The next moment, Lan Jiechen's figure appeared at the highest point in the sky, and the perfect sword instantly locked on Lan Jiechen's qi machine, and immediately turned around, the sword blade was aimed at Lan Jiechen, converging into a torrent of steel, wanting to drown Lan Jiechen.

"This trick again, isn't there any new trick?" Lan Jiechen said helplessly.

Having said that, the surface is frivolous, but the body is tense, and although the sword of perfection is not really faced, it is infinitely close to perfection.

If you can't smash the perfect sword or surrender this perfect sword as soon as possible, the assessment of the sword mountain hell will not end, and sooner or later you will be consumed by the perfect sword.

Lan Juechen's marksmanship has been simplified to the point of perfection, it seems to be a very simple gun to put away the gun, but it contains an incomparably strong power, there is no gorgeous gun shadow in the sky, only the ordinary and boring gun to collect the gun, in this short blink of an eye, Lan Juechen has already stabbed out thousands of shots.

"Ding Bang ......"

All the clones were frozen in mid-air, and a perfect sword with a cold glow flowing confronted the weeping blood spear, the tip of the sword against the tip of the spear.

"Jump!"

"Jump!"

"Jump!"

“......”

The perfect swords around him shattered one after another, and the iron powder was all over the sky, fluttering in the wind, with a trace of spirituality, like mosquitoes all over the sky, covering the sky and covering the sun.

"Ahhh......h

"No way! No way!

"My power, my power!"

"How so?!"

"You despicable human, what the hell have you done to me?!"

“......”

As the Perfect Sword lost its mind and scolded the streets, the Perfect Sword itself shattered inch by inch. Burst into powder, a bun-sized white ball of light. Suspended in the air, up and down.

The perfect sword deity burst into powder. A chain reaction was formed, all the doppelgangers burst out, and were siphoned by the weeping blood gun, no matter how much they struggled, it was useless, although the iron powder had spirituality, but it could not condense and form on its own, and restore its original body.

Lan Jiechen's heart throbbed, but he was completely connected with Crying Blood and Xiaoyu again, and it was really as Lan Jiechen guessed in his heart.

Weeping blood. Ling Xuan, Xiao Yu, and Hua Qiluo all appeared, and the light group let out a frightened scream.

"It's you! It's you!

Before he could finish speaking, there was a bang, and the spirit body shattered and disappeared.

Lan Jiechen was stunned for a moment, knowing that the person this sword spirit was referring to was probably Weeping Blood, and Weeping Blood was the instrument spirit re-conceived by the Weeping Blood Spear, and it was estimated that it would be difficult to understand the past and present life of the Weeping Blood Spear through Weeping Blood.

Lan Jiechen was a little curious in his heart. But he didn't want to rush it, he always had a hunch that what should come would always come, as long as the bond between him and Weeping Blood was still there. Sooner or later, the 'effect' of the two of them will manifest itself as a 'cause'.

This metal powder in the sky is like a great tonic for them crying blood, a blood gun, and a music of life. Red Dragon King Set, Scorpion Blade. Nebula chains, they are like fish in water. Swim in the wave of metal powder, take its essence, and remove its dross.

This is the essence of all the weapons in the entire Sword Mountain Hell, the amount is huge, enough for them to absorb it for a whole day, and then they can absorb it completely, but it will take some time to completely digest these great tonics.

When the last grain of iron powder was absorbed, there was a loud bang, the enchantment shattered instantly, time and space distorted violently, and the dazzling light suddenly shone, stinging Lan Jiechen's eyes.

When Lan Jiechen opened his eyes again, there was a black torrent formed by countless crows flying in the sky, blocked by an invisible barrier, they screamed in the air, not knowing what they wanted to express, Lan Juechen's hand still reached into the enchantment, and did not retract.

"This ...... A dream?"

Lan Jiechen frowned slightly, finding that his right hand had not been harmed in any way, and he had doubts in his heart, the cultivation life of the two years in the Sword Mountain Hell was so real, it was not like a dream hallucination.

"Jump!" There was a crisp sound, Lan Jiechen was shocked back more than a dozen steps by an impact, not injured, but if he looked closely, the enchantment was broken, and the scene in front of him showed the essence, and the crows excitedly crossed the enchantment line and flew into the distance.

"Knife Mountain Hell?!"

Lan Juechen looked at the countless familiar scenes in front of him, and his heart was like a storm crashing on the shore, unable to calm down for a long time.

There has been no change in the Knife Mountain Hell, all the weapons are still sleeping here, shiny, rusty, corroded and broken, everything, the Knife Mountain Hell is like a scrapped weapons recycling station, the smell of rust mixed with the rotten dirt, pungent and disgusting.

