The insect valley in southern Xinjiang is full of poisonous miasma, and poisonous insects crawl everywhere.

The entire worm valley was terrifyingly quiet, and even a coughing sound could be transmitted far, far away.

The green mio king in a green coat pinched a small white flower, and the stamen of the flower exuded a cyan halo.

"Found again." King Qingmio said with annoyance.

The next moment, King Qingmio's figure disappeared, leaving only the petals of a small white flower on the ground.

After a few breaths, the figure of the woman in purple flickered, appearing here like a ghost.

This figure is none other than the Shadow Lord of Twilight who has been chasing King Qingmio.

The Wizard of Dusk looked at the white flower petals in the mud, and he was also a little annoyed.

"I didn't find him able to escape before."

At dusk, the witch lord flicked his sleeve, and the white flower disappeared with the wind.

These days, the Dusk Witch Lord has been chasing and killing King Qingmi.

Both of them were strong thousands of years ago, and their cultivation today is not as strong as they were back then.

In the Valley of Worms, the Lord of the Dusk Witch has been in business for thousands of years.

Everything here is under her control, and if she can't kill King Qingmio for a while, it doesn't mean that King Qingmio can easily leave here.

The distant King of Green Mio gasped, and a cyan branch stretched out from behind him, pointing towards the depths of the poisonous miasma.

"Is it there? Hehe, it looks like this king is about to find that thing. ”

After King Mio infiltrated the Worm Valley, he did not contact the outside world. He has his own plans, and he only needs him alone.

If finding the Lingkui Emperor who has stepped into reincarnation is the ultimate goal, then a trip to the Worm Valley is the key to achieving the goal.

"Master, I'll be able to find you soon. You must wait for your subordinates. ”

King Mio's eyes flashed with unusually excited light.

He has been hiding for thousands of years in order to find his only master, Emperor Lingkui.

......

In front of the Hanging Temple, Yu Zhi looked at the black fog in the belly of the mountain in the distance, and patiently listened to Xuan Song's narration.

Thousands of years ago, the Lingkui clan invaded the human world, and under the secret technique of the Lingkui Emperor, the spatial passage between the Lingkui ancestral land and the human world was opened.

The King of Lingkui led the Lingkui clan and countless night ghosts to pour into the world and fight against the human race.

At that time, the world was prosperous in martial arts, and there were many strong people.

Traveling in the nine skies, traveling in the world, there are dozens of strong grandmasters, and there are even terrifying powerhouses in the thirteenth realm.

The avenue is thousands, reaching the pinnacle, entering the road, overlooking the world.

After losing a large area of territory in the human race, the strong man of the human race finally reacted, with the six masters of the human world as the leader, and based on the sects of the world, he began to protect the human world and protect the human race.

Blood stains the world, beacon fire spreads all over the mountains, from sunrise to sunset, corpses are everywhere.

The Terrans suffered heavy losses, and so did the Lingkui Race.

This battle has been fought for many years, and the human race has set up games again and again, ambushed again and again, and constantly pit and kill the night, and kill the spirit leader.

The enemy of the future is on the periphery of the Terran territory.

In the end, with the fall of the six lords of the world and the kings of Lingkui, this battle also came to a successful end.

"Amitabha." Xuan Song spoke, "The war is over, and the world will rebuild the mountains and rivers after the war. But in addition to shattering the rivers and mountains, such a devastating war also left a thorny trouble. ”

Yu Zhi pointed to the black mist in the belly of the mountain and asked, "Is it those dirty things?" ”

Xuan Song's face was still sad, and those wrinkles were twisted together.

"It's trickier than the dirty stuff." Xuan Song sighed and continued, "Hundreds of millions of living beings have died in the human world, blood-stained mountains and rivers, night ghosts, spirit leaders, and human races. ”

"Billions of living beings are dead, and the remaining souls have nowhere to go. Over time, the resentment in the world is deep, and the lonely souls and wild ghosts have condensed, becoming another disaster in the world. Among them, the resentment of the night ghost is particularly terrifying. ”

Yu Zhi asked suspiciously, "So, resentment... Do these illusory things really exist? ”

Xuan Song said: "Master Yu thinks there is reincarnation in the world? ”

Yu Zhi thought about it, and King Qingmio kept saying that Emperor Lingkui had stepped into reincarnation, so naturally there was such a thing.

