"It's useless?" Master Wutong was shocked, and saw the sweeping monk walking forward on his own.

Moment.

Su Changan and the three of them stopped and looked at the hole that appeared in front of them.

There was a monk sitting cross-legged in the hole.

"How can this monk ......" Master Wutong stared, and his eyes instantly widened.

The monk sitting cross-legged in the hole looked exactly the same as the one whose head was broken by him just now.

Su Changan said lightly: "Since the last time you came in, the yin qi in the tomb has been significantly enhanced, and these monks who have been eroded and polluted by yin qi have also become more evil. ”

Master Wutong understood, his eyes flickered, and he stared at the monk in the cave and muttered, "Destroying their physical bodies by force alone can't work?"

"Not really. ”

Su Chang'an's face did not change, "The key is whether your force can dispel the evil qi entrenched in the depths of the flesh." ”

"Taking the monk in the cave as an example, his obsession during his lifetime should be 'fate'! As a penance-cultivator, what he is pursuing is only a Buddha fate that can be met and cannot be found. After his death, this obsession was infinitely magnified by the yin qi and distorted into a kind of 'inescapable karma'. ”

In other words, all three of us are caught up in this monk's twisted obsession. ”

Hearing this, Master Wutong suddenly realized.

"Buddha, senior brother, let me try. The silent master came to the cave in one step, and brazenly slapped a palm, and the palm power was strong and condensed, like the palm hidden in Sumeru, which was extremely powerful.

"Sumeru Mountain Palm. Su Changan instantly recognized the palm of Master Wunan, which is also one of the mastery of the sweeping monk, of course, the sweeping monk is much more profound than the master of Wunan.

"Boom!"

In the loud bang, a pow of flesh and blood exploded!

It's just the power of a palm, the horror is incomparable, and the monk's body instantly turns into a puddle of meat and mud and bursts out!

Utter destruction!

It's even more brutal than a big dismantle!

Then, Master Wunan stepped back, his expression blank, and his eyes did not fluctuate at all.

"This man doesn't talk much. Su Changan's eyes couldn't help but fall on Wu Nan.

"Amitabha~"

When Master Wutong saw this scene, he couldn't help but sigh deeply.

The three of them continued to walk forward, and after that, they did not meet the monk again, and came all the way to the end of the road.

Beautiful garden with sunshine and birds singing.

Happy laughter, debauched laughter, came slowly.

One by one, the monks and nuns strolled through the garden, they were naked, enthusiastic and unrestrained, singing freely.

"Welcome to Elysium. ”

A monk greeted him with a smile on his face, "There is no doubt that this is the Elysium that you have been striving for, and look, all of us are very happy, without a trace of trouble." ”

A few beautiful nuns came up, their postures were charming, seductive, and they gasped: "Come on, be happy with us, enjoy the bliss of bliss, here, you can do whatever you want." ”

The corners of Su Changan's mouth twitched.

This level is obviously the monks' obsession with Elysium.

Monks and nuns, the picture is unsightly.

"This is Elysium? We haven't met it before. Master Wutong breathed rapidly, his eyes gradually went crazy, and he exclaimed, "Elysium...... What a beautiful ......."

"No, senior brother, this is a fantasy. Master Wunan hurriedly closed his eyes and recited the scriptures to stabilize his state of mind.

"Enlightenment, enlightenment, this is not Elysium, break it. Su Changan said my Buddha's mercy, and suddenly made a move, only to see him slap out with a palm, it was the palm of Sumeru Mountain!

Disheveled!

The nun in front of her was beaten and exploded, and her flesh and blood flew everywhere.

Suddenly, the splattered blood seemed to stimulate Elysium, revealing its true face.

The beautiful garden disappeared.

All the good scenery withered.

The world in front of him has changed dramatically, the turbid fog is rising, the cold air is thick, and the miasma is pervasive.

The earth was bright red, and rivers of blood flowed.

It's all over the place!

It's like Shura hell!

All the monks and nuns had rotting flesh, fierce expressions, and pounced on them one by one with teeth and claws.

Master Wunan took a deep breath, slapped his hands angrily, and shouted at the same time, "Senior brother, don't wake up yet?"

Master Wutong woke up suddenly after an instant, his eyes returned to clarity, and he screamed angrily.

"Demons, you insult my Buddhism!"

Luohan's fist burst out with anger.

The three of them were incomparably strong, and quickly harvested monks and nuns one by one, until Su Changan beat the last nun to death, and then broke this Elysium.

An obscure trail emerges.

Su Changan stepped forward, and after walking for a long time, he suddenly stared and found that there was a big river in front of him, as well as a broken stone arch bridge.

The river is surging and the fish are jumping.

On the bank of the river stood a delicate monk, looking into the distance, tears seemed to fall from the corners of his eyes.

"Amitabha, another monk who has been distorted by demons. ”

After Master Wutong passed through Elysium, his state of mind seemed to be sublimated a lot, and this time he didn't talk nonsense, he rushed out directly, and Luohan punched out.

Boom!

Master Wutong slammed a solid punch on the back of the Qingxiu monk, who didn't expect that a huge force rebounded, and he actually flew out and fell to the ground.

Wow!

Master Wutong coughed up a mouthful of blood, his expression was slightly terrifying, he stared at the Qingxiu monk, and said in amazement: "Minghui, is it you?"

Master Wunan's eyes flashed: "Senior brother, he is indeed Minghui's nephew, he was the first in Buddhism in our Red Lotus Temple back then, if he was still alive, the abbot would not be Mingchen's turn." ”

Su Changan knew in his heart that he dared to love this beautiful monk who was the senior brother of Master Mingchen.

Minghui stood on the bank of the river, with a certain affection in her eyes, looking at the path in the distance, as if waiting for something.

No matter how Wutong and Wunan called, Minghui didn't respond.

"Master Minghui, with your Dharma attainments, how can you have obsessions?" Master Wutong was puzzled.

"Senior brother, Minghui's nephew has gone to Elysium, and this monster standing in front of us is just the yin energy of demons and ghosts. Master Wunan said expressionlessly.

The two glanced at each other and joined forces.

"Luohan Fist!"

"Sumeru Mountain Palm!"

A punch and a palm hit Minghui's back almost at the same time.

The terrifying fist power and palm power are overwhelming, and they are overwhelming.

As a result, two muffled snorts sounded at the same time, and Wutong and Wunan flew back, their faces flushed strangely, and they both vomited blood as if they had been hit hard.

Minghui, who was beaten, still stood in place, unmoving.

Seeing this scene, the enlightenment and difficulty that got up were all folded in their hearts.

"Worship the Buddha!"

At this moment, the golden light on the bodies of Wutong and Wunan was shining, and a series of complex and beautiful Sanskrit words appeared, which could not be deciphered, could not be remembered, and could not be forgotten when they were seen, but they exuded supreme majesty.

"Karmic fire!"

The two of them drank together!

In the next moment, a crimson flame appeared out of thin air, instantly enveloping Minghui.

Su Changan didn't feel how hot the crimson flame was, as if there was no temperature, but Minghui trembled all over, revealing a great pain, and slowly turned his head.

His eyes turned scarlet, his expression was hideous, and he chose to devour people.

Seeing this, Master Wutong sighed angrily: "Demon, you actually killed people in Buddhism like this. ”