A dream of eternity, a dream of sorghum.

All kinds of hardships in the world have turned into a flower of blood, and after death before and after death, it is cause and effect.

But there is always a lot of hatred that cannot be spoken.

Five years ago, there was a Zhang Xiaoquan in Xingyang City, in order to avenge the blood and the sea of revenge, he went straight to the Tiger Barrage Mountain alone, and single-handedly got rid of 38 leaders of the Tiger Roar Gang, and as a price, Zhang Xiaoquan also had all the meridians, exhausted his internal strength, and his internal organs were chaotic, and he almost died.

For example, if a person's soul is going to hell after death, then Zhang Xiaoquan's soul has basically entered the underworld, and half a finger is still outside the door.

The matter was caused by the half-Zen monk and the clogs Taoist bet, heard and witnessed, the strange thing Huang Liang was the introduction, so after that day, there was no Zhang Xiaoquan in the world, and Xishan Temple had one more monk with the name Huang Liang.

Huang Liang forgot the past, did not remember Xingyang, and no longer held a knife. The scriptures in the left hand, the wooden fish in the right hand, the heart cultivates the Buddha's mind, and all the laws are the same.

However, in all things in the world, there are always evil people who cannot be exceeded, there are always good people who cannot be repaid, and there are always grievances and depressions.

If there are things that cannot be transformed by the Dharma, and those who cannot be saved by reciting sutras, then they will be arbitrary.

Huang Liang felt something in his heart, and his swordsmanship came from him. When cultivating the Buddha's will, the Buddha shines brightly, and when he cultivates the punishment intention, the Buddha is angry and thunders for thousands of miles.

——

"Those who practice the vows, if they exchange their hearts for hearts, is it possible to save them?" the sound is like a morning bell, and the sound of the Buddha is faint.

"Yes. Huang Liang stroked his palms and said lightly.

"What if there is an incommutable evil, an incomprehensible fallacy, or an injustice?"

As soon as these words came out, it seemed that there was a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood, and the cries and screams resounded, and the body was like falling into an infernal hell.

Huang Liang's face was compassionate, and when he started to pick up the flowers, a golden light lit up from his hands. The golden light supported a pure land, and in front of him was an abyss.

Countless hands stretched out from the abyss, these hands were the faces of all beings, and they all grabbed Huang Liang's monk's robe, and the monk's robe was stained with black blood, all of which were great evils in the world.

"May I turn into a demon!" Huang Liang said flatly, at this time his body had been pulled down a little by these abyssal hands.

"The Buddha is in front of his head—"

"If I don't go to hell, who will go to hell!"

Suddenly, countless golden rays of light burst out from Huang Liang's body, and the Pure Land quickly collapsed. Huang Liang grasped his right hand and condensed a sword, this sword was as clear as glass at first, and the supreme merit gathered between the blades, but in turn, the sword body turned black as ink, and the abyss of hell was quiet.

Huang Liang stood up, turned into an angry-eyed King Kong, and slashed down with a long sword in his hand.

The abyss shattered, hell vanished, and there was a voice in the murmur, like relief and compassion.

"Don't say it, don't say it. ”

......

Since then, Huang Liang is no longer on the list of chivalrous guests, and the realm of martial arts cannot be measured by common sense.

——

Suddenly there are yellow leaves falling, after all, it is the festival of late autumn, and it does not avoid gloom.

Huang Liang reached out and took the leaf, then watched it fly away.

The autumn wind has risen.

"If your heart is to hell, then I will come to overtake the benefactor!"

Huang Liang climbed all over his body, and in an instant, he was able to fight against the bitter face, as soon as he stretched out his hand, a bamboo sword fell into the palm of his hand, and then he went straight to the bitter face.

"Fu Hao's mallet has caused me a big trouble again......"

Seeing Huang Liang coming, he was surprised and surprised. What was surprising was that he couldn't see Huang Liang's specific realm, but the other party's "potential" could indeed be compared to him, and the surprise was that before meeting Lu Siren, it was indeed a happy thing to be able to fight Huang Liang first.

Kumian didn't answer, stepped over the sword mark, and swung his fist directly to meet it.

"Destroy Buddha Fist!"

Aren't you a member of the Buddha's sect? I'll destroy the Buddha and show you!

Kumian instantly swung out six punches, one punch was faster than another, one punch was stronger than one punch, and the punch hit Huang Liang's vital point.

As a nine-rank powerhouse with the name of "greedy martial arts", Kumian has too much combat experience, and he can see at a glance where the opponent's current weaknesses and key points are, and what martial arts to use to defeat him the fastest.

Before the battle, Kumian had already rehearsed in his mind what might happen, just like when he was playing chess, he saw the end of the game first. This stems from his martial heart, and in a way, Kumian was born to fight and fight.

An ordinary nine rank like Gu Xinghe was in front of him, and he could be put to death in less than three moves.

However, Huang Liang, who has already died once, is not an ordinary Jiupin.

Facing the bitter Buddha Destroying Fist, Huang Liang stood the bamboo sword in front of him, and a sword intent followed.

The abyss is like a prison, and the territory is a ruler.

I have become a demon, how can the Buddha Destroying Fist stop me?

Huang Liang stood in front of the abyss, and the six consecutive fists of the bitter face could not enter.

Huang Liang turned defense into offense, slashed a sword vertically, and the sword light turned into a match, and slashed towards the bitter side.

Ku Mian was surprised in his heart, he didn't expect Huang Liang to block his Buddha Destroying Fist with just one defense, but he also saw something - Huang Liang's state could not last.

The winner must be determined as soon as possible - for the bitter side of the pursuit of martial arts, the stronger the opponent, the better, if the opponent does not have the slightest strength to fight back, then there is no value in fighting.

Huang Liang's sword made him feel dangerous, but at the same time, this feeling of danger also brought him inspiration.

Kumian could feel it, and if he was given a little more time, he would be able to get the breakthrough he had been seeking.

He stepped on his feet, and his steps were light, and in an instant his face turned bronze, and then his whole body turned bronze.

"Don't move the gods!"

The Immovable Divine Skill is a self-created body refining technique when he was promoted to the ninth rank, and in the blessed state of Immovable Divine Skill, his body cannot move, but it can greatly improve his defense.

Kumian let out a loud shout and slapped at the sword light. In the face of such a sword, he had the idea of wanting to experience the power firsthand, so he used the Immovable Divine Skill and weakened the sword momentum with the power of his palm.

The sword light collided with the palm wind, and then only stopped for a short moment, and then the palm wind was crushed, and then it was slashed on Kumian's body.

The latter's sackcloth had a large gap, but it was obvious that there was only a white mark on the bronzed body of the bitter face. Such an amazingly powerful sword did not break the immovable magic skill of the bitter face at all.

Kumian opened his eyes, he had just savored the power of this sword, and he had benefited a lot. If it weren't for the immobilization of the gods, I am afraid that I would be seriously injured on the spot.

"It's such a strong sword, and I can have an epiphany with two more swords!" Kumian said in an excited voice, but with an expressionless face.

The corners of Huang Liang's mouth twitched: "......"

Sure enough, Fu Hao's enemy is not a normal person......

"You're a madman, you big man!" said an old voice.

"Well, that's what I think too. Huang Liang agreed in his heart, but he was immediately surprised to realize that something was wrong.

There was a third person in this place, and he hadn't felt it before, so how powerful should this person be?

It's okay that this person has nothing to do with this matter, but if it's the helper of this bitter face, then I can only run away......

"Although the wine is good, only those who can bend and stretch are qualified monks. "—said the half-Zen brother.

(End of chapter)