Emperor hate!

The first of the Eight Ancient Sacred Weapons!

It is rumored to be obtained by the leader of the Underworld Sect, Jun Moyan, and hides an unknown ancient secret. This evil spirit, which is no less than the emperor's hatred of the evil sword condensation frost, finally appeared in front of Qin Chuan's eyes.

"Boom ......"

A gust of wind swept by, and in the wind, Fang Heng's face became more and more hideous.

The Yunhu Fang family really colluded with the Underworld Sect, and even, this Emperor Hatred, who was ranked first among the holy relics, was also handed over to Fang Heng by Jun Moyan. The Fang family was destroyed, and it seems that Fang Heng, the owner of the family, also intends to openly aid and abuse the family after avenging the family revenge, and become the enemy of the righteous path in the world.

Qin Chuan let go of A Luoye's hand, and his eyebrows became even more solemn.

"Whew!"

In the blink of an eye, that Fang Heng didn't speak to everyone at all, his breath was extremely arrogant, and with a wave of the emperor's hatred in his hand, it turned out to be a blood-colored sword light, rushing towards Qin Chuan.

A strong killing intent swept wildly.

Such a slight move, but with the power of the emperor's hatred, it was like swallowing the sky and covering the sun, the murderous aura in the void, and a strange blood light was faintly seen, and he didn't have time to react, he was already in front of Qin Chuan. Wearing a red maple robe, he was swaying endlessly, and his face was almost distorted in the face of a terrifying aura.

“！”

Qin Chuan was shocked.

I didn't expect that Emperor Hate would be so powerful!

"Be careful, husband!"

"Boom!"

Before he could even exit with a surprise exclaim, he saw Qin Chuan caught off guard, and his body suddenly retreated a few feet back, rolling up snowflakes and flying dust in the sky, hazy, and dark.

It was chilling to the bone, and it was spontaneous.

"Bell ......"

Immediately afterward, I heard a trembling sword sound, which gradually weakened. The smoke and dust dissipated, and I saw Qin Chuan stepping on the ground with one foot, and he was able to stabilize his body. The aura of heaven and earth was strong and abnormal, fusing the body of the Jiuyao glazed cup, continuously attracting water attribute aura and forming an incomparably solid frost.

However, it was also clattered and shattered in the undiminished power of the aftermath.

Heavenly Ice!

If it weren't for this incomparably profound Dao method, I am afraid that under the power of the emperor's hatred, Qin Chuan would have been shattered, and the people and gods would have been destroyed. It is hard to imagine that a holy sword that has been handed down in ancient times is so terrifying.

"Boom ......"

The frost outside Qin Chuan's body collapsed suddenly, but he also retreated a few steps, not daring to approach.

The eyebrows are tightly frowned.

Among the eight holy relics that he knows, each one seems to have its own magical powers. The star tribulation in his arms has not yet been known, but the mirror of nothingness has the wonder of cosmic space, the effect of devouring the heart and the gods, and the crazy banner of guilt, presumably in the hands of the ghost valley, also has the terrifying power of the soul.

In this way, this emperor's hatred cannot be said to be a weapon of killing.

...... No wonder there is such a terrifying murderous aura, punishing the gods and slaying the Buddha, I am afraid that it is not a problem.

"Is it a big deal?"

Immediately, following Qin Chuan, A Luo Ye also suddenly retreated to Qin Chuan's side and asked with great concern. In the end, Qin Chuan shook his head and signaled, and Fang Heng looked towards Fang Heng with great fear.

The north wind howled.

At this moment, Qin Chuan and A Luo Ye were already several zhang away from Fang Heng, and they were at a relatively safe distance. The ghost didn't know where he was sent by the yellow-robed old monk, and the old monk still stood a few steps in front of Fang Heng, without moving half a step, forming a seal with one palm, as if he was not moving, staring at Fang Heng in front of him.

"Amitabha. ”

The old monk said a Zen language and said lightly, "It is a big mistake for the ghost to slaughter the donor's house. However, everything in the world is caused by cause and effect, and it is difficult for sentient beings to reconcile, and the donor sows the cause of suffering, and he should pay for the suffering himself. ”

"Old bald donkey, how can you be allowed to come!"

Hearing the words of the old monk, Fang Heng snorted angrily, "No matter where you come from, if you kill the two of you first, I will cut the remnants of the Ghost Valley with a thousand knives and let him taste the bitter fruit." ”

"Wrong. ”

Suddenly, the old monk said lightly.

In an instant, the wind was fierce, and the snow in the forest suddenly flew into the sky, making Qin Chuan's face behind him stunned. I saw a string of Buddhist beads on the old monk's chest, and suddenly one of them broke open, and what burst out was an extremely cruel killing intent. Buddhism is compassionate, but where did he think that there would be such a violent time.

That murderous aura, even if it's a demonic way, can't do it!

The wind, not only.

I only heard the yellow-robed old monk say in an extremely flat tone:

"Donor, the poor monk is not advising you to turn back. In the past, my biological father and nursing mother were brutalized, and the past was embarrassing, which made me know the true meaning of Buddhism, that all beings are equal, and that only after suffering can I know suffering. The donor does not know the suffering of life, so the poor monk is willing to give the righteousness of the suffering of the donor with the wrath of my Buddha. ”

"My Buddha is compassionate!"

"Bang!"

After the old monk finished reciting a Zen sentence, suddenly the Buddha bead burst open, and a stream of black gas continued to surge out from the void, and in the blink of an eye, a black Zen staff suddenly appeared.

"It's ......"

Suddenly, Qin Chuan's eyes froze.

...... Grief and anger.

