Luo Yuan said, and when he landed, a vast force swept into the sea like an ocean. It was a dozen or so Yuan Infant Monks in the sky who were working together, and they also saw the strangeness of this place.

In the Golden Light Hanhai, under the divine shroud, there was a black mist hidden in their hearts. And that black mist, just a wisp of it, could block their joint blow. Without further ado, it will change later, they dare not procrastinate, and for the first time they have a solemn meaning.

"The incense lasts forever!" The thin monk watched more than a dozen yuan babies shoot at the same time, although his face changed greatly, but he did not have too much fear. Instead, he let out a loud shout, his hands kept spreading, and he shot out runes, and then the golden light soared into the sky, and even more white mist rose from the place where the cultivators of the Black Demon Temple were cultivating. Then, in the sound of chanting, it condensed into a sixteen-zhang Buddha statue.

The Buddha statue is the most divine and holy, with the potential of ten thousand laws not to invade, accompanied by the sound of the Great Dao, and then the golden lotus suddenly appeared everywhere in the void, and the scenery made people feel pious.

More than a dozen Yuan Infant Ancestors shot at the same time, how powerful it was, the heavens and the earth changed color, the sun and the moon were dim, and burning the sky and boiling the sea was not empty words. However, when covering the 480 temples below, it was blocked by the golden Buddha statue.

I saw the big Buddha sitting high in the air, and the golden lotus couldn't help turning, with a hazy and thousands of lines. Under the palm of his hand, there is no manifestation of any supernatural powers, only making people feel that the spring breeze is blowing. But it was such a palm, which actually blocked the sea of thunder and fire, and the sword shadow grew long, so that the means of all cultivators could not be saved in the slightest.

And the golden light shone brightly, and the white mist rolled, and then spread all over the area. There is also a strange burst of vitality, which makes the earlier broken bamboo sea grow again, and it looks more and more green and full of vitality.

"Ahem, cough, cough," a few coughs sounded, and the Buddha dissipated, but the dry bone abbot took a few steps back, spitting blood from his mouth. How could a dozen or so strong people of the same rank join forces to block a single blow? Even if his cultivation was not weak, and with the help of the power of incense wishes, he still had to pay a price.

"What are the so-called donors coming from? Why are you so angry and want to do such a thing that is peaceful to heaven? Among the old monks, there are two donors of the Liuyun Sect. Since ancient times, Liuyun Sect has been the head of the righteous path, supporting justice and being admired by people all over the world. Why did you come to the old monk's temple today, the old monk asked himself if he had ever offended you, and he had rarely gone out since ancient times, and he had never been contaminated with red dust cause and effect. "The abbot of the dry bones is still golden and peaceful. Even if he was injured, he never got angry, which was very different from the monks of the Black Demon Temple that were circulated in the cultivation realm.

The other party's words are extremely frank and peaceful, and the question is also directed to the heart.

Luo Yuan frowned, and said in a cold voice: "More than eighty years ago, your Black Demon Temple, together with the Demon Dao Sects, made countless good men of my Liuyun Sect fall. Now he is putting on such a battle, and he is pretending to be innocent, which is ridiculous. Do you think I'm going to believe you?"

"You spew blood, we often chant and worship Buddha in the temple, don't ask about the world, don't stain red dust. How could it be possible to be in the same stream with that demonic path, and to be in cahoots, although the donor is a senior master, he is also a monk of the Liuyun Sect, and the poor monk should not be a junior as a junior. But the little monk, as a member of the 480 temples of the ancient Buddha, how could he sit idly by and ignore this. If the seniors are angry because of the little monk's confrontation and want to be punished, the little monk is willing to accept the punishment to calm the anger of the seniors.

It's just that the monks of the 480 temple are really innocent, and I implore the seniors not to be embarrassed. A delicate monk surrounded by golden light stepped forward and spoke loudly, his eyes full of resentment.

Lei Yunzi frowned, and his eyes narrowed: "It's ridiculous, you and others claim to be four hundred and eighty temples, but the outside world calls them the Black Evil Temple." is clearly an unscrupulous demonic maniac, but now he looks like he has cut off the red dust and does not enter the world. Then, let's wait until then, what is this black fog before, and why is it so weird, ominous and demonic?"

"Black mist?" Hearing this, Dry Bone was puzzled at first, and then his body trembled violently, he seemed to think of something terrible, but his brows were furrowed, and he couldn't think of it for a while.

"How can the predecessors slander like this, how can we and those who cut off the six roots devote themselves to the Buddha, how can they be ominous and weird? These four hundred and eighty temples, some only have the power of wishes and incense, and the sound of the Great Dao Lunyin. A monk spoke, obviously displeased.

"There is no need for strife, if it is true as the dry bones say, then the black fog here is the source of chaos. Perhaps, they are blinded by the black fog and their minds and hearts, and they can't help themselves, but they can't remember. Luo Yuan spoke slowly, he didn't let the disciples go down, but stayed in the air. This kind of area was too weird, even he didn't want to touch it easily, let alone let those disciples with lowly cultivation touch it. But if you are not careful, you will set yourself on fire.

"Xiaoya, you have a deep background, can you know such a strange thing?" Luo Yuan asked Xiang Tai Xuanya, hoping that Gu Daozun could leave such a strange word.

