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However, the temptation of inheriting the mantle of the old monk and becoming an immortal powerhouse, with countless powers and cultivation, is so fresh and powerful, can you miss such an opportunity?

Xu Chen felt that his legs were as heavy as hanging thousands of taels of snowflake silver, and it was difficult to move a single bit. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

Ye Tong's ears seemed to be still echoing with the old monk's gentle and compassionate Buddha sound, her eyes were a little hollow, occasionally showing a few traces of perseverance and brightness, but they instantly turned into the pain of struggle.

Like Xu Chen, her spiritual world is also in an extremely unstable but extremely relaxed state, her mind constantly swinging with the teachings of the old monk, oscillating between what she has learned since childhood and pure logical judgment.

Inheriting the mantle of the old monk is an unimaginable great temptation for any cultivator, but if it is just this kind of temptation, it can't make her with a firm Dao heart have the slightest interest in the Demon Sect's exercises, but she can't refute the view of the god seat at all in her heart, and the more she thinks about it, the more she feels reasonable.

Ye Tong's beautiful cheeks frowned, looking very painful, stretched out his left hand and grabbed his full and soft chest hard, his fingers sunk deeply, as if he wanted to pull out the shaking and restless heart, because of the excessive force, the wound on his left shoulder, which had been wounded by several arrows, burst out again, and slowly bleed.

She muttered, "Is there really a third way?"

Duanmu Rong, who was kneeling on the ground, his cheeks became extremely pale at this time, his lips were pursed into a straight thin line, and his beautiful ink-like pupils couldn't be focused at all, and they looked extremely scattered.

The old monk did not urge, did not have impatience, looked at them calmly and gently, and a faint smile of compassion flashed on his thin ghost-like face, perhaps hoping that they would be able to cross the threshold and make their own choices.

The strong spiritual impact produced by the difference between Dao and Demon made Xu Chen and the three of them fall into a painful mental struggle, this pain caused more abruptness and instability in their minds, but it was accompanied by an extremely empty and relaxed mental state, and gradually the pain and struggle began to flow away like flowing water, and the breath that swirled in the sea of consciousness of the three people turned into warm spring water, and the stable state of mind of Kong Ming relaxed reoccupied their bodies.

Negative emotions such as fear and struggle gradually faded, and the three of them instinctively felt very safe, the old monk's temperament was as pure as a lotus, there was no need to deceive them into demons, and it was impossible to have any plans against them, such peerless powerhouses didn't need to spend so much effort if they wanted to hurt them.

The reason that really makes them feel empty and relaxed is the temptation, the temptation to inherit the mantle of the previous generation of powerhouses, the temptation to realize the original truth of the world, and the temptation to merge the Tao and demons and ascend to the Divine Dao.

This temptation is the grassland, the starry sky, the sweet taste of milk cake in childhood, the breath of standing on the mountain peak overlooking the common people, and the possibility of writing your name on the mottled city wall for future generations.

The door of temptation was slowly opening in front of them.

Behind the door is a strange, delicious and fertile grassland, and if they want, they can lie on this green grassland like felt, watching the beautiful starry sky they have never seen before and quietly enjoy everything.

Among the three, Ye Tong has the highest realm and the deepest understanding of cultivation, she has seen those truly powerful powers, and she is stubborn and focused on constantly pursuing, so she feels the greatest temptation at this time.

Suddenly, she heard the creaking of the tattered wooden bed, she saw her childhood legs that were as thin and parted as reeds, and she remembered the humiliating and angry past.

Then she saw the brother with his hair in a bun and a wooden sword on his back, who was a proud boy at that time, but who was already so lonely, and who became more and more lonely as time went by, because no matter how hard I tried, I could not keep up with you?

She looked up and saw that the old monk was looking at her with compassion, as if she had seen through all her disguises, and she suddenly felt cold and frightened, for she felt as if the door was about to close in front of her.

"It's not a demon...... It's not a ...... of enchantment."

She muttered to herself, but her eyes grew brighter and brighter, and she lifted her steps and walked towards the mountain of bones.

