Looking at Shu Yin, the dark and dark night is cloudy.

In the first half of the night, the killing temple was still a killing sound.

In the second half of the night, the Killing Temple was silent.

The two leaders have always been unfavorable, but unfortunately this time they finally missed the road.

They broke through the barrier of the Killing Temple, but they didn't want to release the mirage laid by the difficult monks.

The original form of the difficult monk is the ancient beast 'mirage'.

The innate supernatural power of the mirage is the mirage.

The ancients said: Sunny open ten thousand well trees, sad to see the smoke of Wuling.

It's a mirage.

The mirage has its shape and is varied.

After the demon clan inhaled the mirage, his consciousness was pulled into the illusion.

It's like entering a separate space.

There is no way to break free.

The difficult monk standing on the high place, looking at these fallen demon clans, couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief, and muttered to himself: "It's good to sleep, it's good to sleep." ”

He himself is from the demon clan, and he once wanted to revive the glory of the demon clan.

Naturally, he was reluctant to kill the demon clan.

Generally speaking, monks follow the precepts, so they have precept scars on their bodies.

The monks of the Killing Temple abstain from slacking off the disaster of slackness when shaving.

Therefore, there is a ring scar on the body.

However, the monk is different, he has two on his head.

The extra one is the 'Killing Ring'.

Once upon a time, he was still a sharp monster, with no legal name, only one name, called 'Mirage King'.

The default new king of the demon clan.

Although it is only a false name, he is very useful.

At that time, all he wanted was to unify the demon clan and revitalize the demon clan.

After the demon clan was divided into three points, there was a consensus: whoever can break through the killing forest and rescue the remnants of the demon clan can become the new emperor of the demon clan.

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So the mirage came to southern Xinjiang.

Perhaps it is the sensitivity peculiar to the ancient bloodline.

The moment he stepped into southern Xinjiang, he suddenly had an inexplicable feeling in his heart.

This may be the place to be.

As it turned out, he felt good.

Soon after coming to southern Xinjiang, he met a monk.

To this day, he still remembers that day vividly.

The breeze is not dry, and the sun is just right.

Unlike ordinary demon clans, the Mirage King, who was proficient in illusion and enchantment, directly entered the Killing Forest without alarming anyone.

The killing forest changes one mile at a time, and the further you go to the middle, the more powerful the demon clan becomes.

The Mirage can clearly perceive the hidden qi in the middle area.

So he couldn't wait to explore.

No one expected that he was blocked by a monk.

"You have a relationship with a monk."

The monk's first words made the mirage king believe that he had met the Jianghu Divine Stick.

But why is this magic stick in the depths of the Killing Forest?

He didn't want to pay attention to it, and naturally let out a mirage.

Don't look at it, just a little mirage is enough to make the monks of the exterior realm indulge in a phantom dream and not wake up for three days.

Seeing that the monk slowly closed his eyes and indulged in them, the mirage king was about to continue to move forward.

Unexpectedly, before he took a step, a surging voice sounded behind him: "Not bad, not bad." ”

"This illusion is natural, and it really can't be compared to ordinary illusions."

The Mirage King was shocked, since his debut, no one had ever been able to break free of his mirage illusion so quickly.

"You have a relationship with a monk."

The monk repeated it again.

Looking at the smile on the other party's face, the mirage's heart tightened for no reason.

At this time, a Buddha name came to his ears: "Amitabha." ”

The voice was muffled at first, then faded away.

The Mirage's eyes widened, and his consciousness became infinitely chaotic.

It was the first time in his life that he had been subjected to illusion.

As a heaven and earth alien, he had thought that his bloodline would be immune to all illusions.

It turns out that there are really no absolutes in the world.

He entered the illusion, a perfect illusion.

It's more perfect than all the illusions you've built.

By the time he woke up again, he didn't know how much time had passed.

The mirage looked around, it was a deep cave, and he was lying in the deepest part of the cave, next to the meditating monk.

"Where is this?"

In the silence of the cave, the sound was unusually clear.

"Wukong Cave."

"Wukong Cave?"

The mirage looked at the monk with doubts in his eyes.

He didn't understand why the other party had brought him here.

As if to answer the question in his heart, the monk chuckled and said, "You have a relationship with the monk." ”

This is the third time the Mirage has heard this.

Although it was the third time, I still disdained it in my heart.

I am a demon clan, how can I have a fate with Buddhism, even if I have a fate, it is also a bad fate.

However, the mirage did not intend to say it blatantly, because he understood that the monk in front of him was unfathomable.

In an instant, you can bring yourself to a dream.

If the other party wants to kill himself, he can do it without much effort.

"That dream ......"

Finally, the mirage couldn't help but ask the doubts in his heart.

The dream was so shocking.

"That's not a dream." The monk's tone did not change in the slightest from beginning to end.

"That's the real past."

Hearing this, the mirage's child hole shrank.

The dream came back to my mind again.

Heaven and earth are lonely, and there is a vast sea of blood.

A human figure, with supreme mana, turned the sea of blood into infinite creatures.

"Bloodshed?" The Mirage was still shocked.

"Yes." The monk's answer was still crisp.

"That dream is from the "Styx Incarnation Record", which is the way of the Styx Ancestor who realized 'killing sentient beings' after he realized 'killing sentient beings'."

"Killing sentient beings? Transform sentient beings? ”

The Mirage knew that there were two inheritances of the Southern Xinjiang Killing Temple, one was the Jizo Buddha and the other was the Styx Ancestor.

"Killing is nature, and transformation is understanding."

"Enlightenment from killing is in line with Buddha nature."

Hearing this, the Mirage King frowned: "What does this have to do with me? ”

The monk smiled: "All living beings are related. ”

"Do you know where the Styx Ancestor came from to realize the path of 'incarnation'?"

The mirage shook his head, and the monk spit out four words: "Ancestor of Ten Thousand Demons." ”

"Nuwa Niangniang!" Mirage's eyes widened in disbelief.

Nuwa is a clan of demons and is in charge of the power of heaven and earth.

Since ancient times, it has been revered as the most holy by the demon clan.

"Amitabha, the children can be taught."

"The ancestor of the Styx, Emperor Guanwa, created people from the soil, so he comprehended the way of the transformation of the sea of blood."

When the mirage heard this, his heart could not be calm for a long time.

Thinking of the scene in the dream where the sea of blood turned into 100,000 sentient beings, I didn't realize that I was already convinced.

At this moment, I admire the ancient Wa Emperor of the demon clan even more.

If he can reproduce Emperor Wa's strength, he can also revive the demon clan.

"You want to learn?" The monk seemed to see through his mind again.

When the mirage heard this, he couldn't help but feel irritated in his heart: "Great monk, don't you want to be happy with me." ”

"Those ancient gods, only we envy them."

As soon as these words came out, the monk shook his head and smiled.

"The first people of the Heavenly Dao just escaped a catastrophe."

The mirage frowned, a little unsure of what the monk was saying.

But I heard the monk continue: "Donor, you might as well look at that stone tablet, maybe you will understand." ”

"The stele?"

The mirage looked in the direction pointed by the monk, and sure enough, there was half a stone stele.