The world is dark.

The sword qi of fine snow stretched out the peace within a radius of several feet.

Ning Yi squatted down, and he sent the soul of "Fu Qingfeng" in the Wind Thunder Ancient Knife back to her own body.

The young man rubbed his brow, and he let out a soft breath.

After doing this, he can be regarded as being able to give this woman a chance to break free from fate...... It's just that I don't know what will happen to Fu Qingfeng after he wakes up.

Ning Yi's eyes were a little complicated, he looked at the body destroyed by "grandma", and was silent.

The aging face slowly woke up, the eyelids trembled slightly, and after opening it, it was still a familiar bright light.

......

......

The world in front of Fu Qingfeng's eyes gradually became clear.

She looked at the face of the "scholar" after tearing off the skin, and reflected it in front of her eyes, the "scholar" named "Ning Chen" was originally much more aggressive, even if the eyebrows and eyes were soft at this moment, she could see the faint murderous aura between the eyebrows.

She coughed twice in a dull voice, and then suddenly asked softly, "Mr. Ning, is this what you are?"

Ning Yi was stunned.

He nodded, then held out a hand and pointed to the sky.

"Don't worry...... I'll send you out. ”

Ning Yi said hoarsely: "After you go out, I will find a way to help you repair your face and body...... I know a lot of great people who will definitely be cured. ”

When it came to the word "appearance", Fu Qingfeng was a little in a trance.

When she "returned", she felt her own pain, and the chill to the bones was gone, but it was replaced by bursts of tingling.

She raised a hand and looked at the wrinkles on the back of her palm.

Then take this hand and gently stroke your cheek.

Fu Qingfeng slowly closed his eyes.

She doesn't have a bronze mirror, and she doesn't need a bronze mirror, and at this moment, by touch, she can imagine what she looks like.

Fu Qingfeng closed the corners of his eyes, and two lines of tears flowed in pain.

The red gauze "woman" is no longer beautiful at this moment, grandma's evil qi invades the skin, and the complexion that was originally as white as fat jade is now plated with a layer of black gas, dull, not only that, but the cheeks that can be broken by blowing are born horizontal lines, and the hair is white and hanging down.

Since ancient times, beauties have been like famous generals, and they are not allowed to see white heads in the world.

Ning Yi watched this scene in silence.

He heard the woman's tears on her face, and asked with a smile, "Mr. Ning, is my current appearance very ugly?"

Ning Yi shook his head, his throat was hard, and he didn't know how to answer.

"Qingfeng never thought about it...... There will be a day when there will be a chance to leave this temple, this temple. ”

The woman with an aging face opened her eyes and said softly: "I am here, Lanruo Temple, Thousand Buddha Pagoda, sometimes reading scriptures, sometimes excerpting...... It is said that there is reincarnation in the world, killing people pays for life, and debts are repaid......"

The woman smiled: "Over the years, I have helped my grandmother kill a lot of people, and Qingfeng is deeply guilty, it is no longer a simple confession or two, you can clear it." ”

Ning Yi was stunned.

There was a trace of trance in Fu Qingfeng's eyes.

She thought of the fog in the forest the other day, the ghostly bonfire.

The picture in my mind, scene by scene, frame by frame.

A tear fell.

The red-gauze woman with a withered face murmured softly.

"Jun is not Ningchen, I am not Qingfeng ......"

So be it.

Then ...... So be it......

A fluttering red veil was blown up by the gratuitous wind and covered in front of Ning Yi.

The Wind Thunder Ancient Knife lost its color and fell to the ground, clattering.

Ning Yi ripped off the red yarn.

The white hair was like snow, and the whole body turned into a scattered streamer, flying and shattering.

The fragrance is lost, and the soul is scattered.

ended this painful life.

......

......

Everywhere there was a broken red streamer.

Fu Qingfeng's dreamy voice was still in his ears.

"Jun is not Ningchen, I am not Qingfeng ......"

Ning Yi thought that he could help her get rid of her "fate", but now that she thinks about it, this is indeed a joke......

The scabbard of fine snow trembled.

Ning Yi took off a corner of red yarn and put it in his waist bag.

"Miss Fu. He smiled bitterly.

The next moment.

Ning Yi's eyebrows were raised, and his eyes were occupied by murderous aura.

If the karma in this Lanruo Temple has a origin, then it is not the "grandmother" who stands at the root, but the "ancient Buddha" with an ethereal origin.

Yamajimaki, Shadow ...... It's all about it.

"It's up to you to try to suppress me?"

Ning Yi drew his sword with one hand, and the sword qi in the wall of the fine snow scabbard was surging, like setting off a great river wave.

A sword slashes out!

There is a huge Buddha sitting in a thousand pagodas, and there is a trace of horror in the Buddha's originally unwavering eyes, it does not feel pain, but at this moment, there is a touch of sharpness in his palm, which is unstoppable, and it penetrates out in an instant, and the back of his palm is chiseled out of a raised bump-

The Buddha sitting on the lotus throne was covered in golden light, and countless phantoms were cast behind him, and one after another huge arms spread out behind his back, with flowers and branches, and there were curved fingers.

The palm that had been pierced by the sword qi collapsed with golden light.

Immediately, an arm whistled down, and the palm of the palm was superimposed on the back of the palm!

With a "boom", the earth was smashed into two long streams of mud.

In the pouring rain, the ancient Buddha covered in golden light seemed to be suppressing some unruly "evil thing", and the arms behind it were unleashed one by one, waved and smashed down, and the palms were stacked on the backs of the palms.

A thousand hands!

However, after dozens of wrestling, the pressure of the last arm was not able to stop the "stubborn thing" that drew the sword out of the sheath!

"Tear up".

On the back of the golden palm, a black-shirted figure swept out, with a rich scarlet blood.

