In the process of Jiang Huan's surrender to the Demon Pestle, the nameless monk's eyelids trembled slightly, and a burst of dark and rich aura escaped from the top of his head, slowly flowing to envelop the nameless monk.

Soon, a pitch-black aura floated in the void, and the figure of the nameless monk was hidden in the darkness.

Suddenly, there were fluctuations above the black aura, and a string of purple-black bead chains rose slowly, and the bead chains were about hundreds of beads connected in series, each bead was round and full in appearance, but under the purple-black background, it looked weird and cold, making people shudder.

The purple and black bead chain slowly hovered above the black fog, and the black streamer fell from each bead, and when it fell to the bottom of the black fog, the bottom of the streamer turned to connect, and as the speed of the bead chain accelerated, the streamer below also rotated, forming a strange ripple around the black fog.

......

Jiang Huan's eyes flashed, and the sword finger in his right hand suddenly pointed out towards the black mist, and a golden finger print shot out, when the golden finger print touched the black ripple, although the black ripple appeared to stagnate for a short time, but the golden finger print shattered instantly, turning into a little golden light sprinkled out.

"It's... This bald donkey is really difficult......" Jiang Huan looked at the sprinkling golden light, his eyes suddenly froze, and the powerful Vajra finger that he had just cast was deliberately done by him, just to test the black ripples, but he didn't expect that the powerful Vajra finger he used with all his might only made the black ripples ripple for a short time.

Despite this, Jiang Huan's fighting spirit and self-confidence have not diminished at all, as if he had expected the result.

Jiang Huan's right hand turned suddenly, and the black Qinglian Sword appeared in his hand again, and then Jiang Huan's expression was leisurely, showing the meaning of leisure.

At the same time, Jiang Huan stepped on the Seven Star Steps, his right foot was powerful, and his left foot was weightless, the Qinglian Sword in his hand was light and agile, and a golden true qi lingered on the sword body, and the whole had a sense of great ingenuity.

Suddenly, Jiang Huan's eyes flashed, and the leisurely expression in his previous expression was replaced by an indescribable chivalry, and he whispered: "Zhao Keman Hu Ying, Wu Hook Shuang Xueming!"

A clear and melodious voice echoed in the already quiet square, accompanied by a melodious sound, Jiang Huan's right hand shook, and in an instant, a sword slashed upward, a golden sword light about several feet long, exuding a fierce aura and swept towards the black mist.

Qiang Qiang~

The sword light is like a golden moon, and the speed is like chasing the stars and catching the moon, and when it hits the black ripples, the golden light overflows, and the crisp sound of Jin Ge sounds. On the other hand, the black ripples, as if they were burned, continued to escape black gas, but the bead above flashed, the black streamer became more refined and thick, and the escape speed of the black gas gradually slowed down, and the black ripples began to be on par with the golden sword light.

Seeing this, Jiang Huan saw this, the Qinglian Sword in his hand danced rapidly, and several sword lights swung out again in a row, slashing down on the black ripples above.

Jiang Huan looked a little weak, the golden true qi in his body had long been exhausted, and his physical strength had also been exerted to the limit, so he had to pestle his sword and said a little tiredly: "Whew...... See if you're still broken!"

Qiang Qiang ......

Jin Ge's voice sounded one after another, but despite the slashing of the golden sword light, although the black ripples rippled, and a few subtle black qi escaped, it was still as stable as Mount Tai on the whole.

Just when Jiang Huan was feeling a little weak, a strange change in the void protruded, and the coiling purple-black bead chain trembled, and a rich black mist flowed out of it, and in the blink of an eye, the golden sword light was enveloped.

"What ......" Seeing this strange situation, Jiang Huan suddenly felt uneasy and opened his mouth in surprise.

Sure enough, after a few breaths, the purple-black bead chain trembled again, absorbing all the black mist outside the ripples, and when the black mist dissipated, the golden sword light was long gone, and the black ripples were also rotating as always.

"How can you be ...... like this" Several attempts were fruitless, Jiang Huan's heart was a little discouraged, and his eyes became a little dim.

At this moment, the voice of the sword spirit sounded in Jiang Huan's mind, constantly inspiring Jiang Huan. "Master, if you can perform the second form of chivalry, you will definitely be able to break it......!"

Despite this, Jiang Huan learned the first style of chivalry after many days. Especially the cultivation conditions of the second type, the lowest is the foundation building period, which is like chicken ribs for Jiang Huan, who is now building a foundation in half a step.

Jiang Huan bowed his head gloomily and thought, at this time he had a lot of thoughts in his heart, now he was in a dilemma, if he was himself, he couldn't take advantage of the unknown monk to heal his wounds, kill him, and when he recovered, he would have no life at all.

Just when Jiang Huan was depressed, a golden light fell in front of him, and when he raised his eyes, the demon pestle was constantly trembling, suspended in front of Jiang Huan.

The trembling of the demon pestle became more and more violent, and the red dots on the pestle flashed, Jiang Huan saw this, his eyes showed doubts, and he said in surprise: "What does this mean?"

Jiang Huan was puzzled in his heart, and the laughter of the sword spirit suddenly sounded in his mind, it turned out that according to the sword spirit, the demon pestle and the purple and black bead chain belonged to the unknown monk, but when the monk changed, the demon pestle showed resistance, but the purple bead chain was extremely obedient. Looking at the position of the red light on the demon pestle, it is the place where the golden rune seal is imprinted, and in comparison with the two, it is the golden rune seal that makes the demon pestle have the power to resist.

