On the Imprisoned Demon Peak, because of the ban on the Demon Gate, it is dark everywhere. As a Buddhist monk, Wuxu holds a prayer wheel in his right hand and a small rosewood Buddha bead in his left hand.

The young man who sneaked into the cave that Wu Xuan had broken earlier and obtained a Demon Gate Magic Weapon with three thorn forks melted into the boundless demonic qi of the Imprisoned Demon Peak, and followed Wu Xuan from a distance.

Whenever Wuxu breaks a big prohibition and there is a cave. The young man, after Wuxu left, sneaked in, and after a while, he took a magic weapon from the Demon Gate and happily ran to the woman who was living on the high place of the Imprisoned Demon Peak.

Wu Xuan was holding back a breath in his heart, and smashed all the way along the way, it seemed that the Demon Gate Monk did not appear, and Zhao Tong couldn't find it, so he was going to smash this Prison Demon Peak to pieces. It's just that this prohibition is higher and deeper the higher and deeper, and the more powerful it becomes.

At this moment, Wuxu came to a hillside halfway up the mountain. On this hillside, there is actually a tall building, with black stone as the wall, and the wall is covered with moss; the green tile is covered with roof, and the eaves are hung with white jade, and the wind is together, when the sound is straight.

Wuxu stepped forward and looked at it, there was a wooden plaque with a missing corner on the main door, and there were three big words on it, "Ghost Axe Gate". Wuxu sneered, the name is so cheesy, and it is halfway up the mountain, it seems that back then, it was also the last demon gate. The momentum on the body is slightly outward, and the two doors make a slight sound of paper, and they open without wind.

Dodging in, stepping on the thick dead leaves on the stone slab, Wuxu went straight to the middle hall. Maybe it's because of the breath of Wuxu's Buddhist door, Wuxu stepped in, without searching, the door of the main hall closed automatically, and the two crossed axes on the mural at the top of it suddenly turned into real things, like a thousand pounds, and slashed towards Wuxu's head......

Half an hour later, the roof of the main hall suddenly collapsed, Wuxu flew to the sky above the main hall, towards the ghost axe gate around a bird's eye view, and then landed, like the wind, clockwise, on the ghost axe door up and down, inside and outside the search, and finally flew into the air, flying away.

A black shadow, like light smoke, drifted into the ghost axe gate, fluttering lightly and hurried towards the main hall.

In the main hall, the first fresco, the place where the two axes were previously held, seemed to have just been deducted, revealing the stone slab underneath. This black shadow stared blankly at the empty mural, and said to himself, "How can this be?

As soon as the words fell, he felt that the spiritual power of his whole body was stagnant and he couldn't move. As soon as the white light fell in front of him, Wuxu, who had left before, reappeared, and the prayer wheel in his hand rotated slightly, exuding a dangerous aura.

"How long have you been following me?" Wuxu looked at the handsome and somewhat bewitching young man in front of him.

"The seniors are angry, and the juniors don't mean to follow the seniors. It's just that when I saw my predecessors, I showed my might and broke all kinds of prohibitions, and the younger generations admired it, so I risked death to follow and see the demeanor of my predecessors. The young man spoke quickly, as if what he said had not passed through his brain at all, and was entirely a subconscious thought, in other words, it was indeed from the bottom of his heart, and he was not lying.

"Don't be a little monk in front of your head and brain. Otherwise, Amitabha. Although Wuxu calls himself a little monk, his tone is deliberately sophisticated, but he shows the state of dealing with some social gangsters in his previous life, "Where is your sect?

"Qi senior, junior Han Shuang, was originally from Ziyang Gate, after the opening of the six peaks, he came with the master, and he didn't want to enter the Prison Demon Peak by mistake. The young man's tone was heavy, and his voice was gloomy, as if he was looking at the stumbling girl of the police uncle in his previous life, with a stunned face.

Where did Wu Xuan believe that the prayer wheel in his hand glowed with a scorching red light, melting the black gas that could not stop rising from the body of this Han Shuang boy.

Han Shuang saw that he was a killer in the dark, but he relaxed and dispersed his spiritual power, which meant that he would see death as home.

"Pretend! I told you to pretend!" Wuxu, who was looking for Zhao Tong unsuccessfully, scolded while stretching out his left index finger and tapping it heavily on Han Shuang's forehead.

The pure Buddha's breath entered its body, followed the meridians, and washed away the entrenched demonic qi like a devastating and decaying one.

Han Shuang groaned in pain and spurted out mouthfuls of black blood.

"Say it or not!?Do you have to ask the little monk to search your soul!?" Wuxu increased his strength.

