The man in the gray robe stood on the ring, his spirit was completely restrained, and he held a fist stance with his head straight, his neck straight, his chest straight, and his waist was collapsed.

All the souls gather together.

He stared at the young monk in front of him, nervousness that he had never felt in his life, and after repeated deep breaths, he pressed down... and exhale for a long time, as if he was back to the late night of practicing alone.

All the sounds and scenes around them slowly fade.

In his whole world, there is only "Daoxuan".

On the fourth day of the fourth month, Luzi returned to Mingsha Mountain and went to seclusion to practice. No one saw him. He did not show up for the first time until today... In terms of the status of the two Zen and Lu, there was nothing wrong with this behavior.

Daoxuan was wearing a simple coarse linen, and his bulging muscles supported the cloth shirt. His expression was calm, and it could even be said to be muddy.

The two eyes slowly looked at each other.

"Buzz--"

The showdown begins.

A remote corner in the stands.

Zhusha held the black umbrella in his arms, frowned, and wrote two strokes on the sticky note book he carried with him, then turned around without looking back.

The figure of Cinnabar disappeared into the corridor.

A violent roar sounded on the ring, and the Buddha statue beside the man in the gray robe exploded instantly. Daoxuan, who did not even bring the Buddha statue of the vows, turned around calmly and left the ring.

The showdown came to an end.

The crowd made way for Luzi.

It was not until Daoxuan left that a sound slowly appeared—

The temple was so quiet that it could be heard, and sighs sounded one after another.

...

...

Heavy breathing sound.

Becoming heavier.

In the darkness, the narrow dense forest, the man who was leaning against the trees twitched, his pupils continued to expand and contract, and the process was repeated, and scenes of the mind flashed frame by frame.

Countless waves swept through, almost suffocating—

A hoarse voice came anxiously.

It's like calling his name.

"Silent and empty!"

"Silent and empty!"

A remote corner away from the Xiaoqie Mountain Taoist temple, in a deep forest in Mingsha Mountain.

After the competition, the three men habitually left with Jikong, living in the darkness as if they were living in the southern part of the country.

The sunshade talisman is supported on the top of the head, and the energy is also converging to the extreme.

Three people surrounded the thin man.

Fat-headed Tuo stared at Jikong's dispersed eyes.

He looked tough and spoke slowly.

"In that man's sea of ​​gods...what did you see?"

Fatto Tuo's face was very pale, and his wide forehead was covered with dense beads of sweat.

When he opened his mouth, he could observe the changes in his eyes of "Silent and Kong" - his originally confused pupils were slowly twisting black, like a deep vortex, filled with fine fear.

Let a "fool" understand his own words.

It's a very difficult thing.

There is a "price" to be paid... This is why they hurriedly left the dojo and came to this deserted land.

The souls of the three people were released without reservation at this moment, wrapping up the silent and empty divine sea.

It is a very dangerous thing to leave the soul, especially completely leave the body.

If you are not careful, your soul will not be able to be retracted. These three people will lose consciousness at the same time and become

Fools who are like "Jikong" obviously will not make such unguarded measures in a completely unfamiliar environment... dozens of talismans were spinning from all directions, and two of the three people remained awake and only gave out a little soul power as a helper.

The person in charge of the soul at this moment was Fattou Tuo.

In the "Shura Field", they once handed over their backs to each other without reservation, and were brothers who truly experienced life and death.

This time I came to Mingsha Mountain to attend the Buddhist bathing ceremony to seek a "future" together.

"I will never leave you..." The fat man murmured to himself, and at the same time he tried to drill into Jikong's mind with his divine thoughts. He thought he could "restore" the scene of the battle and see what tricks the young man named "Skylark" used. However, when he really entered Jikong's mind, the scene in front of him made him a little at a loss.

A deep, boundless sea.

Is this what Jikong saw?

The sea?

Is this the sea of ​​gods?

What kind of secret techniques does a young man who seems to be only fifteen or sixteen years old have practiced to cultivate such a huge "sea of ​​gods"?

A huge fear suddenly surged in Fatto's heart.

He understood why Jikong was defeated in such a short time... The soul of this young man was not at all at this age, as if he had inherited a great master who had lived in Buddhism for hundreds of years.

Skylark... Does this guy have no magic number?

Xiaoxun Temple...a temple I have never heard of before, is it in Dongtu?

Who is his master?

The next moment.

The continuous sound of the talismans broke the silence of the three people. When these guiding talismans change at the slightest change in the outside world, they will be alert to the donors shrouded in the formation.

