84_84717 Dust Wind didn't expect to encounter the Futu Tower in such a place.

If it was the dust wind in the past, he would have to go in and find out.

This kind of legendary thing is hard to find, and if you miss it, you may not be able to encounter it again in this life.

As the little witch thought in her heart, if you can get some treasures or Buddha artifacts left by the Buddha inside, it will be a great benefit.

But this time, Dustwind didn't want to go in and find out.

Because Dustwind can't delay here any longer, he has more important things to do, and he can't be selfishly adventurous here.

But sometimes, a lot of things are out of your own hands.

Dustwind didn't want to take the risk, but he had to.

Because just as Dusty Wind and the others were about to turn around and leave, the door of the heavy Futu Pagoda creaked open.

It is clear that the gates of the Floating Tu Pagoda have not been opened for many years.

It was completely obscured by dust, moss, and even vines.

At this point, the door opened, and a lot of dust and even moss fell down.

What shocked Dusty Wind the most was that a bald-headed white-bearded monk suddenly came out of the open door.

The bald-headed, white-bearded monk-robed man holds a string of quaint hand beads in his hand and a larger string of Buddha beads around his neck.

At this time, the bald-headed white-bearded monk in robes waved his handballs and said in a Buddhist language:

"Amitabha, come in a hurry, go in a hurry, why are sentient beings? The donor is actually here, why should he leave in a hurry?"

The bald-headed white-bearded monk robed man had a smile on his face at this time, very kind.

Looking at his smile was like a quick thing.

Any troubles, any unpleasantness will be melted by his smile, and the heart will gradually become calm and peaceful.

Even Dustwind's restless heart seemed to be comforted at this moment, and before he knew it, he was about to indulge in the smile of the bald and white-bearded monk.

"What an eerie smile. The dust wind suddenly woke up.

This bald head doesn't know what means to use, but a smile can confuse Dusty Wind's mind.

If it weren't for the dust wind, he would be a god refiner, and his spirit would be strong.

And after the baptism of the matter of capturing the Heavenly Dao, Chenfeng's heart became more indestructible, and he was afraid that Chenfeng was going to touch his Dao.

"Who are you?" asked Dusty Wind with a cold snort.

Dustwind's cold snort used the sonic power of the gluttonous roar, and at the same time, Dustwind also used his soul power.

Therefore, this cold snort of the dust wind was like an alarm bell, ringing on the souls of everyone.

pulled Xiao Wentian and other lost people back to reality from the psychedelia.

"Amitabha, the benefactor is really a person with deep roots in the Buddha, and he was able to sober up so quickly in my 'Smile of the Leaves'. ”

The bald-headed white-bearded monk smiled slightly and said bluntly.

"Kaye Smile, what kind of skill is this?" Dustwind asked to himself.

Dust Wind can be sure that this so-called Kaye Laugh is definitely not a supernatural power.

Because Dust Wind couldn't feel any fluctuations in divine power.

It was more like a drizzle, silent mystical power, unlike anything the dust wind had ever come into contact with.

It doesn't have the strength of qi and blood, nor does it have a sense of power in refining the body, but it has some weirdness of soul power, but it has no trace to follow.

"Don't panic, don't be alarmed, don't be vigilant, the poor monk has no ill will. After reciting a Buddha name, the bald-headed and white-bearded monk said to Chenfeng and the others:

"The Buddha has always been good and convenient for others. When the poor monk sees all the dusty servants, why don't you come in and rest?"

Dustwind had to admit that the monk-robed man's voice was magnetic.

It's easy to feel trusting of him.

And to be honest, the words of the monk-robed man are also very tempting.

Dustwind and the others have been in this ruin world for more than eight months.

For such a long time, Dusty Wind and the others have been rushing with their feet.

In order to keep yourself in the best shape at all times, but also to avoid some dangers that may arise suddenly.

However, with such a long period of mental high-intensity vigilance, everyone really hopes to find a stable place and take a good rest.

Especially the elf princess and Miao Yiyi, who were relatively weak, they all looked at the dust wind with some longing.

"Thank you for your kindness, but we still have important things to do, and it is not convenient to stay for long. Dustwind thought about it, but still refused.

Although the elf princess once said that the Buddha was kind to others and took pleasure in saving them.

But after all, that's just heard, and Dustwind doesn't believe that there really is such a person in this world.

At least Dustwind himself is not this kind of person who is willing to give, so Dustwind doesn't want to believe that there really is such a person in this world.

Seeing is believing, all that Dusty Wind sees is deceit, and most of them are ambitious people.

"Don't be in a hurry to refuse, the poor monk really has no malice. The monk-robed man said with an unchanged face:

"The poor monk is just a good heart, this friend of yours doesn't seem to be in a very good state, if he can trust the poor monk, the poor monk can help him resolve the crisis on him. ”

The monk-robed man pointed at Yixuan and said to Dusty Wind.

"Do you know the crisis in him?" asked Dusty Wind.

Yi Xuan's biggest problem now is the dead qi on his body.

Yi Xuan awakened the inheritance of the god of death, so he was full of life.

If Dust Wind can't help him find the Death God's cultivation method in time, the death qi will eat away at his body more and more, and eventually he will die.

It's a pity that the Grim Reaper's cultivation method is so easy to obtain?

The god of meaning said that he knew about the mansion of the god of death, and he would help Dustwind find the cultivation method of the god of death.

However, now that Yishen is busy with his resurrection plan, he can't take care of Yixuan.

Now Dust Wind could feel that the dead air on Yixuan's body was getting stronger and stronger.

Dusty Wind was worried in his heart, but there was nothing he could do.

"The poor monk is incompetent, and it can't be completely resolved, but it can be alleviated by one or two, and at the same time, the poor monk can also give you some guidance, so that you can find the cultivation method of the god of death. The monk-robed man said lightly.

After the monk-robed man said this, Dusty Wind was already convinced.

Because although ordinary people know the death qi on Yi Xuan's body, they don't know that the death qi on Yi Xuan's body will speed up Yi Xuan's death.

I don't know that Yixuan has obtained the inheritance of the god of death, so he will be dead.

It is even more impossible to know that if there was no Death God's cultivation method, Yi Xuan's life would have to die on this death qi sooner or later.

"How do you resolve it?" asked Dusty Wind in a deep voice.

"Quite simply, it is because your heart is dead that it will induce the inheritance of the god of death, and it is precisely because his heart is dead that the death qi will more easily erode his body. The monk said:

"If only he could awaken his dead heart, he would have at least twenty years to live, otherwise he would not have lived more than three months. ”

The monk's words suddenly made everyone look at Yixuan in shock.

Except for the dust and wind, the rest of the people didn't know anything about the situation on Yixuan's body.

They didn't even take the lead in breaking through to the Half-Saint Realm, and Yi Xuan was happy!

Unexpectedly, Yixuan only had three months to live.

Could it be that this is the jealousy of talent?

At this time, Dusty Wind said in a heavy tone:

"Okay! I'll go in with you. ”。