"Believe it or not, it's all here. ”

Wei Lingshan smiled and said softly: "It's Yi Jushi, why do you think of Lanling City?"

Put away the black monk robe girl who put away the oil paper umbrella, leaned the paper umbrella against the door of the ancient temple hall, after hearing the words, twisted the hem of the monk's clothes, the wide cuffs swayed with the wind, she stood on tiptoe, stepped on the clean ground in the temple, stepped lightly under a Bodhisattva statue in the hall, and half knelt on the futon.

Yi Xiao'an closed his eyes and said softly: "According to the rules, the temple has to come to Lanling City at this time of year to pray for His Majesty and go to disaster for Qi Liang. ”

Wei Lingshan was slightly stunned.

Then came the sound of someone outside the ancient temple struggling to push open the huge wooden door.

A series of sounds of treading water, clogs crackling, dozens of small bald heads laughing and shouting like a tide poured in, and then saw a young woman in purple standing outside the hall, these little novices suddenly restrained their smiles, patted each other's sleeves with their left and right hands, and dusted off the dust.

The little monks were solemn one by one, bowed their heads and saluted, chanted the Buddha's name, walked past Wei Lingshan one after another, and then respectfully came to the hall, after Yi Xiao'an got up, lined up and saluted the Bodhisattva Buddha King Kong in the hall one by one.

Yi Xiao'an's face was calm, he walked out of the hall, and walked to Wei Lingshan's side.

She didn't go to look at the county lord, but looked in a certain direction with her.

Wei Lingshan was in a trance.

It wasn't until Yi Xiaoan finished speaking, after a long pause, that she realized that it was now close to the end of the year, and at this time of year, close to the end of the year, Qi Liang would invite the Great Banyan Temple to come to Lanling City as a guest, say the law, pray for prayers, and eliminate disasters.

It turned out that the time was so fast.

The black-robed girl in the layman suit beside her asked softly.

"So...... What about you?"

Wei Lingshan didn't know how to answer, she thought for a while, but was silent.

Yi Xiaoan asked with some doubts, "How did you come to Lanling City?"

This ancient temple is very clean.

The little novice has just arrived.

It shows that it is not these little novices who clean the ancient temple.

Yi Xiaoan thought it was done by the woman in purple beside her.

As a result, Wei Lingshan smiled bitterly and said, "I don't know ...... either."

She stretched out a hand and pointed to the far north, with a slight annoyance between her words.

"I was there just now, and then I was here. ”

Yi Xiaoan suddenly realized.

The county lord explained in particular seriousness: "That person said that he wanted me to wait for him for a while. So I'm just standing here and waiting for him for a while. ”

Yi Xiaoan asked, "That person?"

Wei Lingshan snorted: "That person." ”

Then she shook her head again: "It's him, it's not him." ”

"I see. ”

Yi Xiaoan lowered his eyebrows and said: "It doesn't matter who said this, it's enough to wait for him." ”

Wei Lingshan didn't speak this time, not even a mumb.

After a while, the little novices made their basic salutes from the hall, crept out of the temple door cautiously, leaning against the brick wall step by step, one by one, holding their breath.

Yi Xiaoan suddenly smiled: "Then you wait, I hope he will come back soon." ”

Wei Lingshan looked at the girl in the black-robed layman's suit, the woman had a faint murderous aura on her body, it seemed that she should have broken the killing ring over the years, she didn't bring a sword, but the sword aura on the oil-paper umbrella was even richer than Ren Pingsheng's, at this time she smiled, but there was no malice at all, but it was like a blooming spring bud, black and solemn, restrained and beautiful.

Yi Xiaoan picked up the umbrella, opened it with a "snap", and walked into the rain.

The rain began again.

She whispered, "I'm not waiting. I can't wait. ”

Wei Lingshan looked at the group of small novices who covered their bald heads with green sleeves behind her, and walked out of the ancient temple and entered the carriage a little bloated.

The rain crackled and smashed into the puddles.

The woman holding an umbrella in one hand, and the other hand crossed an arc from top to bottom, and the sword qi burst out with the fingertips in the sleeve, touching the ground and rebounding, supporting the barrier, and the majestic rain bounced away from thirty zhang away, and the sword qi barrier was so large that it enveloped the entire ancient temple.

Wei Lingshan was a little stunned.

She didn't know what Yi Xiaoan had experienced during this time.

But she knew that the five demons that had been evaluated before, except for the senior brother, I am afraid that there was no one who could have such a majestic amount of sword qi in the nine-rank stage like Yi Xiao'an.

Today's Yi Xiao, if he does not use the Great Yuan Qi Sword, it will never be possible to create such a scene that Yi Xiao'an brought with his hands before.

Perfect Nine Pins.

How difficult it is for Yi Xiao to get the perfect nine-grade creation, Wei Lingshan knows better than everyone, and they all know that the earlier Liangjiacheng massacre, the bottom of Chunlei Lake shook Dongjun hard, and fled all the way to Donglai Dao, Suling Dao, until Beigusu Dao, got the consummation of the divine soul, and then went to the South China Sea Holy Society, along the way, countless lives and deaths have passed, and if there is a slight difference, it will be a failure.

The five demons, except for the senior brother, all have their hearts and minds on the "Perfect Nine Grades", and the black-robed girl in the lay suit in front of her actually reached this level of realm at such a terrifying speed?

If it's another ten years.

Undoubtedly, the first person in the world.

