Eighteen layers of hell in the depths.

Inside the Buddhist temple.

The Buddha Treasure Bowl suppressed the most vicious evil and demonic creatures in the Three Realms, but there were still many roaring and roaring demon sounds, as well as the cold and infiltrating yin wind of the forest, which gradually spread.

"After the limit of the poor monks, the source of the demonic path in the world is cut off. ”

Xuan Ce said slowly: "But the demonic nature that circulates in the world is still there, and it will not be destroyed because of this, and it will even gradually infect the world due to the accumulation of time, so after the poor monk is destroyed, he should invite the jade spirit girl of the Huanhua Pavilion to clear the remaining demonic nature with the true body of the white lotus, and return the world to a bright and bright world." ”

He looked at the little novice and said, "After the poor monk was reborn, he saw that you were pure and innocent in the temple, and led you here, and you also have the Dharma to transform evil souls. ”

Xiao Shami shook his head, folded his hands, lowered his head and said, "Your Dharma is boundless, so you can be transformed, and your disciple's ability is too low to dare to act rashly." ”

Xuan Ce sighed and said, "Don't be afraid, the source of the demon path is cut off, you only need to temper these ferocious and evil people inside, and in the future, the depths of these eighteen hells will be empty, and there will be no such yin and evil demonic qi." ”

Xiao Shami paused for a moment and said, "In the past, the mage made a grand wish, and he had to be empty before he could prove the Great Dao, but now how can he abandon it?"

Xuan Ce said: "The poor monk is incompetent, and the rest of the empty land has to rely on you." ”

The little novice fell silent.

Xuan Ce sighed, looked at Su Ting, and said, "Mr. Su, are you ready?"

Su Ting hesitated for a long time and sighed: "Except for this method, is there no other way?"

Xuan Ce smiled and said, "There is no other way. ”

——

In front of the Senluo Palace.

The cloudy son clicked on the Buddha's light hidden in the seal.

But listening to the sound of Zen inside, the words of Master Xuan Ce came.

"In the past, Xuan Ce entered the underworld, turned the evil soul, and purified the underworld, during which he encountered a lot of difficulties, but fortunately with the help of the Son of the Underworld, for hundreds of years, he responded to his requests, and he was grateful. ”

"Today, today, when the poor monks are in the limit, when the poor monks are destroyed, the source of the demon path will also be extinct. ”

"From now on, the source of the Three Realms Demon Dao will be cut off, and the remaining troubles will have to invite the White Lotus Jade Spirit Fairy of the Huanhua Pavilion to clear the reincarnation. ”

"I hope that in the future, the Three Realms will be peaceful, the world will be harmonious, and no one in the world will do evil, so that the earth will be empty, like a happy land, and the son of the cloudy sky will be able to be free from all things. ”

"The poor monk and the Yin Tianzi have known each other for hundreds of years, and have met less than three times, but they have become like close friends. ”

"Xuan Ce is ashamed of all sentient beings, don't think about it. ”

......

The voice slowly spread.

The luster on the seal gradually faded.

The Heavenly Son of the Upper Shadow suddenly fell silent.

General Jiuli's face changed, and he said in a deep voice: "This is the monk under the eighteenth hell?"

The Heavenly Son of the Upper Yin nodded and said, "It's him." ”

General Jiuli said in a muffled voice: "The deity can't hear it, what does he mean by his words?"

The Heavenly Son of the Upper Yin closed his eyes slightly, and said in a deep voice: "Master Xuance, the limit is approaching, and it is about to be destroyed." ”

General Jiuli was suddenly shocked and exclaimed: "This monk is the candidate of the Dao Ancestor in the past, who was found from the mortal world to guard the hell and clear the underworld, if he is destroyed, will the underworld have to reproduce the chaos of the past in the future?"

