The magic knife is the "Cleansing Rhino Horn".

This knife, which has almost stained the blood of thousands of people, is closely connected with the first half of the life of the monk, and the second half of the life of the emperor, it seems that there has never been a little disconnection.

And then things are easy to say. The magic knife was born, and it was not only Yungu Thunder Peak that was affected, but also the duel in the bamboo forest on the other side.

Completely different from the vigorous movement of the demon sword frozen monks on the Cloud Drum Thunder Peak, there was no movement here, only the staggered rules and aura confused all perceptions - for example, the jade hand Nine Needles Cui Luo Han who was watching the battle from the sidelines. It didn't take long for her to suddenly get distracted, and she felt that the nest of ants under the rocks had become very cute, and she wanted to raise a ......

This strong-willed sword realm woman was immediately alert, took a slight breath, resolutely held the sword in one hand to remain vigilant, and quickly retreated a few feet back.

This is actually the aftermath of the faint confrontation between the confrontation between the Spring and Autumn Yan Lord and the Emperor Rulai in the bamboo forest. In layman's terms, Du Fanglin planned to use the blood of some sinners in the martial arts from the beginning to feed the half of the Ten Thousand Blood Evil Records in his hands, and through the blood and resentment guided by the ink fracture fan, an atmosphere similar to the place where the blood crime occurred was created in a semi-closed environment.

He will use this to make the monk recall the past, and use the technique of the three thousand dream souls as a guide to project the "past" into the "reality". Just like the existence of Fuyan Mountain, this bamboo forest surrounded by white mist has become a place between virtual and real.

The technique of the Three Thousand Dream Souls, which originated behind the Blood Cloud Heavenly Pillar of the Western Martial Arts, was originally developed to soothe the souls of the dead with a false realm.

After incorporating a lot of strange magic, it became able to be involved with the distracting thoughts of beings above the realm of consciousness, and then even the boundary between truth and falsehood became blurred. When distractions become reality, it doesn't matter whether it's true or false.

Therefore, at this time, the sinful capital from the past that the Zhaoti monks are facing is true in this position.

The bloodshed that is taking place in the capital of crime is also real.

When a person is dreaming, he cannot perceive anything unusual. Here, the cause and effect of sin has been reduced to "substance", something that can be truly touched.

back then.

At the moment when the Three Thousand Dream Soul Technique was created, the caster really didn't know the severity of it, and many of them were lost in many distractions, blurring themselves, and losing their value.

Dream, not yet awake.

Darkness has drawn boundaries and has imprisoned monks and their friends.

The monk really noticed the clues. After all, the "ant mountain" that was originally used to house the souls of the dead also had his past handwritings. All changes are inseparable, the root of the magic is still in the past, the place of non-truth, non-reality, non-fiction and non-falsehood, this is the ant mountain that came from the past, and the dream world that went because of the present. If you want to be sober, it is not enough to eliminate distractions in your heart, but to truly break this bondage, you must do your best!

Because if a person does not exert twelve points of strength, he will never be able to defeat himself, and the darkness that envelops Zhaoti Monk and Du Fanglin is no longer maintained by more than one person at the moment when the tall tower of the sin capital appears.

Zhaoti, walking in all directions and becoming enlightened, after all, on the way, did not become a Buddha.

"The Three Forms of First Meditation: The Beginning of Nirvana!"

The golden Buddha himself covered the shape of the monk, and the Buddha's breath became a round of great sun as if it came to the seal, and in an instant it had broken through the surrounding darkness and made the surrounding bamboo forest reappear.

However, it is precisely because of the full strength at this time that it has affected the battle situation far away at the top of Thunder Peak!

The magic sword creation broke through the sky and affected the demonic atmosphere, eliminated the breath of the Buddha's veins, and killed the breath of the Buddha's punishment. Invisibly, it is also a reverse restriction, in the dark, the destiny of heaven moves, and in an instant, the golden sun wheel seal suddenly shows a demonic light!

