Seven days later, Mida Buzhou, inside the Gatuo Temple.

This is an ancient temple, which is rumored to have been passed down through the ages, and it was also magnificent, and it is said that thousands of years ago, it was not weaker than today's Mida Zen Buddhism.

Now, the temple has turned into a scorched earth, and some monks have left in a hurry, accompanied by blood and ghost fire, becoming the backs of Su Musha and several people.

In mid-air, there were several Xuanlong Peak Immortal Old Demons suspended above the sky, their eyes seemed to be serious, and they seemed to look respectfully at the Su Musha at the front.

The one who shook the black banner in one hand and held the bronze ancient sword in the other.

Su Musha once killed the monk Jiedan.

This matter has been circulating among the disciples of Jiufeng since Su Musha returned to the sect, and the matter may be credible, but after all, there are certain doubts in his heart.

After all, the gap in this realm is really bigger, almost across the entire realm, even if there is a killing move, everyone always feels that it is impossible to easily kill the Jiedan monk.

I heard that there was more than one monk who died in the hands of Su Musha before?

Now, under Su Musha's means, such thoughts have completely dissipated in everyone's hearts.

Silver-white chains emerged from the void, and Su Musha's body was shrouded in purple light, like a god, piercing and imprisoning the old monk in front of him.

The old monk is the presiding officer of the Gatuo Monastery and the contemporary head of this lineage.

Now he is in a mess, his robe is dilapidated, and there is a dim Buddha light circulating on it, as if it is dirty, and his eyes are no longer clear, a little dull, and a little turbid.

Seven days, this is the third Dan Buddha cultivator in the hands of Su Musha.

"A few senior brothers, can there be those who are good at punishment? Please do it for you, the junior brother is soft-hearted and can't see blood. ”

Su Musha was in a calm state of mind, detaining the old monk while not forgetting to make such jokes.

It's just four times, but no one can laugh.

Even if it is a demon monk, such a scene is a little cooler, and when he sees the old monk, he seems to see himself.

The atmosphere froze for a moment, and finally the monk walked out.

A bald-headed middle-aged man smiled at Su Musha.

"When Senior Brother was not enlightened, he was a disciple of the Law Enforcement Hall of the Sect, and he was well versed in the way of torture, but now, although he has not used such methods for decades, he always feels that he will not be too unfamiliar. ”

Su Musha's smile was even better.

"Then there is Senior Brother Lao, don't torture to death. ”

Between the two of them talking, from time to time, the rest of the peak disciples passed by in their form as rainbows, and they all looked at Su Musha here cautiously.

Thinking about it for seven days, Su Musha's murderous name gradually spread among the sects.

......

After more than 100 breaths, the bald senior brother stopped his movements with some shame.

"Senior brother, this bald donkey's inheritance is strange, and it is forbidden by the divine soul, sealing part of his origin, which is no longer something that ordinary means can torture. ”

Su Musha nodded, but he was a little more interested, but said with a smile,

"It's also a good thing to have a divine soul ban, which shows that the inheritance is true, even if it is a turtle shell, there is always a way to pry it open. ”

While speaking, in the depths of Su Musha's eyes, there was also a purple light flickering, and he performed the pupil technique, and saw the prohibition in the origin of the old monk's divine soul, like a golden chain, sealing everything and taking root in the depths of the origin, as if it was integrated with the origin.

After some tossing before, the old monk gradually gained some spirit, and his cloudy eyes looked at Su Musha here, with no joy or sorrow in his eyes, as if he was not the one who was banned.

"Amitabha, donor, don't bother. ”

Su Musha, who chuckled lightly from beginning to end, had some anger on his face at this time.

"I don't have to make any effort to say it, but it's just that I don't like it, that is, you are so calm when you are dying. In the past seven days, how many people have been like you, always giving me the illusion that they are all one person, and this feeling is very uncomfortable. ”

After saying that, Su Musha raised the spirit sword in his hand and slashed it towards the old monk.

The phantom of the brilliant glazed Buddha platform manifested in mid-air.

There was a forbidden brand wrapped on it, but Su Musha couldn't see it, it was just so mechanical, slashing down sword after sword.

This is the most cruel torture in the world.

Half a moment later, the old monk passed away.

The dim Buddha platform in mid-air was empty.

The Purple Que Yin Spirit gained nothing.

Su Musha frowned and looked at the sky in the distance.

The sky was empty.

There was a purple light flashing in the depths of Su Curtain's eyes.

In seven days, three people were beheaded in a row, not to mention the Buddhist inheritance, and Su Musha did not even get a single Buddhist scripture.

It was as if this spirit slashing sword had no effect on Buddhist cultivation at all.

Above the heavenly dome, the faces of all the monks were a little ugly.

After most of the day's work, a monastery turned into scorched earth, and they looked murderous, but in fact they gained nothing.

At this moment, a dark gray jade sword flew in the distance, and someone reached out to take it.

"Daozi, Senior Sister Yunwanzhu Jade Sword sent a message, the disciples of Jiufeng have doubts this time, and they have nothing to gain. ”

Su Musha's gaze remained unchanged, and he just nodded coldly.

"So is it for Nixia?"

"It's the same thing. ”

"I understand, go directly to the direction of Mida Zen Buddhism and meet the elders of the sect!"

A hint of hesitation flashed across the face of the monk holding the jade sword.

"Daozi, the task we are waiting for is not yet complete......

"There is no need to complete it, the Buddha Land is strange, I probably guessed a little, now the sect elder's decree, I am afraid that it is already on the way here. ”

"Senior brother, I still don't understand. ”

In a hurry, this person even gave up the title of Daozi, and Su Musha's gaze fell faintly and fell on this person.

"You're asking me to explain?"

"Don't dare, it's just that the task of the sect is always not good to be disobedient. ”

Su Musha's gaze looked at the people present and swept over them one by one.

"You don't understand?"

Everyone looked at each other, but no one spoke.

Su Musha's brows furrowed slightly.

After all, it is controlled by cultivation, and the majesty of Su Musha's Dao among the monks of Xuanlong Peak is still a little worse after all.

In other words, now the Mida Zen Buddhism is the Mida Continent, and the Mida Continent is the Mida Zen Buddhism! The other monasteries and cities are no longer important. ”

Contemplating the Pure Land.

This is the profound method of Mida Zen Buddhism, and it was because of this that Chu Han was suppressed by the elders of Mida Zen Buddhism.

Those few people, Su Musha also had a face-to-face appearance, but they were ordinary Yuan Infant Buddha cultivators.

What we see today can bring the Pure Land of Contemplation to such a state.

When the Buddha platform was opened, there was nothing, and the Buddha land was up and down, and the demeanor and demeanor were all like a person.

This kind of means is no longer something that can be done by Yuan Infant Buddha Cultivation.

There are arhats in the world.

Su Musha thought of what Lu Mizi said again.

Everyone fell into a long silence, as if digesting what Su Musha had said.

In a short time, a mysterious light had already pierced through the void and landed in front of Su Musha.

The purpose of the deer millet seed.

Su Musha held up the black jade slip and looked at everyone with burning eyes.

"Passing on the master's decree, from now on, the fastest speed, rush to Mida Zen Buddhism!"

Su Musha's gaze was like a knife, sweeping to whoever was on his body, and whoever lowered his head unnaturally.

When he walked past the person holding the jade sword before, Su Musha still left a sentence coldly.

"This is just one time, not the next one. ”