Lan Juechen's eyes flickered with a different light, raised his head and looked directly at the top of Daming Mountain through the obstacles, the dark shadow above the futon was like a nightmare, and a black head suddenly flashed two different lights, but it was the eyes, a moon and a half cracked below, and the light of the ten-colored merit ring behind him became more and more brilliant and holy, and the ten star rings in the endless universe. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

The two looked at each other in chronospace, and at that moment the whole world stopped moving, and everything came to a standstill.

Silence, deathly silence.

Lan Juechen's eyes were deep, dotted with countless stars, the stars were shining, I didn't know what I was thinking, wisps of black gas were permeated on his body, and suddenly he seemed to understand something, the corners of his mouth opened a strange arc, wisps of black gas appeared in his eyes, his teeth were as white as snow, and his evil intent was awe-inspiring.

Lan Juechen's breath alarmed everyone around him, these people seemed to smell a tempting aroma of rice, their eyes showed a fierce light, their faces were full of greed, their previous sanity was completely gone, like a walking corpse, and now they were controlled by instinct.

A strong aura erupted, covered in black fireworks, and the combat power was extremely sublimated, and the weakest were all at the peak of the Heavenly God Rank.

"One, two, three, four......"

Lan Jiechen was not afraid of danger, and he was still in the mood to count something, under his eyes, what he saw was that these people had fruits in their bodies, blood red, black silk made up, and all the blood veins in the body were linked.

Two hearts, weird bodies of two hearts.

Not all people have two hearts, and it seems that the richer and richer the person, the more sin value reaches a certain height, it bears this fruit, and it varies in size, and it seems to be divided into ripe and immature stages.

What Lan Juechen was counting at this moment was the ripe fruit of sin, there were quite a few people in the small workshop, no more than 10,000 people, but there were only less than seventeen truly ripe fruits.

"Can you see the fruit of sin in their bodies?" Lan Jiechen said, holding up the Shenluo Heavenly Sign.

Shui Ripple and Murong Qing were not very human, how could they not see it, so they nodded to Lan Juechen.

"I have seven of them, and you have ten of them. Lan Jiechen continued.

When the words fell, Lan Juechen's figure flickered slightly and disappeared into the Shenluo Heavenly Sign, and the two of them also disappeared, but in three seconds, the Water Ripples first appeared under the Shenluo Heavenly Sign, followed by Lan Juechen, and then Murong Qing.

Lan Jiechen grinned, stretched out his right hand, and saw seven strangely shaped fruits in the palm of his right hand, like strawberries, and they were constantly beating, and the water ripples and Murong Qing had also completed their tasks.

"If I'm not mistaken, this fruit helps to enlighten and allows the Buddha to gather a circle of merit. Lan Jiechen said.

"Merit fruit, this is the merit fruit that my master once described to me, but he didn't tell me how the merit fruit grows, I can't imagine that the origin of this merit fruit is so hurtful. Water Ripple spoke.

"It's really hurtful, it's too much, it's really too much. "Rao is demonic nature, and Lan Juechen can't bear it.

"Mentor, do you want these fruits to strengthen your merit ring?" Murong Qing thought of the key point of the question.

Lan Jiechen shrugged his shoulders, he didn't deny this matter, he had a deep plan, this is halfway up the mountain, the more he goes up, the more he is afraid that the obstacles he will encounter will be stronger.

"Could it be the pattern of the eighteenth layer of hell?" Lan Jiechen had an idea.

"Well, I'm afraid. Water Ripple said solemnly.

"Then, I guess Master Jedi must want to sweep through the past layer by layer, if it is really the pattern of the eighteenth layer of hell, the quality of the sin fruit of the higher layer must be better. Murong Qing smiled.

"The past must be swept away, and the fruit of sin will be in my hands for the most powerful effect. Sinlian's voice came out, and her tone seemed very excited, with a strong eagerness.

Lan Juechen, who has the eye of repentance, with the help of the Sin Lotus and the others, is like a fish in water here, even if the other party has countless times stronger strength than Lan Juchen, they are also taken out by Lan Juchen and the fruits of sin.

There were no terrible screams, only smiles after liberation, and in the withering, they bowed deeply to Lan Jiechen, whether it was ripe or imripe, all the evil fruits were detained by Lan Jiechen.

Whether or not they gave birth to the fruit of sin, Lan Jiechen helped them to be free, although most of them no longer had any chance to enter samsara, but in this case, they preferred to let themselves have eternal rest.

