Chapter 7: One Thought Becomes a Buddha, One Thought Becomes a Demon (I)

"Tick!"

The blood Bodhi rotated in the air, and on the lotus petals, a drop of blood beads fell, and in an instant, layers of ripples rippled in the blood pool. Ripples said that disorder only occurs when they touch the dead bodies in the pool.

The bleak and crimson light, flickering and terrifying. The sound of blood falling into the pool echoed in the entire underground palace for a long time, from Han Xuanming's ears, to his soul, making him dizzy.

"It's really a sin, how many people have been killed to cause such a tragic situation?"

The waves of qi around Han Xuanming's body were spinning, and in the bottom of his heart, the anger had reached the extreme. With a move of the handle, the silver light in the hand is sheng, the sharp and peerless spirit is condensed, and the silver spirit shines.

Slowly raising the sword in his hand, Han Xuanming aimed the tip of the sword at the blood-dripping lotus flower in front of him.

Squinting his eyes slightly, his eyes sparkling, Han Xuanming said to himself: "For you, the best destination is destruction!"

"Oh?

Behind Han Xuanming, a miserable voice rang out, and it came ethereally. In an instant, it felt like a demon crawling out of hell and hitting my heart.

In an instant, Han Xuanming only felt that he was being targeted by the devil, his nerves tensed, his back felt cold, and his heart seemed to forget to beat. That tingling feeling made every inch of skin on his body tremble, and the cold hairs stood up one by one.

It was as if death had come to greet him and choke his throat.

"What person?!" Han Xuanming jumped into the air, dodged far away, and retreated to the area where he thought it was safe.

When Han Xuanming stabilized his body, raised the sword in his hand, and looked forward again, the person in front of him made him feel deeply frightened, his bones were cold, and every cell was trembling.

"Is that you? you...... How to ...... Here?" Seeing the person in front of him clearly, Han Xuanming's voice trembled.

"It's a monk, I'm right to ask you. Donor, this is not the place you should come! Amitabha!" the man saluted, with a smile and kindness on his face.

This person, if it's not the end, who else can it be.

Such a sudden change was beyond Han Xuanming's expectations, he never expected that the end of the demon monk would appear at this time. Such a fact does not correspond to what he knew in his previous life, and it stands to reason that at this moment, the end should not be here.

Of course, at this time, Han Xuanming, or this doppelganger, what he didn't know was that not long ago, the little fox came here, and that was also the reason for ending up here.

"Don't worry, don't worry, the monk will send you off the next way. He smiled and nodded, a cruel smile flowing from his eyes.

He stretched out a finger and pointed lightly in the direction of the blood lotus.

The end whispered: "Donor, look at this flower, how delicate and beautiful. Rest assured, it won't be long before you'll be nourished and a part of it. ”

"You know, it's a donor's honor. ”

The end was slow to speak, and in a declarative tone, the most cruel words were uttered. That casual expression, with a smiling face, made people mad, and the cold chill spread to the bottom of my heart.

At this time, although Han Xuanming was listening to the words, he couldn't care about being afraid, what he was thinking about was how to destroy the harmful lotus.

Moreover, if it is true, he can destroy the blood lotus, and in the case of losing his mind, perhaps, Han Xuanming can also win a glimmer of life.

At the end, he nodded at Han Xuanming, chanted the Buddha's name, and said, "Next, the monk will tell the donor in detail about the donor's death, and I hope the donor will listen to it." ”

"The monk's plan is like this......"

"First of all, if you really want to, break the donor's limbs first, so that you don't escape. Of course, don't worry, the monk will protect every vein of your veins to ensure that the word 'pain' spreads to every inch of your skin in the following process. ”

Yu Xiao chuckled and asked, "I don't know, does the donor like to cook and enjoy the joy of cooking?"

"The next thing the monk has to do is to cut the donor's limbs piece by piece, as if he were cutting a bone*. Of course, the process of slicing meat should be left to the end. ”

"Amitabha!" said the chanting of the Buddha's name, "Don't worry, the monks are vegetarians and will not eat meat." ”

In the process of speaking, Yu Yu was smiling all the time, looking to the left and right from time to time, and then, he turned his gaze to Han Xuanming again, nodded lightly, and looked like a Buddha.

Looking at the end, with such an expression, Han Xuanming only felt a burst of chills, and the hand holding the sword couldn't help but tremble. That kind of fear, which is completely from the deepest part of the heart, spreads and cannot be stopped.

Han Xuanming stretched out his other hand, covering the hand holding the sword, trying to stop his trembling hand.

"No, I must destroy that lotus! Han Xuanming thought secretly in his heart, made up his mind, and a cold light flashed in his eyes.

On the other side, the end was still whispering: "Of course, the donor doesn't have to worry, the monk will try to keep your voice and let the donor himself, carefully, listen to the howl." ”

"Die!" With a long shout, Han Xuanming threw out the sword in his hand.

The blade was sharp, and the blade light was cold, turning into a peerless rainbow ray, shooting out in the direction of the knot.

At the same time, Han Xuanming jumped up, and the Xuan Gong was running to the extreme. But at this time, he did not go to the place where the knot was, but instead jumped in the opposite direction, towards the pool of blood, and swooped over.

