... Cinnabar Girl's luck is excellent, and it seems that there is some treasure weapon to protect her heart......"

Song Yiren breathed a deep sigh of relief.

He opened his eyes with difficulty, and what he saw was Ning Yi's caring face, but the first time he raised his hand to lift the red scale armor of cinnabar, he saw a pendant tied to the woman's snow-white neck, and her chest was pierced by a cane, and the pendant was sunk in the blurred flesh and blood at the moment, but it was surrounded by a silver-white brilliance, constantly flashing brilliance.

The warm air machine swept into a soft net.

Mending the vitality of cinnabar.

"Near the water...... Immortal Lock......"

Song Yiren muttered into a memory.

He didn't know that before Changbai Mountain parted, Song Que, who had been contemplating the artistic conception of life and death, personally gave cinnabar a pendant.

This is the most important thing on Song Que's body, which can save the owner's life at a critical time, and at the moment when this pendant is given, Song Que has already identified with the identity of cinnabar.

It is no longer the "immortal lock" that is used as a tool to sacrifice oneself and preserve the pure lotus.

is his precious "daughter-in-law".

Song Yiren wiped a handful of tears fiercely, hugged the thin body extremely hard, and a difficult choked throat burst out of his throat, with fear, sadness, emotion, and mixed tastes.

Ning Yi saw it in his eyes and smiled silently.

He took two steps and squatted in front of the "red candle", the red oil-paper umbrella that was used as a girl's pillow, the umbrella surface had been broken after the explosion of the Xingjun, and at this moment the cloth was flying, like a red flower that was about to be blown down.

It could wither at any time.

Ning Yi put his hands around the crook of the girl's legs, the back of her neck, and gently picked her up.

With a thin body, a white gauze skirt, light as a straw, Ning Yi didn't dare to push too hard...... At this moment, the girl is cold, like a piece of ice, which seems to melt away at any time.

Ning Yi looked down the mountain.

The door of the Stone Buddha Ashram...... It's on.

In that ancient secret room full of light, there was something that he had been looking for thousands of miles to seek.

Hope to cure the girl.