The tower bell of the Buddha sect was ringed, the monks of the whole sect knelt in front of the main hall, listening to the Buddhist scriptures, Qiangu passed by the main hall at this time, walked to a corner, the silence of the main hall made people hairy, with the sound of the Buddha to follow, he listened to one of the clear words, so that his mind was calm.

The iron sword gatekeeper who was far away by the lotus pond kept stroking this iron sword in his hand, and this sword seemed to be like broken iron, without any life or divine power. No matter how much he explored, he never figured out the rules.

"I am your servant of the king, and the person closest to you can't control this sword!!"

He stretched out his tongue and licked it on the iron sword, and smiled slightly, "The blood of the Yu people, part of your soul should be engraved in this sword, within two months, if you don't come, you will definitely die, then this sword will also belong to me." ”

"Fortunately, I still have three drops of Yuren's blood, and I can control him three times, two months is enough, waiting for you to get it!!"

The old man dropped this drop of blood on the iron sword and made a burning sound, and with a wave of his hand, the iron sword emitted a dazzling red glow, "It's good that I didn't use his blood, otherwise the iron sword will automatically look for his soul when it is summoned by blood, these three drops are enough for me." Haha"

"What's the use of you being a Yuren, the Lord of the Holy Light is dead, the remnants of the veins, the king of people doesn't know where to go, only the powerful power is in my hands, I can break through the two domains and get out of here. ”

"I've been waiting for this day for a long time!!" The laughter of the Iron Sword Guardian filled the entire village, and the villagers were like mechanical golems, without any human warmth in the village.

At this time, a series of scriptures sounded in the main hall, and these scriptures reached Qiangu's ears, like a bell ringing, hitting his eardrums, making his whole mind on the scriptures.

He heard the awakening of all things, a flower seed suppressed by the boulder, under the call of the spring rain, the scriptures were like a warm spring breeze, blowing into the veins of all things, with the soft impact of the force, constantly rebounding and impacting the boulder, and the power of the scriptures was transformed into a carving knife carved Buddha patterns on the boulder, exuding a faint light.

It was as if the flower was planted under the boulder and roared, and he carried an unwilling anger, "If the Buddha is not angry, he will kill the demon if he is angry." This Buddha voice precipitated in its body and was engraved on its stems and leaves, "If I believe in the Buddha, the Buddha can give me light and give me the power to break through the shackles."

"Please receive my devout faith in longing for the light, I am a believer. Its whole body was purified, and with madness, with a precipitated Buddha will, he sent a huge impact towards the boulder, "Why stop me from stepping into the Heavenly Dao, I am not willing to fate." After a short shock, he let out an even more crazy impact, and in just a few breaths, he kept struggling to break, "If I can't break the boulder, I'll never be able to open my eyes, I'll never see the world, I'll never see it!!" His rhizome underwent a mutation, and a series of scripture blessings appeared, running through his body, sending out the most powerful sacrifice, the most terrifying impact.

In the impact, the boulder broke through a corner, revealing a direction to the outside world, he struggled to stretch out the earth, revealing a rhizome, frantically absorbing the breath of the outside of the earth, he saw the breath of the sky, the vast and invisible boundary, countless lives revealed the most dazzling figure, sliding down the dew above, dripping on his rhizome, moisturizing him and continuing to grow, gradually the wind gradually rose, he lost the original support of the earth, the boulder resisted behind him, the scriptures on his body were revealed, slightly shattered in the wind, and the lives around him had thick branches and leaves, fearless of the wind, laughing at it in the wind, he became afraid, he saw the wind in the sky, with the power of destruction, he struggled to grow.

At this time, his consciousness changed, the boulder behind him still did not move, helping him resist everything in the wind, under the ridicule of all things, he was still silent, gradually, he was familiar with the existence of the boulder, he pierced the rhizome deeper, leaning on the boulder in the sky to reveal his own figure, gradually the seasons changed, he was old, no longer had the courage to break through the sky, just hugged the boulder, depended on each other, one day he fell off himself, "I want to go and see it from afar!!"

On that day, he turned into a dead leaf, and flew into the sky with the wind, only one seed fell under the boulder, and time precipitated, and he continued to be suppressed by the boulder, and the boulder remained silent.