Not his.

It's its.

Ning Yi hovered above the Thousand Buddha Pagoda, the soles of his feet were the broken tiles of the pagoda and the Buddha's arms exuding golden holy brilliance.

He sneered and asked, "A thousand hands, if you steal this Buddha body, will it bleed?"

The sword qi pierced through the palms and backs of countless palms, and the ancient Buddha with a serene face was also in pain at this moment...... It's more of an anger than a "pain".

The Bodhisattva lowered his eyebrows, so there are six paths of compassion.

Now King Kong is angry.

Ning Yi didn't say anything more, carrying a sword like a stick, and the fine snow divinity turned into a long rainbow that broke through the sky.

"Smash!"

An overwhelming sword.

An unreasonable sword.

The Buddha who was entrenched like a mountain, the six-character mantra turned into an entity, flew out, and collided with Ning Yi!

Six huge ancient Sanskrit characters were shattered by this sword!

A sword from top to bottom, with wind, thunder and fire, opened the world and the earth, falling from the shoulder, sharpening iron like clay all the way to the lotus throne!

Ning Yi slashed off half of the ancient Buddha's arm with a sword, and when he was about to land, he was slapped by an angry golden light palm, and his whole body flew out sideways, spurting out a mouthful of blood in the air.

Next to Lanruo Temple is an old forest, Ning Yi crashed into the old forest, and his back directly knocked through an ancient tree hugged by three people, castration is unabated, from the sky above the old forest, it looks like a stone was thrown into the forest sea, a stone stirs up a thousand waves, and the cone-shaped ancient tree continues to collapse.

This ancient Buddha has practiced in the Thousand Buddha Pagoda for many years, and at this moment he has achieved a complete success, and he only needs to swallow that heart.

It had almost attained an "immortal body", and the entire Buddha body could not be killed, but after being cut off half of its shoulder by Ning Yi's sword, something that made it extremely shocking happened...... The majestic golden light covered the severed arm, and it could not be regenerated.

That half of the arm was slain into nothingness!

The Buddha's eyes were shocked and angry, and it stared at the old forest in the distance.

A sound of breaking through the air, like a dragon horn bow with a taut string, was loaded with wind and thunder, and suddenly pulled away!

The black-robed young man with his feet on the body of an old tree and his body parallel to the ground wiped the corners of his lips with the back of his hand.

The next moment.

The old forest set off a snow-like frenzy.

In an instant, he swept to the forehead of the ancient Buddha.

This time, it's no longer about half the arm.

Ning Yi held the fine snow upside down with both hands, held the hilt of the sword, and inserted it into the center of the eyebrows of the huge ancient Buddha, and a majestic amount of blood gushed out like a waterfall.

Ning Yi's eyes were cold.

Over the years, the dead people in Lanruo Temple have been sent to the Thousand Buddha Pagoda, and the "ancient Buddha" who does not know the origin of the "ancient Buddha" has been accepted as ordered, wanting to refine a "magic golden body" that has never been seen before.

In the blood gushing out at this moment, I don't know how many innocent lives were involved.

Damn it.

......

......

The Thousand Buddha Pagoda is in shambles.

An extremely sharp sword weapon was inserted into the center of the ancient Buddha's eyebrows, and an extremely sharp hoarse voice sounded within a radius of several miles.

Ning Yi inserted his hands into the fine snow and frowned.

The blade is not deep enough.

And his sword qi seems to be blocked by something......

This sword could have killed the opponent directly.

But now, it seems that there is still some shortcoming.

Ning Yi's face was expressionless, one foot stepped on the hilt of the sword, and then with this force, he jumped high.

Kill with a sword.

The fine snow sword weapon was like a swimming fish, and then the force of the blow of that kick chiseled into the depths.

There was scarlet blood on all sides, and inside the bright and holy Buddha on the outside, there was dirt inside, and countless unjust souls were illuminated by the sword qi, and they were directly evaporated by the sword qi.

A miserable cry sounded in the body of the ancient Buddha, and the fine snow passed all the way, and the sword qi was great.

This sword goes straight to the heart.

But then.

Ning Yi's face became a little pale, his body was still hanging in the air, and Shen Nian had already sensed the situation in the ancient Buddha's body...... The fine snow arrived at the location of the "heart".

It was empty.

There is no heart.

There was a loud whistling sound in the air.

Ning Yi was instantly hit by a fist glowing with golden light, and even the person was smashed into the ground.

A ray of golden light broke through the chest of the ancient Buddha, and the fine snow disemboweled, this injury that should have been killed by a thousand deaths seemed a little insignificant to it at this moment, even if it was the sword qi of the "sword bearer" who killed everything, it could only kill the souls in his body one by one.

The fine snow swept towards Ning Yi's position.

After the huge fist hit Ning Yi, it was immediately withdrawn, and another golden palm instantly took over, pressing the limbs of the black-shirted young man, and pressing the entire ground into a rising cobweb.

The rapidly sweeping flying sword was about to pierce through the golden light palm when it was flicked by a huge finger, like a lightning strike.

The ancient Buddha who lost one arm still has countless arms on the other.

Ning Yi's mind was a little slackened by the punch just now, and King Kong's physique was scattered.

Only the "fine snow" of the natal consciousness was slapped by the countless arms of the ancient Buddha, and the fingertips flicked, turning into a gradually fading streamer, and finally stabbed a Buddha palm, and was tightly twisted by two bright fingers, and the breath was drummed again and again, depleting the long-accumulated divinity......

The Thousand Buddha Pagoda was dead silent.

The huge ancient Buddha, enduring the pain to the bones, leaned down, knocked the palm of one hand into the earth, and the five fingers clenched the ground very deeply.

Raise your arms sharply.

He pulled out a huge, still hot beating heart.