"There should be."

Xuan Song continued: "If there is reincarnation, there is a soul. These huge resentments remain in the world, inheriting the murderous nature of the night ghosts, and causing disaster to the world. ”

"Therefore, one of the original six masters of the world, that is, the Fahai Zen Master of the Hanging Temple, suppressed the resentment of the world in the rebirth pool of the Hanging Temple with the great Buddhism, hoping that the Buddha's light and Sanskrit sound in the temple can purify this resentment that rushes to the sky."

Obviously, this did not go in the direction that Zen Master Fahai had hoped.

Yu Zhi asked again: "These resentments are related to Wuhua?" ”

"Amitabha." Xuan Song sighed pathetically. "After that great battle, countless strong men fell. Zen Master Fahai also ran out of oil after suppressing his grievances. In the year before the death of the Zen master, the suppressed night ghost resentment seems to have changed. ”

"There is a flower on the other side in the rebirth pool, which is the treasure in our temple, listening to Sanskrit music for countless years, and there is Buddha nature. For some reason, those resentments actually merged into the other side of the flower. ”

Seeing this, the Zen master sighed with emotion and said some vague words. After that, less than a year later, the Zen master passed away. And when the Zen master passed away, the golden light of the rebirth pond soared into the sky, and the flower on the other side actually gave birth to a living being. ”

Xuan Song sighed at the wonder of the world and the power of life.

Hearing this, Yu Zhi already understood. "This creature is a flowerless?"

Xuan Song looked at the black mist that gradually dissipated, stepped out, and walked with Yu Zhi in the sky.

"Yes, the flower on the other side fused with that infinite resentment and became a living being, that is, the beginning of the flowerless life." Xuan Song said.

"The Zen master left a legacy for future generations to take good care of him. Therefore, after thousands of years, the ancestors of the Hanging Temple will chant in the rebirth pond every day, and bathe the flowers on the other side of the pond with the light of the Buddha. Until, the millennium has passed, and the flower on the other side has turned into a baby and fell to the ground. ”

Yu Zhi was secretly surprised in his heart. It turns out that this is how Wuhua came about. He is a flower, and his name is also called Flowerless. This name is a crime!

Xuan Song continued: "The old man took him as a disciple and taught the Buddha's way. The absence of flowers has been washed by the thousand-year-old Buddha light Sanskrit sound, and it is transparent at one point, but at the age of three or four, the wisdom of the Buddha nature has been revealed. But the old man knew that the resentment in Wuhua's body still hadn't been eliminated. ”

With that, the two of them had come to the belly of the mountain.

After this, Yu Zhi already knew about it.

The Ghost Hunting Pavilion chased and killed Wuhua precisely because of the night ghost resentment on Wuhua's body.

And Wuhua does not have a Buddhist killing technique, most of them are defensive secret martial arts, which must also be intentional by Xuan Song.

As the two walked into a big lake, Wuhua sitting in the middle of the lake appeared in front of them.

The blue water in the middle of the large lake exudes an eerie atmosphere.

The surface of the lake ripples, and there seems to be something underneath the water that is about to break through the water and rush out of the lake.

And a flash of golden light brought calm back to the fluctuating lake.

Yu Zhi looked around, and countless Buddha statues and scriptures were engraved on the surrounding stone walls, flashing golden streamers from time to time.

There are also statues of Buddha on the ground around the lake, and the Buddha's eyes are looking directly at this large Buddha.

This made Yu Zhi can't help but think, isn't the largest Buddha statue in the Hanging Temple facing here?

Wuhua folded his hands and sat in the lake with a painful expression, and the Buddha seal of the word "swastika" on his forehead flickered and disappeared.