A gust of wind blows, the weapons chant with the wind, as if they are complaining to the wind, and they seem to be crying with the wind, all the glory of the past is already in the past tense, and they can no longer find the master, reproduce the glory of the year, and compete with heaven and earth.

The gods are in the twilight, and the heart is dead.

This pungent and unpleasant smell came with the wind, and Lan Jiechen didn't feel any discomfort, he was already used to this kind of smell.

The weapons here are waiting for a person, waiting for a big hero to appear, so that they can completely free themselves from the shackles here.

At this moment, Lan Jiechen seemed to understand their hearts, and the corners of his eyes couldn't help but sparkle, not all weapons can give birth to spirits, and not only weapons that give birth to spirits will have spirituality and emotion.

All things have spirits, which are not only the emotions of all things, but also the spiritual obsession or sustenance of living beings.

Lan Jiechen once read an ancient Buddhist scripture and has never been able to understand the mystery of it, and today facing the Daoshan Hell, Lan Jiechen couldn't help but have such a passage in his mind, looking at the Daoshan Hell, and then looking at the torrent of crows flying in the sky, and then looking at everything around him.

Lan Juechen was like an initiation, his mouth suddenly opened, and in an epiphany, Lan Juechen's divine consciousness was sublimated again.

Shakyamuni Buddha watched the stars awaken to Buddha at night under the Bodhi tree, and the first thing he said was: "Wonderful, wonderful, wonderful, all of them have the wisdom and virtue of the Buddha, but because of delusional attachment, they cannot attain it, and if they are separated from delusion, then there is no teacher's wisdom, natural wisdom, and everything appears." ”

The words of the Buddha are that everything in the world is no different from the Buddha, and that everything has the same wisdom and the same ability as the Buddha. The Buddha has left delusional attachments, and all his innate wisdom and abilities have been revealed. And we fight delusions every day, and all the wisdom and abilities we originally have have have been lost.

Therefore, we need to restore our inherent wisdom and ability. Theoretically it's very simple, just get rid of delusional attachments. It is a ready-made Buddha; However, it is very complicated to do this, because for a long, long time we have recognized the false as the true, the non-self as the true self, and the unattainable as the gained, and we have suffered a lot in delusions, and we have developed a strong habit.

Therefore, there are 84,000 ways to get rid of delusion, just to adapt to the habits of different people. The words of the Buddha have given us supreme enlightenment and supreme courage.

It is from believing that I have the same supreme wisdom and ability as the Buddha, and then I first felt the switch to turn on the light of my nature, and when I opened it, I realized that there were so many mistakes. Make up your mind and fix it.

Therefore, the first thing to believe in Buddhism is to believe in oneself, one's own nature is Buddha, and the second is to believe in Buddha.

The thoughts in Lan Jiechen's heart were incomparably vividly fed back to the Soul Bridge, and they were known to crying blood.

"You are a god son, your heart is biased towards demons, but you understand the path of Buddha. Don't you think this is too disobedient? But yes, if you don't know the Buddha, the enlightened Buddha, the sullen woman of the water lotus will not treat you like this. Even in order to prove his own way, he also made a promise with his body and used himself to overcome demons. ”

Hua Qiluo teased. Hua Qiluo has a lot of resentment towards Shui Lianyi, and that time in Qingshui Peak, Hua Qiluo felt that she had lost face. I haven't thought about it yet.

"The Buddha is the Tao and should not be divided from each other. All are cultivators, all are in the path of understanding, all are detached from themselves, cut me to find the truth, and Buddha is the way. Lan Juechen said with a smile.

After the words fell, Lan Jiechen took a step and stepped into the realm of Daoshan Hell.

"You didn't have any impression back then?" Lan Juechen asked suddenly.

"And the impression you have in mind. Weeping Blood and Ling Xuan affirmed.

"If so, I will think about it for two years. Lan Juechen didn't ask, he relaxed his mind, wanting to feel the essence of Daoshan Hell, thinking that maybe the word "hell" was just used to satirize a certain phenomenon.

As Lan Jiechen expected in his heart, there was no riot in the Sword Mountain Hell, the sword roared with the wind, and the wind carried the sadness of the sword to Lan Jiechen's psychology.

Lan Jiechen had already passed their assessment and been recognized by them, and they had a sense of relief.

"Huhuhu......"

The cool breeze is blowing, whistling by, and the sound is endless.

The weapons behind Lan Jiechen exploded with the wind, and the iron powder flew all over the sky, without Lan Jiechen's deliberate operation, the iron powder turned into countless essences and poured into Lan Jiechen's body, and was absorbed by the weeping blood gun.

