As soon as the monk waved his hand, signaling him to be restless, he took two steps back, came to Xu Zheng's side, patted his arm, and whispered: "Xiao Xu, will you recite the Prajnaparamita Heart Sutra?" ”

Xu Zheng was a little surprised, but he still nodded and said, "Well, it's very familiar." ”

"That's good, I'm going to cross your golden body now and help you break the illusion of the old demon with dry bones."

After saying that, the monk of Sande stretched out a hand and slashed it on his wrist, only to see a trace of golden blood flowing out of the bright red blood.

He put it on Xu Zheng's head, and the blood immediately stained Xu Zheng's forehead, and said loudly: "It's now." ”

I saw Xu close his eyes, put his hands together, and began to recite the scriptures attentively: "When the Bodhisattva of Freedom and Freedom is walking in the deep Prajnaparamita, he sees that the five aggregates are empty, and he overcomes all suffering. Relics, the color is not different from the empty, the empty is not different from the color......"

As Xu Zheng recited the scriptures faster and faster, on his body, a golden Buddha light suddenly emitted, and where the golden light shrouded, the bell rang, the Sanskrit sound lingered, and the sound seemed to be far and near, constantly vibrating in the hearts of everyone.

The blood that kept flowing on Xu Zheng's body immediately turned into golden light, and the golden light became more and more dense as the blood flowed more and more, constantly enveloping everything around.

Shi Yijian saw that the three demon spirits were also affected by the Buddha's light, and their bodies were constantly trembling, so he immediately took a few steps forward and recalled the three great immortals, so as not to damage their souls.

The Dry Bone Demon Lord on the opposite side saw the golden light rushing towards him, and flew back quickly, deliberately avoiding its edge, but this Buddha light seemed to have spirituality, and constantly formed a golden sword light, following the shadow.

The Dry Bone Demon Lord's hands kept waving, striking out countless black rays, trying to block the approach of these ten thousand golden sword rays, but the golden rays were too majestic, and once the black rays came into contact, they immediately turned into countless dust.

Seeing that Jin Mang's momentum was like a broken bamboo, he couldn't help but be furious: "Hmph, it's too much of a deception." ”

With that, he slapped out with all his might, and shot out a thick black mang, blocking Jin Mang's attack, and then his body continued to twist, and suddenly transformed into a group of black crows with red eyes, and went straight towards Xu Zheng and Sande Monk.

Seeing this, Shi Yijian, who was standing at the front, couldn't help but think about it, and immediately grabbed a few Yang-Creating Soul Fixing Pills in his pocket, and at the same time pulled out the Baqi Demon Knife, crushing the Yang-Creating Soul Shaping Pill and throwing it at the red-eyed crows, and slashed at this group of oncoming crows.

It's just that I never expected that this group of crows that were cut down with a knife suddenly turned into a red fog, instantly wrapped Shi Yijian, and flew towards the altar dozens of meters high.

When the rest of the people saw this, they couldn't help but be shocked, and immediately climbed the stone steps to the altar, but when they arrived, the fog had all dissipated, and even Shi Yijian was nowhere to be found.

At this time, Shi Yijian's eyes were black, as if he was soaked in water, he only felt light and fluttering, and the surroundings were empty, he kicked his hands and feet, and suddenly stumbled and fell into a dry bone.

A huge skull was looking at Shi Yijian who had fallen to the ground, and in the hollow eye sockets, there were some hideous-looking little insects and ants, so frightened that he hurriedly struggled and quickly looked at everything around him.

Shi Yijian hurriedly shouted the names of the others, but except for the echo, it seemed that he was the only one in this world.

Recalling the scene of slashing at the red-eyed crow flock just now, Shi Yijian couldn't figure out what was going on. He was a little scared, so he quickly picked up the Baqi Demon Knife on the ground, and shouted a few times Sister Hei, and the red light flashed in the hilt, and the three-headed snake appeared in front of him.

Only then did Shi Yijian settle down, and summoned them together with the rat spirit and the weasel, asking them to see what was going on.

On the other side, after Shi Yijian disappeared mysteriously, everyone searched again and again, but still did not find Shi Yijian's figure, so they couldn't help but sit in the stone steps, and asked the Sande monk about the reason for the matter.

Monk Sande was particularly pale due to excessive blood loss, and he was helped by Xu Zheng to sit down in the stone steps and rest for a while, so he had some strength to describe the things here in detail with everyone.

The Dry Bone Demon Lord in front of him was just an illusion of his true figure, and his true body had been sealed under eight huge white jade pillars.

The eight stone eyes on the stone pillar are the eyes of the array, and these stone eyes look at the red moon, constantly absorbing the essence of the red moon to suppress the Dry Bone Demon Lord.

Since the Dry Bone Forest was originally a sealed place, it was blocked by a powerful enchantment phantom array, which on the one hand was to prevent the resentful spirits from escaping from the scourge, and on the other hand, it also blocked the cultivators who came to hunt for treasures in later generations.

It's just that due to the age, many enchantments have been loosened, and the Dry Bone Demon Lord used these loose enchantment phantom arrays to create an illusion similar to the deity, and helped some resentful spirits take the opportunity to escape from the seal. They are under the control of the Bone Demon Lord, and they are constantly wandering the Dry Bone Forest. And the ancient zombie encountered by the seven-person team was one of the people who came to test them.

