Under the eighteenth floor of hell, in the Buddhist temple.

Su Ting had already taken out the Immortal Slashing Flying Knife, wanting to kill Xuan Ce and the Demon Ancestor in his heart.

However, at this time, the mutation was abrupt, and the little novice used the magic pestle to descend behind Su Ting, and suddenly attacked.

If it weren't for Su Ting's profound cultivation, his keen Yang God, and his extremely fast reaction, he would be able to block it with immortal arts, and I am afraid that this blow would be enough to make his Yang God collapse, and his soul would be scattered.

The sudden change was unexpected, and no one thought of it!

Ge Juan couldn't have imagined that this little novice, who had done countless good deeds in his life and had a pure heart, and followed by the side of Archmage Xuan Ce, suddenly had murderous thoughts towards Su Ting.

Even, even the Grand Master of Xuan Ce showed an extremely complicated expression.

"Nan no Amitabha!"

Under the Buddha's horn, the light is shining.

The little novice froze there, the magic pestle in his hand, and he couldn't fall again.

The atmosphere froze there.

I only heard a cry of pain from the corner.

"What the hell is going on?"

Su covered his waist and held the corner of the wall, his face was pale, and his face looked deficient.

Fortunately, he reacted in time, his yang spirit was sharp, and he was extremely calm, otherwise it would be really dangerous.

However, Su Ting was glad in his heart, fortunately, it was the Yang God, although the Yang God was injured, it was much more serious than the injuries on the body.

It can be replaced with the body, but this blow hit the back and injured the kidneys, and before the injury recovered, it was bound to be lost for many days.

He was quite glad in his heart, even if the Yang God's injury was heavier than his physical body, it was still fine.

But this guy is inexplicable, and he suddenly made a move, which is a little too weird.

What's even more strange is that Su Ting didn't even notice the killing machine before.

And he never thought that the little novice next to Archmage Xuan Ce would actually kill him.

But at this time, seeing Master Xuan Ce's move, it was obvious that even this former Demon Ancestor and the current Venerable Buddha had never noticed this.

"He's tainted with demonic nature. ”

Xuan Ce sighed and said: "He is the most pure and kind person that the poor monk has seen in this life, and he has a pure heart, and he is not contaminated by foreign affairs, but in the most filthy realm of the Three Realms, it cannot be avoided after all. ”

After finishing speaking, he saw Xuan Ce look at Su Ting and said: "Mr. Su, wait a minute, he has a deep Dharma, and his own heart is pure, but now he is not deep in the devil, wait for the poor monk to turn into him, spare him." ”

Su Ting covered his waist, his face turned pale, nodded slightly, and said, "Mage, it's okay to make a move, it's just that the juniors don't feel very good, it seems that they are a little weak, and they still need to recover well." ”

Xuan Ce nodded slightly, and Fang came to the side of the little novice.

Ge Juan stood on one side, his expression was complicated, and he was also a little frightened, invisibly, the light of the law book on the top became stronger and stronger, protecting his body from being violated.

The little novice was shrouded by the light of the Xuan Ce Buddha, and he had no intention of resisting, his expression was calm, and he did not have the appearance of madness in the devil.

Bang!

The magic pestle lands!

"Is it true that the mage has reached its limit?"

"The limit of the poor monk has arrived, and it cannot be reversed. ”

"I won't let you die. ”

Xiao Shami lowered his head slightly, and said in a low voice: "When you wandered in the world, I led you back to the temple, and then the abbot died, and the senior brothers also died, and then you also died, and in the end, I came here." ”

On his clean face, there was a little gloom, and he said: "For more than three hundred years, you are like my father and my brother, I can't let you die." ”

Xuan Ce's expression was complicated, and he said: "The poor monk will not die, the demon ancestor will not die, and the Three Realms Demon Dao will not cut off the source, this is a must-do, why should you be persistent?"

Xiao Shami paused and said, "The Three Realms Demon Dao, what does it have to do with me?"

Xuan Ce's expression froze, revealing a different color.

Xiao Shami said: "The master, brother, and brother of the past have all gone through birth, old age, sickness and death many times, and they are no longer those people of the past, and I only have you as a relative now...... Even you have disappeared, what kind of chaos is the Three Realms, and what does it have to do with me?"

Ge Juan fell silent and didn't say a word.

Xuan Ce said astringently: "You have a pure nature, follow me here, transform evil spirits, for hundreds of years, for the good of the Three Realms, the merits are immeasurable, how can you still have such thoughts?"

Xiao Shami shook his head and said, "I will follow you to guard the underworld in the underworld, but there is just a person like your father and brother, if even you are gone, what is the use of the so-called guarding the underworld, the so-called immeasurable merits?"

"Is your mind so extremely biased?"

Xuan Ce lowered his head slightly, folded his hands, and said in a low voice: "The poor monk in this world has been reborn, and you are the kindest person that the poor monk has ever seen, and you are a pure heart, not easy to be invaded by foreign affairs, so this recruits you into the depths of the underworld to help the poor monk, who knows that even you can't stand the demonic energy, pollute your heart, and gradually change your thoughts, which really hurts you." ”

He opened his hands, and saw that between the palms of his palms, there was a golden lotus, shining brightly, with bursts of Zen sounds.

"Mage, do you want to temper me?"

"Only when you are exhausted will you be restored. ”

"But you're doing your own Dharma practice. ”

"The time limit has come, and the practice of surviving Buddhism will also disappear with the poor monks. ”

Xuan Ce looked at him deeply and said: "This is the depths of the underworld, the most filthy place in the Three Realms, you have been eroded here for hundreds of years, even the poor monks will have to spend more than sixty years to make you completely pure, but the time limit has come, Mr. Su has been waiting for a long time, and he can't delay." This golden lotus is the embodiment of the Dharma of a poor monk, and it can exhaust your demonic nature in an instant......"

"I don't want ......"

Xiao Shami shook his head and said, "What is it that you are dead, leaving me in this hell and wasting my time to deal with these extremely vicious things? ”

He grinned, quite sarcastically, and said, "The world regards the eighteen-layer hell as the most terrifying realm, the most terrifying place, but under these eighteen layers of hell, there are even more filthy, evil and disgusting places. ”

He pointed to the top of his head and said, "When we look up, it is not the blue sky and white clouds, not the green mountains and green waters, but the gloomy hell that the world has always feared...... Even the sky above your head is such a shady place, what is this place?"

Xuan Ce paused for a moment and said: "The poor monk will relieve you of the demonic nature, if you still have this idea in your heart, you will go with Ge Ju, and there is a heavenly court to deal with here." ”

Xiao Shami closed his eyes slightly, and said tiredly: "You are going to perish, but I am also tired." ”

Suddenly, a yin wind blew away, slowly blowing away.

The figure of the little novice slowly spread out and dispersed into the wind.

In an instant, the ashes were gone.

Xuan Ce slowly stretched out his hand, leaned into the yin wind, clenched it gently, and closed his eyes slightly.

"The poor monk is about to be destroyed, why should there be this sin again?"

His expression was gloomy, his hands folded, and he bowed his head and said, "If the world can be repeated, the poor monk will no longer call you here, and you will be willing to suffer all the sufferings under the hell alone." ”

What if the world could be done all over again...... But how can the world be repeated?

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