With only a gust of wind and thunder, Shen Lian crossed the bitter sea of the South Seas, turned into light, and went to the western wilderness like an electric snake.

Although he broke the Four Elephant Array of the Six Qing Masters, he was very complacent in his heart, in the end, he was shallow in his Taoism, so he needed to take a trick. The strangeness of the battle is not the right way in the end, and you must not be nostalgic for the taste, thinking that the ingenuity of manpower is better than the way of grandeur, so that you will subtly shake the Dao Ji, and it will be too late to regret it in the future.

Although Shen Lian knew this truth, he could only secretly wake up, how could he ensure that he could devote himself to the Tao when things would change in the future.

The great avenue is mysterious, everyone understands, knowledge and action are one, and even the heavenly immortals and bodhisattvas dare not boast.

Fantasy is useless, Shen Lian does not meditate on it, in the heavenly wind, flying wantonly, and in the evening, he finally reaches the concept of killing.

Looking up at the concept of killing, I suddenly felt a little uncomfortable in my heart, and I only saw three words, as if the words were bloody.

He stared at it for a long time, and the three words of the concept of killing seemed to come to life, like a butterfly with wings fluttering, a trace of killing power, like a breeze, surging towards him.

In a trance, the scene of a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood manifested in his heart.

Immediately, a flame burst out of his eyes, leaping out of his pupils, igniting the mountain of corpses and the sea of blood, and all kinds of illusions turned into ashes.

Returning to the real world, the three words of the concept of killing are as new as before, but a leisurely mountain breeze blew, and in an instant, it became fine dust, dissipated with the wind, and a little dust and sand fell into Shen Lian's fingertips. He slowly walked into the meditation, his face sank like water, and he saw the disciples in the meditation one by one, walking, sitting or lying, still and still, and some people were even pinching the Fa Decision, but there was no mana fluctuation.

They all had their eyes open, but they didn't look good, and only an empty shell remained in the world.

Even when they died, they didn't know they were dead.

The spider in the courtyard was stuck, but it was also dead, and the web was only half finished, and a swarm of ants carried the carcass of a fly on the ground, standing still.

A cicada thrusts a straw into the trunk of a tree, and it can be seen that there is still delicious sap in the straw, but it is stiff and lifeless.

In the concept of killing, there is no longer a living creature, and these creatures, as if at the same moment, were invaded by a killing machine, and there is no difference between them, and they are annihilated together by the mark of life, and they are deprived of their vitality.

What a terrifying killing machine it was, and it was soaked in the concept of killing in an instant.

The Buddha said that in a bowl of water, there are 48,000 insects, and in the concept of killing, although it is a square inch of land, there are also small sentient beings, which cannot be counted, and the killing machine, which is so subtle that it will destroy all living creatures without alarming the matter, which makes people think about it, and it is inevitably creepy.

Shen Lian stood quietly in front of the quiet room where Chen Jianmei was recuperating from his injuries, the door was wide open, empty, and there was no trace of a fight.

There was a divine light burst out in his eyes, and his divine thoughts filled every inch of the quiet room, and he couldn't find the slightest trace, so he could judge Chen Jianmei's whereabouts.

Under Shen Lian's wide robe sleeves, hidden fingertips, there is an extra quaint copper coin, with the word emperor on the front and Zhou Tianxingchen on the back.

As soon as the copper coin appeared, his fingertips kept flipping, and in an instant, he took a hexagram with his own Taoism, and the hexagram returned to chaos. Chaotic and immeasurable.

It seems that at a certain moment, Chen Jianmei disappeared into the world alive, as if he was in a dream, and when he woke up, he disappeared from this world.

The copper coin still rolled endlessly, and Shen Lian did not give up, but at a certain moment, with a crisp sound, the copper coin cracked in half, giving birth to speckled rust, and became a mundane mortal.

This copper coin, stained with traces of time, is used for divination, and the magic is abnormal.

But not only could there be no trace of today's events, but it was also damaged by the invisible force in the underworld.

The point is that when he left today, there was no sign in his mind.

Chen Jianmei is alive or dead, and where he went, he has no clue.

The disciples who were still alive a few days ago have also become cold corpses, and the fragility of life is clearly displayed at this moment.

Shen Lian slowly turned around and saw Fang Yanying.

With confusion, panic and confusion in her eyes, she looked at Shen Lian, and then couldn't help coughing.

All at once, he coughed up blood and stained the mustard greens in his basket red.

On the crisp and tender mustard greens, blood is sprinkled on it like stars, and at the same time, the mustard greens are also invisible, as if they have been extracted of vitality, and they are wilting at a speed visible to the flesh ~ eyes.

Shen Lian stepped in front of Fang Yanying, and with a flick of his fingers, a drop of crystal clear water flew out, falling into her soft lips, and an invisible ripple trembled from her body, and the original weak vitality grew strong again.

The killing intent in the view had not completely drifted away, and Shen Lian would not be affected, but Fang Yanying couldn't resist it.

Apparently she had just finished picking mustard greens, returned from outside, and found the scene in the view.

At the same time, the killing machine also invisibly invaded her body.

If it weren't for Shen Lian's entry into the view, when he broke the meaning of the three characters of the concept of killing, Fang Yanying would have died when he came to the gate.

At this time, Fang Yanying had already fainted, and fell into Shen Lian's arms, he sighed softly, his body was covered with a thin layer of five-color light film, which spread to Fang Yanying's body, and then carried her into the quiet room and gently placed her on the stone couch. I thought that there would be murderous opportunities left in the quiet room, but I didn't expect that there was nothing wrong in the quiet room.

There seems to be an invisible force that blocks the killing machine of the outside world.

Shen Lian's heart became more and more surprised, obviously this method of exerting the concept of killing is almost a great avenue, hiding life in death, and Chen Jianmei's quiet room is where the vitality lies.

There are more drops of crystal water in his hand, which are the three light divine water.

Falling into the void, Shen Lian blew a breath, which became a breeze, and the divine water swelled when it landed, and there was gradually a sound of rushing water.

The breeze does not stop, blowing on the water, and the drop of water keeps rising.

Like a fountain, it never runs out.

It also blows longer and longer with the wind.

By the time the moon was in the sky, the courtyard was already empty like stagnant water, and there was a pool.

Gradually, the color of blood appeared in the empty water, first light red, then dark red, and finally as thick as blood ink, but there was no smell of blood emitted, and finally soaked in the blood water of the entire Killing Temple, condensed to the very center, and finally became a drop of blood-colored water, only the size of a mung bean.

The blood-colored water droplets finally fell into Shen Lian's hands, and Shen Lian recited the words, like thunder, and cyan incantations flew into the blood beads, and finally wrapped in a layer of cyan halo on the outside, condensing into a blood-blue bead the size of a soybean.

Shen Lian put the beads into his sleeve, and walked out of the quiet room with an indifferent expression, at this time, the concept of killing was like washing, spotless, and the deceased disciples sank into the soil, and stone tablets emerged, describing their names, so that the Taoist temple that was born out of thin air had a kind of ghostly atmosphere, and the moonlight was draped on his body, and Shen Lian's mind was far away.

He looked up at the moon and said secretly: Senior Brother Chen, where have you been?

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