Song Ciwan's heart was shocked, and there were actually "people" leaning behind her silently!

At this moment, Song Ciwan subconsciously made two moves, one was to speed up the escape technique, and the other was to immediately mobilize the power of the divine soul and exert his vision.

Ming vision can make her not have to look back, and she can naturally sense the various qi states within a hundred feet of her body.

However, the terrifying thing is that whether it is the acceleration of the escape technique or the exertion of the vision, it actually fails at this moment!

It was as if she was trapped in an invisible quagmire, and the viscous air seemed to become a huge tank, and heavy pressure was squeezing against her from all sides.

Mingshi was suppressed at about a foot in his body, so that Song Ciwan could only vaguely sense that there seemed to be a woman's phantom behind him, with a high upright dress, a white face and black lips, a delicate body, and a sad look in his eyes...... As if she had no bones, she lay on Song Ciwan's back.

An indescribable aura of charm slowly diffused.

Song Ciwan felt it, this is weird!

This strange aura is very similar to the strange aura that the convoy came into contact with when it passed through Hanqiu Mountain.

In Huailing City, a strange night?

But isn't weirdness impossible to leave the place where it was born?

Hanqiu Mountain is not only a weird dojo, but also her cage!

How did she break out of her cage and travel into the city at night?

In the flash of his mind, Song Ciwan's left hand was clenched into a fist at his side, and while he was ready to summon the Xuandu Life and Death Seal at any time, he silently carried the magic of teaching.

She no longer tried to turn back, but stood where she was, and suddenly sighed: "Idiot! ”

The word is simple, but it is like a morning bell and a dusk drum, with a kind of quaint long, spreading to the night.

The art of transmission is slowly working.

Behind Song Ciwan, the woman's expression seemed to be stunned.

Song Ciwan said: "The gods descended, there are lower roads, middle roads, and upper roads, I don't know what the laymen want to hear?" ”

The woman asked, "What is the lower way, what is the middle way, and what is the upper way?" ”

Her tone is quiet and her voice is charming, but she seems to have an extraordinarily gentle and elegant voice. It's like a real lost person, asking Mr.

But Song Ciwan knew that the person behind him was not a good stubble, and if he didn't answer well, he would be counterattacked.

The night breeze drifted by, bringing a cold chill, Song Ciwan calmed down, slowed down his tone and said: "The next way is the art of praying and cursing grievances, when the world is powerless, pray to the gods, sacrifice to the heavens, curse the enemy, in order to ask for miracles from heaven...... Of course, the final result can only depend on the will of God. ”

"This is the next way?" The strange woman frowned and said, "Heaven's will is both cold and empty, no wonder it is said that asking for heaven is the next way." ”

Then she was stunned and said, "But those people, they pray to heaven every day, they still worship Buddha every day, they still complain about heaven and others every day, don't they even know that this is the next way?" ”

Song Ciwan did not comment, but said: "The middle way is the art of seeking people, if people can ask for the person who asks for it, with the help of others, they may also be able to get out of the predicament and relieve suffering." However, the mind of others is also uncertain, and he thinks for a moment that he can help you or harm you. Although he has a heart, he may also be powerless. ”

The strange woman said, "Yes, although he has a heart, he may not be able to ...... He is really powerless and powerless! ”

In the last sentence, the tone gradually sharpened.

In the air, the chill grew colder.

The strange woman's mood fluctuated, and Fang Cai's gentleness was like a thin paper mask, which could be torn apart at any time.

Song Ciwan didn't know when she would lose control, so she immediately said: "So the layman knows?" Although the rain is heavy, it does not moisten the grass without roots; Although the Tao is wide, it only crosses those who are destined. If people don't save themselves, God can't help them! ”

"What do you say? You say I won't save myself? Finally, the woman's eyes rolled, and a moment later, she suddenly screamed.

She was lying on Song Ciwan's back, and her originally ethereal body instantly became extremely heavy, like a boulder, more like a hill, to bend Song Ciwan's back and crush her bones!

Song Ciwan stood firmly in the moment, the infinite power of the Divine Channel Technique struggled, she straightened her back, and said proudly: "Self-help is the way of heaven, the way of heaven, and the way that our divine envoys want to spread to the world!" ”

"Tianxingjian, a gentleman strives for self-improvement."

"Heaven works for me to form, and I use my heart to make up for it."

"Heaven chokes me, and I know it."

"Heaven will descend on people, and they must first suffer their minds, strain their muscles and bones, starve their bodies and skins, empty their bodies, and act chaotically, so they are tempted to endure and benefit what they cannot."

"Layman, although the Tao is wide, it only crosses those who are destined."

"Are you complaining? Or is it self-improvement? Are you bent on others? Or is the heart on the right path, and it is better to seek others than to seek oneself? ”

"You ask the Divine Venerable what way can he preach to you? The gods preach you to the Tao, do you listen or not? ”

One voice, one sentence.

In Song Ciwan's body, the true qi of the Meditation Heart Sutra was rapidly depleting, and the invisible fluctuations formed by the Dharma transmission technique almost shattered all the meridians around her body.

She's preaching to weirdness, but isn't she preaching to herself?

Tianxingjian, a gentleman strives for self-improvement.

This is the real way!

Song Ciwan listened to it, but the weirdness behind her wanted to listen?

The scales surfaced, and several clouds of qi were collected one after another: [Big city-level mutations are weird and ghostly, hate, sorrow, and evil, one catty and nine taels, which can be sold. 】

[Big city-level mutations are weird and ghostly, confused, joyful, sad and hateful, two catties and one tael, which can be sold. 】

[Big city-level mutations are weird and ghostly, grief, pain, joy, two catties and eight taels, which can be sold. 】

[Big city-level mutations are weird and ghostly, enlightenment, enlightenment, enlightenment, three taels and seven dollars, which can be sold. 】

……

Song Ciwan is about to be unable to hold on, it is strange that he has realized, but the pressure behind Song Ciwan is getting heavier and heavier.

It's like going from one mountain to two mountains.

She whispered, almost from between her teeth: "Idiot, let go of the past, redeem yourself, and save yourself!" If you suffer yourself, God will not pity you, if you save yourself, God will respect you, do you understand? ”

Rumble!

After this last sentence was spoken, in the dark sky, I don't know when a thunderbolt loomed.

In the deep night, the ink clouds gathered.

Behind Song Ciwan, the strange woman let out a silent scream, she reached out to cover her face, and kept shouting: "Ahhh

The scream was inaudible to mortals, but it almost punctured Song Ciwan's eardrums.

The scales emerged again: [The big city-level mutation is weird and ghostly, sad, happy, sad, one pound and one tael, which can be sold. 】

The strange escaped, before the thunder lit up the night.

At that moment, the strange woman disappeared.

Song Ciwan stumbled, threw his body forward, and almost fell to the ground.

Then, I saw that above the canopy of the sky, thunder fell, and with this thunder flash, there was a seemingly inconspicuous spiritual light, which fell on Song Ciwan for a moment.

Song Ciwan was in pain all over her body, but she was stunned.

What is this that fell from heaven?

It's a flash of inspiration from the sky!

I apologize to my friends, the weather in Guangdong is too hot, and the author is so hot that he suffers from heat stroke, and the update is late today. However, there will still be a second guarantee, that is, it will be later, and you can come and see it tomorrow morning. Thank you for your support, refill~

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