After resting in Xiaogushan Town for three or four days, Cheng Xuan's haggard body gradually recovered, his face was a little more ruddy, and even the leg injury was almost healed, so it was absolutely no problem to get out of bed and hurry. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

It's just that the death of Aunt Ayaluo had a great impact on Cheng Xuan, and for a while, Cheng Xuan was frowning and worried.

It's no wonder that Cheng Xuan was picked up and raised by Aunt Ayaluo from the back mountain of Yuzhu Peak in Shushan since she was a child, and the latter regarded Cheng Xuan as her own daughter, patiently taught, and taught her the Taoist experience, so it was difficult for Cheng Xuan to come out of the shadow of Aunt Ayaluo's death in a short period of time.

This is bitter Jiang Ling, he doesn't know much about Cheng Xuan's life experience, he only knows that Cheng Xuan is a disciple of Yuzhu Peak of the Shushan Immortal Sword Sect, worships Ayaluo Daogu as a teacher, and his Taoism is mediocre.

However, he saw with his own eyes that Aunt Ayaluo did not hesitate to sacrifice herself in order to serve Cheng Xuan, and ignited the inner pill to break the Five Ghost Imperial Soul Technique performed by the evil spirit Zhao Gao, this affection shocked him a lot, and he seemed to see the scene when the iron-blooded patriarch did not hesitate to open the dantian and take out the jade slip to sacrifice, touching the scene and feeling sympathy.

It stands to reason that since going down the mountain, after experiencing so many drastic changes, Jiang Ling's heart has become stronger and colder, and he can completely sit idly by, and even wish that those Taoist people would die.

However, people are not plants and trees, and they can be ruthless.

Similar scenes, similar things, can't help but arouse the deep-buried nostalgia in Jiang Ling's heart.

Although Jiang Ling hated the Immortal Sword Sect, the Desert Blue Wolf, the Eight Hundred Miles of Quicksand Valley and other Taoist people in his heart, especially Qi Hao, the Shushan spy who was suddenly killed, which made Jiang Ling not have much good impression of the Shushan Immortal Sword Sect in his heart, but he inexplicably had a good impression of Cheng Xuan, who also had a tragic fate.

The road is long but there is no direction, what is the purpose of cultivation, and what is it for?

Jiang Ling didn't know, he only knew that the world was over, and he was worried, or there was always a little unwillingness in his heart.

Thinking of all the marriages in his previous life, he had sworn to promise the three wishes of the Gu Hanxiang girl who was lovesick day and night in his heart, but until now, he has never completed one.

Regret, buried in the bottom of my heart, promise, three generations do not regret.

That love, that love, does not reduce with the transfer of time, does not forget with the destruction of the body, the deep love is invincible, love to the depths, the three will not forget.

Jiang Ling sat alone on the roof where he didn't know the name of the owner, holding a jar of spirits, drinking it bitterly, and roaring to the sky: "Good wine, good wine." ”

In the past, he would never be accompanied by wine, and lived for revenge.

Now, since the battle of Xingqi Pavilion, there is a big trouble in the Eastern Spiritual Domain of Chu State, the Desperate Pavilion is destroyed, Hongxue is dead, the enemies he is looking for are competing to die, and the revenge of the extermination is avenged, but his heart is empty, like floating dust, floating in the world, without roots and no source, where he comes from, and he doesn't know where he goes.

Where to go, even he didn't know.

Therefore, he fell in love with drinking, thinking that wine can forget his worries and relieve his sorrows, and temporarily relieve the hesitation and depression in his heart.

He took a sip of spirits, looked in the direction of Zhongdu City, and sighed lightly: "Tomorrow, I should go there!"

Jiang Ling touched his waist, touched the Demon Drinking Seven Demon Knife brought out of the Death Spirit Abyss Blood Pool Cave, and put it in the sunlight to speculate.

"What is the seventh evil thing that the bald patriarch hinted at?"