Seeing that the crow was about to disappear into the sky, Lan Jiechen sighed softly in his heart, and then stepped on the dragon and swam to turn into a swimming dragon, moving forward quickly, leaving a series of afterimages.

Countless weapons exploded, setting off a surging wave of iron powder, the essence filled the sky, the particles of light, following behind Lan Juechen, the brilliance was gorgeous, as if a pair of light wings were inserted, the scene was magnificent, and it was difficult to see in his life.

It didn't take long for Lan Jiechen to catch up with the crow and slow down. Weeping Blood They were not much different from ordinary human women, they were chattering excitedly, exchanging the benefits they had received from the Sword Mountain Hell and what had changed in themselves.

Lan Jiechen found an interesting thing, these crows are extremely spiritual, not ordinary demon beasts can be compared to them, their flight trajectory is worth studying, it looks plain, but it contains some kind of rhyme, they don't need to spend much effort to fly, they seem to be suppressing their true speed.

I just don't know if they're waiting for themselves, or if they're going to camp step by step, afraid of the ubiquitous enchantments or prohibitions here. Lan Jiechen followed the crow, and was able to avoid many dangerous areas very effectively.

The aura emitted by some dangerous areas can make the invincible corpse incense konjac flower-Hua Qiluo Flower sister carefully hide her breath, not daring to overflow, for fear of causing trouble.

This phenomenon made Lan Jiechen very curious, what was the purpose of these crows doing this?

"Huh?!" Lan Jiechen suddenly frowned slightly, his eyes flashed with a strange light, more than ten miles away was a sea of dark blue flowers, endless, located between two giant mountain ranges, the sea of flowers flew these colorful butterflies, puffing their wings, countless light particles sprinkled, looking like pollen.

Lan Juechen's speed is even slower, this flower is very familiar.

"The other side of the flower, Manzhu Sawa?!"

"Hellbutterfly?!"

"There are also Manju Sawa and Hell Butterflies here, oh my God, it seems that the legend is true......

Before Lan Jiechen could remember, Hua Qiluo exclaimed.

Manju Sahua, a blood-red flower.

Legend has it that the flower that voluntarily threw into hell was sent back by the demons, but it still lingered on the road of Huangquan, and the demons could not bear it, so they agreed to open it on this road, giving guidance and comfort to the souls who left the human world. It is generally believed to be a flower that only blooms on the banks of the Santu River in the underworld and on the other side of the Lethe River.

Floral legends have magical powers that evoke memories of the deceased. It is known as the "Fire Road" because of its red fire, and it is also the only scenery and color on this long Huangquan Road.

When the soul passes through the Lethe, it forgets all the things that were in life, and everything that was once left on the other side, and the deceased will step on the guidance of this flower to lead to the underworld and hell.

But the Manzhu Sawa in front of him is dark blue, crystal clear, flashing faint light, pure and pure, as if carved from blue crystal, swaying in the wind, graceful, like the graceful beauty dancing among the butterflies, ten miles away Lan Jiechen also smelled this faint fragrance.

His cheeks suddenly became cold, Lan Jiechen subconsciously reached out and touched it, and found that his palm was moist, and his eyes slipped from his palm.

"Tick!"

"Tick!"

“......”

smashed to the ground, shattered, an inexplicable sadness poured out, Lan Jiechen's eyes were red, tears filled his eyes, tears slipped uncontrollably from the corners of his eyes, strung into beads, and fell to the ground into brilliant sapphires.

"What's wrong with me?" Lan Jiechen asked himself repeatedly.

"Knock knock! knock knock......"

The heart was short, beating irregularly, the heart was so painful, the pain was heartbreaking, and it hurt so much that Lan Jiechen felt like he was about to suffocate.

"Poof!"

Lan Jiechen knelt on the ground with his feet, grabbed his heart with his left hand, and kept beating with his right hand.

"Ahhh......h

"It hurts!"

"It hurts!"

“......”

Weeping Blood, Ling Xuan, Hua Qiluo, and Xiaoyu were all silent at this moment.

Lan Juechen's strange appearance caused a commotion among the crows, who flew up and down, chirping and screaming as if they were negotiating with the ruler of the sea of flowers.

"Chirp!"

With a terrible crow cry, countless hell butterflies flew out of the sea of Manzhu Sawa flowers, the number was so large that it was impossible to count, only its head could be seen, but its tail could not be seen.

"Puff! Puff......"

The crows crow, the crows flickering their wings, the hellish butterflies flickering their wings, the sound is endless.

Suddenly, a gust of wind blew, setting off a wave of flowers, countless light blue pollen fluttered with the wind, and a rich and special floral fragrance permeated the whole world. (To be continued.) )