Liu Yi was shocked, he suddenly thought of what happened twenty years ago, and thought of the worst battle he lost, that is, from that time on, his ranking in the martial arts rankings fell again and again, until he fell to the bottom.

"It seems that His Majesty really needs to take action. Although Liu Yi showed a demon body, he still had no bottom in his heart when he looked at the current Tuobazhen, and felt that what was standing there was a behemoth who could take his life at any time.

When he was deeply hesitant, he suddenly saw several cold lights passing overhead, and it was his godson Liu Yuan who weaved the cold silk of the South China Sea into a net and launched an offensive towards Tuoba Zhen.

"No! danger!" was shouted, but it was too late. Tuoba Zhen's eyes were cold, and he disappeared from the spot at a terrifying speed, broke through the net with his powerful hands, and pounced directly on Liu Yuan, and slapped him when the latter waved his palm to resist, and the fleshy palm directly penetrated Liu Yuan's palm that condensed martial arts, shattering his head like knocking a watermelon.

What's more, Tuoba Zhen didn't give Liu Yuan a chance to appear a second life, and swallowed all the unjust ghosts and ghosts that flew out of the wound, and burped. Liu Yuan's head exploded, he fell to the ground weakly, and his godson died like this, losing two lives in the blink of an eye.

Another godson, Liu Jin, was so frightened that he peed his pants, trembling and trembling, not daring to say a word, not daring to move.

Tuoba Zhen turned around covered in blood, as if he was a demon from the Shura Hell, and looked at Liu Yi with gloomy eyes: "Think about my proposal carefully, this is your only hope of survival." ”

The great eunuch Liu Yi watched his beloved godson die, and he couldn't do anything about it, because the moment Tuoba Zhen started, he had already understood the abyss-like gap between the two. It turns out that Tuoba Zhen has never used his true skills, and it turns out that this is his real strength.

The sound of the fierce fight downstairs could no longer reach his ears, and Liu Yi stood in place in a daze, looking at a loss. After a long time, he gritted his teeth and put on a fighting posture again: "The person who is born is the master, and the ghost who dies is the master, I, Liu Yi, will never give in to you!"

He made up his mind to make a move, but was suddenly stopped in front of him by a figure, and if he looked closely, the person was also wearing a dragon robe, and his appearance was somewhat similar to Tuobazhen, with a white face and sharp eyes, as young as a young man in his twenties.

Overjoyed, he said, "Your Majesty!"

"You've done a good job, step down, it's a battle between father and son! "The old emperor finally appeared, and his body was restored to the time when he was young, his skin was smooth, and he was completely free from sickness and old age.

A pair of narrow eyes released a sharp light, and after telling what was going on, he turned his eyes to look at his son: "Emperor, your queen mother is kind to me, if possible, I really don't want to kill you with my own hands!"

......

I'm afraid that the eldest prince and the tenth prince would never have dreamed that one day they would join forces to deal with their biological father.

With the palace and the palace of the eldest prince falling into a bitter battle at the same time, another group of people could not hold back their desires and were eager to join the battle. The leader of this group of people is the most hidden six princes, Tuoba Shou. In addition to a group of literati and ink writers, his subordinates also have demon cult masters lurking in the imperial capital, the most famous of which are the White Bone Ancestor and Lothar.

Tuoba Shou received a report from the spies that the Ten Princes had left the prison and led five hundred dead soldiers into the palace. He knew that his opportunity had come, once the tenth brother killed his father, he would become the murderer of the emperor, and he only needed to kill him and replace him, so that he could rightfully inherit the throne.

Tuoba Shou has been holding back for so long, and what he has been waiting for is this moment.

His subordinates have the pen to build momentum, and there are demon cult masters who can eliminate dissidents, and there is no reason to fail.

Tuoba Shou couldn't help laughing, and finally saw hope after enduring it for so long, which made him smile deeply. He said to the people behind him: "It's time, Aiqing, now that my father is in trouble, please follow me into the palace to suppress the rebellion!"

"In accordance with the will of His Royal Highness the Prince, I am willing to serve the dogs and horses!" the whole government responded. As Tuoba Shou's staff, they have always been looking forward to this moment, because only when Tuoba Shou goes further and gains more power can they share more wealth and power with them.

United, Tuoba Shou was about to lead his troops out of the palace and smash the palace, never imagined that at this time, an ordinary figure blocked their way and cut off Tuoba Shou's ambitions. The White Bone Ancestor and Lothar were shocked at the same time, when and how this person appeared, the two of them were unaware of it, which showed that his strength was unfathomable.