In the process of jumping, the right hand is raised high to the sky, and the bright light in the palm of the palm shines, like holding a star.

Immediately, the divine sword transformed, and thousands of heavenly swords appeared above Han Xuanming's right hand, like many meteorites, suspended in the air, with the power of shaking the world.

The heavenly sword roared, clanging and ranging, releasing ripples and ripples.

"Go!"

Han Xuanming let out a long snort, and his right hand slammed down.

The palm of the hand carried the wind, and with the falling palm, a meteor shower fell, with the tyrannical power of destroying the world, and drowned in the direction where the blood lotus was.

"Boom!", "Boom!", "Boom!......

The sound of explosions sounded one after another, as if tens of thousands of stars were falling, like thousands of volcanoes erupting, and here, a dizzying scene was displayed.

Suddenly, from the deep pool of red blood, blood splashed, blood flashed, blood splashed all over the sky, the poignant scenery made people deeply despair.

And in this process, although he knew Han Xuanming's thoughts, he didn't stop it, just stood in the distance and watched with a smile.

When the bleak blood mist gradually dissipated and the aftermath of the explosion faded, Han Xuanming fell from the sky and saw everything in front of him clearly, and the situation he saw made him grit his teeth and unwilling to accept it.

I saw that above the blood pool, the lotus flower was dripping blood, still spinning, flashing with fierce blood, poignant, and not affected in the slightest.

The lotus petals seemed to tremble slightly, as if they were being blown by a breeze and shaking off the mosquitoes on their bodies.

With a "tick", another drop of blood fell, and the surface of the blood pool, ripples, did not change, and it was still the same as at the beginning.

Not a long distance, the end whispered: "The donor has already tried, you should rest assured to die, right?" Rest assured, you will become the nourishment of this lotus flower, and contribute your strength to the world." ”

"Amitabha! The worst resentful spirit can become this lotus, the best nourishment. He clasped his hands together as if he were worshipping, and saluted Han Xuanming, still with a smile on his face.

"Therefore, if you work hard and die a painful death, your resentment towards the monks should be as great as possible. ”

"The monk is going to do it!"

With that, he slowly raised a palm, and in the palm of his hand, the bleak blood flickered. All around him, one after another waves of qi swirled and flew, and the light that made people feel deeply desperate rippled like sound waves.

There was no superfluous movement, just like beckoning, towards Han Xuanming, lightly fanned.

In the next moment, the blood pool flooded, and the monstrous blood surged, as if it was about to rush into the sky, if it was about to run to the sky, to the place where Han Xuanming stood, and the cage was drowned.

In Han Xuanming's eyes, he was desperate and powerless, he knew that this blow could not be avoided, and he could only fight to the death.

Putting away the silver spirit in his hand, Han Xuanming's hand was full of blood, evolving into a crimson long sword, with bright magic light and brilliant demonic light, illuminating the underground space.

"It's not too much, just give him an opening!" Han Xuanming muttered to himself in his heart.

At this moment, he had already thrown his agreement with his master out of the clouds. Saving his life is the most important thing, even if he has three life flowers, he doesn't want to waste it at will, and he doesn't want to die easily.

Holding up the magic sword, Han Xuanming retreated with his left foot, and wanted to charge.

The blood pool not far away, the big waves rushed into the sky, like thousands of evil beasts rushing, pressing here, and Han Xuanming didn't have time to care about all this, all he thought of in his mind was the impact.

However, at this time, behind Han Xuanming, a holy Buddha light appeared.

The brilliant light burned like a fire, dispelling the blood waves in the sky, as if the wind and clouds were dissipating, disintegrating the ice, and the blood waves that came under heavy pressure suddenly disappeared and disappeared.

The holy light condensed, turning into a human form, and a warm glimmer of light flowed all over its body.

The person who came took a few steps forward, put his hands together, such as worshipping the Buddha, and sang a Buddha name: "Amitabha!"

Looking at the distance, although he was stopped by someone who came to stop his move, he was not angry, his face was still kind, with a smile like a god and Buddha, and he whispered: "Senior brother, you have really arrived." ”

This sudden change made Han Xuanming stop attacking and turn his head to look back.

Seeing the person who had just arrived, Han Xuanming muttered: "This senior monk is ......"

This sudden appearance of the person is exactly the result. Of course, as for his identity, only that doppelganger knows, and Han Xuanming's doppelganger is not understood at this time.

Li Guo did not speak to Han Xuanming, but focused his gaze on the end, leaned over, and said, "Senior brother, how long has it been? It's been more than ten years since the last separation!"

As he spoke, Liguo took another step and walked past Han Xuanming, standing in front of him.

Facing the person in front of him, Liguo spoke again: "Amitabha, Senior Brother, you have already done enough killings, you must know to put down the butcher's knife and become a Buddha on the spot!"

Yu Yu chuckled: "Good junior brother, don't use this tone to talk to your senior brother. After all these years, where have you been? Not for more than ten years, why are you interested in coming here to see me today?"

The brief conversation between the two made Han Xuanming stunned for a while, and asked out loud: "Holy monk, who are you? Everything that happened here, you ...... You know?"