A murderous aura has invisibly permeated around his body, he slowly pulled out his long sword, staring at the direction where the purple shadow is, and the sword style is full of murderous aura.

There was a loud bang, and Xiao Heishan didn't need to look at those sheep people at all, he broke through the wall of light and chased towards the location of the purple figure.

Behind him, the grass vanished, leaving only sheepskin corpses in its wake.

Xiao Heishan never dreamed that he would meet him here, the demon king who poisoned the entire mountain villa. The strong aura on his body that was almost indissolvable, as long as Xiao Heishan sniffed it, he would not go wrong.

Most of the people Xiao Heishan killed before were small minions, or some demon organizations, just because they had some demon king's breath left on them. But none of them are the main masters, but at the moment, this purple shadow has made Xiao Heishan touch the deepest hatred in his heart.

It was precisely this that stimulated the killing intent in his heart, and finally completed the killing move. You must know that the more advanced the killing technique, the more killing qi is required. Most killers accumulate killing qi through killing, which is also the reason why the old woman asked Xiao Heishan to come to prison to cultivate, and Xiao Heishan used hatred to stimulate the killing qi in his body.

Anyway.... Xiao Heishan was already in the killing qi at this time, his killing technique was melted with it, and his body was almost to the extreme, and the person had moved, like a sword intent, shooting straight to the location of the purple shadow just now. It's just that when he landed, there was no one to go. Xiao Heishan refused to give up, and after tracking for a long distance, he had no choice but to stop. He looked up at the sky, and the sorrow and sorrow in his heart burst out.

Yes... Xiao Heishan raised his head to the sky and shouted, his voice pierced the sky, and it also alarmed more fierce characters in the prison, they followed the sound to find him, and a series of cruel and bloody killings were waiting for him.

Seven days later.

When the old woman opened the enchantment and stood in the prison, Xiao Heishan's figure slowly came out of the clouds, and just by looking at it, the old woman's eyes suddenly lit up. Now Xiao Heishan in front of her is a different person than seven days ago, his body condenses a killing aura, and every move gives people a deterrent power.

Seeing Xiao Heishan at this time, the old woman nodded with satisfaction and said: "Boy, you have grown up well, this is the food for seven days, and the old woman will come to see you in seven days" After speaking, the old woman threw the basket in her hand to Xiao Heishan.

After taking the food, Xiao Heishan just glanced at it casually, then turned around and walked into the mist, his killing intent, even through the mist, still made the old woman feel a chill.

"Stinky boy, as the old man said, he is a natural killer.... It's a pity that your fate is destined to die with that demon, even if the old woman owes you a favor, your hatred, the old woman will help you repay it."

After saying a word, the expression on the old woman's face disappeared instantly, and she returned to her zombie-like withered face. Her withered hands sprinkled through the clouds, and circles of purple light flashed in the mist, and she stepped out of the barrier.

Valley of Flowers.

Thousands of flowers are in full bloom, and countless delicate figures surround the old monk and the little monk, talking to each other and whispering. provoked the little monk's eyes to keep looking around, but the old monk knocked heavily on the door of his head, and said: 'Don't look at indecent things, don't say anything'.

The little monk held his head, stared at the old monk with an aggrieved face, and muttered: "Zen master, they came to seduce the disciple first, and the disciple is not a person who is greedy for beauty."

"Delusional thoughts in the heart, if your heart is like stopping water, how can you be disturbed by external forces, sit down and recite the Heart Sutra of Exorcism a hundred times" When the old monk heard this, he glared at the little monk.

"Yes" Seeing that the old monk's attitude became serious, the little monk didn't dare to look around anymore, so he found a brocade group and sat down cross-legged. He folded his hands in front of his chest, grabbed the rosary on his chest, and muttered vigorously, "There is no ignorance, there is no end to ignorance, there is no old age, there is no old age, there is no old age." There is no suffering to gather and destroy the Tao, there is no wisdom and no gain, so there is no gain. Bodhisattva, according to Prajnaparamita, has no obstacles, no obstacles, no fears, is far from upside-down dreams, and is nirvana...".

With the sound of the two monks chanting Zen, there seemed to be a solemn atmosphere in the Valley of Hundred Flowers, and even those naughty little girls were silent, not daring to provoke these two unfathomable monks. In late autumn, the flowers in the Valley of Hundred Flowers are vibrant, and even the air is filled with a hint of fat powder. With such an environment and such a beauty, it is difficult for the little monk to have this determination.

