Xue Zhen shook his head at Ning Kong, a wrinkled old monk who showed his respect, and the words he said that condensed his life before he died. There was also a hint of gloom in his eyes.

However, he was also impressed by Ning Kong's enlightenment, and it was obvious that he could not do anything about it.

The two of them waited for a long time under the speechlessness, and finally "boomed" a huge thunderous sound, under the black spiral robbery cloud, the black robbery thunder that had been gathered for a long time turned into a bucket-sized thunder pillar in a condensed and solid way, from a section of hundreds of thousands of zhang, towards Ning Kong below, terrifyingly striking, and it only took a few respites to fall to Ning Kong's body.

This wrinkled old monk Ning Kong was not afraid at all, but he did not wait for death directly, but released his spiritual domain, turning into a huge crystal arc, resisting the black thunder pillar above.

However, the crystal arc transformed by this spiritual domain itself is three or four large cracks, and dozens or hundreds of small cracks, and it is not easy to resist this fierce nine-day serial tribulation and punitive black thunder.

I saw that the black thunder hit the spiritual realm arc, this arc was almost eliminated at a speed visible to the naked eye, about three breaths, Xue Zhen saw, the arc had disappeared for nearly half, but Ning Kong still had a faint smile on his face, without the slightest hint of anxiety and fear, it was an awe-inspiring state.

After two more breaths, Xue Zhen saw that this spiritual domain, which belonged to the monk Ning Kong, completely dissipated, Ning Kong's hands were opened, and he suddenly struck several punches upward, and the punch that was struck out with his body refining body, accompanied by the torn spatial cracks, collided with the black thunder.

It's just that the black thunder was slowed down slightly, and it suddenly hit Ning Kong's body at a more ruthless speed.

The sound of "sand", under the black thunder. The wrinkled old monk Ning Kong had already disappeared, and even Yuan Ying had completely disappeared at that moment, and it was difficult to find Ning Kong's trace under the black thunder.

However, a small piece of the horn of the monk's robe flew out gently, and it originally quietly fell on the top of a certain weed, but it was finally swept away by the splashed black lightning, turned into black smoke, and dissipated into the air, leaving not an inch left.

Since Ning Kong's aura had been completely eliminated, the black thunder in the sky had also stopped. However, a slightly raised small mound where Ning Kong was located had turned into a scorched black pit, filled with black smoke, and it was shocking.

The clouds gradually dispersed, and the light reappeared on this small grassland, but this scorched black is very eye-catching, and it will wake up the world in a short time, but ten years. After a hundred years have passed, what can be left behind, still going its own way, cruel. The deceit is going on, and nothing will change.

Glancing at this piece of storage again, Xue Zhen's face was gloomy, and Wan Su in the spirit beast ring witnessed it with his own eyes. Although he didn't say anything, he hardly saw him as another monk went through this kind of nine-day serial tribulation. also showed a dignified countenance, sighed lightly, and re-entered the immortal fate and demon array.

I don't know how long it took, Xue Zhen woke up like he was from a dream, he experienced a lot of heavenly tribulation, and said less or less, but this was the first time he saw a monk die under the heavenly tribulation, and the shock was self-evident.

The blank in his brain was slowly filled, and in the end, Xue Zhen took control of the retreat and galloped towards the direction he identified, almost absent-mindedly along the way, and in the end, Xue Zhen found a general place at the edge of the prairie, built a forbidden magic circle, and hid in the spiritual realm It took a few days to condense his state of mind.

Xue Zhen's side still floated a storage ring belonging to the wrinkled old monk Ning Kong, Xue Zhen gently fished it out, simply wiped the breath and embedded, and the divine thoughts quickly seeped into it.

There are not many things left in this storage ring, there are thousands of fairy spirit stones, and there are also not many other talismans and magic weapon spirit treasures, which is rare among the wicked people Xue Zhen has seen, but there are still several artifacts that can attract Xue Zhen's attention.

Three of the brocade boxes, loaded with the same plant, these plants are about two feet long, similar to the weeds seen outside, a shallow whitish rhizome, on which there are several long and flat leaves, but, these leaves are only two lengths, three inches and seven inches, the surface of the leaves is still flowing with a faint rainbow color, up and down slowly, very weird.

"Purple Grass!" Xue Zhen muttered softly.

This kind of Zimu Flowing Color Grass is a kind of special treatment for spirit beasts to treat external injuries, and it can be quickly healed and buried by pressing on the wound with a secret technique. However, this seed mother of the Flowing Color Grass on the body of ordinary people, once used, can also be effective, but at the same time there will be a hallucinatory factor, if it is usually okay, but if it is urgent, it is not a very good thing.

Putting away the three boxes of female flowing color grass, Xue Zhen then found a beast crystal of the Howling Ape, which turned out to be a thing that had been cultivated to Xuantian Cong, and after careful inspection, Xue Zhen quickly collected it.

In the end, a record jade ring appeared in Xue Zhen's hand, which recorded several large paragraphs of strange words, Xue Zhen carefully checked it twice and couldn't understand it, he originally planned to put it away, but Wan Su in the spirit beast ring said loudly:

"Xue boy, that's Sanskrit, according to the meaning, the name should be called Jingfan Heart Sutra!"

"Brother Wan, do you know this kind of writing?" Xue Zhen heard the name Wan Su said, and couldn't help but ask.

"Xue boy, don't think that Wan Mou's demon cultivator will not contact Sanskrit, after the thunder tribulation, Wan Mou once sought help in this regard, but in the end there was still no result. Wansu said lightly.

"Jingfan Heart Sutra, according to the literal meaning, this should be a scripture to calm people's hearts, can Brother Wan translate one or two for Xue?" Xue Zhen expressed his will and pleaded.

"Xue boy, this is still your own translation, the time to get these Sanskrit words back then has made Wan Mou uncomfortable and uncomfortable!"

Wan Su spoke, at the mouth of Xue Zhen's gray and white sleeve robe, an alternative jade ring floated out, Xue Zhen smiled and took it, above is a Sanskrit translation, Xue Zhen memorized this text in his heart, about a few days later, this Jingfan Heart Sutra has been successfully translated.

In Xue Zhen's opinion, this Jingfan Heart Sutra should be a thing that the old monk Ning Kong has suppressed for so many years, if there is no such Heart Sutra, Ning Kong may still be doing something that is not tolerated by the world.

And this kind of Buddhist Sanskrit, as well as some cultivation methods, does have some kind of miraculous effect, and it is also a way to make some demon cultivators like Wansu love and hate. (To be continued......)