The Heavenly Son of the Upper Yin Dynasty looked heavy, and said: "Master Xuan Ce said that the source of the Demon Dao will be extinct with him, leaving only the remaining troubles, and the Jade Spirit Fairy of the Huanhua Pavilion can be reincarnated clearly. ”

General Jiuli's face changed again and again, and he said: "No! In order to find this monk back then, the emperor didn't know how much work it took, how could he be wiped out inexplicab......ly?

The Son of Heaven stretched out his hand and said, "The hour has come, and the emperor is coming." ”

Jiu Li was about to continue speaking.

However, at this moment, the light in front of the road flickered.

A golden sheen manifests.

I saw a young man walking in the golden light.

But I saw this young man, dressed in a light yellow shirt, walking slowly.

On closer inspection, this young man looks like he is in his twenties, with good facial features, clear and upright, an indifferent expression, and a majestic posture between his eyebrows.

He walked slowly with his hands behind his back.

"Meet the Emperor. ”

"Meet the Emperor. ”

Whether it is the Heavenly Son of the Underworld or the General of Jiuli, they all showed respect and gave a salute.

The young man put his hands behind his back, his eyes swept over the burly and armored General Jiuli, and then turned to look at the Heavenly Son of the Upper Yin Heaven who was dressed in a black robe and gold stripes.

"In the past, I gave you a seal and ordered you to hand it over to Xuan Ce in the name of the Yin Tianzi, so that he could be justified in the underworld, but where is the seal now?"

"Back to the emperor, the seal is here. ”

"Fetch it. "The young man's voice is flat.

"Yes. The Son of Heaven took out the seal and offered it with both hands.

"Fortunately, it is not damaged. The emperor accepted the seal, his eyebrows sank slightly, and he said slowly: "Lead me to go to Xuance's residence." ”

"The minister commanded. "The Son of Heaven bowed down and immediately led the way.

"Let's go. ”

The emperor waved his hand and said in a low voice, "I hope it's too late." ”

——

Eighteen layers of hell.

Inside the Buddhist temple.

This is the scripture that the Buddha taught to the poor monks in the past. ”

Xuan Ce took the scriptures and said: "Although the poor monk has gone through the past and present lives, and there are many hardships in this life, and finally burned his body and returned to the underworld, this Buddhist scripture has always existed, and now it is taught to you, I hope you can transform the evil spirits in your heart as soon as possible, so that they can be reborn." ”

Xiao Shami took the Buddhist scriptures, took half a step back, and retreated behind Su Ting.

Ge Ju sighed, intending to stop it, but finally fell silent.

Xuan Ce looked at Su Ting and said, "The poor monk has explained the future affairs clearly, and Mr. Su can also be exempted from the crime this time, and he should have great merit, so please take action." ”

Su Ting's expression was complicated, and he reached into his arms and took out a red gourd.

He held the Immortal Slashing Flying Knife, and his heart was very dull.

In the past, he used to kill immortals with flying knives, all of them were surging in his heart, and he had the idea of killing the enemy, which can be described as a boiling heart.

However, taking out this immortal flying knife today, there is no killing opportunity, no interest, only dullness.

"Mage, let's go!"

Su Ting let go of the gourd with both hands, hovering it in mid-air, then took a step back, bowed, and said in his mouth: "Please ......"

Before the sound started, a cold wind suddenly came.

This cold wind, full of murderous intent, pointed directly at Su Ting's waist!

Sudden change!

Su Ting's complexion changed suddenly, and he suddenly turned sideways, and his right hand gathered immortal magic in an instant, protecting his waist and blocking the cold wind.

However, in a hurry, even Su Ting couldn't help but snort, and the body of the Yang God burst out and crashed into a corner of the Buddhist temple.

Xiao Shami's expression was hideous, and he held the demon pestle in his hand, and further hit Su Ting.

"Stop!"

Ge Ju's expression changed greatly, and he was busy stretching out his hand to make a splash of brilliance and protect Su Ting.

And at this moment, the little novice raised the demon pestle, but could not fall.

"Nan no Amitabha!"

Master Xuan Ce's voice sounded, and he said astringently, "Even you can't stand the demonic qi under the eighteenth layer of hell?"