Guan Wen slapped the top of his head, speechless for Master Cheng's teachings.

"Young man, don't blame yourself, this is fate - dock the puppet, hold it and don't move." Master Cheng ordered.

Guan Wen put the two broken puppets together, but there was no glue and could not be glued.

Master Cheng held the broken part of the puppet with his left hand and motioned for Guan Wen to retreat.

Guan Wen realized something and asked in surprise, "Master, what are you going to do?" I am responsible for this trouble. ”

Master Cheng shook his head: "Young man, it's one thing who will be responsible, and it's another thing whether you have the ability to take responsibility. Now is not the time to divide the responsibilities, but to solve the problem. If you do something wrong, I will make up for it, this is fate, and you don't need to apologize. ”

Suddenly, the gray mist on the opposite side skyrocketed, like a heavy fist, smashing into the broken place of the puppet in the big net.

With a drag of Master Cheng's right hand, the axe slashed over his left shoulder, silently cutting off that arm. His left hand had been firmly gripping the puppet, so his arm was broken, but his hand did not let go.

"Under the whole world, within the Three Realms, the Dharma subdues demons, and the thunderbolt is as urgent as the law-" Master Cheng broke off and snorted, and with a flick of his right hand, the golden axe passed through the grid and pounced on the Gray Mist Iron Fist.

The power contained in the golden axe was extremely strong, and it swirled and split the gray mist, all the way forward, all the way down, and after a few seconds, the "click" of the axe into the crack in the stone was heard.

The gray mist dissipated, and Master Cheng's left arm had merged with the puppet and hung over the net.

"That's what it is...... ...... of the Soul Enchantment Repair ...... Every disciple of the Cheng family has been ...... since childhood. Practice...... We have no choice but to use this primitive ...... Means to mend the net, but unable to destroy the enemy...... The ...... of my entire practice The power is all in ...... on the left arm, while the enemy has no other ...... Move, let's get out of the way...... Exit quickly......" Master Cheng staggered back and leaned on Guan Wen.

Guan Wen leaned over and picked up Master Cheng and ran towards the road.

"Oh...... Hahaha...... Oh hahaha...... "On the other side of the net, the unknown monster let out a ghost cry like a woman's laughter.

"Let's go...... Hurry up ......"

Before Master Cheng's words were finished, Guan Wen felt a huge force hit his back, and involuntarily threw himself forward, and Master Cheng also fell to the side.

"Demon Guardian...... Demon Guardian ...... Utuo loses blue ...... Karma knows the loss of the blue, and the emperor of Baxi loses the blue...... Wu Yao loses blue, Chang Jia loses blue, drink Xi...... Lose more blue, Batuo loses blue......" Master Cheng reluctantly meditated on his knees, raised the five fingers of his right hand, pressed his left chest, and continued to recite the "Lengyan Mantra", but his mantra momentum at the moment disappeared without a trace, and there was no strength and courage at all.

"Master, let's go—" Guan Wen turned over and helped Master Cheng.

Master Cheng shouted urgently: "You go, you go quickly, I'll break the back!" Otherwise, none of us will be able to leave! ”

"Oh hahaha......" The strange sound started again, like the three waves of the Yangtze River, more and more intense each time.

"It's coming—let's go!" Master Cheng shook his body and threw Guan Wen backwards.

Guan Wen rolled on the ground three times, and in the midst of the tumbling, he saw that the air in the direction of the big net suddenly distorted and deformed, as if something was penetrating the air at high speed and tracking it. When he calmed down, it turned out to be a fist-shaped transparent qi wave. With a bang, the qi wave hit Master Cheng, and the strength was not exhausted, piercing through Master Cheng's body, and hitting Guan Wen's chest again, knocking him five meters away, and slamming into the stone wall at the bend of the path, causing the five organs to displace in pain.

"Go-go-go-go-" Master Cheng yelled three times in a hoarse voice.

In the direction of the big net, there was another wave of air rushing over, this time the shape was three big knives with a length of seven feet, the knife was long, the hole was narrow, and the tip and handle of the knife were scraping the stone walls on both sides, making a sharp "whoosh" sound.

"The magic word is the first three knives, go-go-hurry-" Master Cheng's voice was cut off by the waist.

Guan Wen rolled to the other side of the corner, avoiding the knife-shaped qi wave that penetrated Master Cheng. Fortunately, he dodged quickly, and three knives surged in, leaving a terrifying half-inch deep knife mark on the corner stone wall. Immediately, Master Cheng's corpse fragments fell around the corner with a bloody rain.

