The sword qi is devastating.

One of the walls of Lanruo Temple collapsed, and the ancient tree that was hit by the sword qi, countless branches were shattered by the sword qi, and they flew away, and the wind blew, annihilating into complete nothingness.

What a ghost.

What the hell crying.

Under the sword aura of the sword wielder, it is nothing more than a ridiculous joke.

The body of "Grandma" is still suspended in the air, and the big red robe is swaying in the wind.

His gaze shifted downward in a daze, and he saw most of his body that had been pierced by the beating, the wind blew, the flesh and blood at the entrance of the cave were blurred, and the sword qi was burned, and the blood ignited the fire of nothingness......

This sword not only destroyed his physical body that he had practiced for many years, but also severed his connection with the Thousand Buddha Pagoda...... the power of "eternal life" could not be transmitted, and he looked at his severed arm in dismay.

There was an instant gust of wind in front of him.

Ning Yi instantly appeared in front of "Grandma", he cut off the remaining arm with a sword, waved his sleeve around the cold red gauze woman's body, and said Mu Ran: "I'll send you on your last ride." ”

Grandma's pupils constricted.

A cloud of blood mist bloomed in the sky above Lanruo Temple, and the humanoid body of this old demon was scattered and splashed in all directions.

......

......

Ning Yi slowly landed and came to Fu Qingfeng.

The red-gauze woman lying on the ground looked pale, her hands barely propped up, and the pain in her body was not reduced, but intensified...... Fu Qingfeng raised his head and glanced in the direction of the pagoda, his heart seemed to be pinched.

Ning Yi hugged the red gauze body, squatted down, and said softly, "It's okay......"

Fu Qingfeng just smiled.

"Ning Chen...... Mr. Ning......"

"I'm so cold...... It's so cold......"

Ning Yi pursed his lips and shook his head, he put down the body of "Fu Qingfeng", put the "Wen Yu Fu" on the palm of one hand, gently held Fu Qingfeng's neck, and with the other hand, raised a finger and rested it in front of her lips, signaling her not to speak.

After doing this, Ning Yi originally hoped that Fu Qingfeng would feel better.

But when his fingertips touched Fu Qingfeng's skin, Ning Yi knew that he was wrong, and it was a big mistake...... The temperature on her body was colder than the cold winter snow, and even if Ning Yi ignited the starlight, King Kong's body also sensed the cold that penetrated into the bones.

Ning Yi's fingertips were soon covered with a layer of green frost.

He was stunned, and his eyes were a little confused.

This is...... Why?

He unsheathed his sword, obviously killed the old tree demon and recaptured Fu Qingfeng's body, how could this still happen?

"Grandma...... Very cunning...... His physical body is in a stupa. Fu Qingfeng's expression was gloomy, he pointed in the direction of the pagoda, then lowered his head, glanced at the red gauze body lying on the ground, and said weakly: "Ning Chen...... It's not my body. ”

Ning Yi's hair was drenched in the rain and drooped down.

He breathed heavily, and looked down at the "Fu Qingfeng" he had saved...... The red gauze body, the face is not real, the refined dryad is extremely deceitful, and he has never said a word of truth.

If you really exchange a drop of your heart's blood for it, you can't get it back to your true body.

Ning Yi followed Fu Qingfeng's gaze and looked at the pagoda.

"In the pagoda?" Ning Yi took a deep breath and looked gloomy.

"You wait for me. He was about to get up, and said in a cold tone: "If you push this tower, I will also help you get your body back." ”

"No ......"

Fu Qingfeng shook his head, puffed up his breath, and said with a smile: "No need...... Mr. Ning, I would like to ...... A few words to you......"

Lanruo Temple quieted down, the heavy rain and thunder in the dome, after Ning Yi's sword, rested again, the fallen leaves and withered flowers swirling in the mud puddle, reflecting the shadows of the two snugglers.

The temple has always been quiet.

But today's silence is different, the sound of wind, rain, and falling leaves are gradually left behind.

The woman, whose breath was getting smaller, stretched out a hand, wanting to touch "Ning Yi", and hung in the air, no longer advancing.

The two of them were very close, but they were not ambiguous, and the moment this action appeared, Fu Qingfeng realized that something was wrong...... She suddenly thought of something, and said anxiously, "I have one thing...... Wanted to say to you. ”

Ning Yi noticed Fu Qingfeng's slight movements.

He said calmly, "You say, I'm listening." ”

Ning Yi separated his thoughts.

The talisman on the fingertips was exuding a soft temperature, trying its best to dissipate the chill of "Fu Qingfeng".

Stormy winds.

Blocked by sword qi.

That's why everything is so quiet.

His divine soul spread out, enveloping the entire Thousand Buddha Pagoda, and the scripture runes of the Dragon Sutra flowed in his mind...... He wants to find the physical location of "Fu Qingfeng", and he also has to find the shelter of "grandma".

"I ...... It's not a big family......" Fu Qingfeng's eyes were gloomy, she said word by word, very slowly, the voice in her throat was already extremely difficult, and said, "Ning Chen...... I didn't lie to you......"

Ning Yi took a deep breath and said, "I've read that letter." ”

Fu Qingfeng was stunned.

"I know it all. There was a hint of apology in Ning Yi's voice, he was able to find this place because of the "sachet" he gave, he was now an invincible monk under the Ten Realms of the Great Sui, pretending to be a scholar, but he actually deceived her.

Fu Qingfeng was stunned.

She looked into those eyes that had never been so close.

In those eyes, it was not a scholarly spirit.

It's a sharp sword aura.

