As soon as Hui Yi Bodhi leaf flicked it, he summoned the relics out of the bowl and flew in the direction of Yan Ruyu, flying around her.

And the twelve monks also closed their eyes and read the scriptures, and the sound of the Buddha surrounded her, making her feel slightly at ease.

"Purple Lotus!" Yan Ruyu said.

The purple lotus flickered slightly, and Yan Ruyu was the same as before, and the dantian emitted a purple pale light.

One of the twelve relics stopped, and a slip of ink-colored scripture was withdrawn from its body, rushing into the purple light, entering Yan Ruyu's dantian, and being absorbed by the purple lotus again.

One after another, one by one, the relics were concocted in the same way, until finally, the twelve relics stopped.

Zilian's body was also full of curse marks, and she should have returned the scriptures, but she didn't return for a long time.

Yan Ruyu discovered its abnormality, it's not that Zilian doesn't want to, but she can't do it?

"Hall Master Yan?" Hui's expression changed slightly for 10,000 years, according to the speed of the last time, the supplemented scriptures should have returned to their places, why is there no movement now.

Yan Ruyu glanced at him and said, "Master, don't be impatient. ”

She tried to mobilize the power of the Eight Desolations to rush to Purple Lotus.

The Pioneer Taixu had already given advice, and if his advice was correct, the power of the Eight Desolations should come in handy.

The golden power of the Eight Desolations enveloped the purple lotus, and for a moment the purple light and golden light flashed.

After a while, a mass of black characters floated out and returned to the relics of the outside world. With the beginning, the following verses are finally put into place, filling all twelve relics.

The twelve relics suddenly shone brightly, no longer faint as before, but bright!

"The female benefactor is really a destined person of my Buddhism!"

Yan Ruyu heard this sentence again, and couldn't help but secretly turn over a white knife, the name of the destined person is too easy to use, this one is used up, and that one is used again, is there nothing else to marvel at?

She is not in the mood to take care of this now, she found that although the power of the Eight Desolations is somewhat useful, it is actually not as exaggerated as it is too false, but if there is no power of the Eight Desolations, it will take longer with Zilian herself.

Maybe half a day, maybe a day, to spit out other people's scriptures.

"Foodies also have a day when they are choked. Yan Ruyu thought to herself.

The spell marks on the purple lotus had disappeared, and they had been absorbed by it again, Yan Ruyu didn't know what it was good to absorb these spell marks, and she planned to ask about it in the future.

Holding the bowl, Keiichi took out the relics in it and struck them at the stele, and when the relics broke, the scriptures appeared on the stele.

Yan Ruyu was a little shocked, and said: "Master, why do you want to do this more, the scriptures will be reproduced without relics." ”

Since she has some understanding of Buddhist cultivation and knows what the relics represent, it is too extravagant to crash and destroy it like this.

Keiichi was in a good mood, although he didn't grin, but the corners of his lips were always hooked, and he threw another relic, which broke again.

Yan Ruyu: "......"

Only the scriptures that have been treated in this way will be preserved forever and will not disappear again. Keiichi explained leisurely.

For some reason, his tone was filled with joy and pathos.

Yan Ruyu quickly figured it out, happy that the scriptures could be preserved, and sad that she had to pay such a big price. The dead have already died, leaving behind relics, and those who have not died are also about to die for the sake of the Buddhist inheritance.

Huiyi broke the remaining relics one by one, and all the scriptures on the stele were fully returned, the stele was still the old stele, but the spirit of the scriptures was completely different.

"Hall Master Yan, let's come back. Keiichi said.

Yan Ruyu was stunned for a moment, and asked tentatively: "Wusheng Sect, are there many relics?"

Keiichi broke his achievements one after another today, and he said in a sad tone: "There are not many, there are only more than a thousand left." ”

Yan Ruyu: "......"

The sadness disappeared all of a sudden, okay, there are more valuable things, and they become worthless, she is the poor, what is the grief for the rich.

Yan Ruyu wept in her heart and nodded, "Okay." ”

The twelve monks coughed again and again, as if their lives were about to reach the limit, but the expressions on their faces were extremely ruddy, if they didn't know that they were going to die, Yan Ruyu felt that they were about to recover.

"Okay, well, I didn't expect that Lao Wei would still be alive to see the scriptures reappear one day. "The voice is hoarse, there is not much strength left, from this time on, to hold on until all the stone tablets are completed, only the powerful divine soul remains.

"Second Master, are you okay?" Hui Yi hurriedly asked.

The second master looked at Hui Yi with a little majesty, and then he was relieved, and said gently: "Hui Yi, your emotions are exposed. We old bones don't care about cultivating our minds, but you have to remember them from time to time. ”

Keiichi put away his emotions and nodded.

Yan Ruyu was a little dumbfounded when she heard it next to her, it turned out that it was not her nature, but she deliberately withheld her emotions. These people who cultivate Buddhism are really unbearable, and they are simply contrary to her way.

Then they repeated the same action, and it was still twelve relics. Hui Yi danced that strange dance similar to a sacrifice, and Yan Ruyu prepared the power of the Eight Desolations early.

At this time, outside the Tibetan Monument Tower, there was also a lot of upheaval.

The movement of the living beings became louder and louder, and a ghostly monster appeared. They have no true form, they are all transformed from the whirlpool, and they are scrambling to attack the Tibetan Tablet Tower.

Most of the disciples of the Wusheng Sect who tried their best to resist were already exhausted and fainted to the ground, and only a small number of old monks with high cultivation could barely support them.

Bang!

Under the fierce collision, the roof of the Tibetan Monument Tower suddenly exploded.

The earth collapsed, and the entire Tibetan stele building fell to the ground, revealing the stele inside, as well as Yan Ruyu and others inside.

However, the Sumeru technique of this space has not been broken, so the stele has not become larger, and it is still in its original state. Outside them, there is a faint barrier to protect them, and the monsters of all beings are desperate to attack this side.

Yan Ruyu's divine sense has actually seen it a long time ago, but at this time, when it is seen with the naked eye, the senses are different.

The monsters that come out of all living beings are very fierce, violent, evil, and full of all negative energy, which is exactly the opposite of Buddhahood.

"These monsters are condensed by the evil spirit of the world. This battle between the Yunlan Realm and the Dark Demon Realm has added a lot of negative aura to this space, enhancing their strength, and becoming much more violent and ferocious than before. Keiichi said calmly.

Yan Ruyu suddenly realized, it turned out that the Wusheng Sect was still silently doing such things for the world, if it weren't for them, maybe the Yunlan Realm would already be full of murderous things.

At this moment, she recognized the existence of the Wusheng Sect, and in her heart she revered it to the level of the Jiuhua Sect and the Shura Palace.