Jiang Ling remembered the Seven Evil Diagrams, and was told that there were seven evil things, but he could only find six of them, and for the last evil object, he still didn't have a clue if he wanted to break his head, and he didn't know what the bald patriarch wanted to show to future generations.

Suddenly, a trace of golden light was released from the Demon Drinking Seven Demon Knife in his hand, which was captured by Jiang Ling's eyes. He took the Demon Drinking Seven Demon Knife, took a closer look, didn't know if he didn't look at it, and only when he saw it did he know that there was a row of small characters engraved on the ravines of the handle.

When I looked closely, I found that it was a string of Buddhist texts.

Jiang Ling frowned slightly, looked at the Buddhist text, and felt that he had seen this similar Buddhist text somewhere, and it was very familiar. He took the Demon Drinking Seven Demon Knife and looked at it carefully, only to see the Buddhist text hidden in the hilt.

This peculiar phenomenon caused him to ponder: "This knife is very peculiar, it releases a burst of golden light in the sun, and after revealing a string of Buddhist texts, it actually hides the Buddhist texts. ”

He didn't dare to recite the text that fused the Colorful Poison Sutra and the Blood Skull Method mantra obtained from the Seven Demon Diagrams, because the old ghost of the Blood Pool had repeatedly explained that the Demon Drinking Seven Demon Knife could only be used once, and it was extremely powerful and had a counter-devouring effect, so it could not be used unless it was absolutely necessary.

"Where have you seen similar Buddhist texts?" Jiang Ling patted his head a few times, recalling the past.

Suddenly, his eyes flashed, and he clapped his hands and shouted: "Buddha Black Buddha Pattern Ding, yes, it is the Buddha text recorded on the ancient Buddha medicine tripod." ”

While snickering in joy, he remembered the record of the bald patriarch.

The books kept by the Blood Pond Cave recorded that the first cave master, the bald patriarch, was a monk who defected to the Western Heaven Buddha Domain, because he was dissatisfied with the orthodox Buddhist cultivation, he found another way, and was not tolerated by the Western Heaven Buddha Domain, so he simply fled from the West Heaven Buddha Domain.

Jiang Ling couldn't help but think that this bald patriarch had a certain connection with the only ancient Buddha in the Western Heaven Buddha Domain who had reached the quasi-immortal realm, at least there was something to figure out about cultivating Buddhism.

Thinking of the things about the Ancient Buddha of the Western Heavens, Jiang Ling's blood was surging, and he couldn't help but worship and yearn for this kind of peak powerhouse in the continent.

He also imagined that one day, like the Ancient Buddha of the Western Heavens, he would reach the quasi-immortal realm, and he could tear open the wormholes leading to other star fields, find Gu Hanxiang, and stay there for the rest of his life.

Jiang Ling jumped off the roof, rushed back to the inn, closed the door, wiped the mustard seed bracelet, took out the dark Buddha pattern tripod placed inside, and observed it carefully.

I saw a pitch-black medicine tripod in front of me, releasing a dark black light, and several strings of complex and difficult Buddhist texts were engraved on the tripod.

As for some of them, when he was in the capital of the Yue Kingdom in the Southern Spirit Domain, he copied it and asked the local monks, knowing that it was a record of the origin of the Dark Buddha Pattern Ding.

As for the Buddhist texts hidden in the deeper part, he didn't understand them, he only felt that there must be more important information recorded, otherwise the ancient Buddha would not have hidden that Buddhist text so deeply when he made the Dark Buddha Pattern Ding.

After looking at it with a fixed eye, except for finding that some of the words recorded by the ancient Buddha on the Dark Buddha Pattern Ding were the same as the words on the Seven Demon Drinking Blades, there was not much to gain.

He could conclude that the bald patriarch who was powerful and established the Blood Pool Cave back then might really have a lot to do with the Western Heaven Buddha Domain.

