"You didn't think there would be such a day." Tonghui said to Qiande.

"You should thank me, if it wasn't for me to clear the obstacles for you, how could you be this abbot." Qiande's hand retracted into his sleeve robe and began to prepare secretly.

Tonghui stood with one hand on his chest, silently reciting the mantra in his heart for his dead brother.

"Let's go!" The master's voice was amplified by spiritual power and reached everyone's ears.

Qiande quickly retreated, his hands were thrown out of his sleeves, and countless small spells appeared like locusts, flying densely towards Tonghui.

Without waiting for Tonghui to make a move, Qiande's hands were stirred in the air, and the spells rotated, spliced together, condensed together, and the white light bloomed, starting from a tail, slowly evolving into a body, sticking out of its limbs and claws, becoming a tiger roaring in the sky, and condescending to Tonghui with the momentum of shocking mountains and rivers.

At a distance of only three inches from Tonghui at the tip of the claw, Tonghui raised his eyes, and cloudy tears fell.

"There are eight sufferings in the world." Four words came out of his mouth. The Buddha's light directly ignored the distance in space and shrouded Qiande's body, and the spell white tiger was stagnant.

"Bitterness." Colorful light appeared in front of Qiande's eyes, and finally fell into darkness. He suddenly felt that he had become a fetus in his mother's womb, wrapped in warm amniotic fluid, and the umbilical cord attached to him was everything to him. The woman screamed as if she had fallen to the ground, and Gande felt himself being squeezed all over his body, and his already fragile body was crushed to pieces.

"Old bitterness." Before the pain of being squeezed dissipated, his vitality disappeared quickly, and he stretched out his hands in fear to grasp the air to hold the time, but he could only watch the hour hand turn, his skin shrank and withered, his gestures became more and more sluggish, and even his thoughts stopped.

"Sickness." In the eyes of outsiders, Qiande was suddenly stunned in the battle, waving his limbs indiscriminately, and his mouth let out the cry of a baby and the sigh of an old man, or curled up or convulsed. And now he was sneezing and bleeding.

"Love parting, resentment will, can't ask for, five takes." Twelve words sounded in everyone's hearts, the older the person was, the more seriously affected, and all kinds of ups and downs of the past instantly came to their hearts, and they were a little distracted for a while. The powerful monk immediately got rid of this state again, and flew into the air in surprise, carefully watching this battle of life and death, looking at the Tonghui monk who cast the spell, but he did not expect that his Buddhism, which was not obvious in the past, would be so profound and powerful.

Qiande was still immersed in hallucinations and couldn't extricate himself, he fell to the ground with his hair scattered, sometimes wailing, sometimes beating his chest with grief and indignation, and he was also crazy and crazy.

Tonghui looked at the struggling Qiande and slowly spoke: "Dead ......"

Qiande flew into the air, his head lowered.

Before the bitter word came out, the depressing aura had already swept through the entire Xuanzhen Gate.

"My life is not in the sky!" After shaking Qiande, he suddenly raised his head, his eyes shot black and white light and rushed to the sky, and suddenly thunder rolled, dark clouds rolled and white clouds were entangled, and then gathered into the appearance of yin and yang fish. Tonghui's last suffering is interrupted by it.

The sky is divided into two parts, the golden light is vast on the side of Tonghui, the shadow of the gods and Buddhas in the sky, the black and white chaos in Qiande, and the three clears looming.

"Doctrinal warfare! All those whose strength is below the realm of knowing their fate should leave immediately! The master shouted.

Not allowing them to think, the elder had already begun to drive the disciples away from the Xuanzhen Sect as quickly as possible.

The so-called realm of knowing one's fate is actually a summary of one's own life, and through a little bit of experience, to comprehend the connotation of the exercises practiced. Most of the exercises are based on Buddhism and Taoism, so those who can reach the well-known realm will no longer be confused by external objects, but if the disciples who fail to comprehend it encounter a scene of doctrinal conflict, they will waver in their beliefs, and once their beliefs waver, all their past efforts will come to naught.

Now the state of Tonghui and Qiande is already endless. Unless one party's inner faith is shattered, it will only remain deadlocked.