"Peerless Mentor, why do people always do such a hurtful thing, aren't they afraid of being punished by God?" Murong Qing no longer knew how many hearts she had dug out, and the moment she came into contact with the fruit of sin, she was able to capture some of the past events of the deceased.

"Faith, because every living being has a belief in his heart, and this belief tends to move him all the way, regardless of right or wrong, from his point of view, he is right, he is the righteous side.

From the perspective of others, he is indeed evil, and this is the paradox of justice.

Aren't you or I also because we have a future in our hearts that we want, and we have been moving forward unremittingly with our own beliefs?" Lan Jiechen smiled slightly.

As he spoke, Lan Jiechen raised and fell with his hands, and took out five ripe sin fruits, the higher he went, the more like the heart became, and the higher he went, the darker the sin fruits became.

Except for the ripe sin fruits that need to be taken out by Lan Jiechen and them, the rest of the sin fruits are all done by Sin Lotus and Hua Qiluo together, and the action of the two daughters, Sin Lotus and Hua Qiluo, the efficiency has increased several times.

Countless roots covered the heavens and the earth, Lan Jiechen completely released the power of repentance, infinitely suppressing these sinful people, Sin Lotus and Hua Qiluo They easily penetrated these people, and detained the still beating Devil Fruits.

These devil fruits have all become the nourishment of the Sin Lotus and Hua Qiluo, I don't know if it is because of the problem of the Sin Lotus and Hua Qiluo, or Lan Juechen's own problem, the ten-colored merit ring that automatically shines behind him is becoming more and more gorgeous, more and more holy, and more and more condensed.

These ten colors of merit are about to condense into an entity.

The harvest of water ripples is not small, but she is not as obvious as Lan Jiechen, but Murong Qing's situation is very strange, no matter how many evil fruits are used, Murong Qing cannot be enlightened and shine with a circle of merit.

In the end, Lan Juechen and the others reluctantly chose to give up.

It is difficult to climb the mountain, and it is even more difficult to wait for Daming Mountain.

When he was on the seventeenth floor, Lan Jiechen was already exhausted and collapsed, one step away, just one step away, the small temple was in front of his eyes, just about to step into the small temple, his feet had not yet touched the ground, Lan Juechen's two corners were black, his whole body was weak, and he fell on the threshold.

Shui Ripple and Murong Qing had already collapsed earlier, and were sent into the Xiaoyu Realm by Lan Juechen, the moment Lan Juechen fainted, the Xiaoyu Realm lost contact with him, and all the equipment on his body was lost, as if it had been sealed and became a dead thing.

"Boom......"

A young monk of five or six years old appeared out of thin air, holding a broom in his hand and sweeping the dust around the small temple.

"Huh?" the monk quickly spotted Lan Jiechen lying on the threshold.

With a wave of the broom in his hand, Lan Jiechen was suspended in the air, and when he saw Lan Jiechen's face, he couldn't help but show a surprised expression.

"Is this guy? This guy is really big, he still has the breath of the Buddha on his body, but he can still live for so long, it seems that the Buddha is just a remnant soul after all, and he can't become a big climate. The monk said in a milky voice.

"Maybe this guy can really break the Buddha's game, no wonder he ...... at the entrance of the Buddha Kingdom."

Before the monk finished speaking, his neck suddenly shrank, as if he wanted something terrible, and the next second his smart and pure eyes turned a few times in his sockets, and a mischievous smile appeared on his face.

"Lord Buddha, Lord Buddha, how can the eleven-colored merit ring be so easy to cultivate, if you bind me with the merit ring, then I don't want this merit ring, I don't want it, give it away."

Don't think I don't know, you want to use me as your best container, I'm not so stupid. ”

As he spoke, he saw the little monk looking up to the sky and laughing, with a childish voice, a milky laugh, and an indescribable cuteness.

I saw that the little monk threw the broom in his hand, pulled Lan Jiechen's legs, straightened Lan Jiechen under the Buddha, and then fiddled with Lan Jiechen's posture, sitting on the tattered grass futon, which happened to coincide with the black shadow.

"Hey, hey, hey......"

The little monk smiled mysteriously and muttered, "This kid is much stronger than when I first met him, especially this vast spiritual power, I want to see which of you two is more powerful." ”

The black shadow distorted and flickered, and Lan Jiechen's body began to bubble with black gas, the two sides were constantly overlapping, and a silent battle was facilitated by a little monk.

The little monk touched his smooth and immature chin as he walked towards the outside of the small temple, sighing from time to time why he was so smart.