Demon Buddhas, monsters, monks, and monks, all the voices are like ghosts.

This is the rhinoceros horn that has been triggered to return to the world, calling its master every word, just because there is still one less person in the past thousand sins and blood punishments, ninety-nine-nine has never been consummated, and the magic knife is thirsty for flesh and soul.

The monk realized that something was wrong, and he was already in the pit. In a hurry, he resolutely dissipated his true form, ignoring the burden of his body caused by the move of suppressing Nirvana, and could re-seal the demonic thoughts that were about to take shape back under the holy body of the Buddha Sect that had been cultivated for many years!

However, in the same realm, a gap can reverse the situation.

There was a creak on the other side, and under the tall tower of the sin capital, the city gate that had already opened the gap opened again.

This is actually an unsolvable "ring".

Zhaoti monk stepped into this place, and Shower Yusheng stepped on the other side, related to each other, all depending on the will of heaven!

In Du Fanglin's eyes, in the northwest by virtue of the raider, once given the opportunity, it should not be a problem to pry the rhinoceros horn of the suppression under Lei Feng.

The magic knife recoiled the Buddha's breath, and at the same time, it had an impact on the Zhaoti monk who was beginning to show his true appearance here, and in the face of the light that almost broke through the darkness in front of him, the person did not move.

The sleeves are hanging down, meticulous, and even though the Confucian is based on thousands of blood, he still has white hair and elegant eyes.

Then, as soon as Du Fanglin raised his hand, he directly turned into an ancient long sword in front of him. The sword is three feet long, and it is controlled by the soldiers; As the realm of the world's fragrant flowers, the poetry and wine are wild and uninhibited; was finally trapped by the sun, moon, mountains and rivers, and refined people's hearts in the red dust; Becoming the great wish of a country, the weather of the dragon, and gathering the merits of the emperor as the edge, at this time, it can be called the holy weapon of the spring and autumn vein.

was mercilessly taken away by its owner and stabbed in the back, and the holy qi was weakened with pure blood, just to have a moment of harmony in this sinister environment surrounded by thousands of blood and qi......

At this time, Du Fanglin probably simply poked out his right hand from his sleeve, and his three fingers were easily placed on the hilt of the sword. Then, without hesitation, he grabbed it, and he handed it straight forward!

Compared with the sudden person who kept showing off his skills on the set next door, this sword can be called mediocre and extremely shallow.

But if all duels could be simply measured by physical and martial arts!

There may not be the word "exceptional" in the world, there is no scheming and consumption, it is simple, fast, convenient and universal - it is a pity that Du Fanglin, a traverser, plays the "identity" he once hated here.

The blade of the sword broke through the golden light and darkness in an instant, and slipped into the wheel of light that had not yet been extinguished. The monk suddenly looked up, and saw the hand holding the sword in the darkness that gathered in front of him.

This is where all noise ends.

There was no murderous intent in Du Fanglin's eyes.

However, he was already approaching the monk, and the sword in his hand was already piercing the monk's robe in an instant, and he was facing the heart of Zhaoti. But when he heard a "ding", the sword blade could not advance again. Just because the monk has calmed down the fluctuation of the body, the golden law phase and the move of Nirvana disappeared at the same time, only the Buddha beads on the wrist swim like a spiritual snake, wrapping around the sword body, stopping the coming!

If you want to let Shower Rain be evaluated, it can only be said that Du Fanglin's sword was unexpected, but the speed was too slow...... Friend, you may fail your swordsmanship, you should go back to the furnace and rebuild!

The light has not dispersed, and it is still wandering nearby, but it is precisely because the light is behind the monk that the place where Du Fanglin is located is dark and lightless.

