In the temple of the ancient Buddha of the green lantern, in the Tibetan scripture pavilion in the forbidden land of the back mountain, the old monk carried the blue lamp, pushed open the door of the book collection, and the creaking sound was drowned in the cold of the blizzard.

"Forty-two chapters..."

The old monk looked at the books on the shelf of the wheel at a very fast speed, and what entered his nose was the cold smell of books, which was the smell of time.

Suddenly, his eyes lit up, his fingers stopped, and he pulled out a scripture.

Looking at the cover, the old monk nodded: "The first one." ”

Keep looking.

"The second book. ”

He hurriedly put it in his arms without stopping.

Outside the small courtyard, the wind and snow were thick, and the white jade eyes of the huge jade Buddha in the main hall suddenly moved, staring at the direction of the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion.

In the dark night, there was a strange vibration in the mountains and forests.

Doe opened his eyes and looked out of the cold window, where the snow shadows were falling in waves, as if they were indeed shaking, not hallucinating.

The old monk hurriedly got up, put on a purple and gold monk's robe, and walked out of the door with a Zen staff.

In the dense monks' houses on both sides of the main hall of the Jade Buddha, eight hundred bronze people also opened their eyes.

...

"The third book. ”

Xia Bai only felt that it was unexpectedly smooth, but this smoothness was completely based on his terrifying exercises and careful thoughts.

If he couldn't change everything, if he couldn't squeeze into the crack in the door, if he couldn't kill the sweeping monk with one sword, all of this would be empty at all.

Therefore, this kind of smoothness is a victory of crushing, and if something goes wrong somewhere, it is a completely different consequence.

Suddenly.

His body felt an imbalance, as if the ground was shaking.

Xia Bai didn't panic, but his eyes swept the books more and more quickly, his fingers moved like the wind, smooth and efficient, and he quickly searched for his target by the swaying of the candle flame.

As long as you have gathered eight books of forty-two chapters.

So...

We can know the end of the blank history of the previous dynasty.

This white-clothed sword demon has a dark feeling in his heart, and this so-called "end place" is the key to opening a new world.

He's going to get the key, and then open the door.

He didn't mind if it was the Netherworld, or Hell, or a horrible group of beings behind the door.

This is the persistence and fanaticism in his heart!

I don't know where to go, but I go deep.

In this life, he does not seek tranquility, but only wants to carry 30,000 miles of sword qi, break through the sky, step on the bright moon, and overlook the world.

"This is not, this is not either..."

Xia Bai's browsing speed was getting faster and faster, and in the Scripture Pavilion, the bronze wheel-colored bookshelves, like the wheels of a running carriage, were turning rapidly, skimming through his fingertips.

Da Da...

Suddenly, there was the sound of dense footsteps in his ears, coming from all directions.

Exposed?

How was it exposed?

Xia Bai didn't have any panic in his heart, he just flashed the corresponding questions in his mind.

If you find yourself, you should have found it a long time ago.

Why is this time in the first place?

"The fourth book!!"

He was attentive and undistracted, as long as he got all the forty-two chapters, he was considered successful, and he didn't have any curiosity about the rest. Between his eyes, his fingers were like electricity, and he quickly picked up a simple scripture and put it in his arms.

Outside the door, in the small courtyard of the Hidden Scripture Pavilion, there was already the sound of footsteps getting closer and closer, fast and dense.

Soon, Du'e's voice sounded outside the house: "Is Senior Brother asleep?"

Xia Bai changed into an old monk at this time, so he thought about it slightly, and said in a simulated tone of a sweeping monk: "Visiting on a snowy night, isn't it cold for junior brother?"

There was a brief silence from outside the door.

Xia Bai's hands are as fast as the wind, and the speed of being single for more than ten years has been exerted to the extreme at this time.

Suddenly the lightning shot out, and picked up another one.

The fifth, and the last two forty-two chapters, are complete.

Boom!!

