(1st Update)

When the temple bell rang again, he heard the crisp sound and looked up into the distance. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

It was a town surrounded by mountains, quiet and peaceful, and he knew that if he took a few more steps, this town would disappear here, just like the previous town, but a voice in his body kept telling him, constantly instigating him, to let him carry his sword, step by step. Even if the town is destroyed, all destruction is the beginning of a new life, isn't it?

Dragging the pitch-black sword, he heard a mockery like a demon from hell, and the world he saw was distorted to the point that someone would appear here at any moment and break his neck.

His body was covered with sweat, and now he was so terrified of everything in front of him that he didn't even dare to take a few steps forward.

If you can be liberated by destroying this place and killing that person, I want to be liberated!

At this moment, he can't even die, and nothing seems to be able to kill him.

He is so strong that it could even be said that he is already invincible.

Wherever he walked, suddenly dark clouds swirled, and bursts of electric snakes roared in the dark clouds, as if they would thunder down at any moment.

"Amitabha, donor, you can't go ahead. The old monk came to him, looked at him quietly, and said.

"I don't want to go too, but I can't help it. His spirit was extremely bad, his face was as pale as a dead man, and it was difficult to find even a trace of blood, he looked up at the old monk, and a helpless smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

"You can let go, let go of the obsession in your heart. The old monk also saw that the young man's expression was wrong, so he frowned and said.

"Let go? You say it's easy to let go, but how can I let go? My body is not up to me, my strength is not up to me, and even, I can't speak to me? Hahaha, let go, otherwise even if you are anyone, you will only die!" The pitch-black sword suddenly surrounded him, and his eyes were full of blood, as if the vicissitudes of life were instantaneous.

"You were originally a Donghua Immortal of Heavenly Court, why did you fall here?" the old monk refused, although he knew that the destructive power on that sword was too powerful, as if it could devour his soul at any time.

"The existence of the Heavenly Dao is not tolerated, naturally it takes a person to destroy, if he is Yang, I am Yin, that's all. Donghua Xian showed a bitter smile, but then the bitter expression became hideous and unruly, "I am haunted by fate, I can't extricate myself, only by killing him, I can get rid of all this, if you understand, stay away from me as soon as possible, if you don't understand, you will be scattered!"

"Then you're welcome, Amitabha. Suddenly, the old monk untied the Buddha beads on his body and threw them at Donghua Immortal. In an instant, a radius of several miles was filled with dazzling golden light!

"Don't measure yourself, just seek death!" Donghua Immortal didn't use the pitch-black sword and danced by itself, accompanied by a huge killing intent, piercing those Buddha beads, and with the piercing, the Buddha beads also dissipated completely.

"Flutter. The old monk spat out black blood, the sword didn't stab him, it was only the sword qi that stabbed him.

It's not that the old monk is too weak, but Donghua Xian's sword is too strong, and that sword has broken through any rules, and it is no longer something he can resist.

The old monk covered his chest, and his face became very stiff, but he still stood in front of Donghua Immortal.

"You, you can't go in, I won't let you in if I still have a trace of blood!"

"Then you're going to die. Dong Huaxian sneered, swung his sword again, and a cold wind blew, and the surrounding grass and trees were injured by the sword qi and turned into ashes.

The old monk put his hands together and pronounced a Buddha name, his whole body flashed with golden light, and the sword qi pierced the golden light and dissipated completely.

"It seems that you have some ability, so how about trying this sword?" Donghua Immortal was still laughing, but he waved his other hand, and without warning, countless pitch-black long swords appeared in the void and stabbed towards the golden light cover, and suddenly a burst of ethereal light flashed, and the old monk's whole body was shaken.

"Flutter, flutter, flutter!" Countless stimulating sounds sounded, the old monk's clothes turned into rags, and he didn't know how many wounds had been added to his body, he was still standing, but the wounds had pierced the bones, the blood soaked his body, and his eyes were blurred.

However, it is hard to forget, it is hard to forget that beautiful, delicate seedling that grows in the wind.

Watching it grow little by little, and then developing a fragrant smell that seems to make this desolate world full of life.

"Have I fallen yet!" the old monk laughed, still clasping his hands together, and at this moment, countless leaves suddenly came from all directions, enveloping his body, and then turned into a long green stick and hit Donghua Xian.

"The spirit of the mountain will also help you, but so what?" Donghua Immortal swung his sword again just by looking at it, and suddenly, the void trembled, and the green long stick touched the sword qi, and it instantly turned into ashes.

The sword qi did not stop, and still stabbed at the old monk, piercing the throat of the old monk and piercing a big tree in the distance......

"Ami...... Buddha ...... "The old monk kept spurting blood from his throat, but he still swore the Buddha's name and closed his eyes, and then, his whole body turned into a streamer, flew to the highest point, and then exploded into a blood mist with a bang......

He never forgot that osmanthus tree, which was so beautiful, so strong, so moving.

It is a kind of love, a kind of love that cannot be said, but can be guarded for a lifetime.

I would like to turn into mud and fill the world with nutrients, and I would like to give up everything and be close to this beautiful land......

That's a loving obsession......

Then, the stump of the old monk's body fell to the ground, the blood penetrated into the earth, Donghua Immortal walked forward step by step, stepping on the old monk's stump, after the black sword, the old monk's skin and flesh turned into decay, only the bones were still strong and let Donghua Immortal step on it.

"I've given you life, you just didn't cherish it, is it useful for you to resist?" dragging the sword, the man walked into the town, and then saw the monks in front of him who were showing fear and anger.

"Senior brothers, let's go back, let's go back to the temple!" said the little novice with a look in his eyes that seemed to breathe fire, but he still gritted his teeth.

"What are you talking about, master, he is already like this, you still let us go back, you, you ......" The monks stared at Donghua Xian angrily, as if they were going to eat him.

"Go back!"

"What are you!"

"I'm your new host, you have to listen to me!"

"Who said that!"

"What the master said!"

"Humph!"

"Go back!" Xiao Shami held the Zen staff, and his small body looked very funny in front of the Zen staff, but suddenly there seemed to be a very strange and majestic sense of depression that suddenly pounced on those monks, and the monks were unwilling to do so, but they also lowered their heads.

"Yes!"

"The master just passed away and was not killed, I hope the brothers can remember that we Buddhists, all cultivation, life and death must be looked down. Xiao Shami turned his head to stare at Donghua Xian, then turned around and followed the monks towards the temple.

Only, at some point, a tear flowed from his eye socket and penetrated to the ground.

Donghua Xian looked at the tears in a daze until the monks all disappeared......

Why is this happening?

Dong Hua Xian's heart twitched.

Why should I do this?

Doing this, how am I different from the Adversary?

But why......

Sinking, sinking, as if something had slowly sunk...... (To be continued.) )