Xuanya shook her head slightly: "There are so many classics in the family, Ya'er has not read them all, and I don't know." ”

When Luo Yuan heard this, he nodded, and then asked the old man Wanzhu: "Old ghost Wanzhu, have you ever known such a secret if you have looked at the past two thousand six hundred years?"

The old man Wanzhu smiled bitterly and said: "Stinky boy, if the old man knew that he would have said it a long time ago, he still needs you to ask? This Zhao country, the old man is really the first time to come, and it is said that Zhao Guo is ranked lower among the twelve countries, and now it is open, and the name is not true." Zhao Guo, there is no mystery. ”

"Well, what is this place, and what kind of identity you are, you can come out and let me search for my soul, and you will know. Luo Yuan opened his mouth and looked at the monk who had spoken out earlier.

"How can the donor make a move on a junior, if he really wants to make a move, the old monk is willing to exchange the life of a person for the life of a disciple of the temple. Dry Bone slowly stepped forward and walked towards Luo Yuan. His hands were folded together, and there was no fluctuation to spread out, obviously not running his cultivation, as a sign of not resisting.

"Abbot, no, you are the honor of the temple, the brothers and sisters still need you to explain the scriptures and guide the epiphany, if you really want to die, it should be the disciples, not you. The monk hurriedly stepped forward to dissuade him, his eyes full of worry.

"Could it be that I'm mistaken, this place really doesn't seem to be the Black Demon Temple?" Liu Geqiu whispered, the Yuan Ying present was stronger than him, and he really lacked confidence.

"No, the location is right, it's just that there is a problem with the people, and I have a terrifying guess. Luo Yuan spoke slowly, because this thought made him feel extremely heavy, terrifying, and even cold in his back, and he couldn't believe it.

"What?"

As soon as Luo Yuan said this, even the monks of the 480 Temple were also shocked, and looked at Luo Yuan, waiting for his next words.

"They are infiltrated by darkness, and it is only in this place where the Buddha's light shines that the Buddha's nature is revealed as it really should be. Because there is a wish here, there is incense, and it may be able to suppress the ominous and troublesome here. If they leave this place, then they will be manipulated by the darkness and they will no longer be theirs. However, as for the authenticity, you only need to wait for one person to walk out to confirm it. Luo Yuan said in a deep voice, his face was extremely solemn, this guess was really too terrifying, and it was terrifying.

"Well, do you mean, there may be some creature here, or something strange that is eating away at these monks? and they should be divine and peaceful, as they are now. And once you go out, you will be blinded by the black fog and turn into a puppet?" And among them, there is even more Yuanying, even if it is the incense and wish power of tens of thousands of people after thousands of years, it can only be suppressed within the scope of these thousands of miles.

Hearing this, the body of the dry bone abbot trembled, as if struck by lightning, he took a few steps back, and his eyes were full of horror and said: "It is true that these generations of high monks have left uh, we are all descendants, suppressing ominous and troubles. In fact, we are not monks, but our ancestors were infected, and they had to chant sutras and worship the Buddha, all of them were magnificent Dharma, and suppressed their own bodies. Wash away the chaos and one's own body, so that all laws cannot be invaded. Here, we are who we are, and without us, we are no longer us. In other words, we have long ceased to be us, unspeakable, unspeakable, unspeakable.

This is what the great treasure left by our ancestors said, and it will be a weight and pain that we cannot bear. Therefore, it will not be able to speak, and the ancestors are also afraid that the mystery here will be sensed, so they say that it is unspeakable, and they dare not say it. My Dharma name was originally bitter bones, but Daoist friends called the old monk dry bones, presumably, this dry bone is the old monk's Dharma name outside, yes or not?" At this moment, he lost his soul again, which made him unable to accept or bear it, he was no longer himself.

"Yes, do you still have the impression and memory of going out? Eighty years ago, you made a move, and you also shot a shot, and even killed many disciples of Shaoyang Sect. Killed Shaoyang Sect and Feng Ancestor, dozens of days ago, I was forced to ask for the Tongtian Ancient Treasure in my Liuyun Sect, and died in my hands. His magic weapon is a black-blooded robe. Luo Yuan asked everyone to retreat, and then he stepped into the air and spoke to the abbot of dry bones.

The three warships retreated one after another under Luo Yuan's instructions, because even the Yuanying Monk could not guard against it, and even if the Yuanying was at a high altitude and far away from the earth, there was a possibility that something unexpected would happen. This is out of consideration for the safety of the disciples of the sect, and also for the sake of Zhao Guo. If it's a careless one, bring out the weirdness, and it's good if you can kill it in time. If they cannot be extinguished, and the plague spreads, they will be the sinners of the ages.

"What? Don't die in an instant? His robe, which was originally shining with golden light, why is it infected with black blood. He, alas", the dry bone abbot sighed faintly, his heart was infinitely sad, and he couldn't help but turn his head to look at the thousands of disciples behind him, and finally shook his head weakly.

"More than 80 years ago, the old monk did go out. That's the lonely old way to find the old monk and let the old monk go out with him. said that there was a knot in his heart and needed the old monk to help him resolve it, so the old monk nodded and agreed. Then he departed, and the old monk returned. This is the memory of the old man more than 80 years ago, and nothing else. The abbot of the dry bones lowered his mouth, and his chest was extremely heavy, as if he was about to lose his breath.