The fog in the bamboo forest seems to be thinner, and now it is quiet, and the figure of the jade hand and nine needles is completely invisible.

The so-called oath should certainly not be unilateral. After changing the situation and forcing 100,000 people to voluntarily sacrifice their lives to achieve the Blood Cloud Heavenly Pillar, there were still people in Jiuding who noticed something, and the first one to choose to leave was Jin Ziling.

Since then, the way young people have behaved has had a faint shadow of later generations.

Perhaps from that point on, he doubted whether the path of clinging to absolute good and evil was correct. After that, he made a mistake, and when facing another old friend who stood in the way, the blade in the monk's hand was finally slightly off an inch at the last moment.

At that time, the Buddha and the ghost looked at the sin cleansing rhino horn blade in his hand, and the edge of the blade was red, and what he remembered in his heart was the blood cloud that had not been dispersed for a long time in the Western Martial Arts.

It's just that at that time, the sin-cleansing rhino horn that was sent to his own hands still disrupted the monk's life after that. To this day, in the white mist, the monk can still recall the hand that appeared behind him in that dark era, trying to grasp himself.

'Monk. ’

The young man said, 'Do you not look back, are you pleased with the change of your face, or do you not want the sword in your hand to be stained with the blood of my evil spirit?' ’

…… In reality.

I don't know when the color of the white mist in the forest began to become a little cloudy, like the darkness gushing out of people's hearts, silently encroaching on something.

The formation here is extremely simple, just a few strokes to draw a tic-tac-toe in the forest. The reason why people can be trapped in a breath is not entirely due to Cui Luohan's words. It's just because the master of the formation has returned.

Du Fanglin stood in the white mist, and without any movement, there were already wisps of black evil qi from his fan into the fog. There are more distracting thoughts, disturbed by the self-conscious realm, little by little to stir up the karmic fire of the past, accompanied by all kinds of voices from the past timeline, which are silently trying to encroach on the pure and innocent Buddha land.

'The voice of Wulun, the art of asking the soul'.

Or should I say the real name of this move, "The Law of Three Thousand Dream Souls, the First Style, Knock the Heart"!

Dreaming with one's own body, interrogating the soul of the outside world, all the spells aimed at the realm of consciousness have a faint meaning of a double-edged sword. So within the white mist, the monk really began to recall the past. Outside of the white mist, the master of the formation suddenly remembered that in the initial time, he actually had pure kindness to this strange and familiar suffering.

Du Fanglin slowly played with the fan bone in his sleeve.

However, he had forgotten how he felt after the 100,000 blood sacrifice in Xiwulin, and he no longer remembered how he felt when his good friend, who knew that he thought he was an ordinary monk, suddenly picked up the rhino horn to cleanse sins. It's like when Yungu Thunder Peak was just established, he went to Daohe as a former initiate, and as soon as he met him, he turned around and hid his face, only to feel that the golden dazzling was really disgusting and dazzling—but why he felt like that, he had forgotten it.

At this time, standing at the other end of the white mist that was gradually transforming, he suddenly remembered. Maybe it's because from that golden figure, I can always think of my hand that moved forward in the darkness but was powerless, and the black figure of the Buddha and ghost who turned his back to him and held the horn of the sin-cleansing rhino and became extremely ugly - "Demon Buddha, demon monk, monk, voice and ghost." ”

"This is the karmic fruit of the Buddha, this is the Demon Buddha killing path, this is the beginning of cleansing sin, and this is the end of darkness! This is not the way you go. And if my ghost comes, one day, I will come to cross you! ”

Then the darkness soaked deeper into the white mist, leaving behind the smell of blood in the wind.

It was the smell of sin-cleansing rhino horn, and no one in the world could see it better than that of the monks!

I don't know when the white fog around me has disappeared. I don't know when it ended, the monk in his memory stepped in front of the capital of sin again, and what he held in his hand was no longer a rosary, but a silver-blue edge that dripped blood, and a knife pierced from under the ribs to the back, like a silver-blue blade like sharp teeth and fangs, tearing apart the right arm and shoulder of the young man behind.

