At the top of the volcano, a golden skeleton watched as a person below was struggling in the volcano, and that person did not emit the slightest fluctuation of spiritual power. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

The golden skeleton was naturally the Blood Buddha, and the one struggling in the volcanic magma was naturally Zhao Wuxian.

Zhao Wuxian was already covered in blood at this moment, and the scorching of the volcano was unbearable, and whenever he was about to collapse, the skeletal finger of the Blood Buddha pointed at Zhao Wuxian's void, and a golden energy entered Zhao Wuxian's body.

Zhao Wuxian could clearly feel that there were two forces entangled in his body at this moment, one was with endless power, and naturally it was the scorching fire poison that belonged to the magma. And the other is naturally the golden energy shot out of the blood Buddha's hand, there seems to be infinite vitality in the golden energy, and whenever the fire poison energy of the magma appears, it is the repair of the golden energy.

This magma fire poison not only rolled in Zhao Wuxian's meridians, but also destroyed in his muscles, and Zhao Wuxian could feel that his whole body was everywhere without pain, tearing everywhere. Only the golden energy can feel a little soothing in it when it is repaired.

But this is not enough, the magnification of pain will always be more remembered and cared for than happiness.

It is also strange to say, the Blood Buddha is obviously just a skeleton, but this vitality seems to be inexhaustible to him. Zhao Wuxian was even more jealous of this Blood Buddha in his heart.

He once suspected that this Blood Buddha seemed to have some intentions, some conspiracy against him, or to take away the sacrifice, or to eat blood, which is explained in the notes of the ancestor, that is, some people of the Demon Dao like to use human flesh and blood to increase their own cultivation, and even break through themselves to prove the Demon Dao.

But at this moment, he had doubts in his heart, he couldn't guess the meaning of the Blood Buddha, and he didn't understand what the Blood Buddha was talking about.

"Is this the devil?"

Enduring the torment of magma fire poison, Zhao Wuxian glanced at the Blood Buddha in the sky and guessed in his heart.

The Blood Buddha just looked coldly at the sky from beginning to end, he seemed to be able to sense Zhao Wuxian's limit, whenever Zhao Wuxian was on the verge of collapse, that golden light energy would come as scheduled, and that moment was also the most refreshing time for Zhao Wuxian.

The fire mark on Zhao Wuxian's eyebrows was always flickering, and he seemed to be unimpressed by Zhao Wuxian's masochistic tempering, and the red light seemed to flash out several times, but they were all suppressed by Zhao Wuxian.

Because Zhao Wuxian could clearly feel the benefits of this destruction, his body had obvious changes at every moment, and at this moment, Zhao Wuxian could feel that his body was already too strong.

Moreover, Zhao Wuxian could sense that there was a faint energy in his body that was constantly running, and he guessed in his heart that even if the Blood Buddha did not input that golden energy, he would not collapse. The fluctuation of that energy is not large, but it seems to be everywhere in the body, with a faint cyan brilliance, whether in the meridians or in the flesh and blood, there is a trace of energy that has been silently repaired.

Zhao Wuxian couldn't help but think of some of the things that his master Qingyunzi asked him to do when he first entered Guishan and entered Guizong.

Running around the mountains!

Soak in an unknown liquid when you come back!

Could it be that this is some of the preparations that the master made for himself at that time?

Thinking about it now, it was numb, itchy, and at that time he was still wondering why this master did this, after those things were over, Zhao Wuxian only felt that his body was a little stronger, maybe surpassing mortals, but there was not much obvious change.

But this moment is different, Zhao Wuxian understands Qing Yunzi's thoughts, which is the preparation for this moment, but what he is puzzled about is that since the Blood Buddha itself is from the Buddha Sect, the Buddha Sect attaches great importance to spiritual cultivation, although it is undeniable that some of the exercises of the Buddha Sect have the technique of forging the body, but these are few people who practice.

Because in the cognition of Buddhism, the spirit is the source, even if it is destroyed, the spirit can still be relied on. The Buddha has a cloud: The human body is like a stinky skin, and only when a person dies can he be like bliss!

Ordinary people of the Buddha Sect rarely practice the art of forging the body, but why did this Blood Buddha let himself refine his body like this?

After the Buddha enters the spiritual base, it generally swallows some strong pills and spiritual herbs, and rushes through the threshold of the physical foundation with spiritual power and barely passable **. But in this way, the **obvious and really honed** body base is still much worse.

These questions lingered in Zhao Wuxian's head, but no matter how he questioned or disagreed, he wouldn't say anything, because at this moment, he knew that this Blood Buddha was not his master Qingyunzi, and at this moment he was a fish and a sword.

Zhao Wuxian had no right to resist.

Zhao Wuxian actually didn't resist in his heart, although this Blood Buddha didn't look ordinary terrifying, but after all, he felt a little temper, as long as he didn't violate his bottom line, and he was in need of strength.

In the past, Zhao Wuxian's wish was just to live like an ordinary person, but Qingyunzi gave him a different life and made him understand that in this world, the strong are endless, and the controllers of the world are always these strong people.