If there were other powerful cultivators who came to their aid, then these loose enchantments would take them to another place, and the seven of them would not be able to enter the altar at all. Therefore, the Sande monk could only quietly lurk in it, following everyone all the way into the world inside the enchantment, and destroying the true purpose of the Dry Bone Demon Lord.

When they heard this, they all fell into deep thought.

The second eldest Fu Jitian said the question in his heart: "Senior, what is the purpose of this altar, why does the Dry Bone Demon Lord also want to use my sixth brother to sacrifice?" ”

"This altar is called the Altar of the Seal. According to legend, the altar here can only be opened by living people with special constitutions as blood sacrifices. Alas, I still underestimated the ability of this Dry Bone Demon Lord, and I want to take revenge with my years of cultivation, it seems that it is really wishful thinking. ”

When the monk Sande said this, he shook his head again and again, looking like he regretted not being at the beginning.

Reminiscing about the past, it is unbearable to look back.

Back then, the fifth day of the first month with the broad number of Dao numbers and a group of like-minded Qimen people, including an ancestor of the Shi family, were all deceived into the Three Realms Ghost Domain by the Dry Bone Demon Lord who incarnated as a Cave Heaven Daoist.

In the altar of the Stone Pillar Temple, the true form of the Dongtian Daoist was revealed, not only asking the ancestors of the Shi family to dedicate their eyes to open the sealing gate, but also asking them to sacrifice the blood of these Taoist disciples.

It was a fight without suspense.

Between life and death, this ancestor of the Shi family did not hesitate to destroy his eyes, just to be able to drag the Dry Bone Demon Lord and create a way for them to live.

However, the entire forest of dry bones is simply a huge encirclement. There are resentful zombies in the way, and red-eyed crows chasing after them.

It can be described as an ambush on all sides.

More than a dozen Taoist friends with advanced Taoism fought all the way to break through, but in the end they were outnumbered. Seeing the Taoist friends around him fall one by one, the seriously injured Chu Wu knew that today, they were going to Huangquan together.

However, there is no end to it.

Just when he was surrounded by countless red-eyed crows on the fifth day of the first month, and his body was broken into thousands of pieces, an unkempt old man appeared.

On the fifth day of the first day of the Great Tribulation, in the small half year of recuperation in the Three Realms Ghost Domain, he was enlightened by the old man, and his cultivation could be regarded as advancing by leaps and bounds, and at the same time, he also knew some things about this ghost domain.

The grace of a drop of water should be reciprocated by a spring.

Returning to the world from the Three Realms Ghost Domain, Guang Miao did not hesitate to abandon the Tao to cultivate Buddhism, and after learning something, he stayed in the Three Realms Ghost Domain for decades for life, just for the original promise.

Everyone was silent, and after a long time, the third Zhang Guojie said: "Senior, is there any way you can find our brother's whereabouts?" ”

"There are too many enchantments here, and once you enter it, it's like two worlds, and you can't find anyone. However, since the illusion of the old devil with dry bones has been dispelled by us, it will be difficult for the old devil to condense a new illusion in a short period of time, and I don't think your sixth will be in any danger for the time being. ”

Monk Sande shook his body and stood up: "It's a few of us who have stayed here for a long time, maybe the old devil who is pressed under the stone pillar is summoning the resentful zombies to come out, I think we should get out of this ominous place as soon as possible, and it will change later." ”

Everyone had palpitations for a while, and they who had fought with zombies knew that this place was too dangerous, and the old monk was now physically exhausted, so he had no combat power.

While following Monk Sande out of the forest of dry bones, the six of them kept inquiring about the deeds of the old monk. It's just that the old man in front of him didn't answer the question, obviously he didn't want to tell everyone the whole truth.

The six of them had no choice but to withdraw and settle down first, and then make other plans.

On the other side of the barrier, there is an overgrown area of dead grass all around, and there are no strange trees seen in the Dry Bone Forest.

The empty barren mountains and mountains are silent, and insects, ants, birds and beasts are nowhere to be seen. There was only an endless path of dilapidated stone paths, overgrown with weeds in the cracks of the stones, and it was obvious that this stone path had been abandoned for some years.

Shi Yijian took out the few cigarettes left, and after smoking two cigarettes in a row, he was still confused, so he simply stood up, took out the golden compass, and walked along the stone path with the three great immortals.

The stone path meandered down, and after walking for a long time, Shi Yijian's eyes suddenly lit up, and not far away, a stone tablet tomb appeared in front of his eyes.

Shi Yijian can be regarded as a mixed blessing, happy that where there is a tomb, there will be people nearby, but the worry is that these people are inseparable from friend and foe.

Approaching to watch, the stone tablet tomb is not big, only half a person high, and the side is covered with wild grass, if it is not for the empty area around the stone road, Shi Yijian is really difficult to find. He stepped forward, broke open the grass on the grave, and looked at the words recorded in the stone tablet, these words were old and had become blurred, and occasionally one or two simple strokes of the text, the three spirits and one person were like reading a book from heaven, and they didn't know what to do.

Shi Yijian looked at it for a while, and felt that there was no useful value in it, so he stood up, patted the dirt on his hands, and was about to continue walking, when suddenly, a flash of inspiration flashed in his mind, and a poem came out: The wilderness lonely grave winds the road, and the clavicle tower looks at the journey.