Seven days later, the mighty army came to the front of the Qingtian Pass, and the figures on the city pass also came into sight.

It was a stone-like figure, all in a gray color, and the unknown means completely froze their time at a certain moment, making them lose their life with expressions of horror and fear in an instant.

Qingtian Pass has become a lifeless place of death.

Emperor Tianxuan and Ming Buzhi flew up the city wall of Qingtian Pass, and looked at this stone statue up close, both of them had solemn faces.

"The flesh and blood, essence, and spirit of the whole body have been assimilated by some extreme power, and they are no longer flesh and blood, but another thing like ice crystals."

Ming Bu poured Gang Qi into a stone statue, and after investigation, he clenched the shoulder of the stone statue with a palm of his hand.

Shimmering crystal dust leaked out of the gaps in the five fingers, the cold texture representing a very different essence from flesh and blood.

Emperor Tianxuan's palm flipped over, and the qi of the five elements turned into light, enveloping the crystal dust, and the five-colored divine light washed away, and a trace of faint and deep black qi slowly overflowed from the inside.

"It's yin." He continued to urge Gang Qi and said.

A trace of yin qi was refined out, slowly converging, and vaguely, it seemed to be about to transform into a certain form.

"Ahh

！ ”

A terrible wail suddenly echoed in my ears, and my eyes darkened, as if something was flashing back.

The cold and desolate breath swept through the body, and a humanoid silhouette like an abyss was shrouded in black and red flames, and the palm of his hand seemed to grasp something, and he roared into his hand.

An indescribable chaotic liquid poured out of his mouth and rushed into the palm of his hand, and faintly, there was a constant wail.

"Peng!"

Emperor Tianxuan and Ming Bu burst out at the same time, and the Qi of Life and Death and the Qi of the Five Elements collided with each other in a short distance, and the sound of the shock sounded, and the Qi wave of Qi shattered the condensed Yin Qi, allowing them to break free from that nightmarish scene.

"It's ······"

Emperor Tianxuan was surprised and indefinite, and the eyes of the two invariably appeared with a surging heart.

"This is the place where the demon people are defeated."

A voice suddenly interjected into the conversation between the two and answered their questions, "These Dali soldiers have all been assimilated into their bodies and souls by the extreme Taiyin Qi, and their memories are also frozen in that moment. When you crush their bodies, you release their memories. ”

The sound of steady footsteps drew nearer, and someone climbed the stairs of the city wall and came closer.

"Amitabha."

A monk, dressed in a simple gray monk's robe, with a slightly dark face with traces of wind and frost and years, entered the sight of the two, and saluted them with a palm, "Poor monk Xuanzang, I have seen two donors." ”

Xuanzang?

Emperor Tianxuan and Ming Buji were not shallow people, and when they heard this name, they immediately thought of a big man from a long time ago. And the second round of the great sun that rose from the north a few days ago also proved that this patriarch of Buddhism has been born again.

For a while, Emperor Tianxuan and Ming Buzhi were both subconsciously secretly lucky.

There's no way, who called one of them a usurper emperor who colluded with the Demon Dao, and the other was a giant of the Demon Dao.

The most important thing is that the last Sanzang Master of Buddhism, the Kutian Venerable, died at the hands of the Demon Lord.

This wave is a narrow road.

"It turned out to be the holy monk Xuanzang," when Emperor Tianxuan was vigilant in his heart, his face was silent, but he showed admiration, and asked according to the monk's words, "Thank you Holy Monk for solving your doubts, but I don't know where the Holy Monk came from?" ”

"Amitabha," the monk said again, "this trip is nothing else, just to persuade the donor to stop." ”

The surging brilliance spread out from his feet like mercury, flowed on the city wall, and dripped onto the ground, and when he touched the stone statue-like figures, it immediately made a scorching sound like fire, causing a surging black gas to rise on the surface of the stone statue.

"Ahhhhh

Wailing, cursing, weeping, murmuring, countless voices mingled together and turned into muddy waves, scattered and echoed throughout the city. Scenes evolved in the black air, including the desolate moon land, the blazing black and red flames, and the afterimage of a cicada turning into a human body······

"As you can see, that person defeated the Demon Daoist here, and seized the Demon Daoist's body and Star Palace."

Master Xuanzang clasped his hands together, lowered his eyes, and said: "In this battle, he embezzled the flower of Taiyin and defeated the demon Daoist with an overwhelming advantage, and that majestic yin qi fixed Qingtian Pass at that moment. After this battle, he entered the grassland, practiced demons and crossed the common people, and got the understanding of the monks of the past generations in the Buddha's consciousness, and his realm has reached an unfathomable situation. ”

"The poor monk is here to persuade the donor not to embark on a dead end."

There was a surge of compassion in the words, and the warm breath infected Emperor Tianxuan and Ming Buzhi, these two deep-minded heroes and overlords actually had a subconscious impulse, and the idea of stopping was born in their hearts.

This Master Xuanzang is also the same as Shen Yi, his mental cultivation has reached the realm of moisturizing things silently, like a spring breeze and rain, unconsciously penetrating into the hearts of Emperor Tianxuan and Ming, dyeing their hearts.

That is to say, these two people are deep-minded people, if they were ordinary people, they would have been turned into compassion in the monk's heart at this moment, and the idea of getting out of the customs would be completely stopped.

"Humph!"

A cold snort blasted away the warm breath like thunder, and the space rippled slightly, and the heroic figure walked out of it, spreading the compassion of the monk with a domineering aura.

"You say, Yu is on the road to death?"

The Demon Monarch is like a Dinghai God Needle, standing behind Emperor Tianxuan and Ming Buji, where his body is, he is the only one, and no external force can enter, completely discharging the silent thoughts of moisturizing things.

"That's right," the monk said with his eyes still lowered, "although the strength of the donor is also superior, it is still half a step worse than that one. The poor monk came here to persuade the donor not to move forward. ”

"Joke, you are a Buddhist bald donkey, and you want to persuade Yu this Buddha enemy not to set foot on the road to death." When the Demon Lord heard this, he sneered.

He knew that the monk was persuading Emperor Tianxuan and Ming Buzhi on the surface, but he was actually persuading himself.

From the beginning to the end, the monks only said "donor", and only one person was persuaded.

That's the Demon Lord.

It is precisely because of this that the Demon Lord will sneer and feel sarcasm.

"Buddha enemy?"

Hearing this term, the monk finally slowly raised his eyelids, and the brilliance of the sun flowed in the eyes, "Contrary to the sky, don't exalt yourself too much, your supernatural powers are not as good as the Buddha's fingers, what qualifications do you have to call yourself the enemy of the Buddha?" ”