The thin snow sword edge turned into a silver lightning light!

Flashed by.

The wind disaster that turned into countless hurricanes and flew through the cracks of the stone walls, with a sharp roar, the wide black robe stopped the force of sweeping forward, stepped on the ground with both feet and shot out suddenly. However, Ning Yi's sword was too fast and instantly penetrated into his heart, piercing a "heart-wrenching cold". This sword should have pierced the robe directly, like breaking the void.

There is no entity in the wind disaster.

However, the sword energy of the sword holder burst out.

Feng Huan's pupils suddenly contracted, and he coughed up a mouthful of blood, and his body was about to dissipate into thousands of hurricanes. At this moment, he was tied up by the power of "cause and effect", and he had no way to escape or hide.

Blood blew.

Ning Yi pressed his chest with one hand, his face cold, and pushed his thin body against the "singularity". With a buzzing sound, the space twisted, and the two of them fell out one by one, instantly leaping out of the land of the Wudao Mountain formation pattern. The sharp snow's sword edge rotated and penetrated, and the sword tip pierced the front chest from the back, bringing out a large bunch of blood. Ning Yi grabbed the sword handle with one hand and pressed the other hand into Feng Jian's chest.

The picture of the mountain of Wudao is frozen.

In the land of the formation pattern, hundreds of five thunder spells triggered by themselves. Countless slender thunder turned into tornados between the cracks of the rocks, wrapping Pei Lingsu layer by layer. Looking through the golden light of lightning, the woman sitting cross-legged on the stone ground was like an ancient god, sitting in the lotus stamen, raising her hand and falling her fingers, petals emerged, and formation patterns splashed everywhere.

...

...

The hat is trembling.

This tremor seemed extremely "slow". Everything was compressed in the fallen geese formation, as if time had been compressed, and Song Yiren could hear the sound of his bones squeezing.

A falling dead leaf that was close to me slowed down a hundred times faster in front of me, and the texture on the leaves was also "collapsed".

The rattan on the hat was dismantling, and a branch collapsed.

The Taoist temple in Wudao Mountain is still complete. Countless fallen leaves are stacked on the round air wave barrier, constantly being shaken and broken by the soul and the aura. On the stone ring, Zenzi and Luzi were trapped in silent struggle. The battle between souls is extremely dangerous, and blood was overflowing on the corners of their lips.

It's hard to part with it.

"I have something to say..." The voice under the hat looked trembling and stable, "I want to say it to you."

The old man sitting in a wheelchair was silent after hearing this.

Then a slight movement was made.

His hands fell down, he held the handle, rubbed his fingers, and the drums of the wheelchair made a "click" sound of friction with the ground. The old man slowly moved himself in a direction. He looked at the young man calmly. At this angle, he could see everything clearly—

Sometimes, by looking at each other, you can understand what a person wants to say.

But his eyes were all blocked by something.

The old man found that the hat made of the straw hat blocked the young man's face. All he could see was the hat that was constantly collapsed in compression.

So he frowned and knocked his fingers slightly. The hat was lifted up, revealing Song Yiren's pale face.

Ju Xing changed his comfortable posture and sat in a wheelchair. He tapped his finger again, looking at Song Que's son with old and turbid eyes, signaling that the young man could continue talking.

He maintained this position.

He wanted to look at Song Yiren.

He wants to see... at this moment, as Song Que's son, what this young man can say.

What can these words change?

"When I was very young, Song Que told me a truth..."

Song Yiren did not avoid the old man's gaze.

He spoke hard.

"Although there are innate geniuses in this world, there are also acquired mortal bodies, through hard work

, the person who achieves the great way."

Ju Xing said calmly.

Yes.

That's true... Not every great practitioner who left his name in history is talented and born invincible. Many of the great figures did not show their sharpness before they could get enlightened.

The word "late-achieving" really exists in this world.

The old man slowly said, "There are too few such people."

Song Yiren smiled, "It's rare... It's natural that it's more difficult for ordinary people to reach the top than a genius to reach the top. But Song Que told me this sentence, not to encourage me to 'the stupid bird flew first'."

The old man said lightly: "You are not a stupid bird, you have high qualifications."

The smile on Song Yiren's face bloomed even more. He did not mean any shame, but took the sentence openly.

"I know this without you saying it."

When he was young, "Jinglian" practiced in Lingshan, and became famous for his extraordinary qualifications. The Zen Zi Luzi, who had not yet ascended the throne, were considered to be of extraordinary talent, and Jinglian and the two of them practiced without any loss.

Everyone said that Song Que gave birth to a good son.

At the temple of Wudao Mountain, the old man fell into a brief silence.

He looked at Song Yiren with great confusion, really not understanding, how could Song Que give birth to such a "good son"?

In the current situation.

Does Jinglian just want to chat with herself or hear this praise?

"Of course I'm not saying this..." Song Yiren looked straight at the old man. Sometimes, while a person "reads" others, he would also fall into a situation of "being read". Two people looked at each other and wanted to see through each other's thoughts. This means... Song Yiren could not hide the secret, and Ju Xing was the same.