Standing there was a bald head, wearing a white robe that only the most noble monks could wear, with a bald head and six scars on his head, and he stood motionless, releasing an aura of tranquility from the inside out.

"Amitabha, where are you going, Lord Six, why are there people from the Demon Sect in your house. The monk folded his hands, had no fear in the face of the demons, had a peaceful aura, and his face was clean and young, who else could there be but a pure spirit.

Tuoba Shou saw the face of the person in front of him clearly, and said in a trembling tone: "Lord Host, why are you here?"

"Amitabha! The little monk passed by here, and noticed the condensation of filthy breath, so he came in to take a look, and he didn't expect that His Highness actually harbored the demons of the Demon Sect in the mansion. The Pure Spirit Monk stomped his feet, and eighteen monks with white sticks ran into the hall, and the tips of the sticks rushed out. The leader is young, with a scar on his head, wearing a beige robe, guarded by a divine glow, he is polite, his eyes are soothing, and he looks like he is a profound person. This person used to be a member of the staff of the Great Prince, and at that time he was the deputy hall master of the lecture hall, and later the Pure Spirit Monk became the host, and he was transferred to the precept hall as the hall master, and he was also the chief of the eighteen arhats. This person is a monk of the Buddhist Virtue generation, and his Dharma name is Deshan.

At first glance, Deshan and Jingling are the same age, and their bearing is more than Jingling, if it weren't for the beige robe, I really think he is the leader of the monks.

"Amitabha, when did the disciples of the Demon Sect be allowed to enter and leave casually in Chang'an City, I don't think much of Lingyin Temple is in my eyes. The Pure Spirit Monk's soft gaze passed through the Six Princes and landed on the White Bone Ancestor.

The White Bone Ancestor had already heard of the Pure Spirit, and when he looked at him, his heart sank, and he responded in a hoarse voice: "Pure Spirit, have you forgotten that you have an appointment with the Holy Sect Master!"

"Amitabha! Your Excellency is the White Bone Ancestor of the Ghost Worship Sect. ”

"It's this seat. ”

"Amitabha, the White Bone Ancestor, you have lived for hundreds of years, and you should know the truth of this time and that time. ”

"So, stinky monk, you are determined to meet us in battle. ”

"Give you two ways, either start a war with the Lingyin Temple now, or leave the imperial capital immediately, and the little monk will not have happened today. ”

"To put it lightly, we are here on order, and if we can't complete the task, how can we explain to the Holy Sect Master. ”

"That's not something that the little monk needs to ask, there are only two ways for the little monk to go. The monk is compassionate, and in his heart, the little monk does not want to see the Buddha and the Demon Sect meet each other. ”

"Hmph, if you say that the most hypocritical sect in the world, Buddhism is really well-deserved. ”

"I don't need you to judge. ”

"If this seat leaves like this today, the Holy Sect will no longer have the face to gain a foothold in Kyushu, so, let's go to war, I want to understand the power of your new host. ”

"Amitabha, the donor put down the butcher's knife and become a Buddha on the spot. ”

"This seat is not someone you can deduce. ”

Listening to the conversation between the two, Tuoba Shou became more and more irritable, he never imagined that when the goal was about to be achieved, the current Lingyin Temple presiding meeting suddenly appeared in his mansion, cutting off the way forward. Seeing that there were many discordant voices among the literati and artists, they knew that once the identity of the Demon Sect was exposed, their support for them might be greatly reduced, and they sighed in their hearts - they were afraid that the general trend had gone.

After struggling for a long time, he decided to make peace from it: "Master of White Bones, according to this king, it is better to see more than one thing, or ......"

Before the words were finished, the White Bone Ancestor had already narrowed his eyes and said sternly: "Your Highness, the so-called winner is the king and the loser Kou, do you have to easily admit defeat before you have fought before! You don't want to think that if you admit defeat now, your brothers in the palace will let you go after they ascend the throne." ”

"But!"

"Needless to say, it is the intention of the Holy Sect Master to help you ascend to the throne, and we must carry out the order. ”

"That'...... I can only have to work for you. Seeing the resolute attitude of the White Bone Ancestor, Tuoba Shou had no choice but to retreat behind him in a gloomy manner, and the White Bone Ancestor and Lothar stood up one after another, one facing the Pure Spirit Monk and the other facing the Deshan Monk, with great killing intent! The two of them showed the consistent style of the Demon Sect in their dedication to war.