Since then, Du Fanglin rarely uses swords, and when he does, he uses the most straightforward sword moves.

Many years later, the blue bird sent a message, and the monks who often swept the dust of the mountain did not hesitate to go down the mountain and re-enter the world, just for the unfulfilled agreement.

Outside the bamboo forest.

The jade hand nine-needle Cuiluo who had already stopped, and in an instant, he did not hesitate to retreat ten zhang!

In front of her eyes, the spell in front of her was completely unfolded, and everything was no longer a normal space. A wisp of mist suddenly burned black and red karmic fire, and then connected into a bottomless darkness, like a canvas that has been cut by someone, a space that has been cut apart!

"The three body fruits are repaid from the mortal roots, and the causes and conditions of the six worlds are traceless. Good death is never the true state, and the dry glory is born and the empty door is destroyed! ”

As soon as the monk opened his eyes, he saw that he seemed to have moved the territory again silently, this is the most mysterious part of the way of the formation, "Friend, you are going to disappoint the monk after all!" ”

The surroundings were no longer a white mist bamboo forest, but a dark space with no end in sight, and the boundary seemed to be an almost illusory and distorted chaotic shape. His feet were on the dry bones and pools of blood, the familiar smell lingering at his side, and when he looked up, he could see the towering tower, the gate of the former capital of sin.

"Buddha Yun has three body fruits, and there is no trace of Confucianism. It's nothing, it's better to be empty! ”

Facing away from the gate of the Sin Capital, in the darkness stood the white-haired Confucian who had been familiar and unfamiliar since he entered the world. Du Fanglin's ink jade is the crown, the dark color is dark, the jade is worn around the waist, the expression is forward focused but ruthless, the ink fracture fan in his hand is painted with half a peach blossom branch, and he has been slowly pushed away by his thumb, "Monk, you have fallen asleep!" ”

One sentence fell.

Without warning, the darkness instigated, and in an instant, the main gate of the capital of sin opened, and in a dumb voice, a familiar low and cold sentence came from inside the door: "Thousands of monks and thousands of Buddhas died in blood, and the punishment of sins should be opened by the world." ”

Demon Buddhas, monsters, monks, and monks, every word is like a ghost!

This is not based on the power of reality, but a duel that comes from the heart.

The so-called dreams come from the indelible distractions of the human heart.

This dark and distorted space that should not exist was half formed in the darkness held by Du Fanglin, and half formed in the Zhaoti monk who stepped on a pool of blood.

"Ugh."

Hearing the words of the old days in the ears, seeing the influence of the old days in front of him, the monk was unmoved, stepped on the dry bones, and the whole body was bright, "If you listen to the Buddha's words, the thunder sound of the Zen sea is now!" "Suddenly the Buddha's words, shattering all the external nonsense, the light of the moment will be the darkness again into wisps of white mist, for a moment, the illusion collapsed, reappearing in the surrounding faint bamboo forest phantom.

But then, a more overwhelming force from Du Fanglin's side took over everything again, just like this monk and Confucian, the darkness and the light were in a fierce confrontation. The two of them don't move at all, and it's the soul that is confronting!

From the past, infect the future!

The former Zhaoti monk hoped that he could become a lock behind his friend, but now Du Fanglin, do you still need that lock......

"Monk, you've already failed."

"Do you not want to look up at me, because you are afraid that you will see the evil spirits of the past in my eyes?"

Outside the capital of sin, the hand of the young man stretched out forward cannot redeem everything. Can a monk who is already flawed in his heart become a qualified "lock"?

…… Outside the City of Sin, the obsessive monk changed his appearance, but he still remembered the plan of the mad demon to crush the young man backwards with a knife at the last moment. This journey into sin is a one-way journey, and if another person steps into this darkness again, how should the monk live it?

"If it comes because everyone in the world is walking towards enlightenment, it is said that if the mind is like coming, it is like coming."

"——If it is a fruit, the world is willing to wade into karma and fire, so there is a way to be truthful, even if it comes!"

