The backyard of the Lord's Mansion.

Sang Xiaoman stood in the center of the garden, his body bathed in a peaceful Buddha light, looking extremely holy.

And the flowers and trees in the garden beside her, the branches and leaves are green and yellow, yellow and green, the flowers bloom and thank, thank you and bloom, and life falls into an endless cycle in this garden.

"This is the power of the legendary Buddha's fate?"

Sang Xiaoman picked up a rose with his fingers, and then watched little by little as the flower turned from withering to blooming at his fingertips, and then fruiting, sprouting, and growing vines wrapped around his hands.

"As long as you want, you can also enjoy the gift of this Buddha fate and become one of them, even one of the strongest. ”

At this time, a monk said this as he walked out of the path of the garden.

The monk's appearance was mediocre, but if you look away from him, you will immediately forget what you are.

Sang Xiaoman didn't seem surprised by the appearance of the monk, she just pouted, and then crushed the rose vine wrapped around her hand into ashes with one palm.

"I'm not unusual. ”

As she said this, she raised her head and looked at the mirage above her.

In that virtual image, Li Yunsheng was once again pressed down by a Buddha's hand stretched out from the Eight Cold Arrays, only relying on the green dragon and the Buddha's hand to support him, and the black resentment was still wrapped around him.

"Is it for him?"

The monk also looked up at the mirage above his head.

Sang Xiaoman didn't answer immediately.

After silently staring at the mirage for a long time, she turned her head to look at the monk on the side and shook her head and said:

"I'm sure no one can kill him, and neither can you. ”

"That's right. The monk thought for a moment when he heard this, and finally nodded and said, "You are right, letting him enter Qiushui is the best move and the worst move." ”

"What do you say?" Sang Xiaoman was very curious about the monk's words.

"The good thing is that the autumn water makes him so strong that I didn't expect it, and it also exceeded the expectations of the Buddha country. The bad thing is that the autumn water gives him emotions that he shouldn't have as a factor of evil. ”

"What emotions. ”

"The emotions that people should have, joy, anger, sorrow, and happiness...... These things should have been erased little by little when the evil factor matured, but not only did he not erase them, but they were planted in his heart more deeply than ordinary people. ”

The monk muttered.

"Yes, junior brother, he obviously doesn't care about anything, but he cares more than anything. ”

The corners of Sang Xiaoman's mouth were slightly hooked, as if he was recalling the past in Qiushui.

At this moment, Li Yunsheng, who was in the virtual image above his head, suddenly looked at Sang Xiaoman through the virtual image:

"Xiaoman, I can't die, and you are not allowed to die!"

The voice came from the virtual image overhead, but it was so long ago that it seemed to have gone through the vicissitudes of life.

Sang Xiaoman's gaze motionlessly stared at Li Yunsheng in the virtual image, and a little bit of crystal shine flashed from her big eyes, and then she suddenly grinned brightly: "What a fool." ”

After saying that, she took out a Moon Shadow Bead and handed it to the monk.

"Can you help me write down my next words?"

She asked the monk.

"It's a great honor. ”

The monk bowed slightly, and took the Moon Shadow Bead with both hands.

Immediately, Sang Xiaoman didn't look at the monk anymore, but as if he wanted to hold Li Yunsheng's cheek, he stretched out his hand to the virtual image.

"Li Yunsheng, junior brother, although I like you, I am still me, so the decision I make now is not for you, I just feel that at this moment, with my sacrifice, it is worth saving the ten thousand Dao creatures."

"So, fool, don't blame yourself in the future, live well, even if it's really only ten years, you have to cherish every day."

"I like the morning light in these ten states the most, no matter winter or summer, it always makes people feel vibrant, no matter how tired you are, as long as you can see the morning light, it will be swept away."

"So after I leave, you must come to see this morning light every day. ”

With that, she slowly lowered her hand.

"Gone?"

The monk put away the Moon Shadow Bead and looked at Sang Xiaoman.

"Yes. Sang Xiaoman shook his head, "But if you give it another day and a night, a lifetime, you can't finish it." ”

The monk nodded.

But at this moment, Li Yunsheng in the virtual image above his head seemed to have made some kind of decision, his eyes showed a touch of perseverance, and then he resolutely said: "I know I can't persuade you, but I can have the same choice as you." ”

After speaking, he saw him retract the green dragon, the long sword pestle the ground, and let the huge Buddha's hand slap on the top of his head one after another.

Although he was supported by the instinct of the innate sword gang, his body was still slapped a little bit by the huge destructive power of the Buddha's hand.

Sang Xiaoman looked at this scene motionlessly, frowning slightly, and pursing his lips.

"Have you changed your mind?"

The monk asked again after seeing this.

"Nope. ”

Sang Xiaoman shook his head almost without thinking.

"Amitabha...... The five cobalt bells fell on the donor, which is really a blessing for the creatures of the ten states. ”

When the monk heard this, he folded his hands and shook Sang Xiaoman deeply.

"Buzz——

But at this moment, Li Yunsheng, who was in the virtual image, saw that he was about to break his flesh and bones under the Buddha's hand, and a cold sword roar that was different from the green dragon rushed into the sky.

I saw that in the virtual image, a woman in white, the divine sword was united, turning into a thousand zhang sword shadow, and a sword blasted away the Buddha's hand, forcing it to reunite again through the Eight Cold Array.

"What a cold sword intent. ”

The monk next to Sang Xiaoman, who had always looked calm, was actually a little moved after seeing the sword.

But Sang Xiaoman did grin:

"Senior Sister Frost, I knew you would come. ”

After saying this, she suddenly turned her head to look at the monk next to her, and said with a resolute gaze:

"Come on, kill me, and put an end to this. ”

"Amitabha Buddha ......"

The monk bowed slightly.

Then I saw his figure appear in front of Sang Xiaoman like a ghost, and his middle and index fingers were put together and gently touched Sang Xiaoman's forehead.

The next moment, the two of them appeared together in Sang Xiaoman's sea of knowledge, and in front of them was the five cobalt bells sealed by the soul lock of resentment.

"Didn't you want you to kill me?"

Sang Xiaoman looked at the monk on the side with a puzzled expression.

"The old man has changed his mind. ”

The monk's face was as usual.

"Why?"

Sang Xiaoman frowned.

"Lao Qu suddenly thought that the Buddha left a line of mercy for the ten states, so it created the current situation, if I can leave him another line of mercy, maybe I can create a more powerful Li Yunsheng. ”

The monk said lightly.

Sang Xiaoman smiled when he heard this, then shook his head and said, "You don't understand people's hearts, let alone my little junior brother." ”

The monk shook his head when he heard this, then pointed to the sky above his head and said, "But I understand it." ”

After speaking, he had a palm in his hand, and Sang Xiaoman and the five-cobalt bell appeared in his palm, and then the two fused at a speed visible to the naked eye, and in the blink of an eye, the five-cobalt turned into six-cobalt, and Sang Xiaoman had already become a part of the five-cobalt bell, turning into the sixth-faced Buddha.

"Get a good night's sleep. ”

The monk's palm flipped downward, and the "six cobalt bells" flew towards the depths of the Sang Xiaoman Sea like a meteor.

Beyond the sea.

The Red Lotus Pure Fire that originally enveloped the entire Sang Family's Mansion dissipated in an instant, and the entire Family's Mansion's Mansion returned to normal.

"Little Man——"

Zhao Xuanjun, who had been breaking the formation outside the mansion, saw that the imperial sword broke through the air.

But it was too late.

Sang Xiaoman leaned back and fell into a flower garden, a moon shadow bead firmly held in her palm.

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