The old monk opened his eyes slightly, glanced at the little monk, and found that his spiritual platform was empty at this time, and his pupils were walking under his eyelids, which was the appearance of entry.

As for the old monk, he has already reached the point where he is not shocked, in his eyes, no matter how beautiful the flowers are, they are just dung, and no matter how beautiful the skin is, they are just dry bones in the mound. The old monk does not need to sit in meditation, and his mind is already calm. He stood up slightly and paced slowly along the mountain. Looking for that feeling in my heart.

If it weren't for this feeling, he might have returned to the Brahma realm with the little monk a long time ago. The old monk had no hope at all for the premonition that arose from that feeling. In his heart, although he was looking forward to the fact that Zen Master Brahma would not pass away, thousands of years had passed, and even the most persistent thoughts were indifferent.

However, when he entered this plane, he suddenly had a premonition in his heart, as if the Brahma Zen master was here. It's just that the feeling is very vague, and once you use Zen eyes to explore it, it is ethereal. Even so, the old monk decided to stay in this plane with the little monk for a few more days, even if it was just a delusion, he hoped that it could become real.

Because when the Burning Heaven Zen Master left the Heavenly Realm, he not only took away the first Golden Body Buddha, but also took away the Brahma Sutra for cultivating the Golden Body Buddha. This is also the reason why no one in the Brahma realm has been able to cultivate the Golden Body Buddha for thousands of years.

The old monk walked slowly up the ridge, very free and easy, naturally, and did not deliberately look for anything. He just sees this as a practice for himself.

Robes, Zen staffs, bowls, the whole person is like a real Buddha, stepping into the air, into the clouds, falling into the canyon, as if his footsteps are no longer affected by the terrain, he is just walking on the flat ground.

By the beginning of the rising sun, the old monk faces the sea of clouds in the east, his body is relaxed, leaning on the steep rock wall, and the whole person seems to grow in the cracks of the rocks. He raised his head slightly towards the east, the red sun pierced through the clouds and shot into his pupils, at this moment, he is the sun, the heaven and the earth, and there is no longer any distinction between you and me.

Just when the old monk was in the realm of the unity of heaven and man, a sudden cold air hit, causing his body to gradually blur and recondense. His soft gaze also became brilliant at this time. Especially the beard under his forehead, which is windless and automatic, and then his body is empty, his steps are reversed, and he crosses this canyon in one step.

When he stood on another peak, the red sun in the east had been obscured by black clouds and mist, the earth seemed to be darkened all of a sudden, and the ground was accompanied by a murderous aura, and within a hundred miles, it almost turned into chicken powder when it was touched. The black cloud rose into the sky, and in the blink of an eye, it filled the entire sky.

Seeing this scene, the old monk's expression gradually became solemn, and he knew very well that the demon who came this time was many times stronger and more violent than the woman before. In particular, the black spirochea, which has long exceeded the quaternary gradient, seems to have originated from the ancient place. The old monk clasped his hands together and chanted a sentence: Amitabha. He shook the Zen staff in his hand, and the person had rushed to the black cloud on the opposite side.

He didn't like to let the dark clouds approach the boundaries of the Valley of Hundred Flowers, whether it was for the little monks or those women in the valley. The old monk's figure was fluttering, like a huge kite, falling into the black clouds, and he immediately sensed another mysterious spiral barrier. His body flickered, and his eyes were tugged into it.

When he fixed his senses, he found that in the black space opposite, there was a monster with wings and countless compound eyes, and a strange man whose whole body was covered by black qi and whose eyes were extremely cold. The momentum of these two bodies is extremely similar, which makes the old monk feel an inexplicable fear.

With the state of mind of the old monk practicing meditation, it is impossible to say that even a selfish distraction is impossible, but this terrible momentum has really affected the old monk's Zen heart. It can be seen how terrible the other party is, and the old monk can sense the murderous aura contained in it.

At the moment when the old monk had just landed, the black strange man on the opposite side, as well as the compound-eyed monster, rushed towards him almost at the same time. Whether it was the speed or the terrifying dark power, the old monk did not dare to underestimate it. His arm shook slightly, and the Zen staff in his hand unfolded the Thirty-six Way Fu Wand Method.