The attack of the qi wave was not over, and after the three knives, dozens of other long arrow-shaped qi waves shot into the stone wall, shooting the ancient bluestone wall into a thousand holes.

Guan Wen prostrated on the ground, avoiding this round of stormy attacks.

"Oh, hahahahaha......" The strange cry kept coming from the side of the enchantment net, but it was never able to break through.

In a trance, Guan Wen hallucinated again in front of his eyes, and Baoling's shadow flashed around the corner. The light from the other side of the big net projected Bao Ling's body on the stone wall, covering up the dripping blood that spurted from Master Cheng when he was killed.

"Don't go, Baoling, don't go!" Guan Wen couldn't help but speak.

The shadow was getting longer and longer, and it was clear that Baoling was heading towards the big net, getting farther and farther away from the corner.

"She's in danger! She's in danger! Guan Wen had a voice shouting in his heart, "Stop her, stop her—"

I don't know where the strength came from, Guan Wen jumped up and pounced around the corner. He doesn't have the martial arts of subduing demons like Master Cheng, but Baoling is in trouble, and he has to rush forward.

As soon as he turned the corner, he saw Baoling walking alone twenty paces away.

"Baoling—" he shouted.

Suddenly, something rolled off the stone wall and fell into his neckline. Fortunately, with this small accident, his concern and fantasy for Baoling was suddenly interrupted. In an instant, Baoling's shadow disappeared, the air twisted, and a large translucent hand reached out from afar, grabbing Guan Wen's neck.

Guan Wen struggled desperately, the pain in his neck and back injuries was unbearable, and he gradually fell into a coma. In the blur, he only felt that the thing that fell into his arms was attached to his left chest, constantly releasing wisps of warmth.

"Guan Wen, Guan Wen." Someone is calling.

Guan Wen opened his eyes and saw the eyes of the big man full of grief and pain.

"Where am I? What about Master Cheng? He ...... "He remembered the rain of arrows before he fell unconscious, and the tragic situation of Master Cheng's stump falling in front of him.

"Master Cheng is dead, maybe you can sue me, what happened?" The big guy asked.

Guan Wen sat up and found himself in the open space by the Great Enchantment Net. He looked up at the puppet that had been dragged off, and suddenly realized that Master Cheng's arm had shrunk a lot, as if it had become a hand-shaped ornament on the puppet's waist. But he knew very well that if Master Cheng's broken arm was not repaired, the big net would be torn apart, and the unknown monsters on the opposite side would rush out and turn the good world outside into a Shura field.

"What are you looking at?" The big man asked again.

"I'm looking for those seniors who have dedicated their lives to subduing demons." Guan Wen got up and stroked the repaired doll.

The scene of Master Cheng's broken arm violently shook his heart, and the fearless Jing god of "selfless dedication and selflessness" was like a morning bell and a dusk drum, which woke up his sleeping heart and made him transform from an ordinary painter to a selfless and fearless fighter in an instant.

"Master Cheng, please rest assured, from now on, I will inherit your will and continue the great cause of suppressing demons until the end of my life." He bowed deeply to the puppet.

"What did Master Cheng say to you?" The big man asked with a wry smile.

Guan Wen pointed to his temple: "He wants to sue me, it's all here." Without words, you can get the essence of jing. So many predecessors have sacrificed themselves for the subduing of demons, and it is their deaths that have been exchanged for the lives of all living beings in the world. Now, I knew I had to do something. Otherwise, how can you be worthy of them?"

In fact, each of the dolls hanging on the big net has traces of repair, on the shoulders, legs, heads, feet, and backs, without exception, all of them are hand-shaped jewelry. If he hadn't seen it with his own eyes, Guan Wen would never have imagined that those were all the transformation of the demon master's own arm. It is conceivable that there have been countless demon masters like Master Cheng who generously cut off their arms in order to mend this net. Of course, some of them also suffered the same bad luck as Master Cheng and died in pieces.

If it weren't for the soul enchantment of the Three Thousand Volt Demon Master, it would never be able to suppress the Xizàng witch, but if it weren't for the latecomers to mutilate their flesh and bones to repair it, this enchantment net would have been torn apart by the witch.

It can be seen that the suppression of demons and the subjugation of demons are not one thing or one battle, but countless things and countless battles.

Guan Wen told the big man and the others about what had just happened, and everyone's faces changed drastically, staring at the path opposite through the grid. The gray fog has dissipated, but the haze in everyone's hearts cannot be cleared.

"The witch has always been real, and the three thousand volts can only imprison her, but not annihilate her." The big man sighed under his breath.

"But what are we going to do in this situation?" Someone asked hesitantly.