It's just that the Western Heaven Buddha Domain is located on the far sea of the West Spirit Domain of the Shangwu Continent, and it rarely has contact with the two continents. The spiritual cultivators on the mainland also knew that there were countless powerful Buddhists living in that area of the sea, and they did not dare to invade rashly, and occasionally, some adventurous spiritual cultivators broke into the world when they paraded around the world.

After the identification was completed, Jiang Ling stopped his gaze on the two gloomy relics placed inside the Dark Buddha Pattern Ding, and found that something was abnormal.

He remembered that when he first got the two relics, the golden relics flickered with golden light, and the fire relics flickered with firelight, which was very dazzling, making people feel terrible at a glance, but unexpectedly, after not checking them for several months, the two relics lost their luster and were dull.

"What's the matter? The light of the relics is gone?"

Jiang Linghu suspiciously glanced around the two relics, and then stretched out his hand and picked up the golden relics, wanting to find out. As soon as the golden relics left the Dark Buddha Pattern Ding, in an instant, the golden light flashed, and a powerful force almost rushed out.

Jiang Ling felt that the palm of his hand was hot, and in a hurry, he shook off the golden relics and threw them into the dark Buddha pattern ding. When the golden relics returned to the medicine tripod, the light suddenly disappeared and became dim.

"The Dark Buddha Pattern Ding suppressed the relic's energy?" Jiang Ling's eyes showed a look of surprise, and he looked at the dull golden relics in a daze.

He reached out again and picked up the fire relic, wanting to see if the fire relic also had such a mutation. Sure enough, as soon as the fire relics left the Dark Buddha Pattern Ding, the flames were shining brightly, extremely dazzling, and a hidden wild force was almost about to rush out.

Jiang Ling was shocked and decisively shook off the fire relics, avoiding being devoured and burned to ashes by the fire relics.

He remembered that when he obtained the golden relics from the Sword Ancestor Sword Wuji Enchantment in the Southern Spirit Domain Martial God Academy, and when he obtained the fire relics from the old monster Chu Annihilation in the underground palace of the Chu Kingdom in the Eastern Spirit Domain, he did not find that the two relics would have such terrifying power as today.

He hesitated for a moment, looked at the two relics in the Dark Buddha Pattern Ding, and did not expect that due to a moment of panic, the two relics stuck together.

"The relics are connected, and the vision arises. ”

Jiang Ling remembered that when he fought against the old monster Chu Annihilation in the underground palace of Chu Kingdom in the Eastern Spirit Domain, the two relics had also collided once. It was only a slight collision, not connected, and the terrifying force generated directly collapsed the incomparably solid cavern, killing and injuring countless people, and he pressed under the rubble for three whole years.

This time, the two relics were connected together because of his own momentary negligence, and he was so frightened that he hurriedly jumped away, ready to deal with the release of terrorist power at any time.

stared blankly for a quarter of an hour, but the Dark Buddha Pattern Ding did not have a trace of abnormality, and there was no terrifying destructive power that shook the heavens and the earth at the beginning.

"What's going on? No vision?"

Jiang Lingshi breathed a sigh of relief, but he didn't dare to completely relax his vigilance, looked at the dark Buddha Ding, and sighed lightly.

Just when he was about to approach and retract the dark Buddha pattern tripod, two lights, one golden and one firelight, came out of the tripod, reflecting a different color in the room.

The Dark Buddha Ding trembled violently and let out a roaring sound.

A cloud of black gas was released from the body of the Ding to envelop the two relics, extinguishing the golden light and firelight, and then, the Buddhist text hidden in the depths issued a string of Buddhist scriptures, holding up the two relics and carrying them into the air.

"Whoosh!"

With a sound, the two relics connected together burrowed into the Buddhist text and disappeared without a trace. The black qi in the ding gradually dimmed and returned to calm.

Jiang Ling's eyes were stunned, and he hurried over, only to see a string of Buddhist beads on his body.

There are nine Buddha beads, as big as a mature Bodhi seed, arranged around the central "swastika", two of which are faintly glowing, revealing an incomprehensible power.