If it is as expected, this Zen staff must be the last ancient holy artifact to appear.

Grief and rage!

"Huh?"

Suddenly, Fang Heng's eyes froze, although he didn't know if he knew the secrets of the Eight Great Holy Relics, but he couldn't help but be slightly startled when he saw the aura that came out of the same origin as the Emperor's hatred in his hand.

It seems that he finally noticed the unusualness of this old monk.

"Bang!"

In the blink of an eye, the old monk slammed the ground with his cane, and another gust of wind spread. The breath of the whole body, I don't know if under the influence of that grief and anger, there has been a great change, there is no more charity that Buddhism should have, but like a fierce god, the pale eyebrows rise in the wind, full of hideousness.

"Mr. Soul of the Ghost Valley is a close friend of the poor monk, who was besieged by your Demon Sect a few months ago and killed your hands. I have long disregarded good and evil morality, but you are unforgivable for doing so!"

“......”

Hearing the old monk's words, Qin Chuan was suddenly stunned.

The ghost was so miserable that the Fang family was destroyed because of the soul of the ghost valley...... He's dead?

"Boom ......"

Without waiting for Qin Chuan to think, in an instant, he could already see the other hand of the yellow-robed old monk rising up, still motionless like a mountain, but between the palm prints, the golden light was sheng, and the black qi emitted from the grief and anger were blended together. Above his body, a golden image of a Buddha's body that seemed to exist and seemed to be absent gradually became distorted.

Murderous intent is rampant!

"Six cycles, reciprocating reincarnation!"

"Whew!"

As the old monk recited the mantra, in the palm print, suddenly a Buddha light blended with gold and black shot out, like a meteor, the force was more than a thousand jun, and it suddenly broke through the air with the momentum of thunder, and went straight to the square balance in front of him.

Air, grinning.

Six Paths of Reincarnation!

It is a supreme true law in the Fanyin Temple, and the power of punishment is almost equivalent to the wind and thunder of Fuximen, which has made people in the Demon Dao fearful for thousands of years. At this moment, it was perfectly integrated into the endless evil aura of grief and anger, full of anger, and the cruel killing intent, which made the wind and clouds change color and the world was gloomy.

"Boom!"

Immediately after, he could already see where Fang Heng was, the dazzling light shone up, and the dust and snow were flying, and he couldn't really see anything for a long time. The sound of fierce collision spread far away in this lonely forest.

A cool breath was unconsciously inhaled into Qin Chuan's mouth.

And Ah Luoye, who was beside him who didn't understand the Central Plains Xiuzhen, his face was even more sluggish.

This first blow, with Fang Heng's strength, was barely accepted. Qin Chuan stared at the hazy place, and all the primordial spirits dispersed without the slightest relaxation. However, I also know it......

"Whew!"

"Huh... Phew!"

In an instant, among the palm prints of the yellow-robed old monk, the five attacks behind him also shot out. It is the same as the scene just now, but the difference is that the impact force in it is stronger and stronger each time, and more cruel and violent each time. Buddhism is compassionate, why is it sad and angry?!

Heavenly Dao, Humanity, Asura Dao, Animal Dao, Demon Dao, Hell Dao.

The cycle repeats, and karma is endless.

Six reincarnations!

......

"Master, just now you said that the soul is a senior, what is the matter?"

There was silence and desolation.

After that last roar, the snow slowly sank and scattered evenly through the forest. Where Fang Heng originally stood, there were only a few pieces of torn clothes, covered with snow, and it was all a mess.

I guess it's gone in smoke.

Qin Chuan watched quietly, finally choked up, and asked.

"Dead. ”

The yellow-robed old monk replied lightly, as if he did not arouse half of his emotions. Perhaps, he was originally a Buddhist cultivator and did not care about life and death, or perhaps, at such an age, such a parting has long been gradually accustomed to it.

Who doesn't die?

It's just that the soul died in the hands of the Underworld, and he was somewhat unwilling.

Of course, at this moment, the unwillingness in my heart may have disappeared with Fang Heng's ashes. The old monk turned his head and looked at Qin Chuan, but saw that under the terrifying aura of all the evils in the world, Qin Chuan was not moved, not afraid, and his heart was like water.

"You are the disciple of the Dustless Dao Master, Qin Chuan?"

"Yes. ”

Qin Chuan nodded. Since this old monk is avenging the soul death this time, and his master and soul death are close friends, it is not much strange that the other party knows about him.

It's just that who is the other party?

Hearing this, the old monk smiled faintly, and the terrifying aura of Fang Cai was long gone. At this moment, it seemed that he had returned to the monk of Fanyin Temple, and the smile on his face was the same as that of the Zen Master Yin that Qin Chuan had seen at the beginning. Good and evil are so fused in one person.

“？”

It's just that all of a sudden, the old monk's smile stopped abruptly.

Qin Chuan also stared, and he was a little shocked, and the doubts in his heart were answered. From the place where Fang Heng was originally in front of him, a cold word slowly came:

"Who is my Tao, it turns out that it was the absolute of Fanyin Temple back then. ”

In the void, a figure slowly appeared, Fang Heng was dressed in tattered black clothes, holding a sword in both hands, firmly inserted in the snow, but his aura increased unabated, under Fang Cai's six reincarnation decisions, except for the damage to his clothes, he was unharmed. The sword soldier in his hand did not have the slightest light, but it was extremely terrifying.

A terrifying aura that hits the depths of the soul!

Prying closely, the six reincarnation decisions of the yellow-robed old monk were completely offset by what seemed to be a sword spirit in the sword. The evil aura has weakened, but it is still an existence that cannot be ignored.

Emperor hate!