Murong Longcheng looked at the bead in his hand, and with a slight flick of his right hand, he brushed away the blood on it, revealing its true face.

It was a mixed bead, chaotic inside, but emitting an invisible fluctuation.

The range of fluctuations is about ten zhang, and within this range, all living beings will stimulate the killing intent in their hearts, and only by fighting with a knife can this emotion be vented.

Even with Murong Longcheng's divine soul, it was also affected by a wave of shocks at this moment, and it was almost difficult to extricate itself.

After about half an hour, the fluctuations emitted by this bead changed, no longer the meaning of killing, but calm and peaceful, and the evening drum and morning bell gave people a sense of meditation.

In this range, even the most manic heart must be at peace and calm.

"It's amazing."

Murong Longcheng's eyes flashed with a fine light, and he was sure that once he refined this so-called "Heavenly Demon Bead", his divine soul would become powerful enough to control this body now, so as to achieve reincarnation from death.

"I don't know where this bead came from, the whole world, it's really amazing."

The internal qi in Murong Longcheng's hand exploded and wrapped the bead, otherwise this bead would erupt into other fluctuations, and he would be hit if he was not worth it.

Then, Murong Longcheng was on tiptoe, and the whole person turned into a black light and disappeared, and now he was going to refine this bead.

And if Xia Yunmo was here at this time and recovered his memory, he would be able to recognize the bead in front of him.

This bead is the "wishful heavenly heart" condensed by the power of his faith.

In the process of Xia Yunmo's rebirth, the excess power was transformed into an eggshell. But his belief power was too miscellaneous and huge, a small part was absorbed, and the other part was stored in the heart of Ruyi Heaven.

Xia Yunmo doesn't know about this matter now, maybe he can only remember it again when he recovers all his memories.

……

Five days later, in a cave, Murong Longcheng slowly stood up, his eyes were overflowing, and the whole person exuded a mysterious momentum, and a pair of eyes were extremely deep, as if he could perceive all the mysteries in the world.

"This force is too huge, and if you want to really absorb it, I'm afraid it will take a long time."

Murong Longcheng muttered to himself, and then, he showed a hint of a smile: "However, it should be almost the same to use to deal with that old monk." ”

With that, Murong Longcheng's body rose into the air and swept in one direction.

……

Shaolin Temple, Tibetan Scripture Pavilion, a little monk is sorting out the bookshelves.

This little monk's name is Xuzhu, his appearance is ugly, and his martial arts are inferior, but he is quite used by the abbot, who sent him to guard the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion and allowed him to browse in it at will.

In addition, the abbot also opened a small stove for Xuzhu from time to time to explain the Buddhist classics and the mysteries of martial arts. This made many other monks look at it and secretly discuss.

Well, this Xuzhu must be the illegitimate son of the abbot.

Even Xuzhu himself was ignorant, and he didn't understand why the abbot took such a fancy to him.

As for the scriptures and martial arts that the abbot explained to him, he was also confused, as if he understood, but also as if he didn't understand, giving him a plausible feeling.

"Everything has a way, like a dream bubble, like dew and electricity, and it has been viewed as such."

Xu Zhu was sitting in the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion at this time, specializing in Buddhism, and suddenly saw the leaves floating outside, and paraquat, but he couldn't help but think of this sentence.

"Great monk, I haven't seen you for a long time, the reincarnation of heaven and man Dafa is indeed very mysterious."

Suddenly, an illusory voice came. Immediately, Xu Zhu only felt that the light in front of him was distorted, and when he recovered, a man in black had already stepped into the Scripture Pavilion in front of him.

Xuzhu didn't understand what he meant, but he was busy standing up, clasping his hands together, and said, "Donor, the Scripture Pavilion is not open to the public. ”

Murong Longcheng looked at Xuzhu, and he was inevitably a little embarrassed in his heart.

The amazing and glamorous, invincible opponents all over the world, and the Jintai heroes with great wisdom have become what they are today.

In the eyes of mortals, the Great Grandmaster was already a first-class immortal. And the celestials above the great grandmaster, all kinds of methods are even more mysterious and abnormal, almost supernatural.

However, heaven and man are still human beings after all, and without that qualitative leap, they will not be able to become immortals and attain the Tao, immortal and immortal, and live with heaven and earth.

Magical powers are invincible to karma.

Karmic retribution, the cycle of life and death, no one can escape.

When he thought of this, Murong Longcheng, who was originally ambitious, had many sighs.

"The sun and the moon are bright, and the darkness is empty. We come from the void and will eventually return to the void. Celestials, heh, are just thieves of heaven and earth. ”

"You and I are both thieves, and now that I, a thief, am almost exhausted, then I can only absorb the bone marrow of your reincarnated thief and eat his flesh and blood, don't be surprised by the great monk."

With that, Murong Longcheng's arm reached forward, and suddenly the strong wind howled, and the four sides of heaven and earth all squeezed towards the little monk.

This hand, don't say that it is such a small monk, even if the abbot of Shaolin comes today, he is helpless.

"Amitabha!"

The little monk's original expression of horror disappeared, but his face became more and more light. With a slight flick of his right hand, he waved his sleeve.

This wave is the "Shaolin Iron Sleeve Gong" in the seventy-two stunts, but the sleeves do not look as hard as iron as ordinary monks, dividing gold and jade. Instead, the sleeves bulged, like a floating cloud.

Boom!

The palms of the hands collided with the sleeves of the shirt, making a muffled sound. The energy collided, knocking all the bookshelves around him into the air.

Murong Longcheng's eyes froze, but he was not surprised, and with his two fingers, he pointed straight towards Xuzhu.

This lightly, with tens of millions of strength, is menacing, as if it contains a terrifying power that pierces the sun, moon and stars.

The huge energy also poured towards the void bamboo with this finger.

The power of this finger can be regarded as a miraculous skill, unparalleled in the world.

Finger Signing!

This is one of the mastery of the Murong clan, and the Murong clan established Houyan back then, how high-spirited. But the later "Battle of Shenhepi" was a battle in which they turned from prosperity to decline.

After that, the Murong clan collapsed, and then destroyed the country.

This is the eternal pain of the Murong family, and then the residence was named "Shenhezhuang", and the martial arts were named "Shenhezhi" to be ashamed of it, shameful and courageous, and used to inspire future generations.

In the face of this amazing move, Xuzhu also had a straight face, showing a solemn and vast meaning.

In an instant, the ground swelled with golden lotus, and the sky fell. The sound of Sanskrit between heaven and earth is clear, as if entering a supreme wonderland.

And behind the bamboo, there is a huge Buddha, the Buddha's face shows compassion, ten fingers rotate, point out again and again, like a Polo flower blooming, beautiful, and full of Zen opportunities.

And the ten qi also flew out, colliding with Murong Longcheng's fingers.

Dora Finger, one of the seventy-two stunts.