What he said was not completely intimidating, even if he didn't use the Dharma realm, Wuxu had discussed the matter of the Guru's empowerment with Dorjee. The so-called Guru Empowerment, in addition to the most advanced ones, is usually the Guru who places a finger and a palm on the disciple's forehead to pass on what he has learned and felt in his life, but this practice can also be used in reverse, and in turn, the Guru uses it to gain insight into the disciple's knowledge. Actually, when a guru initiates, he must also examine his disciples, and in many cases, it is used for both positive and negative purposes, first against the contrary and then on the right, but it is not enough for outsiders.

Han Shuang, painfully and stubbornly, tilted his head slightly, looked into the distance, and let Wu Xuan slaughter.

At this time, a black gas descended from the sky and attacked Wuxu. Wuxu raised the prayer wheel with his right hand, and was about to turn out the red lotus and respect King Kong, but suddenly heard a familiar voice ringing in his ears.

"I can't imagine that the dignified Buddhist monks are indiscriminate and use such indiscriminate means. ”

"Zhao Tong!" Wuxu was not angry but happy, took back the prayer wheel, and let Han Shuang go.

I saw a woman slowly appear in mid-air, surrounded by demonic energy.

The woman took Han Shuang behind her, and while flying away, she said to Wuxu, "There is no Zhao Tong in the Imprisoned Demon Peak, so the master should look elsewhere." ”

"Hugh has to deceive the little monk!" Wu Xufei followed closely.

The woman seemed to come and go freely at the Imprisoned Demon Peak, dodging left and dodging, and Wuxu chased with all her might, but she couldn't touch the edge of her clothes.

As he flew higher and higher, Wuxu felt as if he was about to reach the limit of the unbroken prohibition, and he screamed, his forehead parted, and he cast a golden light, vowing to see the woman in front of him completely clearly.

Under the golden light, the black air dissipated, and the woman vaguely revealed her true face, with a fluttering figure and curved eyebrows, like Zhao Tong.

Wu Xuan was about to shout, but he saw that the woman shook her hand behind her back, and a white pearl struck towards her own open heavenly eye, and then turned into a trace of black gas and disappeared.

Wuxu only cared about the woman carefully, the pearl was as fast as a meteor, and it hit the heavenly eye on Wuxu's forehead! Wuxu screamed, leaving blood and tears on his forehead.

Zhao Tong!

The pearl that had just entered his heavenly eye was the one he gave to Zhao Tong after refining it in most of the capitals that day.

It's a demon, why are you doing this to me?!

Wu Xuan stumbled and floated in the air, a cramp in his heart, almost about to fall into the clouds......

Near the highest peak of the Imprisoned Demon Peak, Zhao Tong, wearing a white scarf, was commanding more than a dozen monks to attack a prohibition together. These dozen or so monks were lured by the five demons of southern Gansu, and in the dark wind platform, under the guidance of Zhao Tong, they turned to the demon path, and then under the drive of Zhao Tong, they broke the ban and prepared to enter the peak of the Prison Demon Peak.

Zhao Tong, standing in the clouds, looked at the dozen or so monks, constantly attacking the entrance of the cave that exuded boundless demonic energy, and the thought in his heart turned a thousand times, "The cave here seems to need to absorb the essence blood of thousands of monks before it can be opened." In this way, it is only a few tens of meters away, I don't know when it will be?!"

Looking at the monk who was unaware of his feet and worked very hard, Zhao Tong suddenly thought of the four-sided landscape screens of Liu Futong in Anfeng City.

The so-called one will succeed and ten thousand bones will wither. The four landscape screens, I don't know how many indomitable souls of the righteous soldiers have been absorbed, so they have such power. And here, if you want to climb to the top of the Imprisoned Demon Peak, you don't know how many such monks you need to fill it?

I was woken up the night before, and I realized that I was originally a saint of the Demon Gate, and in the Xuanyin Yun Demon Array, I recovered my demonic skills, and then I knew about this imprisoned demon peak. After sneaking in, I realized that there were not many shortcuts to the Demon Gate. If you want to really start controlling the Imprisoned Demon Peak, you want to fulfill Liu Futong's last wish, raise troops and destroy the Yuan, but also want to kill boundlessly, a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood!

Suddenly, Zhao Tong's heart ached, and he thought of Wuxu inexplicably.

"You are a Buddhist monk, but I am a person in the Demon Gate, Buddha and Demon are not mutually exclusive. I hope we all remember the first encounter, the original wish, to overthrow the Yuan Court. If we can meet in the outer heavens, we will meet again. ”

Hundreds of turns, thinking of this, Zhao Tong couldn't help but show a smile. Suddenly, his brow furrowed slightly, and he looked at the sky.

