Most of the night had passed, and all the people were either immersed in cultivation or enjoying the tranquility of the night. ≈ 頂≈diǎn≈小≈ says, ¢.¤.o≥

But what they didn't know was that Ling Fan was in danger at this time.

I just wanted to refine the golden bell into my magic weapon, but there was such an accident, not to mention that Ling Fan didn't expect it, I'm afraid that anyone in the same position would not have thought of such a result.

At this time, Ling Fan was already very sure that when Lu Feng sacrificed to refine the golden little bell, there must have never been such a situation, because if it appeared, even if it was Lu Feng in the middle of the golden pill, his true qi would definitely not be able to meet the needs of this little bell.

"Lu Feng can be successful in cultivating, but when it comes to me, why is this happening again!"

Ling Fan roared in his heart, but when he saw the empty dantian again, he felt the weakness in his body, and this roar turned into a helpless sigh.

"What should I do?"

If the situation is allowed to develop, it is almost inevitable that the Jin Dan will be broken and the cultivation will fall, and the most terrifying thing is that even if the Jin Dan is broken, it will not be able to meet the needs of this Xiao Zhong, at that time, I am afraid that his only result will be that the entire dantian will be swallowed by Xiao Zhong, and Ling Fan will be completely reduced to a waste person who cannot cultivate!

"In this world where the strong are respected, what is the difference between becoming a waste person and a dead person! Since you have to suck me dry, I will fight with you, and what can I do if I die?"

With a roar in his heart, Ling Fan actually sacrificed the Wanyue Sword.

As soon as the Wanyue Knife appeared, it seemed to feel the master's mood at this time, and it actually let out a wail.

But this voice had no effect on Ling Fan, and at this time, his eyes were full of determination.

Ling Fan's Jin Dan was already covered with shatters, and it could be shattered at any time.

For him at this time, every minute and every second is very precious, and there is no capital wasted at all.

"Fight, see if I live or die!"

"Wanyue Knife, slash!"

As soon as the words fell, as the Wanyue Sword let out a buzz again, it had already turned into a white light and went straight to the golden bell.

In this humming sound, there is clearly a sense of tragedy and reluctance.

It is like a hero who knows that he will die, but still kills the enemy camp, and it is like the cry of his parents when his only son dies early.

This voice made Ling Fan's eyes appear with tears, but he couldn't stop it, because he didn't have a choice.

At such a close distance, the collision of two magic weapons that surpassed the lower grade spirit weapon was also a disaster for Ling Fan, who was close to exhausting the true yuan.

However, if he didn't, the end would have been even more miserable.

Become a wasted person and live a life in this world.

If someone has never stepped into the immortal path, he may still be able to accept it, but Ling Fan, who has already walked on this path, can't choose like this.

Moreover, even if he really chooses to do so, and chooses to continue to live as a waste, his enemies will definitely find him.

When the time comes, falling into the hands of those enemies will be even more uncomfortable than death.

The Waning Moon Knife was guided by Ling Fan and crashed into Xiao Zhong. The distance between the two was less than half a zhang, which made it happen, the moment Ling Fan mobilized the Wanyue Knife, the two had already collided together.

Before the sound of the collision came, the result of the collision was already seen in advance.

This result made Ling Fan a little helpless, even desperate.

Because the little bell is still intact and glued to his hand, but the waning moon knife is broken into two!

The Wanyue Knife is a medium-grade spiritual weapon, which once accompanied the ancient moon to the famous Shenzhou, but in the collision with Xiao Zhong, it was broken!

Such a scene shocked Ling Fan, but after the blink of an eye, he didn't have time to think about why the Waning Moon Sword was so vulnerable, because a huge bell had already struck.

The bell rang in my ears, only a little louder. But such a bell seems to contain a deeper mystery, and it can be directly transmitted to the sea of knowledge and shake the soul.

"Ahh

A howl of pain roared out of Ling Fan's mouth, but this sound could not reduce the slightest pain, and the pain like tearing his soul still kept coming.

As if in the next moment, the soul will be torn to shreds.

The sound of this bell was very peculiar, it only surrounded Ling Fan, but it did not reach the outside of the house, so that no one heard it at all.

On the contrary, it was Ling Fan's howl of pain, but it almost spread throughout the academy mountain, waking up the people who had just entered the cultivation state.

However, this time, as soon as these people woke up, they did not come to trouble Ling Fan.

Although there was Elder Yan's reason for this, it was more of a change in the sky.

At this time, it should have been night, but the original black sky had an extra hole.

Inside this cave is a colorful sky.

Under this sky, there is a tumbling cloud, I don't know if it is this sky illumination, or the original color of this cloud, at this time, this rolling cloud actually radiates a colorful glow.

The tumbling clouds were like waves on the horizon, and between the tumblings, a golden dragon loomed.

Such a vision made countless monks in the mountain dǐng stunned, but this was not the end, I saw that this cloud was still changing while rolling, and gradually, the cloud continued to surge, and actually condensed into a human form.

This is a well-proportioned strong man, sitting cross-legged above the clouds, although his facial features are hazy and cannot be seen clearly, but his bare head is dǐng, but it seems to tell everyone his identity.

Buddha!

In the Shenzhou Continent, there is such a group of people.

They are mysterious, powerful, and have the goal of becoming a Buddha and their mission to save others.

There are not many of them, and they rarely appear, but every time they appear, they will inevitably amaze the mainland!