The three souls that left the body returned at the same time, while the Fatto Tuo's entire souls returned slowly. When he quickly returned to his soul and opened his eyes, he only saw a pitch-black sword light.

"Swish" pierce the formation.

This sword light was like a drop of rain, or a heavy rain falling from the sky. In an instant, it penetrated all three people, including the stupid and silent sky. The ancient wood tree in the dense forest splashed a large piece of scarlet red in an instant.

Screw the sword and leave.

The whole process lasted less than ten breaths.

...

...

"I'm late... I'm already dead."

The sound of intermittent footsteps came from the dense forest, and before it could approach the scarlet land, a low voice slowly rang out.

Four ascetics walked silently in the Luoyu Forest. The leader of them suddenly frowned and looked into the distance. His practice method was related to "sensation", which is also the reason why he came here... A secret order came from the temple of Xiaoqie Mountain, which was related to the most powerful "jinglian" in Xiaoleiyin Temple, from high to low, layer by layer, so the four-person team set off.

They didn't even know that this "secret order" actually had nothing to do with the will of "Jinglian" itself. After the formation master in Xiaoqieshan Taoist temple passed on his own ideas to protect the young man named "Sky Lark", he used his own power.

When the secret order reached the ears of these four people, it had nothing to do with the "Skylark". They only knew to follow the "sensation" of the Taoist talismans to find the "prey" and then kill them.

Every talisman token released by Xiao Leiyin Temple has a unique mark.

This is true for the "Buddhist Bathing Fair" of all dynasties, and it looks calm and unpredictable.

Jing, but in fact, Xiao Leiyin Temple, as the organizer, has the ability to deal with all accidents.

The remaining talisman aura of the four people in "Jikong" can allow Xiao Leiyin Temple to directly find the root of the root. The purpose of the four teams sent is also very simple.

The upper class means "cleaning evil disciples".

In fact, it is just "killing to silence".

"Someone did it for us..." The leader murmured and walked for a moment. Sure enough, a strong smell of blood came from afar. After standing still, large blood spots were engraved on the trees, and the four of them were dead and could not die again.

"Should the throat with one sword?"

He squatted down and examined the corpses. The slight wound was fatal.

"It's a sword weapon, a sword...and so on." The leader of this team often performs "assassination" missions. After all, Buddhism is not really "compassionate". Under the peace of this rule and order, there will always be someone who sacrifices to hide in the dark and erase some shameful things.

An experienced leader twisted the blood with his two fingers and placed it on the tip of his nose and sniffed it gently.

"What's wrong?"

The three companions behind him followed his movements and twisted their fingertips, but couldn't smell anything unusual.

Is there any problem with this blood stain?

They frowned.

Well, it seems a bit bitter...what does it taste?

"There is the smell of 'sword rust' in the blood." The leader said slowly: "There is a special bitter taste in 'sword rust'. If you have been to the southern border, you will know... the blood of the ghost cultivator is bitter and corrosive. Only if one sword kills many ghost cultivators, will it be contaminated with this corrosive sword rust."

A young man in blue clothes behind him, twisting his sword rust with his two fingers, and the blood slowly evaporated under the temperature of his fingertips and turned into blue smoke. He thought for a moment and asked a question tentatively.

"What do you mean... the one who killed these four Shuras is also Shura from the southern border?"

A slight silence.

The leader shook his head and said in a deep voice: "Lingshan attaches great importance to this "Bathing Buddhist Dharma Assembly". You also know that it is because of the "Zen Law Fight"... Every practitioner entering and leaving Mingsha Mountain will be subject to strict inspections. These four people are registered on the list. There are about one hundred people in the southern Shura who want to make their mark at the Dharma Assembly. The strength of the four people in the "Jikong" is at the upper level. If there is no accident, Lingshan should store a batch of Shura as the blood to fill."

"They are very strong, and that's why we four were sent. In Xiao Leiyin Temple, there are not many "ascenaries" who can safely kill these four people, only a handful of them." He narrowed his eyes, rubbed his fingertips on a clean bark, and said lightly: "But this master of swordsman is just one person, killing Jikong and the four people alone. Although there is a fool with a soul injured... it is not easy."

"The last one of the 'Yushan's people died." He stretched out his finger and pointed at the Fat Toutuo and said, "There was a confusion in his eyes... there was no shock or fear. There were not many Shuras who came through the southern border, and they looked familiar with each other. Their cruel and ruthless characters would never provoke powerful existences. Therefore, remember the best among Shura very clearly. If the one who really took action was Shura, he would not have looked like this."
Chapter completed!