The sword spirit guessed that if Jiang Huan could use the demon pestle to attack the purple-black bead chain, it might have a wonderful effect.

After listening to the sword spirit's speculation, Jiang Huan tentatively said to the demon pestle, "Are you asking me to use you to give it a try?"

As soon as Jiang Huan finished speaking, the demon pestle trembled more intensely, and at the same time kept floating up and down.

"Master, dripping blood to recognize the master!" Jiang Huan was about to make a move, but the sword spirit hurriedly reminded him.

When Jiang Huan heard this, a trace of struggle quickly flashed in his expression, and he immediately stretched out his right hand forward, holding the demon slaying pestle in his hand, and scratched the tip of his left finger with some hesitation.

Jiang Huan placed the demon pestle in front of him, and was about to approach his left hand, when the demon pestle suddenly trembled, broke away from Jiang Huan's right hand, and kept swinging in front of Jiang Huan.

The demon pestle strangely detached, Jiang Huan's eyes sank, he felt that he was being played, and said a little impatiently: "You don't want to recognize me as the master?"

The pestle floats up and down, followed by a rapid swing.

Seeing this, Jiang Huan's heart sank, and the complicated thoughts in his mind kept flashing.

Suddenly, Jiang Huan's eyes lit up, his expression gradually softened, and he said calmly: "Do you want me to help you disperse the black qi in your master's body?

Jiang Huan asked questions one after another, and the demon pestle kept floating up and down, and then, Jiang Huan bowed his head slightly, stretched out his right hand forward again, and held the demon pestle, and the demon pestle did not regenerate.

Jiang Huan looked at the demon slaying pestle in his hand, and then looked up at the black mist above, his eyes lit up, and he made a decision.

At this time, Jiang Huan's true qi in his body had already recovered most of it, and he saw a flash of light in Jiang Huan's eyes, and the gold and white true qi in his body were running rapidly, and the route of running was the operation method of the powerful Vajra palm.

Rumble!

Hearing only a bang, Jiang Huan used the demon pestle to strike hard, bounced him up with his strength, and came to a place close to the black mist.

In the process of the body rising, Jiang Huan's right hand was wrapped in two-color true qi, and the "swastika" character that appeared in the palm of his hand seemed to be pulled, flashing with the red light on the demon pestle, and the word "swastika" quietly appeared on the pestle body, but because Jiang Huan's heart was surging at this time, he did not notice this abnormality.

"Drink!"

When Jiang Huan ascended to the extreme, he was just a few feet away from the black mist. At that moment, Jiang Huan did not hesitate, he suddenly shouted, his right hand swung out the demon pestle as if he was pulling out a thousand pounds, and he also fell very quickly, but when he was a few feet away from the ground, Jiang Huan quickly used his powerful King Kong palm to shoot downward, relying on the power of recoil to land smoothly.

As for the demon pestle, when Jiang Huan swung it out, the golden light burst out in an instant, mixed with a little silver and white color, the demon pestle was magnificent, exuding a momentum like a bamboo, but the strange thing was that the red light on the pestle body and the "swastika" character began to flow, and the two gradually approached.

Thundered!

I saw a flash of light, and the momentum of the demon pestle was like Mount Tai pressing on the top, directly colliding with the purple and black bead chain, and the sound of impact was deafening.

At the moment of the impact of the demon slaying pestle, the purple and black bead chain suddenly stopped, and in just half a breath, the black ripples disappeared, and the bead chain also fell vertically weakly.

After the bead chain fell, the power of the demon pestle continued to attack into the black mist, and the light released by the pestle made a burning sound when it came into contact with the rich black mist.

Poof...

Before the demon pestle shot down the bead chain, the nameless monk in the black fog had the slightest golden true qi in his body, but due to the damage to the bead chain, the nameless monk suffered a backlash, causing the spiritual energy in his body to be chaotic, and the qi and blood surged up and vomited blood.

"Evil beast, you are looking for death!"

Immediately afterwards, the moment the demon pestle approached the nameless monk, its momentum suddenly decreased, and it hit the nameless monk with a subtle force, knocking the nameless monk out of the black fog and falling towards the ground.

Then, the Demon Slaying Pestle also flashed downwards and came to the Nameless Monk's body, slowing down its fall.

After a few breaths, the nameless monk landed safely, but by this time he was already unconscious, and there were still blood stains in the corners of his eyes.

The nameless monk lay calmly on the ground, but the black aura in his body continued to escape, and the golden light in the dantian flickered slightly.

"Entering the world of red dust, greed and hatred, the heart is like an empty realm, the Tao feels the heaven and the earth, the meaning enters the nine shadows, the heart is free from the mortal dust, a flower and a leaf, all living beings, the sea of suffering is endless, ups and downs, wandering outside the body, and the five elements are free......"

I saw Jiang Huan put his right hand on the head of the unknown monk, the silver-white true qi ran slowly, and the content of the "Maha Heart Sutra" appeared in his mind, chanting calmly.

Jiang Huan's eyes were slightly closed, his expression was calm and abnormal, and the silver-white true qi was running endlessly, flowing into the nameless monk's body through his right hand.

It is also strange to say that the silver-white true qi at this time is like a tiger out of the cage, constantly devouring the black aura, in the process of devouring, the white true qi is mixed with a trace of black, but it still does not stop, but becomes more violent, and quietly returns to Jiang Huan's body.

When Jiang Huan was reciting the Heart Sutra, the body of the nameless monk trembled involuntarily, and the sound of wailing and roaring continued to sound in the depths of his mind.