"Oops!" the little monk slapped himself on the forehead.

"It's ripe season!"

"How did I forget this stubble!"

“......”

The little monk grunted and scraped his small broom and walked down the mountain.

"Huh?!"

"How can it be surprisingly quiet today, people?"

"Is there any activity that can't be done?"

"Why is the fragrance of the fruit so light?"

“......”

The little monk searched around with infinite doubts for a while, but there was no one to see, quiet, and the silence around made people shudder. The little monk couldn't help but have an ominous premonition in his heart, and his divine sense was revealed with a complicated mood, which instantly enveloped the entire Daming Mountain.

"Ahhh......hh

"Where did the get all my fruit trees?!" the little monk couldn't help but roar loudly.

The little monk's body flickered slightly, and countless clones came out, turning Daming Mountain over, vowing to find this thief, but there was not even a shadow, except for the creatures below the halfway mountain, the creatures above the halfway up the mountain all disappeared completely, and there was only their thin breath in the air.

The little monk didn't suspect Lan Juechen, after all, no matter how strong Lan Jiechen was, he was just a high-level celestial god walker after all, and all the fruit trees he planted could pinch Lan Jiechen to death with a single raise of his hand.

Lan Juechen's ability to walk to the door of the small temple can already show that Lan Jiechen is a new generation of demons, and it is impossible for Lan Jiechen to collect all his fruit trees in less than a day.

"Unless...... Unless...... Unless ......"

"That's not right!"

"Ahhh......h

"Holy!"

The little monk seemed to think of something, the figure flickered, and disappeared in an instant, and the next second he had returned to the small temple, but on the grass futon, Lan Jiechen had disappeared, and the black shadow and the ten-colored merit ring had all disappeared, leaving only an empty broken temple, and a little monk who was about to go crazy.

"It's always been the old man who calculates others, but I was calculated by a little kid, and I really laughed off my teeth when I said it to let those old friends know. ”

"This little guy is growing up really fast, it's only been a long time since we last met and saved him, and now I can already calculate that I'm coming, what an ungrateful little guy.

The eleven-colored merit ring is gone, my fruit tree is gone, this little guy is simply my disaster star, Elysium specially sent me to rectify it, is it all in vain all these years?

......”

The more the little monk thought about it, the more angry he became, and then he began to scold, greeting Lan Jiechen's whole family from top to bottom, scolding and scolding, the little monk was a little tired, and wanted to take a break and scold again.

Suddenly, he trembled, his pupils contracted for a while, and then an incomparably powerful aura spread from the little monk, accompanied by bursts of fairy sound Sanskrit, one by one Sanskrit flew out of Daming Mountain, and the little monk showed an excited smile when he saw this.

"Blessings and misfortunes depend on each other, how do you know if they are blessings?!" the little monk exclaimed excitedly.

Only to see the little monk with both hands pinching the seal, printing, the handprint on the grass futon, an invisible power rippled, and then Daming Mountain began to shake violently, and then began to appear cracks, all over the entire Daming Mountain.

"Click......click" Daming Mountain is crumbling, and the boulders fall off and fall into the endless molten slurry, just like ice cubes falling into hot porridge, melting in an instant.

"Ahhh......hh

The little monk exerted all his strength and injected it into Daming Mountain, and the cracks became bigger and bigger, more and more, and golden light shot out from the cracks.

"Bang!" There was a loud bang, and it shook the sky.

The entire Daming Mountain shattered in an instant, and a magic staff rose and fell up and down, flashing with thousands of golden lights.

The little monk showed an excited expression, and couldn't help but exclaim excitedly: "Nine-ring tin staff! I never thought that I would be able to see you in my lifetime!"

The nine-ring tin staff seemed to hear the call of the little monk, and it trembled slightly, making a crisp sound.

In an ancient ruin, the Emperor of Heaven and his daughter were performing some kind of ritual, and the altar was stacked with heads, piled up into a small mountain, and the blood with brains flowed all over the grooves on the altar, shimmering with colorful colors.

I don't know if the aroma covers the smell of blood, or if there is no smell of blood in the first place, but there is a faint fragrance in the air, which gives this ancient ruin some vitality.

"Huh?!" The Heavenly Emperor's body trembled violently, and then he spit out a mouthful of essence blood, the ritual was only halfway through, because of this sudden problem, all the previous efforts were wasted.

What is even more regrettable is that the ancient altar was also shattered.

"Golden Cicada!"

The Heavenly Emperor gritted his teeth and roared loudly. (To be continued.) )