Send the Buddha to the West.

It's just that the Buddha is probably in the west.

When Chen He and Zhuang Baiyi drove the Tianyan car and finally approached the foot of such a high mountain, the young man finally saw Nandequ, who was walking alone on such a stone road with a sword on his back in the wind and snow.

At this point, Chen He could clearly see the extremely cumbersome Buddhist techniques that rose from under the snow on the stone road, wrapped around Nandequ's feet like shackles, locking the man who had ignited the sword light there.

It is no wonder that Zhuang Baiyi said at that time that once he ignited the Shenhai and turned into sword light, he would be trapped here in a dilemma.

It's just that before Chen He could stand up on the Tianyan car and wave his hand to Nan Dequ to say hello, the black-robed sword cultivator on the side chuckled, the sword that might be named Ruyuan, before Chen He had time to react, suddenly came out of its sheath, turned into a black arc light, and slashed at the sword cultivator in the sky of the divine sea.

The moment he raised his head, the thirty-six-year-old sword cultivator had already grasped his sword, but that kind of sword was too sudden and too fast, no matter how much Nan Dequ realized it, it was too late after all.

The sword of Ruyuan broke through the wind and snow, and suddenly appeared in front of Nande Qu.

It's just that the next moment, a pair of ears suddenly flew out of Nandequ's arms, like a butterfly frozen very stiff in the snowstorm.

There were many Buddhist sounds on the stone path, but they were quickly slashed away by the sword.

Even the pair of ears from the white-clothed monk were also in a sword, slashing away, falling into the distance of the wind and snow, and I don't know where to go.

It's just that the sharp sword when it came like that, after cutting off such a pair of ears, but the momentum also declined, and Nandequ hurriedly turned sideways and passed by the sword.

The sword with a dark body crossed this sword cultivation and landed on those wind-and-snow stone paths not far away, nailed it crookedly.

Nan Dequ looked back at the trembling sword nailed to the stone path, and then looked at the far away of the stone road, where the black-robed sword cultivator who had already stepped down from Chen He's Tianyan car and was quietly walking towards this place.

This sword cultivator, who came all the way from Nanyi City and stayed in the wind and snow for a long time, was silent for a long time, and then said softly: "Senior Brother Zhuang. ”

Zhuang Baiyi walked calmly in the wind and snow, raising his hand and pointing in the direction of the sword, as if he wanted to call the sword back, but when he arrived here, those Buddhist supernatural powers were indeed extremely strong.

The sword only trembled behind Nande Qu, and it didn't fall into the hands of this black-robed sword cultivator.

Zhuang Baiyi didn't care, lowered his hand, hung down under the black robe, and said lightly: "I thought you wouldn't call such a senior brother....."

Chen He couldn't hear the conversation between the two in the wind and snow, and wanted to start the Tianyan car to continue forward, but found that the sword cultivator had stopped the sword fire that boiled water for the Tianyan machine, Chen He sighed, and had to jump out of the car, stepped on those extremely deep snow, and pushed the wheelchair forward like a plow.

With the disappearance of the sword fire, the wheels of Tianyan's car had a tendency to freeze again, and it took Chen He a long time to finally push the car down to the two of them.

It's just that these two senior brothers didn't say anything more.

Nande Qu stood silently in the wind and snow. And Zhuang Baiyi calmly passed shoulders with this junior brother, and held the sword behind Nan Dequ, and his sword intent flowed, so that he pulled out such a sword.

The stone path was filled with the sound of swords.

Chen He was a little worried that Zhuang Baiyi would do it again, but probably this kind of thing didn't happen, and that kind of sword cultivator just calmly wiped the slush on the sword, and then sent it into the sheath, and walked forward without looking back.

Only then did Chen He finally see the appearance of the end of such a stone road.

There is an ancient silent temple gate covered in deep snow, and the original color of the buildings in the land of wind and snow is probably no longer a matter of importance - everything is of course an extremely empty white, perhaps mixed with some silent black.