Zhao Ti monk folded his hands, there was a steady stream of light from his body outward, turning the darkness into white floc, he really did not look at the person opposite, just because of the sound in his ears, countless dead souls were reciting the sound of resentment:

The sound of every sentence is like a ghost......

The sound of every sentence is like a ghost!

The karma of the past has never been dissolved for a moment; The future industry originates from the fruit industry of the past.

However, the karma in front of him is intended to run through the past and the future, and all the karmic fruits are outlined from the mystery, which is derived from the action of the ink fracture fan!

Darkness and light clashed and entangled in the sky above the two of them, and wisps of blood and qi were infected, unnoticed, and infected under the feet of the two of them.

“…… If you come to you, you are 'as you come'? That is just the wish of all beings, and it is a false wish, which is carried on your shoulder. Monk, should your real name be 'Rulai', and should you really cultivate into 'Rulai'? ”

At the other end of the darkness, mixed with the sound of resentment and harmony, is the sound of tempting people to eat the fruits of this karma step by step. Du Fanglin's voice was ethereal, empty but determined, like nails wrapped in poison from the darkness, to re-root the blood and qi into the monk's heart.

Friend, you're taking revenge.

The monk finally raised his eyes. He didn't know what had happened over the years, and his friend, who was supposed to be under control and getting better and better, was actually infected with the poison of otherworldly demons. The ink-colored fan was held in Du Fanglin's hand, and the ink-colored fan bones seemed to be stained with human blood one by one.

Such fresh flesh is taken from the sinful people of the world, and it can barely match the people of infernal sin. In an instant, the black shadow was turbulent, shaking the heart of the Buddha of Light, and the red flame ghost fire from the underworld completely formed in the surroundings. At this moment, the world is turned upside down, and time is meaningless.

It's like being really in the city of sin in an instant, and the Buddha beads in the hands of the monk are suddenly slippery, as if they have changed into cold white bones!

The confrontation from the heart is defeated by the heart that has already been cracked.

The Confucian raised his sleeves and let go of his hand, and the ink fractured fan flew like a butterfly spreading its wings, and in an instant, the ground turned into a bright red page engraved with evil inscriptions, which was the book of ten thousand evils that had included the Buddha's karma, ten thousand blood and evil evils.

The monk folded his hands together again, steadied himself in the darkness around him. Zhaoti monk closed his eyes again, his heart was already calm and realized, in the face of people like Du Fanglin, there should not be any chance from the beginning, but should do it directly!

Without hesitation, he pushed forward with all his palm, and the Great Sun Wheel Seal appeared behind the monk, and in an instant, the golden mangs rushed into the darkness again, and the boundless strength wanted to directly hurt the Confucian himself.

At this time, in this kind of place, Du Fanglin, who is trying his best to turn his strength into spirit, is indeed defenseless by his side. But the crimson silk threads suddenly appeared under the feet of the Confucian, outlining the evil words like fire and blood, and silently brought the monks into control!

It's too late.

It has taken shape.

And there is no need to do anything, but to directly introduce the karma of the past, and use the karma of the past to deal with those who are detached. Emperor Rulai is now only one step away from the Buddha, but he is already riddled with karma after all. What a sight to be in the midst of darkness.

The crimson karma and the power of the Ten Thousand Blood Evil Cult itself were implicated with each other, seeping into the golden Buddha light from top to bottom, and for a moment another shadow had overlapped on the monk's body, and the monk's heart was stunned, and he was ruthless: "The beginning of the first Zen three forms, the beginning of nirvana!" ”

If you delay any longer, you will really lose.

Since the Spring and Autumn Yan Lord set foot here, he has used everything to gradually tilt the victory to his side. He never used personal force, but all flaws and strength, including the enemy himself!

Du Fanglin's purpose had been achieved, and at this moment when the monk was mercilessly attacked, the homologous power left in Yungu Thunder Peak to be used as a seal weakened correspondingly.

At this time, the Heavenly Fox Demon Monk finally found the right time.