The wind rose and fell, and the black flames burned all over the eight hundred miles of mountains.

Zhang Xiyun is no longer able to fight, and the long snake that is still alive now is not something he can kill, if he is reluctant to fight, it is just a senseless sacrifice.

He looked at the bloody figure in the distance, and couldn't help but ask himself, "These are the people who were born in this world?"

This place is far away from the five peaks of Wuzhi Mountain, and the snake group that arrived first is also weaker, but it has been cleared and cleaned, and the black flame is not burning, which is considered a relatively safe place.

Zhang Xiyun looked at the mountains stained red by blood, as if he was infected by everyone, and suddenly smiled, "Why bury bones in the mulberry ground, life is everywhere green mountains!"

He stood up and walked forward, carefully avoiding the black flames, searching for the wounded in the battlefield and bringing them here.

He thought in his heart, these sect disciples are very stubborn, but they are admirable, and they are willing to sacrifice their lives, in this case, he, an outsider, can save one is one

In the center of the snake group, where the black flame burned the most, there was a battlefield of two Nirvana Great Monks in the sky.

A snake king died here.

Not far away, the shadow of the sword and sword, accompanied by the sound of the piano, the phantom of the ancient tower came behind!

"It's ahead, it seems that the uncles and uncles have helped the two of them to kill a snake king. Meng Xianning looked at the dead body of the snake king and said to the few people who came with him: "It's up to us now." ”

There are not a few sect disciples who are willing to open the way for Ji Pingqing, but Meng Xianning and others only allowed a few people who had reached the top of the Sanhua Gathering to come together, and in Tianqiong, there was a word for "not losing Xianning".

Zi Xue looked at the Snake King, couldn't help frowning, and said, "With our cultivation, it is too difficult to kill all the way to the Snake King. ”

Guan Wuya nodded and said, "That's true, it's not just the snakes that are terrifying here, but also because the battle between the Emperor and the Ziwei Star Lord is directly above" He pointed to the air and said: "You see, the sky is still sprinkling black flames, and it is too difficult for us to entangle with the snakes all the way, and to avoid the black flames in the sky and on the ground."

Just as everyone was frowning, a voice sounded.

"Amitabha. ”

Everyone looked behind them and saw two young monks approaching.

Meng Xianning said with some surprise: "Senior Brother Huichan!?Why are you here?"

Dressed in a white monk's robe, his face is delicate.

It is the golden generation, one of the seven songs, the wisdom of the ancient floating temple!

"Senior Brother Hui Chan said, I would like to work with all of you to open the way for Senior Brother Ji. ”

Hui Chan did not speak, he practiced closed-mouth meditation, and he had not spoken for more than 20 years.

The person who spoke was a monk from Gufu Temple who came with Hui Chan.

Hui Chan bowed with his palms together, which also showed his attitude.

"Senior Brother Huichan, have you really thought about it? If you open the way for Senior Brother Ji, Pudu will inevitably delay time, and everyone will be in danger, so it is inevitable" Meng Xianning paused, and hesitated: "Break the killing ring"

Hui Chan's face was neither sad nor joyful, and he nodded cautiously.

The monk beside him sighed softly.

Meng Xianning's face was straight, and he hugged his fists towards Hui Chan and said: "Meng Xianning for the people near this place, for the sect brothers who are fighting here, thank you for the righteousness of the junior brother!"

Hui Chan shook his head slightly, refusing to accept this thanks, and the monk beside him clasped his hands together and said, "Amitabha." ”

At this time, in addition to Jing Tiansheng and Xing Sad, the golden generation of the sect is all there.

Hui Chan stepped out and walked towards the center of the group of snakes.

His monk's shoes were clean and not stained with dust.

The crowd followed in his footsteps and headed for the Serpent King.

Seeing someone stepping into this place, countless snakes crawled towards this side, under the shade of grass and black flames, it was difficult to see the shadow of snakes, and they would suddenly jump up and attack at some point.

At the forefront, Hui Chan stopped and clasped his palms.