"Yes. ”

"It's not. ”

She walked up to the old monk, knelt on her knees, crushed a few white bones on her knees, humbly bowed her head, reverently unloaded all the shackles of her heart to the outside world, and opened the spiritual world frankly.

Xu Chen was also looking up at the starry sky on the green grassland of consciousness, his mood was quiet and empty, but the pure beauty and temptation contained in this beautiful picture always lacked the last trace of strength to let him take that step, because he stayed in front of the door for too long, his thoughts were confused, and he vaguely felt that something was wrong.

A bright light appeared in his mind, not like lightning but more like a spring rain, which instantly made him really calm down, get rid of his current mental state, and think of a few points that he couldn't understand before.

If it is self-binding to atone for sin, why do you need to wear it in chains? Could it be that a person of such a great realm as an old monk will also fall into the boring and indiscriminate habit of redemption by physical suffering? How determined are such legendary figures, who have read the prosperity of the world and parted from life and death.

Even if you are yourself, you can not move your heart when you see so many cruel pictures, let alone such a strong person?

These doubts kept hitting his mind like raindrops, and finally converged into a possibility, this old monk was not binding himself to atone for his sins at all, but being locked up here to be tortured to atone for his sins!

As soon as he thought of this, Xu Chen woke up in shock, and found that the warmth around him was like spring water, and all those breaths of compassion and peace disappeared, and the environment was still dry and slightly cold, and he understood that he was actually controlled by the spiritual power of the old monk before!

He looked towards the bone mountain in shock, only to see Ye Tong kneeling in the pile of white bones in front of the old monk, the old monk's thin palm had fallen to the top of her head, and a strong sense of terror instantly occupied her body!

Duanmu Rong walked to the edge of the Bone Mountain, Xu Chen shouted and stretched out his hand to hold her, and then raised the jade sword as fast as he could, pointing at the old monk who was once as compassionate as a Buddha in the depths of the Bone Mountain, but at this time he was as gloomy as a ghost.

The thin skin wrapped in the old palm of fine bones slowly fell on the girl's head, gently stroked, feeling the delicate touch of the black hair, and the old monk's eyes that were as warm as a spring lake suddenly showed a trace of painful struggle.

The struggle was only for a moment, and the gentle compassion on the old monk's thin cheeks turned into extreme fanaticism in an instant, and finally into extremely calm indifference, and there was no emotion in his eyes as deep as the night star.

A breath that was not powerful but mellow and incomparably thick snorted from under the old monk's palm.

Ye Tong Huo Ran opened his eyes, looked at the old monk's old face close at hand, and felt that the spiritual power in the sea of consciousness was leaking out of his body like a flood, and his body suddenly became weak, and he understood what was happening.

There was a chill in her bright eyes, her graceful body bounced like a fish, accompanied by a sharp roar, her hands exchanged four sword techniques in the air, condensed the surrounding heaven and earth vitality into a void sword, and stabbed directly at the old monk's chest.

Sure enough, it was the extremely powerful Ye Tong, facing this situation that no one could have imagined, facing the old monk who had always regarded him as a god on the cultivation path, she made the fastest reaction that a strong cultivator could make, and it was also the most correct response, her reaction was concise, direct and cold, and her shot was a ruthless way of living and dying together!

However, this Dao Sword, which contained more than ten years of her penance, and could even be said to be the most powerful Dao Sword she had ever used in her life, fell completely into the void because ...... She exchanged four sword techniques in a row between her fingers, but she couldn't condense even a little bit of heaven and earth vitality!

There is vitality everywhere in heaven and earth, and if there is vitality, it can be perceived and controlled by spiritual power, Ye Tong Ye Tong is all in the law, at this moment of life and death, there will be no problems in the Dao, at this time, it is impossible to condense the vitality of heaven and earth, then there is only one explanation, there is no heaven and earth vitality around the old monk's body at all!