Chen He looked at it with some surprise for a while, turned his head to look at Nan Dequ, who was silent on the side, and asked, "That is the mountain gate of Ami Temple?" ”

Nan Dequ took a deep breath, glanced in the direction where the pair of ears were flying, turned his head, and stood there with Chen He looking at the direction where the black-robed sword cultivator had gone.

"Maybe."

This sword cultivator added another sentence.

"But we can't get in."

Chen He remembered what Zhuang Baiyi said when he appeared earlier.

The ancient Buddha road is full of Buddhist magic powers, whether it is sword light or Dao rhyme, it will be suppressed to a certain extent, so he walked an inch in front of the mountain gate, and his vitality was exhausted, and he couldn't advance or retreat.

If you don't ignite the Divine Sea, you won't be able to pass through the blockade magic powers on those wind-and-snow ancient roads, and if you ignite the Divine Sea, you won't have the strength to push the door.

It's just that sometimes the dilemma in the world is just confined to the current cognition.

This is the reason why such a sword cultivator is very sincere to Chen He to borrow Tianyan Che.

Chen He stood there very curiously, looking at the black-robed sword cultivator in the snow, perhaps indeed curious about how he would open such a dusty door.

It's just that when Zhuang Baiyi, who came all the way in Tianyan's car, walked closer and closer to such a mountain gate in the wind and snow with a sword, and countless heaven and earth vitality and sword intent gradually emerged on his body, the answer seemed to be obvious.

Knocking on the door with a sword, of course.

It's just that as those sword intents began to circulate around the black-robed sword cultivation body, the wind and snow in all directions of this world also came, with an extremely dull and depressing aura, falling on such a windy and snowy ancient road.

The sword intent around Zhuang Baiyi's body was gradually fading.

It's just that.

It's just that such a sword cultivator is too close to such a mountain gate.

The wind and snow on the stone lamp outside the mountain gate were gradually cut open by the cross-current sword intent, revealing the vicissitudes of the wind and snow underneath, and it seemed that the light of the Buddha lamp was faintly lit in it, swaying in the wind and snow.

This reminded Chen He of the oil lamps that he remembered hanging on the front of the car before, but he didn't know when, and he was blown away by the wind and didn't know where they fell.

This young man, who should have been idle clouds and wild cranes, looked at such a black-robed sword cultivator who confronted the mountain gate, but fell into deep thought.

"Should we stop him?"

Nan Dequ stood in the wind and snow and coughed softly - such a sword cultivator who ignited the Divine Sea shuttled over, after the Divine Sea was empty, he was blown a little cold by the wind and snow.

He coughed while looking at the Sword Sect Demon Cultivator who was unmoved by the thousands of wind and snow Buddha sounds, and said softly: "If I could stop it, I would have drawn my sword earlier." ”

This sword cultivator is empty, and in the face of a great demon sword cultivator who has recovered, he is naturally powerless to fight back.

"I just want ....."

Nandequ looked again in the direction where the pair of ears had been cut off.

"The master can hear the wind here....."

Chen He said with a strange expression: "Even his ears have been cut off, what did he hear?" ”

Even Chen He could see the meaning of Zhuang Baiyi's sword.

After all, the scars on the eyebrows of the black-robed sword were very sincere.

He probably won't be able to beat the big monk, but it's no problem to win a pair of ears.

Nan Dequ fell silent, looked at Chen He and said, "Why don't you come?" ”

Chen He's expression became more and more strange, he looked at Nan Dequ and said, "Senior brother is joking?" How can I come, make a big cart of sizzling tofu on the spot, and give him death? ”

Nan Dequ was probably joking, listening to Chen He's words, he just smiled bitterly, and then slowly walked towards the mountain gate with his sword on his back against the wind and snow - the Buddha sound in the wind and snow is very vast, but for a sword cultivation in the sky of the sea of gods, there is probably not too much restraint, although Nan Dequ walks very slowly, but probably will not bear the pressure of all kinds of wind and snow like that sword intent, like a long night of raising fire.

Chen He raised his eyebrows and looked at this sword cultivator in the sky of the sea of gods, although he was saying that he couldn't stop it, but Nan Dequ still sincerely raised his hand and held the hilt of the sword behind him - this is probably the sword in his hand, the biggest benefit.

