Whew!

The first-level demon beast, the black demon wolf, lay on the ground sadly, with tears in his eyes, licking the bleeding wound with his tongue.

On its body, a total of 1,800 sword marks were left, but none of them were wounded in the vital places, and I don't know whether to be happy or sad.

It didn't dare to run away, that guy was faster than it, and he could kill it with one move.

The person on the other side, it's terrible!

Ye Changsheng sat cross-legged, ignoring the black demon wolf's hateful gaze.

He kept the life of the black demon wolf because he didn't want to break the balance here and break the silence here.

Today is the day of his death.

Three months ago today, Wan'er pushed him off the road and ended his life.

He doesn't understand the way of heaven, he doesn't understand fate, and he doesn't understand reincarnation, he just feels that something will happen today.

Fate is like two invisible hands, tearing him from two directions, and all kinds of distracting thoughts are born in his heart, none of which can be stopped.

Will I disappear from this world?

Will the traces of my existence be erased?

Or is there another world where I'm dead?

Who am I now?

Where do I come from and where am I going?

The gray aura, if there is nothing, envelops Ye Changsheng.

He wanted to get rid of it, but he couldn't.

Wouldn't it be ironic for a demon cultivator to recite the Prajna Heart Sutra?

When contemplating the bodhisattva of freedom and walking in the deep prajnaparamita, he sees that the five aggregates are empty and overcomes all suffering.

The relics, the color is not different from the emptiness, the emptiness is not different from the color, the color is the emptiness, the emptiness is the color, and the same is true when you want to know it......

According to Prajnaparamita, the mind is free of obstacles, there are no obstacles, there is no terror, and it is far from upside-down dreams, and it is nirvana......

Changsheng seemed to go back to that night three years ago, countless nights.

He rolled on the bed in pain, his teeth almost crushed, and he pounded his heart hard.

Sledgehammer wept, knelt beside the bed, and recited the Heart Sutra with him.

is numb, or has it been through suffering, and after the pain is withdrawn, immortality is like an empty shell, and there is no love in life.

Just like him now, the whole person is empty.

The continuous sound of chanting, if there is nothing, echoes in the smoke and steaming earth.

The fierce light in the eyes of the black demon wolf dissipated, and he lay there quietly.

Countless poisons stop preying and lurk in the shadowy underground.

The monster hunter who fell to the ground watched the black waves rolled up by poisonous insects hovering above his head.

Uncle Wu held the snake fork of the snake's head and couldn't help but pause.

The shopkeeper of the armory shop, who wept bitterly, knelt on the ground, the sharp teeth of the poisonous lizard in front of him, and the sharp sword of the girl behind him, froze him on the edge of life and death......

The red sun crossed the sky and hung over the western mountains, and the afterglow reflected the dark clouds in the sky.

"Boom!"

The dull sound of thunder echoed in the sky, and Ye Changsheng's heart beat violently.

The small black sword inserted into the heart showed a gray mark.

The dead gray quickly spread across the sword.

His vitality was like a candle flame in the wind, and it dimmed in an instant.

"Boom!"

Thousands of miles away, at the foot of Wuji Mountain.

A bolt of lightning fell straight down and struck the top of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tower.

The colorful aura of the seven-colored treasure light, layer by layer, circle by circle, ripples endlessly.

Nine mottled stone statues sitting cross-legged opened their eyes.

In the glazed tower, the colorful light is swirling, and there are nine lotus treasure lanterns, each of which is as big as a wheel, shining brightly.

In the center of the Nine Lotus Treasure Lamp, a tall man in black sat cross-legged with his body suspended in the air.

The black-clothed man had a cold face, his eyes drooped, and the corners of his cold lips had a faint smile, exuding a Ling Ran aura all over his body.

Even if two thousand years have passed, that Ling Ran's aura has not diminished in the slightest, and that trace of smile is as eternal as the halo of the bright moon.

It was an unruly smile, but it was also endlessly desolate.

It was a laugh that mocked all beings, but it was full of helpless self-deprecation.

The black cloak on his body shook slightly, revealing a strange black light in the stitched textures.

A gray aura rose from under his body and quickly enveloped his body.

Nine ancient monks in gray clothes like stone statues, with white beards and white eyebrows, looked compassionate and compassionate, sat down cross-legged at the same time, and recited the "Book of Wishes" in their mouths.

The mighty sound of Buddha echoes the world in all directions.

The man in black turned into white points of light and slowly drifted upward.

His physical body gradually disappeared, and that illusory smile disappeared into the void of time and space.

The black cloak fell down like a world falling to the ground, emitting a distant roar.

Ninety-nine eighty-one relics, flashing with golden light, like stars, falling like rain.

The golden relics danced on the glazed ground, making an ethereal sound.

The nine ancient monks slowly raised their eyes, and their cloudy eyes were full of sorrow.

Wuji, you're finally gone......

A round of blurry light marks peeled off from the small gray sword and dived into the depths of Ye Changsheng's soul sea.

A deep desolation to the soul, a kind of nothingness that fell into silence, surrounded immortality, making him want to cry but couldn't.

September 19, today is his death day, and the way of heaven has finally eaten him.

The floating lotus in the sea of qi turned into a dead gray, and the petals that were once lit were all dimmed.

The senses, the senses, the strength, the defenses, the bodily functions, are all rapidly declining, as if falling into the abyss.

His body could no longer automatically dissipate the damage caused by the poisonous mist as before.

There were bursts of tingling pain on his body, and his face was hot and full of burning pain.

Ye Changsheng took out a bottle of detoxification pill and poured out one and fed it to his mouth.

He wasn't depressed, he wasn't sad, at least he was alive.

Since you are alive, you must live well.

Any cultivator will be in awe of the ethereal Heavenly Dao.

This awe will eventually fall on cause and effect.

After experiencing this backlash, he let go of something in his heart and became relieved.

Suddenly thinking of something, Ye Changsheng couldn't help but move in his heart.

Lose in hake, but gain in herring.

The aura of the demonic skill was sealed, isn't it the opportunity to cultivate the "Urra Heart Sutra"?

If I can bless the "Ura Heart Sutra" on my body, who can say in the future that I, Ye Changsheng, am a demon cultivator?

Ye Changsheng took out the "Jiluo Supreme Enlightenment Heart Sutra", placed it in front of him, and took out an elixir that was sprinkled with red light, and put it in his mouth.

This pill was one of the nine soul pills that Ye Changsheng had obtained from the Demon Arena when he took the Demon Ring.

Each soul pill gathers powerful soul power, and after refining, they are more condensed and pure.

The pill melted in his mouth, and a trace of cool breath rushed straight upward, nourishing Ye Changsheng's soul.

Ye Changsheng's spirit was greatly boosted, and his soul became extremely condensed and powerful.

His two fingers merged into a sword finger, pointing to the blood meridian from afar, and a thought extended out.

The qi of the "Ura Heart Sutra" was pulled and trembled violently.

It slowly floated up from the ground, levitating in front of Ye Changsheng.

With an unprecedented fighting spirit surging in his chest, Changsheng's eyes widened angrily, his sword pointed up, and he shouted: "Open!"