The Pure Spirit Monk didn't care, and folded his hands and said, "Amitabha, if I don't go to hell, who will go to hell!" The palms of the fold emitted a tranquil light, and the surrounding space appeared distorted lines, and by the time the space returned to normal, the four masters had already left the prince's mansion and came to the deep mountains and old forests where they were located.

Lothar couldn't help but admire: "What a powerful space spell, this guy is not simple." ”

The White Bone Ancestor said: "Whatever, how powerful a little monk can be." Let's kill this monk, the dragons of Lingyin Temple have no leader, maybe they can directly overwhelm the territory and occupy the entire people's country. ”

Lothar said, "It's a method. It happened that the Pure Heart Monk had been banished from the imperial capital, and now was the time for the Holy Sect to occupy the kingdom. ”

The Pure Spirit Monk interrupted the conversation between the two with a smile and said, "Amitabha, the little monk thinks that if your brilliant Holy Sect Master was here, he would definitely not make such a stupid decision. Because he deeply knew that the biggest enemy of Lingyin Temple now was the Shushan Dao Sect rather than the Demon Sect, so he could temporarily withdraw and wait for the dragon and tiger to fight, and then sit back and reap the benefits of the fisherman. ”

The White Bone Ancestor said: "Stinky monk, don't use the Holy Sect Master to press this seat, you yourself are too ignorant and trying to stop the Holy Sect's plan in the human kingdom, you deserve to die." ”

"Amitabha, if I don't go to hell, who will go to hell. ”

"Then you go to hell. "The body of the White Bone Ancestor was covered by a black robe, holding a bone staff, looking old, like a great wizard in charge of life and death. Although he is cautious, he is fierce by nature and ruthless. With the bone staff raised, the power of the dead was released, enveloping a radius of ten kilometers.

Lothar had been cooperating with him for a long time, and he had already had a tacit understanding, and when he saw him make a big move, he took a step back and disappeared in the void.

Deshan, who had not said a word, said with a worried face: "Presiding, the White Bone Ancestor is to build a bridge between the underworld and the present world, summon a favorable combat environment for him, and it is better to stop it in advance." ”

The Pure Spirit Monk smiled slightly, and asked lightly, "What are you going to do?"

"Why don't the two of us join forces to chant the Buddhist scriptures and ruin his plan in one fell swoop. ”

"Yes, but Deshan, the White Bone Ancestor just mentioned that there was an agreement between the Buddha Sect and the Demon Sect, aren't you curious about the contents. ”

"Deshan is not curious, when there are some things that should be known, the host will naturally let Deshan know. ”

"Amitabha! Ignorance, desirelessness, and lack of desire are the foundation of a monk's life, and you have done a good job, and I am not wrong. ”

Xie presided over the praise. ”

"As you said, let's join forces to get rid of demons!"

After speaking, Monk Jingling and Monk Deshan closed their eyes at the same time and folded their hands. The glow of holiness shone behind them, and the mysterious words of the Buddha flowed out of their mouths like a trickle, "Contemplating one's own mind, not being moved by all things in the world or out of the world, always abiding in silence in one's heart, being able to be wise and compassionate, taking great enlightenment and affection as one's own responsibility, oneself has been liberated without hindrance, and can liberate others without hindrance, and can save many sentient beings, so that they can be liberated from birth and death......"

The so-called misty Buddha language has a Sanskrit (mortal) sound. The Mahayana scriptures of Buddhism spoken by the two of them clearly flow into the heart, and have the effect of enlightenment and thunder. But if you think about it carefully, you can't find anything, and you can't remember one of the words, just because there is a difference in thinking.

Buddhism is a sect that uses the suffering of one's own body to save all sentient beings, and the more enlightened the monks, the more they have a firm will, although the pure spirit monk's thinking is extreme, it is not a special interpretation and understanding of Buddhism. If you talk about the profundity of the Dharma, you can recover all your memories and let the body of great compassion dominate the body.

The misty Buddha's words flowed into his heart like a trickle, and every word he and Deshan spit out condensed into a golden entity, galloping through the underworld space summoned by the White Bone Ancestor. This one supernatural power alone is enough to be comparable to the mountain and river fan of Chaohua Peak.

The yellow flags on all sides were planted on the land beside the ancestor of the white bones at some point, and the demon wind was howling, blowing so that the yellow flags were hunting. The White Bone Ancestor raised his bone staff in his right hand to release a faint green light, forcibly summoning a corner of the underworld to descend into the present world.