No matter how much His Majesty Qi Liang suppressed the rivers and lakes, it would be impossible for him to suppress the rapid entry of such a great demon.

This is indeed the most wicked cultivator in the world.

If you don't have enough talent, how can you do this?

Only Qingshi, who was sitting in the Great Banyan Temple, knew that even Yi Xiao'an had a lot of difficulty if he wanted to do this.

The most difficult thing is to cut through all the distractions.

All kinds of thoughts are like clouds of smoke in the eyes and vanished.

There is a saying on the Holy Island, if you don't go crazy, you won't survive.

In the Great Banyan Temple, do not forget me, do not become a Buddha.

The world is a lover, and the road is ruthless.

......

......

Yi Xiao'an, who walked out of the Big Banyan Temple, sent Xiao Shami to sit in the carriage, she stood outside the ancient temple covered by her sword qi barrier, with a wall behind her, and slowly turned around, as if she saw a purple-clothed woman inside, still waiting for someone to come back in a daze.

She stood in the rain, holding an oil-paper umbrella, and sniffed her nose lightly, sniffing the lingering familiarity in the air, indicating that the man had indeed been here.

This remote suburb outside Lanling City, the ancient temple repaired, is the dojo of Guanyin Bodhisattva.

The plaques are all worn out and have been worn out in the rain.

Great Compassion Temple.

Guanyin, listen to the sound of the world.

She whispered, "Someone is waiting for you, this time, don't be late." ”

I don't know if this sentence will be heard by that person.

Yi Xiaoan frowned suddenly, looking to the north, and a vertical pupil slowly appeared in the center of her eyebrows.

One of the six supernatural powers of Buddhism.

She seemed to see the far north, the bleak scene that was happening there.

......

......

The Daji Mountains, outside the city of Liangjia.

The demon beast tide has long since retreated, and the iron cavalry of Liangjia City has also been withdrawn.

The four wildernesses of the Great Wilderness, the real emptiness and no one, the dark clouds in the sky, the dome light that let go, overflowed in an instant, illuminating the entire Liangjia City as bright as day, and then the bright light suddenly exploded, and the aurora that everyone couldn't take their eyes off suddenly converged.

A figure fell from the sky.

The Daji Mountains shook sullenly.

The figure stepped out of a large depression with a radius of dozens of feet, and even so, he still did not fall, but his knees were slightly bent, his face was as white as paper, and he held a curled female body in his arms.

In the pit, the blood-red lotus robe hunted and was blown up by the wind, but in an instant, it turned into ashes and floated away, revealing the man's black close-fitting soft armor that had been worn out.

He took a deep breath and looked to the sky.

There was thunder in the sky, and an angry and hoarse roar was heard.

Immediately after that, a huge finger was slowly pressed, shining with golden light, and if this finger pressed, if it touched Liangjia City, I am afraid that the entire city could be easily pressed to ashes.

It's just that this finger only exposes a fingertip of more than ten feet, and then it doesn't look like a "press", but ......

Falling.

There was a huge fracture on the golden fingertips, as if it had been cut off by a sword, and it lost all its support, and it fell into the mortal world.

And the moment it fell, the brilliant golden luck that condensed into this finger collapsed.

These are all heavenly fortunes.

The man in the blood-red lotus robe opened his mouth slightly, the dragon roared and the tiger roared, swallowing most of the qi luck into his abdomen, and his whole person's spirit seemed to have fallen to the bottom, if he swallowed this qi luck in his abdomen, he might be able to return to the peak.

It's just that the face of the small hall is resolute, and after swallowing this breath of luck, he bowed his head slightly, and gave the luck snatched from the sky to the woman in his arms without leaking.

Liang Liang closed her eyes tightly, her face was pale, she was powerless to shrink into the arms of His Royal Highness, the whole person shook gently, clutched Yi Xiao's sleeves, blood overflowed from her mouth and nose, and it didn't look better.

Yi Xiao narrowed her eyes and looked at the dome.

Countless pitch-black silk threads kept falling, like drizzling silk threads, smashing into Liang Liang's body.

These are the bad luck that the sword qi cannot cut down.

If these luck luck is allowed to fall again, then even if he kills to the heavens and the heavens again, it will be useless to cut off all the remaining nine fingers.

He stood silent in the wilderness.

He didn't know what else to do.

The best way to fight fate is to kill it.

But he had already slain the heavens.

There was a quick, painful cry from his bosom.

Dajun lowered his head and saw Liang Liang looking up.

Golden luck returns.

He squinted his eyes, enjoying the feeling of this return of power, like his feet on the clouds, high above, only to glimpse it and fall back into hell.

The seven orifices on the forehead of the woman in her arms are slowly giving birth to vermilion fluff, and the snow-white and delicate ankles have begun to give birth to one piece after another.

She was no longer able to maintain her human form.

The Maharaja breathed heavily.

He wanted to kill again for nine days.

If he cuts off another finger, will he be able to quench his thirst by drinking a donkey?

Then a hand pressed lightly on his shoulder.

The Maharaja turned his head a little bewildered, looking at the man in white who had "quietly" approached him.

The man was calm, holding the scabbard at his waist with one hand, and his fingertips snapped to close the sword.

The silk threads of misfortune in the sky, like big beads and small beads falling on the jade plate, crackled and smashed on the earth at this moment, and disappeared.

How to cultivate, Gong Shen to this point?

Spring and Autumn Thousands of Swords.

Only this sword.

Tens of millions of people in spring and autumn.

This is the only one.