The world is pitch black.

Xixue's sword energy stretches out the peace in a radius of several feet.

Ning Yi squatted down and sent the soul of "Fu Qingfeng" back to her own body in the Fenglei Ancient Sword.

The young man rubbed his eyebrows and he gently exhaled a breath of turbid air.

After doing all this, he could give the woman a chance to break free from her fate... But I don’t know what will happen after Fu Qingfeng wakes up.

Ning Yi's eyes were a little complicated. He looked at his body that was destroyed by "grandma" and remained silent.

The aging face slowly woke up, her eyelids trembled slightly, and after opening it, she still had a familiar bright eyes.

...

...

The world in front of Fu Qingfeng is gradually becoming clearer.

She looked at the face of the "scholar" after tearing off the face, and it was reflected in front of her. The "scholar" named "Ningchen" had a much sharper face. At this moment, even if her eyebrows were soft, she could see the faint murderous aura between her eyebrows.

She coughed dullly twice, and then suddenly asked softly: "Mr. Ning, is this your true face?"

Ning Yi was stunned.

He nodded, then stretched out a hand and pointed in the sky.

"Don't worry...I'll send you out."

Ning Yi said hoarsely: "After going out, I will find ways to repair your face and body... I know many powerful people and will definitely be cured."

When talking about the word "face", Fu Qingfeng was a little dazed.

When she "come back", she felt her pain, and the bone-bone coldness disappeared, but instead she was stinging.

She raised one hand in vain and looked at the wrinkles on the back of her palms.

Then he took this hand and gently stroked his cheek.

Fu Qingfeng slowly closed his eyes.

She doesn't have a bronze mirror, nor does she need a bronze mirror. At this moment, she can imagine what she looks like by touching.

Fu Qingfeng closed his eyes and shed two lines of tears in pain.

The "woman" of red gauze is no longer considered beautiful at this moment. Grandma's evil spirit invades her skin. The skin color that was originally as white as fat jade is now coated with a layer of black air and dull. Not only that, the cheeks that can be broken have horizontal lines, and the hair is dry and white.

Since ancient times, beauties are like famous generals, and they are not allowed to see white hair on earth.

Ning Yi looked at this scene in silence.

He heard the woman's face full of tears and asked with a smile: "Mr. Ning, isn't I ugly now?"

Ning Yi shook his head, his throat was harsh, and he didn't know how to answer.

"Qingfeng never thought... one day, he would have the opportunity to leave this temple, this temple."

The aging woman opened her eyes and said softly: "I am here, Lanruo Temple, Thousand Buddha Pagodas, sometimes reading scriptures, sometimes excerpts... It is said that there is reincarnation in the world, killing people to pay for their lives, and owing debts to pay for their money..."

The woman smiled and said, "In recent years, I have helped my grandma kill many people. Qingfeng is very guilty. It is no longer a simple confession or two. It can be clear."

Ning Yi was stunned.

There was a trace of dazedness in Fu Qingfeng's eyes.

She thought of the mist and the faint bonfire in the forest a few days ago.

The pictures in my mind, scene after scene, pattern after pattern.

A tear fell.

The woman with a dry and old face whispered softly.

"You are not Ning Chen, I am not Qingfeng..."

Then let it be.

Then...this way...

A scattered red gauze was blown up by the unreasonable wind and covered in front of Ning Yi.

The ancient sword of Fenglei lost its color and fell to the ground, making a clang.

Ning Yi pulled off the red yarn.

The white hair was like snow, and the whole body turned into a scattered stream of light, flying and shattering.

The fragrance disappears and the jade is damaged, and the soul is gone.

This painful life ended.

...

...

Broken red streamers are everywhere.

Fu Qingfeng's dreamy voice was still in his ears.

"You are not Ning Chen, I am not Qingfeng..."

Ning Yi originally thought she could help her get rid of her "destiny", but now she thinks that this is indeed a joke...

The thin snow sword sheath kept trembling.

Ning Yi took off a corner of the red yarn and put it in the waist bag.

"Miss Fu." He smiled bitterly.

The next moment.

Ning Yi raised his eyebrows and his eyes were occupied by murderous aura.

If the karma in Lanruo Temple has its origin, then the one who stands at the most root is not "grandma", but this "ancient Buddha" with an illusory origin.

The word "mountain" scroll, shadow... are all related to it.

"Just you want to suppress me?"

Ning Yi drew his sword with one hand, and the sword energy in the wall of the thin snow sword sheath rolled, like a wave of a river.

A sword slashed out!

A huge Buddha was sitting cross-legged on the Thousand Buddha Pagoda. There was a hint of shock in the Buddha's originally calm eyes. It didn't feel pain, but at this moment, there was a sharp edge in the center of its palm, which was unstoppable and penetrated out in an instant, and a raised bump was chiseled out of the back of its palm.

The Buddha, sitting on the lotus throne, burst out with golden light, and countless phantoms appeared behind him. One by one, his huge arms spread out from behind, with flowers waving, some picking flowers and curved fingers.

The palm that was pierced by the sword energy dissipated.

Immediately, an arm roared down, and the palm of the palm was superimposed on the back of the palm!

With a "boom", two long muddy ripples were smashed out of the ground.

In the heavy rain, the ancient Buddha, covered with golden light, seemed to suppress some unruly "evil thing". The arms behind it were deployed one by one, waving and falling, and the palms were folded on the back.

Thousand Hands!

However, after dozens of wrestling, the last arm was pressed down but it was not able to stop the "stubborn thing" who drew his sword and was unsheathed!

"Tear" sound.

On the back of the golden palm, a figure of black shirt swept out, carrying rich scarlet blood.

Not his.

But its.

Ning Yi hovered over the Thousand Buddha Pagoda, with broken tower body shining and Buddha's arms emitting golden holy light.

He sneered and asked, "Thousand-Archester Dharma Image? If you steal this Buddha body, will you bleed?"

The sword energy penetrated countless palms and backs, and the ancient Buddha with a peaceful face also brought pain at this moment... It was more like anger than "pain".

The Bodhisattva lowers his eyebrows, so he is compassionate to the six realms.

Now the King Kong is angry.

Ning Yi didn't say anything more. Holding a sword is like carrying a stick, and the thin snow turns into a rainbow that breaks through the sky.

"Smash!"

A sword that covers the sky.

An unreasonable sword.

The Buddha, who was entrenched like a mountain, turned into a body and flew out, colliding with Ning Yi!

Six huge ancient Sanskrit characters were shattered by this sword!

A sword from top to bottom, carrying the light of wind, thunder and fire, fell from the sky and earth, and cut iron like mud all the way to the lotus throne!

Ning Yi cut off half of the ancient Buddha's arm with a sword. When he was about to land, he was slapped by an angry golden palm, and his whole body flew out, spewing out a mouthful of blood in the air.

Next to Lanruo Temple is an old forest. Ning Yi crashed into the old forest and directly knocked through an ancient tree that was embraced by three people on his back. The casting was not diminished. From the sky above the old forest, it looked like a stone was thrown into the forest. A stone caused thousands of layers of waves, and the cone-shaped ancient trees continued to collapse.
To be continued...