In the mass grave forest...... The "Ning Chen" she saw was a thin scholar who was powerless, and he was also a scholar who could say, "Those who know me are worried about me, and those who don't know me say what I want", and occasionally feel angry.

It's not the "stranger" in front of him who has a very high cultivation realm and can collapse the ancient temple with a single sword.

Ning Yi's voice was extremely soft, with a hint of pain, and he said hoarsely: "I'm sorry." These are all fakes. ”

Fu Qingfeng looked at this soft and handsome face in a daze, and she seemed to see some clues.

The woman smiled and narrowed her eyes, muttering softly.

"Just the other day...... I met a very good-looking scholar named Ning Chen. If I really am the daughter of a big family, no matter how strict the family rules are, I will definitely run away, accompany him, and see the outside world......"

She shook her head and said, "It's a pity...... I was born in this Lanruo Temple...... Fate has never been up to me. ”

Fu Qingfeng clutched Ning Yi's sleeves.

She asked with a smile on her face and a very soft voice.

"Mr. Ning, why is life so painful?"

Too late to answer.

The woman in Ning Yi's arms, the arm that had just been raised, snapped, splashed muddy water, and fell to the ground.

The yin soul is already weak, and when the wind blows, it is like a petal peeling off the stamen.

That's how fate has always been.

Not majeure, not already.

......

......

Ning Yi kept Fu Qingfeng's appearance in his mind.

He will never forget it.

A moment later.

The black-robed young man furrowed his brows, and his eyes were completely cold.

He stood up and stretched out a hand, and the ancient hall of worship in the depths of Nalanruo Temple sounded the sound of wind and thunder, and a thunderbolt swept into his palm in an instant.

The previous "Guho" thunder suppression knife.

Ning Yi brushed two fingers, wiped out the thunder of this knife weapon, and turned it into a mortal knife.

Press the other finger on the center of the eyebrow.

The plain of white bones, the god pond is churning.

Contemplating the majestic soul of the ancient scroll, forcibly condensed the soul of "Fu Qingfeng" that had not completely dispersed, and slowly injected it into this knife.

This knife was stained with a trace of Fu Qingfeng's blood, and it was extremely suitable as a container at this moment.

Ning Yi looked at the towering pagoda that was only separated by a wall.

The end of it all...... It's not settled yet.

If there is Fu Qingfeng's body in the pagoda, maybe there is still a glimmer of life.

Ning Yi has a guilty conscience, there are no three, six, nine and so on, but there is a difference between good and evil in his mind, and he can do this step now, it is indeed "using" Fu Qingfeng...... The scholar who would place a lantern next to the campfire and listen quietly to the woman playing the piano did not exist at all.

A lie.

At this moment, Ning Yi's mind was turning over and over, and all he remembered was Fu Qingfeng's words.

"Mr. Ning, why is life so painful?"

He pinned the ancient knife to his waist, and he tore off his scholar's skin and put it in his waist bag.

"Mr. Ye said to me that the most difficult thing in the world to repay is cause and effect. ”

A touch of complexity flashed in Ning Yi's eyes, he looked at the flying red veil on the ground, and muttered, "I'll help you get rid of this fate." ”

......

......

Black clouds are surging.

Above the Thousand Buddha Pagoda, a ray of essence.

This wisp of essence gathers at the top of the tower, the wind and thunder linger, the righteous qi is injected into it, the whole tower body is like King Kong glass, not stained with the slightest dirt.

The Sanskrit sound in the tower is bursting, lingering in the ears.

The incense is fluttering.

Arhats lined up one by one, followed by bodhisattvas, and then ...... It is the entire eastern Daze, and there is no "Buddha" statue enshrined in all the ancient temples of Lingshan.

On the chest of the Buddha statue, the wind and thunder at the spire of the tower converge here, and the incense and Sanskrit sound in the tower are also floating towards this place.

The chest thrashed, steadily and tenaciously.

The black smoke flew by, and a pustule bulged on the ground, and this pustule was extremely fast, sneaking before it reached the Buddha statue, and then came to a slight standstill.

The ancient Buddha who smiled with flowers smiled with a calm smile and a look unchanged for thousands of years.

"Your Excellen......cy" Grandma's head floated to the ground, and he was carrying a woman in a red veil in his hand, and his whole body emerged, his voice was extremely miserable, as thick as a man, "There is a terrible person outside, and my body is ruined." ”

He spoke very quickly and said what had happened.

After finishing speaking, grandma had boundless resentment in her eyes, staring at the woman in her palm, "Fu Qingfeng" is the person he admires the most, his body is buried in the pagoda, and when he is successful, he originally wanted to give Fu Qingfeng a piece of the pie......

Now it was just an ordinary body, and she tried to summon that soul, but she was greatly hindered.

I'm afraid that scholar also has the corresponding divine soul means.

Grandma raised her head, looked at the ancient Buddha, and said, "Your Excellency, we still have the last few things to achieve, and that person is about to be killed...... What to do?"

The words fell, and there was a dead silence.

The ancient Buddha did not answer, but treated it with silence.

Immediately afterwards, the tower body suddenly trembled.

Stone walls on all sides, the Buddha is blooming, a statue of Arhat is shining with golden light, this place is like Lingshan Da Lei Yin Temple.

Jinbi Pudu, a thousand Buddhas fly to the sky.

The ancient Buddha's eyes suddenly lit up, and the indifferent and thick voice, like the yellow bell Da Lu, rang Fang Yuan.

"Who's coming?"

The sound of the Buddha was interrupted by the sword qi!

The stone wall behind Grandma was collapsed with a sword, and in the midst of the smoke and dust, there stood an expressionless young figure in a black robe.

The Sanskrit sound of the void was shattered.

"Shushan, Ning Yi. ”