He understood from the Heavenly Palace, Qiu Yao's blood on the Apocalypse Mountain, the master's battle against the Nine Immortals, and the pursuit of the great monk that these were just some waves rolling on the way, and all strength was the root of speech.

If his strength is enough, how can grandma disappear? How could Qiu Yao bleed? How could Red Lotus not wake up?

Thinking of this, Zhao Wuxian took a deep breath, and a trace of unprecedented firmness flashed in his eyes.

Wiping his lips, the kiss left by the red lotus in the moment before she fell asleep set off a faint wave in Zhao Wuxian's heart, and then his body sank even more into some magma.

The Blood Buddha had been observing Zhao Wuxian all the time, and he could obviously feel some changes in Zhao Wuxian, and the momentum in his body seemed to have changed somewhat, but he couldn't tell what he felt.

The head of the Blood Buddha's skeleton bowed slightly, let out a piercing laugh, and said, "I'm really reluctant, this disciple is not bad, it's a pity!" ”

As night fell, Zhao Wuxian was finally lifted out of the magma by the Blood Buddha with a skeletal golden claw. Zhao Wuxian slumped to the ground, greedily breathing in the air of this moment.

Immediately, Dantian Chong came with a burst of longing, a trace of enlightenment flashed in his mind, and he suddenly turned over, sat cross-legged, and began to operate the exercises, and the red and blue colors on his body began to flicker constantly, and the light and extinguish were uncertain. The spiritual power in the body is already like a torrent collapsing.

Zhao Blood Buddha fell from the sky, did not land, and looked at Zhao Wuxian who was kneeling cross-legged in the crater, the green fire in his eyes jumped slightly. I am more sure of the previous statement, and I regret it even more.

However, it is said that the time flow is extremely fast, and March has passed.

Zhao Wuxian was still in the volcanic magma, but at this time, he was no longer as painful as when he first entered, a faint trace of golden light energy occasionally appeared on his skin, and the golden light energy in his body was even richer. However, there were still some flashes of blue light in its bones and flesh, as if it had never appeared.

Zhao Wuxian opened his eyes, felt the scorching heat of the magma, waved his hand carelessly, emerged from the magma, and rose into the air slightly, the magma seemed to be roaring and rolling at Zhao Wuxian, Zhao Wuxian felt some of the power of his body, his bones made a crackling sound, and the shorthand punched out into the magma.

The space was pressed by a strong force, producing a strong sound of breaking the sky, and then a punch in the air slammed into the magma to form a depression, and the magma seemed to roar and roll in anger. Zhao Wuxian smiled faintly, but he didn't care.

The punch just now did not have the slightest supernatural fluctuation.

Zhao Wuxian was slightly satisfied in his heart, and looked at the Blood Buddha who was looking at him from above in the sky.

"It's still too slow!"

The Blood Buddha had no expression, but he could detect dissatisfaction in his voice.

"But it's almost time!

Hey, don't blame me if you accidentally die! ......"

The shrill laughter seemed to be sarcastic to Zhao Wuxian. Zhao Wuxian didn't care, but he grasped a point in the Blood Buddha's words and said, "The time is about the same? How is the time almost up? ”

The green fire in the eyes of the Blood Buddha pulsed slightly, snorted lightly, and said, "I know that you must have a question in your heart, the Buddha Sect has always paid no attention to the art of refining the body, why did you practice so hard?" ”

"A group of short-sighted guys, but they don't know that the Buddha has built a golden body, and the Taoist sect also attaches more importance to the cultivation of this ** than the Buddhist sect.

But don't confuse me with those people, although I am also from the Buddhist sect, and when I first cultivated, I only practiced some basic Buddhist exercises, just like some people now, but after I cultivated, I re-cultivated the body forging technique, otherwise, how can you see my skeleton cautious today?

I just say that the time has come because the 5,000-year grand ceremony of the Tianjing Sect should have begun!

I count the days day and night, thousands of years! Counting the days day by day! ”

Suddenly, a trace of anger flashed in the eyes of the Blood Buddha, and he suddenly turned his head to look at Zhao Wuxian and continued, "Do you know how I have lived these thousands of years?

You don't know, I've been waiting for so many years, and now they're celebrating 5,000 years of celebration and inviting fellow believers to sing the praises of me as the founder! But ......"

A hint of madness flashed in the Blood Buddha's eyes, and when he saw Zhao Wuxian take a few steps back one after another, he was horrified in his heart, and couldn't help but say, "But what? ”

"However, if on this day, I personally went to destroy the Heavenly Pure Sect, don't you say, isn't it funny? Isn't it crazy? Isn't that interesting? Hahaha......"

The green fire in the blood Buddha's eyes was already beating wildly, and a layer of blood quietly spread to the green fire, which looked even more weird. In the wild laughter, the breath of the blood Buddha suddenly burst out, Rui Hou looked up to the sky and roared, the sky was like thunder, strong spiritual power fluctuations surged from all directions, the blood Buddha stood in the center of the spiritual power, and the strong wind brought by the strong spiritual power made Zhao Wuxian narrow his eyes.

Strands of flesh and blood were growing rapidly, and the golden skeleton would never be seen again. When the storm was over, a man looked up to the sky and laughed wildly.

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