Seeing this, Mingyang shouted, "Ah Che, what are you doing here?"

The Buddha also weakly shouted, "Ah Che, don't do this. ”

Xuan Che ignored the two of them, and stared directly at the sword body that had submerged into the Buddha's body. Because the abdomen was opened, the aversion in the Buddha's body had a tendency to flee outward, and all of them converged on the wound in the abdomen. Xuan Che watched the anecthetic qi on the sword body flow from the tip of the sword to the hilt, so he stretched out his left hand and pressed his wrist the blade, her wrist was quickly cut, and then she pressed the place where she was cut on the hilt, and then slowly pushed towards the tip of the sword, where she passed, blood was dripping.

Mingyang already understood what she was going to do at this time, she actually wanted to redirect the disgust in the Buddha's body into her own body. He couldn't help but exclaim, "What are you doing here, can't you make a hole in his stomach and release the disgust, why do you have to lead it into your own body?"

Xuan Che had no time to reply to his words at this time, only closed his eyes and silently recited the heart purification mantra, resisting the pain and itching caused by the entry of disgust into his body. As the speed of anecility entering one's body is getting faster and faster, the feeling of pain and itching is becoming more and more intense, when it hurts, it is like ten thousand needles breaking the body, and when it is itchy, it is like scratching the heart with a hundred claws. And the whip on his left arm, the resistance to the disgust is getting stronger and stronger. The five elements of the whip belong to fire, which is an ancient weapon, that is, a sharp weapon, and the anger is also very deep. Xuan Che only felt that his left arm was as if it was burned by fire, and it was also uncomfortably tight.

While he was struggling, he suddenly felt an extremely strong spiritual power coming from behind him, protecting his heart. Mingyang whispered to her, "Ah Che, I'll help you protect your heart, you just guard the spiritual platform." ”

With Mingyang's support, Xuan Che put all his energy on the spiritual platform, so as not to be attacked by the disgust. At this time, the pain of ** was thrown out of the clouds by her.

With the passage of time, Xuan Che felt that the antagonism entering his body became less and less, and the anemia that was originally restless and scurrying in his body gradually settled down. Xuan Che knew that it was the disgust in the Buddha's body that had been transferred to his body, so he opened his eyes to see how the Buddha was.

The Buddha deserves to be the Buddha, and the recovery is so fast. He was still old and dying just now, but now he has fully recovered, except for his pale face and a large piece of blood on his clothes, he can't see that he has been so seriously injured just now.

Xuan Che felt the change in the antagonism on the sword's body, until he was sure that the anemia had completely entered his body, and then he pulled the sword out of the Buddha's body. Because his soul has just returned to its place, his body is still very weak, and now he has helped the Buddha to bring his disgust to Xuanche's body, which is obviously not supported. As soon as he put away his sword, he felt a burst of dizziness, and he could no longer support himself, so he fell straight backwards and fell into Mingyang's arms.

Xuan Che closed his eyes and listened to Mingyang say softly, "Ah Che, you can rest first, the Buddha is fine, but it's you, you have to recover well." ”

Xuan Che didn't open his eyes, only nodded, and was about to settle down.

Inside the Lingxiao Palace

In the dim room, only a Changxin Palace lamp was placed at the head of the bed, and the sandalwood brought by Manjushri Bodhisattva was burned in the Boshan furnace, which had an excellent calming effect. On the huge agarwood bed, a woman with silver hair and black clothes was lying. The woman's eyes were closed and her expression was serene.

Mingyang sat on the edge of the bed, quietly looking at the sleeping Xuan Che, with a faint joy in his heart. When she sleeps, she is the most honest, she will not look like ice, and she will not hurt people. Now she is lying here like this, well-behaved like a mortal woman, so he can't help it, and he feels pity.

Mingyang stretched out his hand and gently stroked her cheek. Her body was always cold, like her person. He reached into the thick brocade quilt and took out her hand. Her hands are slender and slender, but they are not as soft as ordinary women, and even in her sleep, she clenches her fists, making people feel that they are full of strength. Mingyang turned her hand over, pulled up her sleeve, and saw the eye-catching, light blue lotus-like mark on her wrist. He stretched out his hand and stroked the petals of this lotus flower distressedly, with uneven marks. It's her scar.

The scars in the heart may be forgotten, but the scars in the body can't be healed. Even if the Buddha planted the Shura lotus on her wrists, ankles, and heart, no matter how well this lotus grows, her wounds will not heal. He often wondered if she would have forgotten about that person if she hadn't had this scar.

I remember the first time I saw it more than 4,000 years ago. At that time, he had not yet ascended the throne as the Emperor of Heaven, and he was only the prince of Mingyang.

At that time, she had just succeeded to the throne, but at the succession ceremony held for her by the Antarctic Immortal, she was not seen. It wasn't until a few days later that Nuwa Niangniang went to the Nine Heavenly Biluo Palace where he lived and invited him to go to the Extreme Ice Abyss. He truthfully reported to his father, and after getting his father's permission, he followed Nuwa Niangniang to the Extreme Ice Abyss.

In the Spirit Pagoda of the Extreme Ice Abyss, he saw her covered in blood. She was like a sacrificial object, firmly nailed to the ground by five coffin nails, four piercing her wrists and ankles, and one at the mouth of the heart, only half pierced into it. The blood on her hands and feet has dried up, and the blood is still bubbling out of her heart.

Nuwa told him that she was trying to use the power of the Spirit Pagoda to sacrifice herself in the flesh to break through the limit of life and death. She had already started the Blood Sacrifice forty-one days ago, and now there were seven days left, and if she didn't stop her at this time and stop the progress of the Blood Sacrifice, she would be wiped out.

When the last drop of blood is shed, the gate of eternal hell is baptized with blood, and it will be temporarily opened, and then people can enter the eternal hell and bring out the people they want to save. When mortals die, they will enter the hell of the underworld, and when the immortals are feathered, they will also enter the eternal hell located in the extreme ice abyss. This spiritual pagoda of the Extreme Ice Abyss is the entrance to the eternal hell, and the only thing that can open the gate of hell is life. Blood sacrifice is to exchange life for life, one's own life, for the life of others, one of the two will always die, so this spell is also known as blood mourning.

As early as more than 30,000 years ago, the Founding Yuan Spirit explicitly forbade anyone to use the Blood Sacrifice Forbidden Technique, not only because of its cruel methods, but also because of its extremely low success rate. Mortals can't break through their own boundaries of life and death, and immortals can't break through either, and the things brought by life can't be exchanged, unless you exchange your life. I remember that my father said when he was a child that if you are too attached to something that has passed away, in Buddhism, it is called self-grasping, but in Taoism, you have entered the demonic barrier.

In Mingyang's eyes, this woman covered in blood and delirious was in a demonic barrier.

Because the blood sacrifice is so powerful, it is extremely difficult to terminate unless the sacrificer dies halfway. Therefore, there were three other ancient gods who went to the Spirit Pagoda together. Mixed Peng Patriarch, Hongjun Ancestor, plus Nuwa, and one who was supposed to be Lu Zhuan Daojun, but became the god of Donghua.