At this moment, the door suddenly opened, the wind and snow poured in, and the candle flame was extinguished, leaving only a faint blue blue lamp on the black knife, exuding the luster of conjuring spirits in the dim darkness of the snowy night.

Eight hundred bronze men surrounded the hut, and many of them rushed in with fire.

When Du Er saw the sweeping monk lying on the ground in a pool of blood, his face was sad, and he said: "Amitabha, the Buddha's warning is really good. ”

When he looked up again, he said angrily: "Demon!"

Xia Bai didn't even look at him, and said nonsense: "Senior brother, don't be tempted to talk nonsense, the one lying on the ground is the devil." ”

Du E looked at the old monk who was hurriedly rummaging for something, and looked at the appearance, it was indeed exactly the same as the sweeping monk, and he couldn't help but be stunned again, but he only felt bad in his heart.

When the old monk picked up a scripture and put it in his arms again, Du Er seemed to have received some kind of message, and he didn't hesitate anymore, "Arhat subdued the demon!"

Eight hundred bronze people, like a torrent of gold, suddenly rushed towards the old monk in the center.

Xia Bai didn't look at it, he didn't hesitate, although he didn't know how to be recognized, but he had already pulled out the Huangquan knife, his palm was illuminated by a faint blue luster, and the blade of the scales suddenly became longer, becoming a forty-meter big knife.

Between the overturns, the blade of the knife swept in front of him like a silver plate at this time, and the house was directly cut off in half, and the golden torrent that came back was a waist-high burst of scarlet blood.

Du Er had already stepped on it, and the handprint of great compassion and great extinction on the Sutra of Death was suppressed.

Xia Bai quickly flipped the wheel with his left hand, turned into a fist with his right hand, and walked towards the mighty handprint.

The sword is like a stream, and the handprints of great compassion and great extinction carry the mystery of the past.

Bombarded together!

The air waves are rolling, and the wheel bookshelves of the Hidden Scripture Pavilion are like broken masts in a storm, all over the sky.

Xia Bai's body was like a wind, grabbing a wheel that he hadn't checked in time, dragging the retracted black long knife with his right hand, and carrying the wheel on his shoulder with his left hand.

Knife light, knife blade!

Protruding dozens of meters in mid-air, the old monk lowered his body and forcibly landed in the snow with a jack pendant.

Boom!!

In the courtyard of the temple in the back mountain of Shaolin, a big pit was smashed out of the snow, and the remaining eight hundred bronze people looked at the person who walked away on the snow and had the appearance of a sweeping monk, and was a little at a loss.

In a short fight, it was like a fairy fight.

Between the lightning and flint, one move determines success or failure.

In mid-air, Xia Bai used his body technique, wrapped in flying snow and knife qi, carrying the remaining wheel bookshelf, and left quickly.

No one could keep him anymore.

However...

But the earth trembled more and more.

The huge jade Buddha in the main hall opened his eyes without fireworks in the dark, and his lips had a touch of mockery and immeasurable arc, and the white jade palm turned over, pinching out a mysterious Buddha seal.

Above the sky, dozens of miles of wind and snow suddenly condensed, turning into a snow-white Buddha's hand that covered the sky.

Boom!!

After a slight pause, the Buddha's hand was under heavy pressure.

Xia Bai only felt that his body was as if he had been hit hard, this was not a level of power at all, and it directly pressed him into the dust.

[Host is in a near-death state]

The information is constantly prompting.

Xia Bai spat out blood, and just straightened up, the sky was pressed down by another Buddha's hand.

Boom !!

The body of the white-clothed sword demon sank a little deeper into the ground.

In the blue knife of the yellow spring, a soft voice came: It has found us.

Xia Bai's eyes froze, and he took a deep breath of cold air into his internal organs, in the eyes of the monks approaching in the distance.

In the snow, he was no longer a sweeper.

His face was overwhelming, his black hair was shawl, and he was covered in blood, and at this time, under the heavy pressure of the Buddha's hand, he supported it again, spit it hard, spit blood, and said with a hideous smile: "I can't die, I can't die!"