The monk of Xuanting draped the dark robe over himself and rushed towards the place where the black light rose to the sky in the hell. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 The countless ghosts and spirits in the hell had already surrounded them, but when they saw the dark robe, they all trembled with fear, and they didn't even dare to escape, they all prostrated themselves on the ground and bowed.

The Xuanting monk didn't even look at these things, and increased his speed to the extreme. He knew what the human world was up against, and he knew the strength of Alto Anggo. Even his master, Venerable Dashi, was reluctant to confront Yato Angge, after all, it was a true immortal body. If it weren't for the relics given to him by the Buddha, if it weren't for the dark robe, if it weren't for the meticulous planning, he wouldn't be willing to let An Zheng put them in danger.

He didn't dare to delay for a second, lest something happen to them.

Ahead is an eerie hall that has been abandoned, with broken windows and doors. The ground was full of bones, and I didn't know what had happened here. Those white bones had been weathered, and the Xuanting monk just swept by the wind next to the white bones, and those white bones immediately turned into powder.

There was a thick layer of dust on the ground, and stepping on it was like stepping on a carpet. The main hall was empty, surrounded by many fallen stone statues. The Xuanting monk noticed that in the direction of the north of the main hall was a black jade throne with some scriptures carved on it. A corner of the throne had collapsed, as if it had been blasted off by someone with the power of cultivation. On the ground next to the Moyu throne, some blood stains could still be faintly seen.

A black light appeared behind the main hall, and the Xuanting monk jumped directly out of the gap in the broken wall. His snow-like white monk's robe, with a black robe, has an indescribable demeanor.

Behind the main hall was a patch of dead wood, apparently dead for many years. The trees were as dry as the claws of something terrible that could turn into something monster at any moment.

He hurried forward, halfway through the woods, and saw a large, suffocating tree. All the trees around have been dead for an unknown amount of time, but this one is still lush. It's just that the color of the leaves, branches, and trunks is dark green to almost black. The most terrifying thing is that there are many dried corpses hanging from the branches of this big tree, which gently sway with the wind like hanged people.

In the middle of the tree there was a large hollow, and in the hollow there was a man dressed in black sitting cross-legged with his eyes closed. The black light went straight to the sky from this person, and it was obvious that this guy was the hellish clone of Alto Anggo.

At the moment when the monk of Xuanting was about to make a move, Brother Yatuo suddenly opened his eyes and grinned at Xuanting: "I expected you to come, you are already sick, so sick that you think that other people's past is your own, and other people's debts are yours...... You think it's your fate, but it's actually just a knot in your heart when you heard that story when you were a child. From beginning to end, that person, that thing, has nothing to do with you. ”

"It's him. ”

Alto Anggo stretched out his hand and pointed to a dried corpse hanging from the tree. The dry corpse slowly turned around, from facing away from facing Xuan Court to facing Xuan Ting. When Xuan Ting saw that person's face, his whole body stiffened, as if someone had suddenly robbed him of all his life.

"Think it's incredible?"

Brother Yato Ang laughed, smiling so proudly: "You think that the entire Buddhist sect is dirty, but this person is the only one who is clean, right?" So since you were a child, you felt that you were the person. But you can't imagine that this person also has the kind of dirty side that you think it is. He wasn't a good guy in hell, he wasn't a holy monk, he was a true demon. When he was in Hell, he was one of the greatest helpers of King Dazang Ming in killing the infernal necromancers. Of the eighteen prefectures, two of them were killed by his own hands. ”

"Impossible!"

Xuan Ting said loudly: "Don't think that I will believe you if you get a corpse hanging here, and I am not interested in listening to the story you tell. ”

He lunged forward, sealed with one hand, and a huge white lotus flower appeared, and then the petals shattered, spinning and slashing towards Alto Anggo. Brother Yato Ang folded his hands and leaned over slightly: "Please protect the Dharma for me and kill the human fanatics who trespass into hell." ”

With a pop, all the dried corpses hanging from the tree opened their eyes at the same time. Especially the dry corpse monk, two black lights shot out from his eyes and went straight to the Xuan Court. Xuan Ting's left hand drew a circle in front of him, and a golden swastika appeared, forming a shield of Buddha's light. Two black rays of light shot out on the shield of Buddha's light, and Xuan Ting's body involuntarily retreated backwards.

"If I am not fully prepared, how dare I say that I am immortal and immortal?"

Brother Yato pointed to Xuan Ting: "Qingcang, kill him." ”

The shriveled monk fell from the tree and rushed towards Xuanting with swift and fierce movements.

【Treasure Vault】

As the dry corpse monk spat out four words from his mouth, the Xuanting monk felt that his body had suddenly lost all its abilities. He couldn't move, and he couldn't speak. He could only watch as the dried corpse monk rushed in front of him, and the ghost claw grabbed straight towards his heart.

Countless black swastikas fell from the sky, like countless corrupt petals. Those runes fixed the Xuanting monk there, and they were still corroding his cultivation power and physical body.

With a pop, the palm of the dry corpse monk poked into the heart of the monk of Xuanting, and almost a third of the five fingers were inserted into it. But at this moment, an incredible scene happened. The blood began to merge quickly into the body of the dried corpse along the fingers of the dried corpse, and the dried corpse actually recovered at a speed visible to the naked eye. At this time, the body of the Xuanting monk dried up at an extremely fast speed.