There are many ways in the world to isolate the Heaven and Earth Yuan Qi, but the Heaven and Earth Yuan Qi in a space can completely disappear, with Ye Tong's erudition and strong knowledge, he only knows one method - the real Fan Cage!

Ye Tong is naturally very familiar with it, and this fan cage in front of him is powerful!

Feeling the release of spiritual power and the softness of her body, she bowed her head and knelt weakly on the white bones, looking at these craggy white bones, and finally gave birth to some despair in her blurred eyes.

The white bones are the fence, the dry corpses are the fence, so strong and terrifying.

The mutation was precipitated by Ye Tong, Xu Chen instinctively just wanted to escape with Duanmu Rong, as far as he could, but he didn't do it, but was ready to use the jade sword to solve all this, because he knew that he would definitely not be able to escape.

When he pinched the jade sword, the old monk's thin palm had already begun to spew a powerful aura.

When his hand had already left the jade sword, Ye Tong had already lowered his head and was paralyzed.

He saw the despair in Ye Tong's eyes, and also saw the cold gaze of the old monk without emotion.

Duanmu Rong was awakened by him from the illusion, and instantly sobered, his black hair like a waterfall suddenly floated up behind him, and his right hand trembled in the air, knowing that the three of them were facing a desperate situation, and as soon as they made a move, they were the most powerful half-Dao source talismans.

In the face of such a powerful double attack, the old monk sitting in the bone mountain still had no expression on his face, just glanced at it lightly, and his eyes fell on the eyes of the two.

At a glance, Xu Chen only felt an unbearable sharp pain in his brain, and as soon as his eyes darkened, he let go of his fingers.

Duanmu Rong only felt that his chest and abdomen were suddenly broken by the Dao Blade, and all the edges and corners of the blocks that had accumulated in the large array outside the hall mouth were spewed out, but he was not happy, only the meaning of endless pain, and the fingers of the drawing talisman froze.

The meaning of the origin talisman that was brewing between Duanmu Rong's fingers also instantly became dim and weak, like a small oil lamp in a room where air could not circulate, and it was swept by a gust of wind, and suddenly extinguished silently.

Blood spurted out of their mouths almost simultaneously, and they collapsed to the ground, unable to stand up again.

The old monk looked indifferent and ruthless at the two who fell down with blood, the pupils in his eyes were black and cold, as thin as rice grains, looking extremely demonic, and his shriveled chest and abdomen looked even more hollow than before.

It seems to be an understatement at a glance, but it actually contains an extremely terrifying realm, the old monk has been imprisoned for decades, and it took decades to recondense the spiritual power, just because of this glance, all of it is consumed.

The old monk looked at Ye Tong kneeling in front of him expressionlessly, and his palm stroked slowly on her green hair, like a gentle lover, and then he suddenly smiled slightly, and his smile was still so compassionate and peaceful.

With such a gentle and compassionate smile, he leaned over and bowed his head against Ye Tong's slightly cool cheek, like a kiss and a whisper, gently and gently touched her left shoulder with his lips, and began to suck gently.

The old lips greedily adhered to the girl's naked delicate skin like leeches, and the thin and shriveled cheeks stirred rhythmically, and the fresh blood slowly entered his lips, moistening his throat, which had been thirsty for many years, and began to nourish the flesh of the business that he had not felt for many years.

After a while, the old monk raised his head and looked at the girl in his palm, his eyes were gentle and full of pity, and the faint and exquisite Buddhist aura appeared on his face, even the drop of vermilion blood at the corner of his chapped lips also revealed compassion.

Zhihai was completely controlled, his spiritual power was exhausted, and his body was so weak that he couldn't move his fingers, and the powerful Ye Tong was not even as good as a baby at this time, but she just looked at the old monk indifferently, and there was no reaction at all.

She knew that she would probably not be able to escape today, and she was proud that she would naturally not beg for mercy, but she still maintained absolute calmness from the sharp pain and unbearable nausea in her shoulders before, because she did not want the old monk to have the slightest possibility of getting pleasure from it, which was the only resistance that she could do before she died.