As the nameless old monk poured a body of internal force into Ye Xiao's body, Ye Xiao's expression became more and more calm, his scarlet eyes gradually faded from blood, and his face gradually became peaceful.

On the other hand, as the nameless old monk's internal force became less and less, the spirit of the whole person gradually withered, and the already gray long beard began to fall, and the skin also relaxed.

Ye Xiao felt that he had a dream, a nightmare! In the dream, he was in the blood water, and the whole world was only endless blood and water, and the whole person was impetuous, depressed, and I don't know how long it took, a light suddenly appeared in front of him, the light was very peaceful and quiet, under the same light, he gradually calmed down, and the blood around his body gradually receded, and finally he found that an old face appeared in front of him, startled, and retreated again and again.

As Ye Xiao retreated, the nameless old monk fell down directly. Xiao Yuanshan and Murong Bo were shocked, and hurriedly stepped forward to help the nameless old monk, and when they checked their pulse, they were extremely weak, and it was obvious that their lives were short.

"This ......," the two looked at each other.

And seeing that Ye Xiao seemed to have recovered, Ah Zi immediately broke free from Ruan Xingzhu and ran towards him, and Zhong Ling also followed, as for Mu Wanqing, he was crying from afar.

Ah Zi and Zhong Ling threw themselves into Ye Xiao's arms one after another, and the latter looked around blankly, but when he saw that there was blood everywhere, stumps and broken arms, he immediately understood, and immediately checked the attributes, and sure enough, the Blood Sea Demon Skill had reached the seventh level.

Xiao Feng, Duan Yu, and Xu Zhu all looked at him in a complicated manner, Ye Xiao opened his mouth and didn't know what to say, even though he lost his mind because of the Blood Sea Demon Skill, but all this was caused by himself after all.

Suddenly, a faint voice came, but it was the nameless old monk, who was sitting cross-legged on the ground at this time with the support of Xiao Yuanshan and Murong Bo.

"Could this benefactor come over and talk about it? The nameless old monk's voice is like a mosquito and a fly, but everyone present is a master, and he can hear it.

Ye Xiao vaguely remembered that in the end, he seemed to have used the Northern Spiritual Skill to absorb the internal force of others, and the last person who appeared in front of him was this old monk, and it was obvious that the internal force he had just absorbed was his. But seeing that he was dying and seemed to be dying at any time, he couldn't help but feel extremely guilty, so he walked over silently and said, "Master." ”

The nameless old monk said: "Good! The old man doesn't know what kind of magic skills the donor has practiced, and he will actually make you kill like this, but the old man has just found out that your magic skills are not uncontrollable, I wonder if the donor is willing to listen to the old man?"

Ye Xiao's heart was awe-struck, and he said, "I still hope that the master will teach him!" As the Blood Sea Demon Skill became stronger and stronger, he also became more and more afraid that he would one day become a demon who lost his humanity because of the Blood Sea Demon Skill.

The nameless old monk said: "Just now you have been controlled by the demonic thoughts, and then absorb the internal power of the old man to recover! The reason why this is the case is that it is precisely because the old man has studied the Dharma all his life, so that the internal force also contains the Dharma, so the donor absorbs the internal force of the old man, and the Dharma contained in the old man's internal force will also suppress the demonic thoughts in your heart, but this can only be suppressed for a while after all, unless you yourself start to study the Dharma and practice the supreme martial arts of Buddhism, otherwise the demonic thoughts in your heart will eventually appear again. ”

Ye Xiao suddenly realized why he suddenly woke up, the light he saw in that world full of blood and water was probably from the inner strength of this old monk, and then he found that Xiao Yuanshan and Murong Bo were so respectful by his side, so the identity of this person was about to come out - Shaolin sweeping monk!

Shaolin sweeping monk can be said to be the most mysterious and Jin Yong's martial arts recognized as the strongest person except for Dharma, but now it is the appearance in front of him, he never believes that the other party can not break free from himself, even if he does not say the reason, Ye Xiao can also understand that the other party let himself suck up his internal force when he found that his internal force could suppress his inner demons.

Ye Xiao knelt down and said sincerely: "Thank you Master for saving me!"

The nameless old monk smiled slightly, and said: "The donor doesn't need to be polite, if you can make this world one less devil and one more compassionate and kind person from now on, the old man will die without regrets!

Seeing that the nameless old monk was like a real Buddha, Ye Xiao was extremely guilty and was silent for a long time.

The nameless old monk suddenly trembled and took out three manuscripts from his arms, handed them to Ye Xiao, and said: "These three books are our temple's "Ten Rounds of Dizang Sutra", "Yijin Sutra" and "Washing the Marrow Sutra", these three scriptures also hope that the donor can study them well, or be able to suppress the demonic thoughts in your heart. ”

Ye Xiao took these three manuscripts in a daze, if it was said that he was placed in the past, he must be ecstatic now, "Jizo Ten Wheel Sutra" has not heard of it, but "Yijin Sutra" and "Washing the Pulp Sutra" know that these two are regarded as martial arts classics, no matter which martial arts novel, these two are the highest martial arts classics. However, now he did not have even the slightest joy, and his heart was full of gloom.

And after the nameless old monk handed the three manuscripts to Ye Xiao, the old man's hand also hung down weakly and sat down!

Seeing this, Kongwen, Kongzhi and other senior monks put their hands together to preach the Buddha's name, and then sat down around the nameless old monk to recite the scriptures, Xiao Yuanshan and Murong Bo sat on the nameless old monk and also recited the scriptures, the two of them are now fully enlightened, so now the master who just worshipped sat down, and he was only sad, but he had no hatred for Ye Xiao.

In the sound of chanting scriptures, Ye Xiao stood up in a trance, his eyes looked at the blood-stained earth, all kinds of feelings in his heart welled up in his heart, and a crystal teardrop slipped from his eyes.

"Ahh

Suddenly, Ye Xiao looked up to the sky and roared, for a long time, the sharp whistling instantly overshadowed the chanting sound, except for the monks who were still reciting the scriptures, everyone else did not feel that they looked at Ye Xiao.

"Poof!" a mouthful of blood spat out, and the whistling stopped!

Ye Xiao staggered and let the Buddha fall down, Xiao Feng and Duan Yu hurriedly stepped forward to support him, he looked at Xiao Feng and Duan Yu blankly, suddenly broke free again, and then staggered down the mountain, Duan Yu wanted to catch up, but Xiao Feng stopped him, "Let the second brother be alone." "If there is anyone present who can understand Ye Xiao the most, I'm afraid he is the only one, how could he not have killed the Quartet like this in the battle of Juxianzhuang, but he is extremely remorseful and guilty!

Ah Zi, Zhong Ling, and Mu Wanqing chased after Ye Xiao, but although Ye Xiao was staggering, his speed was extremely fast, and he disappeared from the sight of the three girls in a short time.

Mu Wanqing squatted down weakly and muttered, "Ye ...... Ye Lang, why don't you take me away?"

Zhong Ling and Ah Zi both burst into tears and sat down in the same squat.

Ah Zhu and Ruan Xingzhu walked over and hugged Ah Zi heartily, but Zhong Ling and Mu Wanqing did not have their mothers by their side, and Duan Zhengchun stood beside the two girls with complicated expressions. At this moment, as a master of the love field, how could he not know that his three daughters were deeply rooted in Ye Xiao's affection.

The mountains are full of the sound of monks chanting scriptures, and this day is destined to be a day to be remembered by the rivers and lakes. The holy mountain in the martial arts, Shaomu Mountain, stained the earth with blood, and countless souls returned to the sky!