"What do you want to say?"

The voice of Juxing was a little impatient.

"Mortals can defeat geniuses through hard work." Song Yiren said calmly: "Not to mention that geniuses can defeat another genius through hard work... Daoxuan failed last time, so he made him trek for seven years and practiced hard for seven years, so... Will Fazheluo definitely be defeated by Daofei in the battle of souls? I believe that you have a clearer answer to this question than me."

The old man held ten fingers of the handle and subconsciously pinched the wood.

"You used the fallen geese formation in advance."

“That’s the answer.”

Song Yiren's tone was no longer solemn, but gradually became relaxed and jumped away, even with a hint of mockery, "The ghost cultivator in the East Realm is adopting the 'fire of vows', and the Zen law battle was temporarily advanced, so the change in Wudao Mountain was also advanced, and the monk soldiers in Lingshan were gathering. This is the main battlefield of Buddhism, and the turmoil is only temporary. As long as the order is restored and the head-on confrontation is head-on, the ghost cultivator will be defeated. You have no time."

A slight pause.

The whole process is only a moment when sorting out your thoughts.

"Let me guess. The East Realm wants to collect the 'Wish Fire' in order to accumulate the power of vows... What you call 'seeing the True Buddha' is the gift they promised to you. These Buddhist vows have become evil black fires through the special tempering methods of ghost cultivation. These vows have also been transformed and are no longer faith in Lingshan." Song Yiren stared at the old man, "The dark altar in the depths of the dense forest is the work of the ghost cultivation? These vows must be digested through the 'altar'... and then something amazing will be released. Is this the 'True Buddha' you want to see?"

Ju Xing looked at the young man.

"You want Shenxiu to win because he is an indispensable link... Every link is very important when the altar is opened." Song Yiren murmured: "You can't stand up, so he must do something for you, but if he loses to Daoxuan, then all this will not end."

The old man had no expression on his face and said, "Continue guessing."

Song Yiren grinned and said, "Uncle Juxing, you are now

You must hate me to death? The situation is like this, but unfortunately I am standing by your side. If you release your bondage to me, then I will directly take your life. You control the fallen geese formation, but you cannot directly end the battle for Zen law... Otherwise, according to the plan, Shen Xiu killed Daoxuan and opened the altar of the wish fire. You have now seen the so-called true Buddha."

The old man was silent.

"Because you are afraid of death, you dare not let go of your restrictions on me. After all, you still cherish your life." Song Yiren continued to mock: "If you believe in the so-called 'true Buddha', it is better to take a gamble and let go of the fallen geese formation to see if the 'true Buddha' can protect you forever?"

Ju Xing calmly said: "If you just want to say this, then you have lost... because I won't get angry, Shenxiu will win this game, and you will die after that."

Song Yiren said calmly: "I am Song Que's son."

Ju Xing smiled and raised his head, "After the Battle of Tianhailou, the conflict between the two worlds became more and more acute. All Nirvana of the Great Sui Dynasty was summoned by the Emperor's Order, and Daozong and Lingshan were no exception... At this moment, Song Que was fighting in the north."

Cold sweat ejaculated from Song Yiren's forehead.

His afterwards he glimpsed the gap in the temple being bombarded by the fallen geese formation. Countless black flames were originally showing the momentum of shining the sky, and black robes were passing by. The ghost cultivators climbed the wind to restrain their wishes with bottles. At this moment, the fire-burning clouds in the sky had been restrained by 80%, and they were almost completed... Those fire-stealers in the East were about to succeed. If nothing unexpected happened, the next step was to rush to the altar and summon the so-called "true Buddha".

And the Taoist temple beneath him also had an unusual movement at this moment.

The two men who were still stalemate seemed to tremble slightly at this moment, as if they were loose, their shoulders shook dust, and a large amount of blood suddenly surged out of Luzi's forehead and nose... And his face suddenly pale as paper, and his whole aura faded. He opened his eyes and stared at Shenxiu with a dark look.

Shen Xiu, who had been hiding his head for twenty years in Zen, also had bleeding from his face, but when he opened his eyes, his eyes were clear.

His lips were as red as the rouge contained in a married woman.

Daoxuan's robe was covered with blood that was redder than rouge, densely packed, like a snake, and his whole body was still like a rock, but his breath suddenly fell... The battle between souls and souls, the battle between power and power, the outcome was decided.

Ju Xing turned his back to the temple.

But he already knew the ending, so at this moment the corners of his lips were raised, his old face seemed quite proud, and his palm gently wiped the sweat from his hands... The old man looked at Song Yiren and asked as if he was a death sentence.

"Is there anything else I want to say?"

Song Yiren's eyes were always clear.

He looked directly at his uncle, calmly said, and repeated again: "I am Song Que's son."

Song Yiren asked irrelevantly.

"Do you believe in life?"

The old man who was originally in the judgment was now full of confusion.

Song Yiren sighed.
To be continued...