Speaking of this, Zhi Ming couldn't help but feel sad in her heart, this feeling was so strange, but so intense, it rushed through her heart and instantly overwhelmed her.

The heartache is unbearable, like being burned in an incinerator burning.

In a trance, she remembered what Master had said to her.

When was that, yes, it was when the master was on the verge of death, and he didn't say anything more, only left her this sentence.

He said: "The world is just a sea of karma, and in the future, you must stick to the top of the poor realm, and do not enter the earthly world, which is your purgatory suffering." ”

The smartest is Master, who has seen through her life early on, calculated her fate, and knows that one day she will not be able to endure the loneliness on the top of the poor realm.

But where does she understand, she has never been to the world, how can she know what the suffering of purgatory is?

I don't understand, I yearn for it, as soon as I enter the red dust, there is no turning back, this road, finally as the master said that day, was turned into a purgatory by her.

"I used to think that you are my only sustenance in this world, that is, no matter how bad the world is, you can't turn your back on me." Her eyes were very sour, and the hot and humid temperature, she realized that it was tears.

She can shed tears, should she be happy or sad?

The top of the poor domain has been cold for so many years, so cold that her bones and blood are frozen, and the tears have been dried early, I don't know what it tastes like.

Now, Fo Leng has made her taste bitter.

"Ah Leng, who knows that in the end, you are the knife that was inserted into my heart."

She cried and laughed and laughed and laughed and laughed, and the great surging of impatience and anger and resentment was like the devil eating at the body and soul.

The night came again and plunged her into boundless darkness.

Buddha Leng is always calm, a green shadow stands under the corridor, and the wind lamp softly plays out the monk's detached and silent atmosphere, rendering the long night.

She is a demon, he is a Buddha.

"Fabulous." She laughed wildly with tears in her eyes, the phoenix crown was shaking and rippling, her face suddenly changed rapidly, the black aura in the corners of her eyes spread, her eyes were blood-red, and there were signs of demonization.

Buddha Leng moved slightly, his eyebrows furrowed, and he changed her name in a low voice: "Hold the Hell." ”

"Ah Leng, I'd rather bear the world than others." The soul blade in her hand turned into a phantom, and the murderous aura was like an overwhelming winter wind, freezing into her bones, she stood in the shadow of the killing scene, and her bloodthirsty lips opened: "I would rather you die than you bear me." ”

"Tonight, if it is not your red lotus karma fire that burns me to ashes, it is I who will use your blood to sacrifice my soul blade."

The words fell and the sword rose, the wind tightened suddenly, the wind lamp under the eaves was destroyed several times, fell and shattered, and the doors and windows were all broken between her sword and the sword.

Bai Meng and Wei Yun were not strong in the end, and they had the intention to stop them, but before they could get close, they were both knocked out and flew out, spitting blood from their mouths and unable to get up.

Only the Buddha Leng, standing in the murderous aura of the monstrous sword shadow, did not move, only the crimson monk's robe, hunting with the wind, red lotus on the ground, inch by inch.

"Great Witch Master, don't hurt my master." Wei Yun suffered internal injuries, and his internal organs were damaged, and he still struggled to get up and head towards the Hades Temple.

As soon as the person moved, he was blocked by Bai Meng, the girl shot like lightning, her lips were bright red, and she gritted her teeth in pain: "Don't measure yourself, you are going to die." ”

Wei Yun was clicked on the acupoint, unable to move, and wanted to make a sound, but he couldn't make a sound at all, so he could only stare at Bai Meng with resentment.

He remembered what Yun Geci had said to him when he left the General's Mansion, to protect the regent Wanquan, and not let him hurt in the slightest.

But now, he can't do anything but watch.

At this time, Chang'an City was suddenly filled with fireworks, and the streamer lit up the entire Chang'an, as bright as the day, and prosperous.

After setting off fireworks for such a long time, they are not as brilliant as they are at this moment, Wei Yun was stunned, it should be a good day to worship the church.

At this moment, the front hall must have become a Shura field, and he was deeply involved in the resentment with the regent, and he really couldn't defend himself.

Where can I take care of anything else who has lost my mind, seeing that Buddha Leng really showed the red lotus karmic fire, he really thought that he was going to do something with her, and his resentment and anger burned even more.

The blood under his eyes was like two raging fires, and he used his hand to fight the sword, and the 10,000-year-old cold blade with a clear body carried a cold light, piercing the night and stabbing straight to Fo Leng's heart.

That's where the lifeline is, the sword enters an inch, the heart and lungs are damaged, and the fate is determined.

The scorching and blooming red lotus karmic fire, but when the cold blade approached, it suddenly subsided, and the Buddha stood coldly in the cold night, as straight as a bamboo, and the human face was lonely and cold.

He's waiting.

The cold blade was unstoppable, and it sank into the monk's chest, and the crimson monk's robe rippled and overwhelmed, suddenly hanging down, without waves.

His body only shook slightly, and the person was still standing straight, but the icy cold blade that passed through his chest, after devouring the blood, had taken on the form of blue blood, and in mid-air, it spun and flew wildly, making a hissing low ghost roar, bringing this dark night into hell.

Everyone didn't expect that Fo Leng didn't return a single move, and he was killed by the obsession alive, and the soul blade was sacrificed, and the blood returned.

It was his heart and lungs that penetrated.

In the hissing sound of the soul blade, Zhi Ming only felt that a sharp blade was inserted into his chest at that moment, and it was not only Fo Leng, but also her.

She was completely unconscious, and stood stiff and unfocused, like a weathered stone sculpture, unable to even make a sound, and her whole body was black and angry, and she retreated in an instant.

Bai Meng was deeply shocked, he didn't expect it to be such a situation, and he didn't know how it ended, and suddenly heard four lung-splitting low roars behind him.

She turned around in a hurry, and the man who was clicked on the acupuncture point by her actually broke through the acupuncture point alive, and blood poured out of his ears, nose and mouth, flowing turbulently, and dyed his robe red.

"King." Wei Yun hissed and cried, dragging his broken body and swooping towards Buddha Leng, his hand just touching his robe, it was already a hand of blood.

Wei Yun was so frightened that he didn't know what to do, and kept shouting in a dumb voice: "Wang, why are you ......?"

Why don't you fight back, why do you suffer the sword of Attachment?

He knew best that the Gu placed in Fo Leng's body was about to attack, and he would fall into a deep sleep, but even if the Gu didn't attack, he would die.

This sword is the soul blade that holds on to the underworld and pierces the heart, where does it come from?

The fireworks seemed to have burned out, the night sky was calm, the front hall didn't know what was going on, it was already silent, the murderous aura around it was gone, and the night breeze was quiet.

It's so quiet, the breeze is blowing, and only the blood in the air is left.

The wind gusted through the hall, and Fo Leng stood at the tuyere, looking at the eyes of the obsession, with compassion and relief: "Persistence, I never thought of bearing you, but I couldn't cross myself." ”