"Work together to hold up the barrier and prevent the power from escaping!" The Master commands all the rest.

The others stood in the air, surrounded the ring in the air, and together raised their hands to convey spiritual power to isolate the space of the ring.

The aura of heaven and earth was withdrawn, and the two people in the barrier could not support so many visions of heaven and earth, and only Sakyamuni was left behind Tonghui, and the one standing beside Qiande was Yuqing Yuan Shi Tianzun.

They didn't move, but the two forces of the Buddha and the Tao that collided inside made the people outside a little unbearable.

The only one who is not affected is Gou's father, who has no cultivation and no beliefs, and there is no direct conflict between the core values of socialism and the two doctrines. The danger in the eyes of others is just a melon to him, a huge melon that can be eaten for a day.

Out of nowhere, he pulled out the bazooka and aimed it at the ring. If these two people would cause the slightest harm to his wife or the master, he would not hesitate to pull the trigger.

Qiande's seven orifices were still bleeding, and Tonghui began to tremble, no longer as easy as he had been.

"Old bald donkey, is the situation you want now?" The corners of Qiande's mouth twitched, and he asked madly.

"It's the result of your death and my death, in order to avenge your senior brother, you and Han Jianguo, at least one will die."

"Look at the Buddha behind you, he agrees with you doing this!"

"If I don't go to hell, who will?"

"Truly, this is up to me!" The figure of Yuqing Yuan Shi Tianzun behind Qiande was like a mirror cracked and collapsed. The black wings on his back poked out, purple patterns began to spread from his neck to his face, and his eyes began to turn into a bewitching purple.

The wings spread suddenly, the black feathers flew one after another, and Qianyi's strength directly reached the peak of the dust realm from the half-step out of the dust realm, and the demonic nature directly overwhelmed the power of Tonghui.

"You actually chose to become a demon cultivator!" Tonghui tried her best to resist the demonic erosion.

Qianxin, another elder of the Dragon Tiger Gate who was supporting the barrier outside, suddenly withdrew his hand, the barrier lost part of it and opened widely, and Qiande took the opportunity to spread his wings and fly out, grabbing Qianxin's shoulders, and the two of them fled in the direction of the Dragon Tiger Gate.

"Do you know that Qiande is going to step into the devil's path? Looking at Qianxin's appearance, Longhumen already knew that the head of the sect wanted to enter the demon. The master looked at Han Zhangmen, Han Zhangmen shook his head, he was also surprised, why Qianyi would make such a choice, as an ally, he didn't know at all.

"I don't know." Master Han sighed.

Tong Hui coughed and straightened up with difficulty: "It takes time to prepare for complete demonization, and it seems that he has already started." ”

"In that case, are you still cooperating?" The master looked at the silent Han Zhangmen.

Head Han shook his head: "I didn't expect such a situation. ”

"At that time, the demon cultivator who went to arrest Gou Haodong must have been sent by Qiande's people." The master's face was solemn. Now these things are gradually becoming clear, but for them, it is becoming more and more unobtrusive.

According to the current state of the Dragon and Tiger Gate, it has been inherited for a long time, and there are hundreds of disciples up and down, if they all turn into demon cultivation. It may take the Qi Dun and the Shaolin Gate to work together to resist, but it is clear that the Shaolin Gate and the Qi Dun Gate are incompatible.

Everyone remained silent, and began to think about their sect in their hearts. For this matter to be resolved, someone needs to step back.

"The matter has come to this, we, the Shaolin Gate, have decided to turn the war into a jade silk." Tonghui thought for a long time and said this sentence slowly.

"Abbot Gaoyi." Dusty Ji salutes Tonghui.

"Alas, after a thousand calculations, I didn't expect such a result." Han Zhangmen said. In this way, the action of dominating the entire cultivation realm is afraid that it will stop. "We are Qidunmen, and we are willing to compensate for ten Shaolin Gate spirit stones, a magic weapon, and an outer door forging exercise."

"Then we don't have to leave, now let's start deliberating what to do next." The master said to the crowd in front of him.

Gou Dad and Gou Mom glanced at each other, and they both saw worry in each other's eyes.

The cultivation realm is becoming more and more unstable.