A strong sense of crisis filled his brain, and he might be able to shatter the barrier in just one time by casting the eighth ancient text, "I need time!!" Qiangu tore off his shirt, revealing his chest, the fierce beast tattoo on his chest was revealed in the void, with an undoubted sense of crisis, Qiangu could only fight.

He pressed his chest, there was no movement, the soul body in the distance looked at the fierce beast on his chest and let out a terrifying scream, they trembled their bodies, and when they turned around, the blue mark on his arm appeared, and the familiar blue figure appeared, he turned his head to look at Qiangu, he noticed the inexplicable familiarity between the two of them, like the connection of blood, which could not be cut off, when Qiangu saw the face of the blue figure, it was a young man with the same face as himself, with an evil smile.

He stepped into the soul body, and a blue vortex appeared, until all the soul bodies emitted terrifying fear, and the evil blue figure walked out, seeing that the hair on his body had turned purple and blue, floating in the air, with a total of innate loneliness.

"You!!" The eighth ancient text in Qiangu's hand at this time was also written, the barrier was directly shattered, and he turned his hand to write the ninth ancient text, pushing out the fragments of the void, and in the blink of an eye, the first ray of light appeared, and the blue figure reached out again, holding the floating lantern.

Everything in front of him has changed drastically, he sits halfway up a mountain, the pain in his whole body reappears, stimulating his brain, making him clench his teeth, and he gains the feeling of the flesh so that Qiangu still gets hope.

"Are you going to wake up?"

"Hey, uncle, he's awake!!" said a childish child's voice in the jungle, followed by a monk on crutches walking out of the grass with a look of great surprise.

"The soul can be revived by self-help, and it is also a great luck that the mortal body can be like this!!"

"I don't know who did it, Amitabha. ”

Qian Gu opened his eyes, his face was pale, and the clouds were shrouded, and the Heavenly Realm Gui Rong said, "Donor, your soul is already missing the second one, I'm afraid that if you don't find the second one, I'm afraid that the time will not be long." The monk said calmly.

"Donor, who have you met?"

Qian Gu looked at his chest, spit out a mouthful of blood, his face was extremely pale, his hands were already useless, and he didn't have any strength to move his body. He spat out the words with difficulty, "Cultivator!!"

Qian Gu realized that his second soul was on top of the iron sword, and was absorbed in it, and now he could still perceive the existence of the iron sword, although there was no existence of the cultivator's divine sense, but the feeling in the mist filled his heart.

The monk saw that Qiangu was struggling to survive, and sighed, "Donor and follow me to the temple to recuperate for a while!" "And see that you have been seriously injured by the vicious people. Before Qiangu could respond, he fell into a deep sleep again.

In fact, this mountain is called Jiuli, in the state of the prosperous era, the silkworm tribe gathers, mixed with the tribes of other states, Buddhism originates in the far state, scattered leaves settle in the state of the prosperous world, this state is quite prosperous a hundred years ago, the lord of the holy light gave the sword to suppress the remains of the ghost sect, there are three leaves of Taoism from this place to emerge, breaking out of the sky, the three leaves of the clan were born, for the alien spirit clan, suppressing this state, the sword for the lord of the holy light to balance the state of the odd number.

This mountain is rooted by the Buddha, become a Buddha sect in this state, there are three swords of heavenly light exist, a thousand orphans are brought into the Buddha sect, the Buddha is shrouded in mist, the Buddha light is on a pagoda, shining in the sky. When he woke up, his hands were already conscious, his whole body was half restored, and he moved his body.

The monk heard the movement in the room, approached the room, and said, "Donor, are you awake?"

"My name is Dharma!"

Qiangu clenched his fists very politely and said, "Qiangu, mortal!!"

"I don't think the donor is like a mortal body, and the degree of physical recovery is comparable to that of a Taoist priest who has just entered cultivation. ”

Qiangu was also helpless and nodded, "My body is strange, and my recovery is extremely strong." ”

Fazang nodded, "No wonder the benefactor is worried about the monks, so be careful. ”

Fazang knew that Qiangu was not an ordinary person, and he was not interested in the secrets of his body, because the Buddha's path was not something that mortals could understand, and he did not understand it.

"The donor can listen to the Buddhist scriptures in the temple, which is of great benefit to you, but the donor cannot enter the gate behind the main hall, which is a Buddhist cultivation and cannot be disturbed. ”