The golden light was too dazzling, and Du Fanglin couldn't see what he looked like in the eyes of the monk at this time. His five fingers slowly buckled the hilt of the sword again, "Xijun sleepwalks in spring, sleepwalks in Xianshan Song." If you have something to meet, it seems to be comfortable with life. Monk, why don't you be willing to fall into a dream, why don't you want to be liberated? ”

Where there is no light in front of you, you can't see the eyes of the person opposite, and the monk is still not moved!

"Enlightenment is due to metaphors, and obsession is caused by the authorities. Greed is a bitter settlement, and love is a sad forest. "In the light, beckoning to answer.

Du Fanglin's eyebrows moved slightly, this monk knows the source of this sentence. Yes, it is not original, and the poems he has compiled have all three of them read together when they were fellow practitioners.

"I am walking towards Momoyama, and I am willing to keep the scenery for a lifetime. This sword has the wishes of all sentient beings, as long as the heart is moved, it is prosperous, monk, do you want to return? ”

It was clearly a powerless sword intent, but with the progression of the words, it slowly moved forward an inch.

The Buddha's rosary is not hindered, but the red dust on the sword disturbs people. This is the difference between Confucian practice and Buddhist beings, and the darkness seems to follow the sword blade like a shadow, little by little, with the footsteps of the sword-wielding person, slowly surrounding the monk.

Hide the law, when the situation is not clear, the monk can no longer be the emperor. At this time, the sword body was wrapped around the body of the Buddha beads, and the monk took a step back for the time being.

"I don't go into the red dust." The voice of the reminder was warm and steady: "Donor, how have you ever stepped into the red dust?" ”

Obviously, there is only a sword and three feet apart, but it seems to be separated by thousands of mountains and rivers, and there is nothing like the mountains, rivers, sun and moon engraved on the sword!

And darkness and light clash again in the sky above the two at this moment, Du Fanglin has indeed never "stepped into the red dust". He is not the real person who appears here!

"Monk! Do you hear the sound of thousands of shouts, do you think that this sound is acceptable, and the soul of the other is acceptable? ”

The sword moved forward, and there seemed to be a sound of sword slaughter in the sin capital, and little by little, with this footstep, this darkness, it was once again overwhelmed from the open door!

It only took a moment to make a mistake, and the situation returned to this man. Du Fanglin seemed to be asking what to eat today, and said slowly: "Goshawks eat meat, and the Buddha feeds it himself...... Will you save me? ”

degree, how to degree, in fact, who needs "degree".

The Buddha bead was closely connected to the blade of the sword, and wisps of red had oozed from it.

Zhaoti monk took another step back, but it was a trend of retreat.

The monk suddenly jumped out of the topic, and he spoke:

"You shouldn't have used a sword today—"

That's where the change begins!

The moment the Buddha's blood stained the blade of the sword, a white lotus illusion suddenly burst out from the sword, and hit Du Fanglin with a strong wind.

This is definitely the revenge of the revenant soul under the sword, and the white lotus on the sword is obviously inspired by the Buddha's blood that dyed the sword blade red again!

- Friend, when you poked the poor monk with a sword, did you ever think about who you poked before this sword?

Du Fanglin decisively let go and immediately threw away the madness of poetry and wine.

Zhao Ti Monk pinched the madness of poetry and wine with his backhand and Buddha beads, and all interference was terminated.

Bang.

The place where the two of them stood was shattered inch by inch, and the blood-red paper industry flew from it to all directions, suddenly turning into a folding fan with black bones on a white background, and the fan was spread out flatly, suddenly blocking the huge light that came from the impact!

The beginning of Nirvana.

The move that had not been issued before turned into a mighty tsunami at this time, sweeping the embers in all directions, and the golden light was dazzling in the darkness, which was simply blinding-Du Fanglin was controlled by the golden light, and he couldn't retreat for a while, and the moment he looked up-

A hand holding a rosary came from the light, slashed its fingers as a blade, and the blow went directly into the heart of the Confucian in front of him.

"Friends."

Where the light came, the voice of the monk sounded, and he suddenly appeared in his true form, "This is the answer to Emperor Rulai!" ”