Even if your divine sea is empty, even if your sword intent is weak, you can still hold that kind of sword seriously.

Nan Dequ didn't ask Chen He why he sent such a sword cultivator here, but just maintained such a posture of holding the sword and could pull it out at any time and walked towards the end of the Wind and Snow Ancient Road.

"Senior brother."

This thirty-six-year-old has tried many times in the Luming wind and snow, but he has not been able to really break through the realm, as for the sword cultivation of the three-fold Daocheng realm, he is very serious and calls such a black-robed sword cultivator.

Zhuang Baiyi didn't seem to have heard of it, but he was dressed in a black robe, carrying a sword, with inexhaustible sword intent, confronting those wind and snow Buddha sounds, and in the countless pictures of sword intent and Buddhism intersecting and diffuse, he walked towards the mountain gate step by step.

Nan Dequ didn't continue to scream, but just held his sword and followed the footsteps of such a sword sect senior brother who had never met step by step in the wind and snow.

Chen He stood there very melancholy, looking at his tattered Tianyan car, but he was a little hesitant whether he should continue to walk forward.

After hesitating for a long time, Chen He still honestly shrank on the Tianyan car.

After all, it looks like there is going to be a fight, so it's better to stay away.

Chen He pushed the Tianyan cart back again, and then picked up some rabbit fur and put it on his head, revealing only a pair of eyes, where he squinted at the stories at the end of the ancient road of wind and snow.

After more than a thousand years of heavy snow, the stone lamps in front of the mountain gate, which seemed to be extremely heavy, seemed to be lit up, shaking like some oil lamps in the wind and snow.

There were countless vast Buddhist voices on those wind-and-snow stone paths, and countless scriptures were coming from under the snow, turning into an extremely powerful forbidden meaning, trying to stop such a sword in front of the mountain gate.

Perhaps it is true that the pressure of the entire wind and snow world has fallen on the sword cultivator who raised fire in the dark night - in the blurred snow, such a sword cultivator's posture has changed from lifting a sword to dragging a sword, like the sword of the abyss dragging in the wind and snow, colliding with the scripture stone path under the snow, as if it was an extremely rapid sword out countless times.

The wind and snow are howling.

Behind Zhuang Baiyi, Nan Dequ walked very slowly and peacefully, and the distance between the two was only dozens of zhang, but it seemed to be separated by a distant world.

Zhuang Baiyi suddenly stopped, turned his head, and there was an extremely indifferent emotion in the pupils of the angular face that was also beaten by the monk and had a blue nose and swollen face.

"Going forward, even if you didn't enter the Great Dao, I would have to kill you, junior brother."

When Nan Dequ heard this, he raised his eyebrows, and the hand that had been raised behind him held the sword more firmly.

"It seems that Senior Brother is indeed under a lot of pressure."

When Ming Mayfly was waiting for Cong Blade in the Youhuang Mountain Range, such a sword cultivator, even if he was inserted by a sword as if he was rejecting a horse, he didn't even look at him.

Probably that Nanchu Spirit Witch, it was indeed difficult for such a sword cultivator to have any pressure.

It's just that later, at the moment before the battle between Cong Blade and Kamigawa in the East China Sea, a certain person who ran to watch the show with great interest was slashed before they met, and ran back to Guyu in embarrassment.

Le Chaotian was certainly beheaded very faceless, but why wasn't it because of this Taoist who watched the mountains and seas into the thirteen stacks, which really made Cong Jian feel some pressure?

The story before the Fengxue Ancient Temple may still be the same.

As Nande Qu's words fell, the meaning in Zhuang Baiyi's eyes became a little colder.

The sword cultivator who hides the expected light of wanting to drive Chen He's Tianyan car, and the sword cultivator who has an extremely cold light in his eyes now, of course, can also be the same person.

It's just that it is probably more cold than Zhuang Baiyi's expression, and it is the kind of snow-colored pale meaning that gradually emerges on such a sword cultivator's face.

