Jianghu is just a game, and the life and death of the player, in fact, is really just a small ordeal.

However, the pain of life and death is often borne the heaviest by not the deceased, but by the survivors.

If the partner who suffers with him is tortured and killed in front of him, those who don't care may laugh it off, and those who care can experience the pain of death, and the more he cares, the greater the pain he will endure.

Obviously, the twilight that blends into the rivers and lakes can't be ignored, so the pain that penetrates into the bone marrow is tormenting him crazily!

"Hmm!" The cold and bone-chilling sword intent distorted the space, accompanied by the overwhelming pressure, affecting at least the young man, but it still failed to affect the young man who was in remorse, his brows furrowed, even if he was well-informed, the old man in white couldn't see why the young man would now regard his offensive as nothing.

The blood-red dusk in front of him, his face covered with blood, indulged in the scene when the three of them died, completely forgetting the crisis he was in now.

The sword intent is like a blade, cold as ice, the momentum is like a mountain, and the weight is like Wuyue, although the youthful spirit has not been affected by the old man in white, but his body is slowly twisted under the sword intent and pressure.

Wisps of blood appeared on the young man's scarred body, and a little blood was wantonly sprinkled from the young man's wounds, dyeing the young man's remaining ground into a cloud of scarlet.

However, just when the young man looked like he was about to be crushed by the flood of pressure and sword intent, wisps of faint golden brilliance slowly leached out with the young man's blood.

"What's going on!" Seeing the light flowing slowly around the young man, the momentum of the old man in white was stunned, he was curious, stabilized the momentum of climbing, and did not kill the young man immediately, he wanted to see what was the reason for the young man's situation.

The young man, whose mind was already on the verge of collapse, did not notice the changes in his body at this time.

When the pressure and sword intent passed through the young man's body, unscrupulously rushed into the young man's meridians and wreaked havoc, the twilight in pain forgot to mobilize his internal strength to resist. The golden torrent retreated step by step, and in an instant, it was forced into the dantian by the monstrous momentum. And when the pressure of the sword intent was like a bamboo, and he wanted to rush into the dantian and completely destroy the last trace of the young man's vitality, the "Jiuyang True Scripture" automatically protected the master, the golden ocean, and the big waves protruded.

The golden ocean swirled violently, and in the high waves, nine golden dragons rushed up, breaking through the sea and rushing into the sky. The vast and majestic golden inner strength is tumbling and surging, and a simple and vast golden Buddha slowly rises from the ocean, surrounded by nine golden dragons, like a round of golden sun, jumping out of the sea and releasing ten thousand lights.

The Buddha's light shone brightly, purifying the Quartet, wisps of golden light spread in the middle, and the sword intent and mighty momentum that had invaded the young man's body suddenly slammed, as if the sword intent was provoked, with wisps of contempt and arrogance, and rushed straight to the Buddha.

"Roar..."

Nine dragon roars broke through the endless nothingness, and the golden dragon covered in clear and clear glass, in a Buddha sound, greeted the ten thousand sword lights, and roared high.

"Boom!"

The sword light was numerous, stabbing at the golden dragon with a bit of golden light, and quickly disappeared between the golden dragon's scales and claws.

Attacked by the sword light, the nine golden dragons opened their teeth and danced their claws, the golden clouds rolled into a tide, and the Dao roared, resounding through the vast dantian.

"Amitabha!"

A Buddha chant that seemed to be there sounded leisurely in the dantian, and the wisps of solemn and solemn flavor followed. Under the chant of the Buddha, the nine golden dragons seemed to be stimulated, and their momentum increased violently, bringing a monstrous roar, following the meridians of the young man, rampage, and crushing all the invading sword intents, and in an instant, wisps of streamer light leached out.

"What a strong Buddhist internal strength!"

Feeling the heat and solemnity that came from the gradually stronger brilliance, the old man in white became more and more strange, Shaolin Temple is the top sect of the Han Empire, and it is also the ancestral court of Zen Buddhism, the birthplace of Buddhist martial arts.

The flashing brilliance on the young man's body, with a hint of compassion in the ferocity, and a hint of Zen in the masculinity, is indeed from Buddhism. But this is sometimes masculine, sometimes gentle, when I care about it, it is like a mountain thick, and when I am unintentionally like a creek's continuous internal strength fluctuations, the old man in white has never been in contact, and he can hold on for so long under his own pressure and sword intent, the source of this internal strength is by no means idle.

"I didn't expect to have such a stunt on my body, but I underestimated you!" A trace of greed flashed in his eyes, anyway, the seeds of the one hundred and eight space tunnels were broken, then the life and death of this young man was no longer in the way of the final plan, thinking that the magic skills that the young man learned might be the secret of the Shaolin Temple, the old man in white was on fire in his heart.

"Hmm!" Just as the old man stepped forward quickly, trying to hold the young man, the pillar of light on the young man's body suddenly shook, and the space around the pillar of light, from top to bottom, shattered, and a space channel as black as ink pierced the vast blood-colored array and spilled quickly towards the young man.

"Not good!"

I wanted to take down the boy and force him to learn, but now the space channel has begun to appear, when the space channel is completely formed, he will be and the boy is already in the two worlds, even if the old man in white is at the peak, in the face of the isolation of the space channel, he does not dare to take down the boy in the channel lightly, not to mention that now, his strength has not really recovered to its peak. Once he stepped into the shrouded range of the spatial passage, it was almost impossible for the old man in white to withdraw and invade this temporarily opened spatial passage, and he who practiced blood gang was likely to be treated as an intruder by the space, and he would be crushed in an instant, and his bones would be gone.

Knowing that the young man is a peerless student, it must be a hidden danger to let it out, and when it is broken, the old man in white has a cold flash, and he can't care about the temptation of the peerless school, his hands are sealed on his chest, the space around him twists wildly, and the endless sword intent rushes out, crossing the space channel that has not yet been completely formed, and frantically rushing towards the boy.

"Buzz!"

Huang Zhong's voice resounded throughout this world, and the streamer that had originally lingered around the young man's body swelled violently in the face of the surging pressure, and nine golden dragons poured out of the young man's body, blocking all the endless sword intent outside the young man's body. Then, a giant Buddha hung from the boy's head, with a vast clarity and compassion, enveloping the boy.

With his hands clasped together, a Buddha chanted, and the original vast sword intent was like snow meeting the sun, and in an instant, the ice melted and the snow melted, and there was no trace of it.

In the ugly face of the old man in white, the fainted young man was sucked up by the gravitational pull of the spatial channel, and under the golden Buddha, he slowly ascended. And in the ascension, the nine golden dragons tossed and swam, turned into nine golden suns, suspended behind the head of the golden Buddha, and slowly disappeared in front of the old man in white with the spatial passage.

"Jiuyang is in the sky, what kind of martial arts is this!" After decades of strolling through the Han Empire, he had never come into contact with this martial arts, and the old man in white was even more puzzled.

The young man disappeared on the watch island, but the battle in the sea area of exile had just begun, and he took a deep look at the space that was slowly returning to calm, and shook off the worry in his heart, the figure of the old man in white flashed, and the person had already rushed to the sky.