The sound of "boom".

Everything was quiet.

Ning Yi pressed the tin rod with one hand, and the nine golden cane buckles on the top of the crown were shattered before, and at this moment, the entire vajra tin rod, ninety percent of the parts were inserted into the wall of the snow-capped mountain, only the crown at the end was left, the body of the monk had been shattered, a dry bone, and the pilgrim he saw when he opened his eyes on the top of the Dizang Bodhisattva Temple.

The chest of the "Jizo Bodhisattva", the flesh and blood have long been worn out, and the long years have eroded his flesh and blood to the ground, just now it is estimated that it is a kind of secret technique against the enemy, this kind of technique Ning Yi has never seen, and now this tin staff has smashed the sternum into depression and shattering, and the entire skeleton is scattered, when Ning Yi let go of his hands, this "fake Bodhisattva" who was previously majestic and majestic was scattered at this moment.

Ning Yi stood at the foot of the Great Snow Mountain.

He looked at the dead "pilgrim" with a blank face, and said, "If you still have a breath, I would like to know what is going on here." ”

Among the evil arts in the Eastern Realm is the technique of "soul searching".

With Ning Yi's current divine soul attainment, if he didn't shy away from the cruelty of this method, he could indeed forcibly search for the soul on the other side to scrape the information he wanted.

He looked back at the turbulent "tofu blocks", some of which had been damaged in the previous fight, where the "pilgrims" had lived for many years.

If there is such a "false bodhisattva" exists.

Then these "foolish people" are no longer unreasonable, but quite reasonable.

"It can make the human beings of the demon race free in the world...... This is simply a lie. Ning Yi muttered to himself, he didn't open his heavenly eyes, but when he looked at those risky and turbulent wooden houses, his eyes fluctuated faintly.

It was as if I had seen the "pilgrims" who had moved in and walked hard.

From anticipation, to setback, to determination.

And then in the end, brainwashed and convinced.

"This is a scam at all, there are no saints, there is no faith, the gods, bodhisattvas, Buddhas, here are all fake, the people behind these fabrications, just want their 'wishing power'. ”

Ning Yi lowered his eyebrows and stared at the "Jizo Bodhisattva" who had turned into powder and fell.

Whether it is Buddhism or Taoism, they all rely on incense to live.

There is such a thing as a desire in this world, but there must be enough believers.

The "Destiny Scroll" in the Sword Bearer's Scroll confirms the existence of "Wishing Power", and the ethereal fate can be changed by some means, and Wishing Power is one of the few things that can touch "Destiny".

At that time, Xu Qingke used his own lifespan to promote the life scroll to set off a coup d'état in Tiandu City.

In a sense, he alone changed the "fate" of the entire Tiandu City.

This is actually a kind of willingness.

Five hundred years of forbearance, thoughts, and buried "causes" have finally grown "fruits".

He pursed his lips and looked into the depths of the Great Snow Mountain, the "other side" to which the pilgrims had lost their souls and rushed to the "other side", and the people who made all this hooked up with a so-called "place of death......

Could it be that everyone could still cultivate the third method of immortality?

That's kind of ridiculous.

At the end of the ancient temple is the place where the "White Bone Plain" feels exciting and dangerous.

Something to do with the lost "Book from Heaven"?

Ning Yi didn't dare to confirm it.

He vaguely felt that the plot behind such a layout must be very great.

Such a "place of pilgrimage", I don't know how many places there are in the demon world, collect wish power in this wild place, what is this to do?

There are three religions and nine streams here, and many beliefs, and even many of them are from the Great Sui......

"Which giant of the demon clan did it, or is it ...... Great Sui?" Ning Yi's mind boomed, and he thought of something that he didn't dare to confirm.

Although the two worlds are far apart, they are still related to each other.

For example, Taiyi's mount to save the suffering Tianzun back then was the Nirvana power of the demon clan in the world, the Nine Spirits Yuan Sage.

There is also a rumor.

Now in the demon clan world, the "Golden-winged Dapeng Bird", which is in charge of one side of the hegemony and owns the entire Eastern Demon Domain, has an extremely close relationship with the Eastern Tuling Mountain of the Great Sui.

It is said that in the ancient period of Lingshan, the "immortal" with the highest status had the ancestor of the "Golden-winged Dapeng Bird" on his shoulder.

True or false is unknowable.

But in the years when "immortality" could not be proven, the truth of these stories gradually diminished, and eventually became myths, and almost no one believed them...... The reason is very simple, those ancient greats must be built on the premise of "immortal" existence.

When Ning Yi was walking in Daze in the eastern realm, he heard an interesting "story", the innate spirit treasure "Glass Cup" that flowed out of Lingshan and arrived in Han Yue's hand, although it was extremely strong, it was always a little bit perfect.

The trace of the difference is the nirvana feather of the golden-winged Dapeng bird, which is used as a glass wick.

I don't know if it's true or not.

What's funny is that judging from Han Yue's cultivation realm, even if the rumors are true, he can't make the "Glass Cup" complete, and the Golden-winged Dapeng Bird in the Nirvana realm can make the glass cup complete, I'm afraid it is the "White Emperor".

However, just the "glass cup" that is now a little less complete is enough for Han Yue to stand out from the crowd, and it is even possible to try to get a glimpse of the mysteries of Nirvana with the help of this innate spiritual treasure.