Chen He nested in Tianyan's car, hiding under a pile of rabbit fur, but suddenly understood why Nan Dequ had not stopped this black-robed sword cultivator before, but when he was heading towards the mountain gate, he held his sword and followed.

Naturally, Nan Dequ had also been to the vicinity of the mountain gate, and he knew very well what kind of pressure he would face there.

So he tightened his grip on the sword he was carrying behind him, and followed unhurriedly through the snowstorm.

It's just that Chen He is probably also very curious, your divine sea is lit, just holding a sword, so what's the use?

Can you still suddenly jump up, and say that I am actually an undercover agent of the Qingtian Dao Sect lurking in the human world?

The thirty-six-year-old sword cultivator just walked forward calmly.

Zhuang Baiyi didn't know why, but he subconsciously glanced at Chen He who was nesting under the fur of those rabbits.

Chen He looked strange.

What do you see?

Of course, Zhuang Baiyi didn't look at anything, glanced at it, and then calmly withdrew his gaze.

It's just that before such a sword cultivator turned around in the wind and snow, in this extremely whistling and messy wind and snow, there was a very subtle and slight sound.

Chen He looked at Nan Dequ in surprise who had been holding a backhand sword.

That kind of voice came from the body of such a sword cultivator.

Even Zhuang Baiyi also re-watched the Nande song.

The sound was subtle, but it was also very clear.

This made Chen He subconsciously think of a blister, a blister that appeared out of thin air and suddenly burst. Or maybe in a clear stream flowing gently at the bottom of a mountain, a dragonfly suddenly kissed the surface of the water from nowhere.

This sword cultivation circumference that was originally empty of the Divine Sea suddenly had some sword intent like a resurrection, rolling many wind and snow whirlpools.

Zhuang Baiyi raised his eyebrows.

In the midst of the wind and snow, the thirty-six-year-old Nine Realms Sword Cultivator pulled out his sword.

The sword shines brightly.

"I know I can't do it...."

Nan Dequ looked at the black-robed sword cultivator in the wind and snow with a resolute and calm expression.

"This is probably the romance of sword cultivation, senior brother."

A sword slammed away.

......

The big monk in thin white clothes was still sitting there upright, sitting on the opposite cliff with a clear mayfly - this Nanchu Lingwu was indeed seriously injured at the beginning, and he has been suppressed by the Dharma of this white-clothed monk here, and he has been alienated from the power of the Styx River in the world for a long time, and the injury is naturally irrecoverable day by day.

The mayfly sat there with his eyes blankly leaning against the cliff rock, perhaps thinking that he was clearly far away from the River Styx, why did he feel so close?

He thought that perhaps in a trance, he had seen such a small boat that looked like a black boot coming from the river Styx.

Coming slowly in such a sea of wind and snow.

Although Ming Mayfly had already thought that there would be such an end when he chose to face this snowstorm with Zhuang Baiyi and Lu Ming.

It's just that when he really seemed to see such a small black boat, his heart was still infinitely sad.

Even if the people of the Huangliang Witch and Ghost Dao are close to the gods and ghosts, and close to the River Styx, it does not mean that they yearn to go to such a great river.

Of course, the mayfly is also a human being.

Witch and ghost Daoists are often pious and fanatical, but they don't have the same fierce determination as sword cultivation, and they are not as indifferent as Taoists who regard life and death very indifferently.

Nor do they regard rebirth as blissful like those Buddhists.

But of course, everything is your choice.

The mayfly thought quietly.

The wind and snow seem to be getting heavier and heavier.

Ming mayfly was suddenly awakened by the astonishing voice of such a white-clothed monk, and this Nanchu Lingwu, whose bones were broken, looked at such a monk who was facing the cliff with great difficulty.

The monk was very funny, covering his ears suspiciously like a child who lit a firecracker and turned around and ran away on a winter New Year's eve – even though he didn't have ears.

Ming Mayfly looked at the monk very weakly, and asked softly, "What is the master doing?" ”

The great monk covered his ears and thought for a long time, and then said seriously: "My ear hurts. ”

If someone hits someone in the ear, of course it hurts.

This is probably a story of clear cause and effect.