"Hahahahaha......"

Brother Alto Ang sat there and smiled very happily: "You all think you have found my flaws, but who knows my flaws in the world? Of course, it can only be me." Since I knew what my flaws were, how could I not make any arrangements? When the Buddha went to hell as a separate person, he incarnated as the Great Tibetan Ming King and cleansed the entire hell. The once unscrupulous Eighteen Prefecture Princes were also vulnerable in front of him, but he himself was infected by evil spirits...... This Qingcang monk was his most proud disciple, and he knew this disciple. Monk Qingcang's heart was too resentful, and he was actually inspired by the King of the Great Tibetan Ming to go to hell, and the story of his death facing the wall in the Buddhist sect is just a story. ”

"He's coming ......"

The monk of Xuanting gritted his teeth, and his eyes were unyielding: "It's not to kill widely in hell, he came because he felt guilty for deceiving the monkey, but he was getting more and more painful in the middle of the Buddhist gate." In the end, a decision was made to steal the monkey's 10,000-year-old golden pill from the Great Lei Chi Temple and give it to the Kalou Fire Dance, who hoped that the Kalou Fire Dance would find the monkey and return the golden pill. But I didn't expect that the fire dance of Jialou was deceived by you...... You can only have a doppelganger to go to hell without a monkey's golden pill, and you are a fart without a monkey's golden pill?"

Brother Alto Ang laughed: "What if what you say is true? Jialou Huowu is a fool, so are you, so is the dead monkey, and even more so is Monk Qingcang. You guys always do what you don't want to do against your will, and after you do it, you regret it and look for a way to remedy it, people like you better deceive. This Qingcang monk knew that I had deceived the Jin Dan of the Jialou Fire Dance, and left the Great Lei Chi Temple to go to hell to find it back, but I was trapped in hell and could not be reborn forever...... Xuanting, you are the same. You hypocrites are the same, it's just me, I know what I want and I don't hide it. Sooner or later, one day, I will break down the Great Lei Chi Temple and let the Buddha kneel at my feet and beg for mercy. ”

The Xuanting monk endured great pain, and his teeth were bleeding: "You will not succeed, I will definitely kill you." ”

Yato Ang Ge stretched out his arms violently: "I am the only one who goes to heaven and earth, why do you kill me?"

Monk Qingcang had already sucked most of Xuanting's blood at this time, and it seemed that he was almost recovered, but the Xuanting monk looked like a dried corpse. Monk Qingcang lifted Xuan Ting up and threw it towards Brother Yatuo: "Die." ”

Brother Yato Angge stretched out his hand and grabbed the neck of the Xuanting monk, his eyes were full of contempt: "You feel that you have been inspired by Monk Qingcang, and you want to make up for everything for Qingcang...... But you're not him after all. He's a poor fellow, you're even more pitiful, you don't even have your own fate, only that contemptible feeling...... You don't feel like an idiot. ”

Burst!

Suddenly, there was a muffled sound, and Ago's words came to an abrupt end. He looked down incredulously and realized that there was an extra arm on his heart. One of Monk Qingcang's hands had been completely inserted into his heart, and that finger had pierced his heart.

Monk Qingcang raised his head, looked into Brother Yato's eyes, and said word by word, "What I'm saying is that you are going to die...... I've been trapped in hell for 10,000 years, but I'm still san. That's because I'm obsessed with the monkey's stuff and no one can take it away. The Buddha of the day couldn't, and neither can you. Even though my body was broken and my soul was weak, I still didn't give up this obsession. Whether it's on earth or in hell, I have to return the monkey's golden pill. ”

Yato Anggo was furious: "Then they all die!"

As soon as he stretched out his hand and grabbed both the Qingcang monk and the Xuanting monk, a cloud of black light began to erupt from his body. It was all the hell power he had left, and he spewed out a golden pill from his mouth, and the light on that golden pill was already brilliant to the extreme.

"Don't you all want to take the golden pill away, then I will let this golden pill disappear with you today. Even if I destroy this clone in hell, I can still be immortal on the outside. And you, with that pitiful desire, remain in Hell forever. Didn't you want to kill me? I'm here, let's be crushed in hell together!"

The light on the golden pill became more and more intense, and it was about to burst at any time.

At this time, Monk Qingcang suddenly grabbed the hand of the monk of Xuanting: "You are not me, when you were a child, you were inspired by me when you entered the place facing me, it was just my sad emotion." You should have your own destiny instead of carrying my sins on your back. Get out of here, get out of here with Jindan. ”

After saying this, Monk Qingcang suddenly swallowed Jin Dan with one mouth, and then he sent back the blood and cultivation power of Xuanting that he had sucked away before from the palm of Xuanting he was holding.

He knelt on the ground with his hands folded, his face calm: "After seeing the monkey, tell him for me that the sins of Qingcang's life have not been paid off in this life. If there is cause and effect, I will continue to pay him back in the next life. But if he refuses to forgive, he will set up a tablet of mine and curse me day and night for tormenting in hell, and it will be fulfilled. Even if I suffer all kinds of things in hell, I don't complain at all. ”

Kneeling on the ground, his hands folded, his body exuded bursts of holy light.

Rumble!

The power of hell exploded in his lower abdomen, and the golden pill rolled out of his torn body. The monk's head hung down violently, never to be opened again.