"Is this a Buddha?"

"In our academy mountain dǐng, how could such a vision appear!"

"Could it be that there are Buddhist disciples walking on the mainland?"

......

At this time, the academy mountain was already boiling, and almost everyone walked out of the house, looking at the vision of the sky, or talking to each other, or frowning and pondering, and so on.

Even in the open space where Ling Fan was, Tang Yiyao and the others walked out of the room and looked at the sky, but they would glance at Ling Fan's room from time to time, their eyes full of worry.

It wasn't just them who looked at Ling Fan's room, almost all the people in Xueshan were the same.

Because everyone remembered that before the vision in the sky appeared, Ling Fan let out a scream.

To be exact, as soon as Ling Fan's shout appeared, a vision appeared in the sky.

If there is no connection between the two, I am afraid that no one will believe it. It's just that no one came to check on Ling Fan at this time, because they were scared.

In their memory, all the monks are mysterious and terrifying, they have a kind of power, they can transform the world, as if they can turn people into puppets, and believe in the Buddha in their hearts!

The vision of the sky alarmed everyone in Academy Hill Dǐng, except Ling Fan.

At this time, he was still in a soul-tearing pain.

This kind of pain was a hundred times stronger than the physical injury, even if Ling Fan had experienced countless battles and experienced many serious injuries, it was not as strong as the pain at this time.

Moreover, this kind of pain is not like a physical injury, which can be recovered by taking a few healing pills. For Ling Fan at this time, I am afraid that only the Zhentian Monument, which is also entrenched in the sea of knowledge, can help him resolve it.

But what made him helpless was that the Zhentian Monument was like an old tree with entrenched roots, no matter how Ling Fan called, there was no sign of help.

Calling Zhentian Monument many times to no avail, I felt that my soul was getting weaker and weaker, and I was even in a trance and was about to fall into a coma.

"Is my life really going to end here?"

A lament came out of Ling Fan's mouth, and he had no choice but to wait for death.

But at this moment, a colorful glow suddenly fell from the sky, heading straight for his eyebrows.

And as this rays of light rushed into his eyebrows and into his soul, Ling Fan only felt a trance, and when he opened his eyes again, he found that he had found another place.

It's a huge temple.

In the hall, there is enough to be the size of a thousand zhang in a square circle, whether it is the wall, the house, or even the ground, although there is no light source in sight, all of them emit a soft golden light.

On both sides of the hall, there were countless monks sitting cross-legged, they were wearing golden robes, their hands were folded in front of their chests, and their faces were compassionate, although their eyes were closed, Ling Fan had a feeling that these people seemed to be looking at him.

In the mouths of these monks, they don't know what scriptures are being recited.

Although Ling Fan couldn't understand it, it fell in his ears, but there was a sense of quietness and peace, as if his mother's embrace, which made people want to immerse themselves in it.

It's a warm and intoxicating feeling.

At first, Ling Fan was still struggling, but after a while, he was completely immersed in it.

Gradually, Ling Fan's face was full of joy, as if he had found the direction of his life.

After this joy, it turned into compassion, as if it was a pity that countless people on the mainland who were still in the red dust did not take refuge in Buddhism.

"Ling Fan, congratulations on returning to my heart Buddha!"

The sound of roaring came from all directions of the main hall, and after Ling Fan heard it, he immediately showed a respectful expression.

Put your hands together, bow slightly, and chant the Buddha's name: "Amitabha." ”

"Ling Fan, you have a relationship with my Buddha, but the number of red dust is not exhausted, now I give you the Arhat fruit position, a copy of the "Sutra of Saving People", and a word of the six-character mantra, to exhaust the fate of the red dust, promote my Buddhism, and transform the world, are you willing?"

The sound of majesty resounded through the hall again.

And Ling Fan bowed down again, with a look of suffering on his face, and replied respectfully: "Hongchen has many sufferings, my Buddha is more compassionate, and my disciples are willing to promote Buddhism and help the world get rid of the sea of suffering and reach the other side." ”

Ling Fan's voice echoed in the main hall.

And this voice has not disappeared, and countless monks in the hall are chanting the Buddha's name at the same time.

"Amitabha. ”

This voice was full of compassion, and as soon as this voice appeared, a white light had already shot into Ling Fan's eyebrows, and in Ling Fan's soul, there was already an additional scripture and a cultivation method.

"Ling Fan Arhat, my Buddha has given you the method of transforming the world, you can go and ...... now"

The majestic voice came again, but only halfway through it, a scream suddenly sounded in the main hall.

I saw Ling Fan at this time, suddenly holding his head in his hands, and the expression on his face was already a little hideous because of pain.

The pain came and went as quickly as it came, and as the pain vanished, when he opened his eyes again, the original look of respect was gone, and the compassion on his face was gone.

And at the same time as these expressions disappeared, the hall in front of him actually appeared like ripples, and this fluctuation became more and more intense, and there was a possibility of disappearing at any time.

"Who bothered the people who were destined to transform Buddhism?!"

The majestic voice came again, but as soon as the voice fell, suddenly a white light appeared, as if it came from outside the sky, and this white light pierced the house of the temple, with a bang.

The main hall in front of him disappeared completely, and only a voice remained, echoing in Ling Fan's sea of knowledge.

"My Buddha's destined person will return to the Buddha's ...... sooner or later"