"Even Master Cheng is dead, we ......" someone asked with a wince.

"Why don't we go back to our hometowns first, discover the talents in the younger generations, and cultivate them carefully until we rebuild the Demon ......Circle," someone began to retreat.

"yes, yes, that's a good idea." Someone chimed in.

"There's no way, the witch's power is too strong, and we people are powerless to fight against it, and the demon circle is useless, so it's better to disperse, right?" Some people pretend to be righteous and strict, but in fact they begin to pave the way for themselves.

"Alright, we might as well raise our hands to vote, and those who agree to leave are raising their hands—" Someone is adding fuel to the fire.

"Guys, don't argue, just quit first." The big man raised his voice, suppressed all the noise, and then handed Guan Wen a gray pebble the size of a pigeon's egg.

"What is this?" Guan Wen was a little surprised.

"You held this in your heart when you were unconscious, I think it should be a relic in Master Cheng's body. Come with me, and I'll take you to another person. The big man clenched his fists and his face grim, obviously having made up his mind to break the boat.

Guan Wen didn't have time to take a closer look, put the pebbles into his close-fitting pocket, and followed the big man to retreat.

They retreated to the entrance of the mandala seal, and all the old monks in the demon circle naturally divided into two sides.

One of them thinks that by opening the mandala and sealing the taro, the power of the demon subduing circle has been lost, and there is no need to stick here, and they should go to the outside world, or travel all over the Tibetan land to find the secret of subduing the demons; Or return to your hometown to train the next generation of demon masters and pass on your knowledge.

This argument was strongly opposed by the second party, who argued that the meaning of the demon circle is not something that anyone can see, and that perhaps the apparent "unimportant and dispensable" is actually "important and irrevocable". All the people present, none of their cultivation paths can surpass the process master, even Master Cheng is willing to stick to this place, and the others have no reason to give up. As a demon master, you should have no distractions and dedicate your life to the cause of demon suppression, instead of leaving yourself a way out early, then you will definitely be damned.

The debate between the two sides was very intense, and in the end it was almost a fight. As soon as Master Cheng died, the big man could not lead these demon masters who had lived in seclusion for many years, so they could only let them split.

The party advocating departure immediately hit the road and walked up the stone wall plank road.

"Let's go too, although I don't know if it's appropriate to take you to meet that person at this time, but we really don't have time anymore." The big man said worriedly.

When the rest of the people sealed the mandala and restored it, the big man smiled gloomily: "Actually, it should be me who was martyred this time, and I advocated opening the mandala and going down to find out." Guan Wen, if one day I face the same fate, remember, tell all these things to the next generation of demon masters, and ask them to make the right choice between life and death morality, human xing, good and evil. ”

Guan Wenbao smiled in the same way: "I am the same, if I am martyred, please tell everyone, even if you are a painter who is powerless, you also have infinite courage to defend the devil."

After going through the test of life and death, he is one step closer to the big shots.

The two of them said goodbye to the group of old monks who were sticking to it, and returned to the ground from the plank road, and suddenly found that the group of people who came up earlier had all fallen in the corridor, their eyes closed, and their bodies were paralyzed.

"What's going on?" Guan Wen picked up an old monk and asked anxiously.

"Damnation...... Damned...... We went against the ...... we were when we joined the Demon Circle. Promises, lifelong can not change ambitions...... It's damnation to leave now...... I couldn't see, I couldn't breathe, as if there was a gold-armored man standing in front of me, who had been beating my heavenly spirit cover with the demon slaying pestle, it hurt, it hurt...... I'm going to die, I regret it now, please take me back to the Demon Circle, I'd rather ...... Death is ...... Die in there......" the old monk said intermittently.

All the old monks began to cry, and the sound filled the corridor.

Guan Wen quickly asked the others, a total of twenty-six old monks, all of them said that they were beaten with a demon-slaying pestle by the Jinjia people, and their hearing, smell, and vision had serious problems, and they couldn't get out.

"What should I do?" Guan Wen asked.

The big man shook his head and sighed: "No way, in Tibetan Buddhism, promises are taken very seriously, and those who make oaths often use the most vicious and decisive language to swear, and the witnesses also swear, and their words are as conclusive as ironclad nails." Everyone is convinced that when mortals swear an oath, there are witnesses of gods and men in heaven and on earth who have clear rewards and punishments. If you break your oath, you will be punished by a man of God. Today's events are caused by their psychological punishment on the one hand, and their physical inability to adapt to the transition from darkness to light. So far, I can only send them back first. ”

He gave the order, and a young monk flashed out of the shadows and helped the old monks to return the way they came.

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