Say it's too late, then it's too fast.

By the time the old nun and the seventh master wanted to come forward to save people and put them into action, Mo Fei's body had already fallen like an arrow from the string towards the karmic fire.

Looking at the raging fire, as soon as his body came into contact with the karmic fire, it had turned into ashes.

The old nun chanted, "Amitabha." Looking at Yaya, she wanted to say something, but finally shook her head helplessly.

Yaya stood above the lava, staring intently at the bottom of the lava, not ready to leave. The old nun seemed to be unable to stand the karmic fire in the Buddha statue, and said to the Seventh Master, "If this donor wants to leave here, you can let her out." ”

"Yes, Master."

The old nun left, and the seventh master picked up the broom next to him and began to clean up the dust. The Seventh Master is wearing a plain white monk's robe, simple and unpretentious, but the wash is clean, it is rare that the Seventh Master is clear and beautiful and not contaminated by the world, as if the face of the white and flawless sea of clouds, the monk's robe on the body is lined with Buddha light.

The Seventh Master has a habit of cleanliness and doesn't like a little dust.

The Seventh Master didn't understand Yaya's behavior, and she didn't understand the thoughts of the world, she just silently cleaned up the dust, very attentive and focused. From time to time, he raised his head, looked at Yaya's back without distractions, and buried his head in sweeping the floor.

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Mo Fei's body fell in a straight line, countless karmic fires swallowed him, Mo Fei, who had already become a dead body, a small sword in his heart became brighter and brighter, as if he was out of the shackles of his body, and quickly swam around his body.

At the same time, many bizarre scenes appeared in Mo Fei's mind:

"Lingyun, the sea of bitterness is boundless, and the people of the world are pleading with you on behalf of the people, don't kill again."

Wearing a hundred robes, Cizun was not afraid of the world-famous evil star in front of him.

Ling Yun, who was the number one in the world, sneered: "Some of you in the empty mountain come to intercede for the people of the world, but there are people who come to the world for me, so that they don't come to kill me?" Slender Water Nanxiang, a family of thousands of people, what is the crime? Today, death to those who stand in my way. ”

Mo Fei's body smashed into the sea of karmic fire, and his lips muttered, "Who is Ling Yun?" I...... Is it Lingyun? ”

Immediately, another picture flashed in Mo Fei's mind:

On the empty mountain hall, facing Cizun, Ling Yun knelt down and said: "Master, the disciple swore when he went to the empty mountain that he would never step out of the empty mountain again in this life. But now that Zhongzhou is in turmoil, the five major families are perverse, and the people are displaced. ”

Lingyun went down the empty mountain with a sword, and the world's five great martial arts masters died in the Western Wilderness.

In Mo Fei's mind, Ling Yun's memories were overwhelming, drowning Mo Fei's memories. At this time, Mo Fei finally realized that he was not from time travel, or rather, he was a person who had crossed over, but he was also a person who was born again. It's just that the time crossing was attached to Ling Yun's body and lost his modern memory, and after being reborn, he recovered his modern memory but lost Ling Yun's memory.

At this time, in Mo Fei's mind, another picture appeared:

In the first battle of the Western Wilderness, the four great martial arts masters of the four great families of Li, You, Liu, and Qin have all died, Lingyun has run out of oil, and the ancestor of the Leng family has broken an arm, and said with a hideous smile: "Lingyun, you have no strength to fight again, hand over the first in the world, I will protect your whole body." ”

The number one in the world in Ling Yun's hand trembled and flew up, and the ancestor of the Leng family sneered: "Look for death." As he spoke, he slapped it with one palm, and at this moment, Mo Xiyan Hongling passed through Zhongzhou, and Mo Xiyan, a nine-vein martial artist, appeared unexpectedly in his hand, directly passing through the body of the ancestor of the Leng family.

Immediately afterwards, Mo Xiyan appeared behind Hongling.

"You're here?"

"I'm coming."

"You shouldn't have come."

"I'm already here."

"I'm sorry." After Ling Yun finished speaking, he smiled reluctantly, and his eyes slowly closed.

Mo Xiyan laughed at herself, Hongling in her hand rolled up Ling Yun's body, hugged her in her arms, and touched Ling Yun's face: "Over the years, you have been running around for revenge, and you have gone too fast. Now, wait for me over there. Wait for me to take you back to Slender Water Nanxiang, and wait for me to kill the person from the Southern Regions Cult, in this world, except for the Cizun Holy Monk and the Medical Saint, there will be no martial arts masters. At that time, I will go down there and accompany you. ”

Mo Xiyan smiled with tears in her eyes, and Hongling went to Boxiang.

Mo Xiyan five hundred years ago and Mo Xiyan five years later, a tear slipped from the corner of Mo Fei's eyes, but she didn't expect that she was also reborn.

Mo Fei, who was in the midst of karmic fire, suddenly let out a terrible cry, like a strange beast in the wilderness, which made people shudder when they heard it.

Where is the highest level of killing?

Where is the number one in the world?

Could it be that he ran away from the Western Wilderness at a young age, is it really to avoid the pursuit of all parties in Zhongzhou?

The fierce sword, which ranks first in the world and ranks first in the spectrum of divine weapons, must be forged from bone, condensed with blood, pierced into the bone, and nourished by fine blood. Back then, after Mo Fei knew these things from Mo Xiyan's mouth, he resolutely went to the Western Wilderness, in order to forge the first in the world and concoct the sword-casting road of Lingyun back then. This...... It's also Mo Fei's body is a few points worse than ordinary people, which is ...... That is, why can't you cultivate true qi, this ...... That is why Mo Fei is never in a hurry to cultivate the Killing Dao.

What is the final process of forging a sword? Maybe no one in this world will know except Mo Xiyan, who was reborn five hundred years ago. The last process of casting a sword is to burn oneself with karmic fire, feed the sword with one's body, and if you can withstand it, you can successfully cast the sword and become the first person to kill the way. If you can't get through, you will be buried in the fire of karma, and you will never recover.

Mo Fei, who was in the karmic fire, the skin of his entire body was all scorched, revealing the flesh and blood inside, however, no matter how the karmic fire grilled, Mo Fei's flesh and blood did not melt, but gradually condensed into lumps of flesh.

Gradually, it was a slow process, and Yaya and the Seventh Master waited above for a whole day, just when Yaya thought that Mo Fei would never come out of the karmic fire again.

Suddenly, a sword sounded, and the entire Bodhisattva Township, ten thousand swords surrendered, the Buddha statue was crumbling, and the nuns in the Bodhisattva Township lined up to wait.

The Seventh Master and Yaya stood side by side above, looking at the karmic fire below.

At this moment, a sword like fire broke through the karmic fire, and when it came up, the seventh master and the maid saw that the sword was Mo Fei. Mo Fei's eyes opened, the flames in his pupils jumped, and then Mo Fei's body tore open a hole, and he was the first in the world to break out, approaching the top of the Buddha's head.

Could it be that one person and one sword broke the Buddha statue and came out, Yaya was shocked out of the sheath, and one person and one sword also broke the Buddha statue and came out.

The Seventh Master recited the Buddha's name, and this nun, who had never practiced martial arts, stepped into the air and walked on the ground.

The three of them walked out of the Buddha statue one after another, and fell towards the Boxiang Temple like a meteor.

In front of the three of them, the nuns of the monasteries in Boxiang surrounded them.