......

......

Ning Yi stood at the foot of the snow-capped mountain.

Complex thoughts.

In just a few dozen breaths, he thought about many things.

Not far away, it was no longer the huge "Vermilion Bird", carrying the red cherry blossom Xiao Nizi on his back, recovering a relatively inconspicuous size, almost enough for the two of them to ride on his back, gently flapping his wings, hovering dozens of zhang away, in its opinion, Ning Yi's short silence just now could be regarded as seeing off the "fake Bodhisattva".

The cardinal chirped softly.

Ning Yi shook his head with a smile and retracted those complicated thoughts.

He slowly lifted the palm of his hand against the tin staff, and his ears moved slightly.

The slight sound of the wind, and the sound of snow.

The cardinal's call became sharper.

Wind and snow disorders.

Ning Yi's face was expressionless, and he withdrew his hand, and the "White Bone Plain" in his body suddenly let out a scream.

The black robe flashed through the air, and it stepped on the ground at an extremely fast speed, flying out backwards for dozens of feet.

In the next moment, the mountain wall where the original monk was nailed exploded without warning, and a whole tin staff pulled out of the mountain and slammed into Ning Yi.

Ning Yi raised his hand, pressed the tin rod with one palm, and the crown was directly pressed to pieces, this tin staff looked like it had become a vajra stick, which was instantly inserted into the ground by him, and the palm exerted force, and continued to sink after leaving the palm, and finally only a small half of the golden stick was left outside, which was lifted and stepped on by Ning Yi's half foot.

The walls of the snow-capped mountains trembled violently.

The cardinal's neighing became more and more sharp, and it flapped its wings, ready to enlarge the Dharma body, but at the last moment, Ning Yi pinched the back of its neck with two fingers and gently rubbed its feathers, so at the moment when it was brought over, its body quickly became smaller uncontrollably, and finally turned into a ball of meat.

The red cherry blossom fell unconsciously backwards from behind it, and was eventually caught by two fluttering bird claws.

Cardinal feathers exploded.

Carrying Xiao Nizi slowly hanging on Ning Yi's shoulder.

Ning Yi's face was expressionless, and he had a premonition in his heart, if the cardinal had just enlarged the Law Body...... I'm afraid it's the "way".

In front of him, a whole snow-capped mountain stone wall clattered and shattered.

Ning Yi no longer hesitated, and urged the mountain scroll, and the surging power of the ancient scroll spread out from the soles of his feet.

This is the pure "cohesion" power of the world.

A whole "stone" on the sole of his feet suddenly cocked, and swept behind him with Ning Yi, and between dozens of breaths, the big snowy mountain collapsed without warning, and dozens of huge mountain rocks roared towards Ning Yi.

Three feet away, the rocks shattered.

Ning Yi raised a hand, the fine snow slid over, a wisp of sword light split the sky and snow, he stepped on the boulder under his feet, and slid backwards for a mile.

The rocks collapsed, and the smoke and dust filled the air.

The instant collapse of that small snow-capped mountain brought Ning Yi an extremely familiar feeling...... It's like he sees another "self", or the light sees the darkness.

It is not the sword-bearer who sees the "shadow", there is no rejection, there is no hatred.

But there is an urgent "thirst".

The "White Bone Plain" was trembling violently, the same as when Ning Yi walked Daze in the eastern realm and encountered the mountain scroll.

Ning Yi, who stepped on the rocks, looked a little confused.

He looked up at the collapsed snow-capped stone wall, and at the highest point there, a flying robe figure slowly walked out, the man was draped in a wide black linen robe, his face could not be seen clearly in the smoke and dust, and he looked at himself condescendingly.

Step out.

Falling to the ground.

With a "boom", it smashed on the ground.

The air waves rolled, and when everything was gone, Ning Yi saw the appearance of the visitor clearly.

It was a slim, young-looking, even immature woman, with loose black hair and a snow-white face, like a "female ghost".

Red lips, white teeth, black robe, black hair.

She didn't smile, and her cold face looked like a "dangerous" feeling.

Like a silent blooming flower.

The wind was cold.

She stood at the foot of the snowy mountain and finally came to Ning Yi.

Everything in the world has two sides, yin and yang.

Ning Yi's mountain scroll was in charge of all the "power of cohesion", and countless sword qi and wind and snow flew and condensed in front of him.

At this moment, it is slowly torn apart and separated.

The same reason for the sudden cracking of the snow-capped mountain just now, there is a power between the underworld that tears these apart.

Among the eight scrolls of the sword-wielding scroll, the "mountain scroll" represents "convergence".

The "detached scroll" represents "tearing".

The woman let out a long breath.

She looked at Ning Yi and spit out five words softly.

"Badu City, Hibiscus. ”

Ning Yi had never heard of such a person as "Black Hibiscus" in Badu City before.

He suddenly thought of a vague rumor he heard when he was escaping in the Western Demon Domain, saying that it was a new genius ushered in the Badu City.

Ning Yi's face was solemn and he looked at the young woman in black robes.

The cardinal let out a frying-like uneasy cry, and the appearance of the demon woman brought great uneasiness to it.

Hibiscus thought for a moment, and Mu Ran added.

"The demon clan is the world, the sword bearer. ”