Above its head, a pale light fell, shining on the flowerless.

"Little monk!" Yu Zhi called softly.

No flowers are unmoved.

This is Li Haomiao walking out from the side, his breath floating, obviously he has spent a lot of effort just now.

"Stop shouting, he can't hear anything now."

Yu Zhi asked with concern, "Uncle, how is the little monk?" ”

Li Haomiao also sighed and said, "He closed his five senses and six senses to prevent the evil thoughts in his heart from overflowing his body. To be honest, if he hadn't automatically closed off his perception, it would have taken a lot more effort to suppress that thing in the lake. ”

"What's in the lake?" Yu Zhi wondered.

I only heard Xuan Song explain: "This big lake is the spatial passage between the Lingkui ancestral land and the human world. At the beginning, Zen Master Fahai blocked this spatial passage. As the years passed, the power of the ban became weaker and weaker. The spirit behind the spatial passage is afraid that it will be able to pour into the world again. ”

There are not many passages to the world in the ancestral land of Lingkui, and there is one under the Lonely Sky Tower, and there is another place in the Hanging Temple...... There is also the spatial passage of the 10,000-mile ice field that Yu Zhi has experienced.

Nanzhou Mansion has the Lonely Sky Tower to suppress, and the Hanging Temple has countless Buddha light bans.

It's just that as the millennium period passes, the power of the ban everywhere begins to gradually dissipate.

Nothing can stand the power of time.

Yu Zhi looked curiously towards the lake.

Suddenly, the blue water of the lake suddenly rose up, turning into the shape of an arm, and wanted to drag Yu Zhi into the lake.

"Be careful!"

The sword flashed and sliced through the lake.

Yu was afraid, only to hear the big lake tremble, and the lake water was suspended and gathered into a hideous grimace.

Mysterious lines, long flying hair, protruding eyes...... Even more terrifying than the night ghosts.

"Truly, old bald donkey. In a short time, our clan will be killed in the world, and we will slaughter your Hanging Temple first! ”

Xuan Song opened his mouth and said: "If there is a day, I will be robbed in the Hanging Temple." ”

The ban under the Great Lake is getting weaker and weaker, and the power of the Lingkui people has been able to seep through the spatial passage and reveal the world.

This dark blue grimace is proof of this.

The dark blue grimace overlooked the flowerless in the lake, and said with a smile: "I never thought that you would raise such a night ghost for my clan." When the time comes, let him unscrew your head. ”

Wuhua's body exudes a strong aura of night ghosts, which naturally makes the Lingkui people think that this is one of the night ghosts.

Yu Zhi stared at the dark blue grimace and said, "The little monk is not a night ghost. ”

"Hehe, he's not a night ghost, what is it? Terran? Hahaha, his body is clearly the breath of a night ghost. Blue grimaced and sneered.

As he spoke, the water in the lake turned into a huge whirlpool, and the water seemed to boil, slowly wrapping the flowerless body.

"I'll let you see if he's a night ghost!"

Seeing this, Li Haomiao said in a deep voice: "He wants to trigger the night ghost aura and control Wuhua." ”

Xuan Song immediately said: "He wants to use Wuhua to break the seal." ”

The mind of the dark blue grimace was immediately seen through by Xuan Song. The two have been dealing with each other for more than ten years, and the other party doesn't want to break the seal all the time, how can they let go of such an opportunity?

The blue grimace laughed wildly, "You know what? If you have the ability, you will kill this little monk! ”

Kill no flowers... Xuan Song's expression was compassionate, this was the most unacceptable choice for him.

But if you don't kill Wuhua, how can you stop the other party.

The two Grandmaster powerhouses could stop Wuhua's riot, but they couldn't stop Wuhua's instantaneous outburst.

That moment of power can pass through the tearing seal.

Yu Zhi sneered: "You're really fucking looking for death!" ”

The next moment, a golden flame appeared in Yu Zhi's hand.

An angry voice came.

"In front of this gentleman, Hugh is presumptuous!"