In the golden light, the old monk swung at the black qi, in the dark realm, his speed was limited, and naturally he could not be compared with the and the ghostly beast, so he was only in a defensive state now. The old monk will not admit defeat easily, he will dance the demon pestle in his hand impenetrable, and he can also play one or two magic spells at will, which also causes some damage to and ghost beasts.

If it weren't for the help of the Dark Realm and the dark power in the body of the and ghost beast, they would not be the opponent of the old monk at all. After all, the old monk is an earth-level war Buddha, and he is only one step away from advancing to the heaven-level Zen Buddha.

After a quarter of an hour or so of fighting, the was visibly impatient, let out a low roar, his dark green eyes glowing with blood, and he waved his claws and slashed at the old monk while baring his teeth at the ghostly beast. After this period of training, the two have a very tacit understanding with each other.

The phantom beast immediately woke up to the true intention of the, and at the moment when the forced the old monk to have no way out, it suddenly took off into the air, and dozens of compound eyes in the lower abdomen opened at the same time at this moment, and then shot at the old monk with colorful beams, and the whole battle situation took a strange turn. The old monk had a slight advantage before, but at this time, he was entangled in the Buddha and the demon pestle by those mysterious lines, and he couldn't even move his hands and feet flexibly, and those silk threads swept towards him as if they were alive.

For these silk threads, the old monk couldn't resist, the only thing he could do was to run away, but the space was almost squeezed by the two, and the space he could dodge became smaller and smaller. At this moment, the old monk sighed helplessly, and secretly sighed, I am afraid that I will fold here this time.

The old monk is not afraid of life and death, for him, life and death are reincarnation. Everything is fate, but he still has a lot of things to do, and there are still tasks for the master, and he is really a little unwilling. It's just that the matter has come to this point, and he can't do anything about it, he only hopes that at the last moment, he can do his best to die with these two monsters.

With the old monk's body flooded with a circle of Buddha light, his body outside is a golden light, at this moment, the old monk is the Buddha, his arm slightly pestle, like a vajra Arhat, striding towards the two monsters rushed over. Buddha and Demon ..... Vajra...... Spell ..... The big monk's eyes are round, his steps are empty, and the Buddha and magic pestle in his hand are also lifted like a heavenly wheel.

This move, whether it is a or a monk, once they fight, one side is bound to be annihilated. Just as these two powerful spiritual power fluctuations were about to impact together, a black shadow flashed in the dark realm, and with a slight wave of his hand, he saw the and the phantom beast turn around and miss the great monk and fall behind the man.

This made the great monk's flying pestle empty, and after he landed, his eyes stared solemnly at the young man opposite. He was young, but he had a terrible feeling. Especially his eyes, which make people feel frightened.

"You're the leader of these people? It's okay, let the poor monk come and meet you" The great monk shook his arm slightly, and strode towards the second life. The second life turned a blind eye to the actions of the great monk, and in the dark realm, even if he was a powerhouse of the ground level, he was fearless. With a slight slight, the second life footsteps flashed behind the great monk, and with a flick of his palm, a spiral of silence covered the great monk.

The Great Monk's face changed suddenly, and he actually sensed a kind of annihilation power in this spiral of silence. That is the ultimate power of the Buddha of Disillusionment, in the Brahma realm, there are no different Buddha cultivators, but most of them are the same, there is only one exception, that is the Buddha of Disillusionment, that is a very terrible Buddha cultivator, they seek not rebirth but destruction, they vow to destroy everything in the world, to push the universe to the end.

In their theory, reincarnation is suffering, a curse, and only after complete annihilation can the spirit be reborn from matter. It is precisely this extreme theory that makes the Buddha of Disillusionment not tolerated by the authentic Buddhism, and thousands of years ago, launched a war against the Buddha of Disillusionment, and wiped out the Buddha of Disillusionment in one fell swoop.

Could it be that there is no remnant of the disillusioned Buddha sect? As soon as he thought of this, the great monk stared at the second life with a suspicious expression, trying to find clues from the fossilized face of the second life. But he soon gave up, knowing that the face would never change in any mood.

If you want to ask anything now, you can only capture it. With a flick of the great monk's wrist, it turned into a captivity technique, and the golden aura was about to tie up the second life.

。 Nine Heavenly God Emperors