The Buddha beads worn on the neck glowed with golden light, as if someone was holding each other, and they rotated naturally.

The sound of Buddha seemed to be absent, but a voice really reached everyone's ears.

Somehow, I just feel compassion.

"All sentient beings are suffering, and the Buddha will naturally cross it. ”

It was Hui Chan, who had been closed for more than 20 years, and opened his mouth at this time.

"Hui Chan has been practicing since childhood, and what he cultivates is not immortal. ”

"Meditation is practiced, Buddha's practice is compassion, cause and effect, sentient beings, and protection of the world. ”

"Buddhism has five precepts, eight precepts, and ten precepts, and the precepts are not to kill. ”

"Today, what I have cultivated and what I have taken is the opposite. ”

"You can't have both. ”

"Therefore, today, Hui Zen is willing to break the vows for the sake of cultivating sentient beings!"

"Even if you are no longer allowed to enter the pure land of Buddhism, you will protect all living beings in hell!"

For more than 20 years, he has been silent, and what he says today is from the bottom of his heart.

"Shut up and Zen, you should be broken. ”

"Nan no Amitabha!"

Hui Chan mouth noisy Buddha number, and the Buddha sound between heaven and earth seems to be imprinted, in an instant, he body, blooming Buddha light!

Guan Wuya looked at the figure of Hui Chan, and couldn't help but sigh: "I thought that my seven tricks are exquisite, and I know it today, not as good as Hui Chan junior brother, be cautious and speak in the same vein, if you go the other way, you will be silent when you cultivate, and Hui Chan junior brother is to practice closed-mouth meditation to cultivate the Dharma in your heart!"

Two Buddha sounds sounded on Wuzhi Mountain, one real and one virtual.

The group of snakes that did not know where to go all appeared at this time, constantly struggling and twisting their bodies, as if they were in pain.

Countless long snakes, the body of the snake tossed a few times, then stopped moving, and died on the spot.

There are also strong long snakes, although they do not die, they are also affected, and the snakes are swallowed and neighed.

Even the nearby black flame seemed to be a little weaker.

"Senior Brother Ji, after that, I'll hand it over to you" After Hui Chan finished the last sentence, he sat down cross-legged, and the Buddha sound in his mouth continued.

The monk's shoes were stained with mud.

The monk's robe was dyed dark red

Not far away, a group of Buddhist monks are sitting cross-legged on the ground, reciting Buddhist scriptures.

In the middle, an old monk opened his eyes and looked at the place where Hui Chan was, as if he had seen the shadow of the Buddha that no one else had seen.

As soon as the thought was finished, a line of tears flowed on the face of the face that had never looked old.

His voice was old and hoarse.

"After cultivating the Buddha for a thousand years and practicing Zen for a thousand years, I almost forgot what I cultivated"

"Zen, a thought is gone. One thought, you can meditate. ”

He stood up and looked at the two worldly figures in the sky.

Step lightly and go to the sky

Meng Xianning lifted the knife and walked past Hui Chan, and then the knife intent was difficult to hide, all the way away, the knife was drawn and the fire was broken, and the snakes were all stabbed in two sections!

And above his head, there are sixteen long swords, watching the endless step on the sword, the long sword passes, and everyone behind him can pass!

Chu Qing hugged the long qin, her pace was gentle, she picked it lightly, and the sound of the qin was mixed in the sound of Buddha, killing the snakes.

Behind the three of them, Zi Xue and others followed, and where they passed, the half-demon ambushed him.

At this time, the golden generation is a generation of disciples.

There are swords and swords, there are swords and songs, and there are swords and hearts.

In mid-air, Ru Mugong sighed, but looked at Zhou Xuanzai, and said: "In the eyes of the old man, this is why no matter how powerful the Dragon Court is, the sect in this world is still not falling, and the sect is full of young talents."

Zhou Xuan was stunned for a moment, but said with a smile: "There are heroes in the Dragon Court, and heroes are from the sect."

The snake king roared angrily, only to see the phantom of an ancient tower, followed by a group of young people, coming towards it.