A black shadow crossed the sky and landed in front of Zhao Tong.

In the black air, Yingying's laughter came, Han Shuang rolled down to the ground below, and a bewitching woman walked out and said to Zhao Tong, "Sister, you newly acquired disciple, you are not small, looking for treasures everywhere. Fortunately, my sister and I happened to pass by, so he picked up a small life. ”

Zhao Tong looked at this woman with a complicated expression, that night it was she who led herself to the Xuanyin Yun Demon Array and restored the demon body!

This Han Shuang originally saw that he was framed by his master Yue Feiyang, broke into the Prison Demon Peak, touched the scene, felt pity in his heart, and saved him with the Netherworld Demon Finger, but he didn't want to be taken under his command and let him wander around the Prison Demon Peak. Unexpectedly, there was an accident and was rescued by this Yang Yingrong.

Zhao Tong and Yang Yingrong greeted each other, and with a wave of their sleeves, they sent Han Shuang back to the original cave, "Senior Sister Yang, now my Demon Gate is weak, far inferior to Lotus Law Peak, Qingjing Peak and other places. It is to open the Prison Demon Peak, and the current situation is not optimistic, I don't know what the senior sister has to say?"

That Yang Yingrong smiled softly, "Although I am your senior sister, you are the saint." How to act, I should be your first step. If there is a sending, my sister will proclaim it. ”

After speaking, the figure flashed and gradually disappeared......

Because of the Buddha's breath crossed by Wuxu's finger, Han Shuang was in pain all over, moaning constantly, turning over and over. Lying on the cold stone platform, in a trance, it seemed that he had returned to the scene when he fell into the Prison Demon Peak on the first night.

Seeing Shi Niang burst into tears, she couldn't do anything about it. His face was extremely ugly with demonic energy, and his chest was shattered and painful after being hit by the master's palm. A woman, with a gentle finger, touched all over her body, turning all the aura in her body into demonic energy. I saved myself, but I also hurt myself.

Han Shuang was confused and shouted twice in a row. That monk Buddha's breath is pure, crossing into the body, Buddha's breath and demonic qi fight, fight him upside down!

Suddenly, the woman appeared beside her again, lowered her head, and kissed her stiff lips.

"Master!" Han Shuang muttered in his heart, and a soft body vaguely pressed over......

Wuxu sat on the boulder in front of the gate of the Ghost Axe Gate, and his heart was cold. Unexpectedly, Zhao Tong was tricked and turned into a demon cultivator! And, although, it seems, he recognized himself, but he didn't want to see each other.

If Zhao Tong is taken captive by the Demon Gate, even if she is tortured, or even if her innocence is tarnished by the Demon Gate monks, she can accept it! But I am afraid that she will be willing to fall! I am afraid that she will be taken away by others, like a walking corpse!

Especially in the last case, I don't dare to think about it. He once took Morn's house, and he knew that it was powerful. The shell is her, but it's not her anymore!

She is actually dead, but her body has been wantonly driven, toyed with, and trampled by the demons!

Wuxu can't face such a result!

"That's what I smelled. For a while, the Buddha was in the heavens of Enlightenment, speaking for the mother. At that time, the immeasurable worlds of the ten directions, all the Buddhas and the great Bodhisattva Mahasattva came to assemble. Praise Shakyamuni Buddha. In the five turbid evil worlds, there is now an incredible power of great wisdom and supernatural powers, subduing strong sentient beings, and knowing the law of suffering and happiness. Serve each of you, inquire of the World-Honored ......"

Wuxu couldn't help but sit cross-legged and recited the "Dizang Bodhisattva Sutra", as if Zhao Tong had died of incense.

A slender figure appeared in mid-air, quietly looking at Wuxu.

Zhao Tong! Wuxu stopped chanting, got up and walked over slowly.

"Hmm. In the black air, the woman gradually revealed her figure and face, and looked at Wuxu with a smile.

Wuxu also smiled slightly and stretched out his hands.

The two figures hugged each other tightly.

Black clouds surge, Buddha light shines, light and darkness are entangled.

Wuxu seems to have returned to the past, in the Dharma Realm, countless flying heavens, colorful clothes and flowers, fluttering immortals, it seems that he and the people who are close to him have come to the outer heavens.

As the so-called Heavenly Demon is by my side, flying is the joy in my heart.

The peak is still infatuated with love, but the world is full of spring.