On success or failure.

Working hard is important.

Luck is more important.

Song Yiren's words were circling around the old man's ears, and Ju Xing's expression was a little dazed, followed by hideous pain.

After the fallen geese formation was broken, the young man's actions were no longer at all. He raised his hands, flew through the scabbard, pulled out the long knife from his waist, and then cut it down at extremely fast speed. Two narrow blades were inserted into the palm of the old man's hand pressed on the armrest of the wheelchair, and nailed the two arms to the wooden board.

Song Yiren looked at the face of the master calmly. The old man's arms were pierced by a long knife, trembling constantly, his face was hideous and twisted, and a hoarse sound of horror sounded in his throat.

Jinglian kept talking to herself...is it to delay time?

The formation patterns of the fallen geese formation have been dismantled!

Ju Xing shouted in a low voice.

"Is it Ning Yi?"

"It's Ning Yi."

Song Yiren squatted in front of the uncle with a smile, and did not deny it, but admitted this fact calmly.

"Using the 'singularity' to break the space barriers, and then dismantle the falling geese pattern." He said lightly, "The things I can do are very limited, just believe in Ning Yi. I admit that I have the gambling element... but I bet right."

The old man's palm, where the blade was inserted, did not seep out of blood.

This is an extremely strange picture. His ten fingers repeatedly pressed the wheelchair and then loosened it, as if he was sitting on pins and needles, but the blade was filled with stable suppression, which made him unable to move.

The incision was extremely smooth, but no blood was overflowing... Song Yiren frowned. Of course he noticed this. At the same time, he also noticed that the black lotus on the side of the old man's fair neck had begun to "breed" at this moment, and the lotus imprints spread one after another on the scapula of the winding shoulder blades, like a painting that destroyed the world.

This energy collides in the body of Qixing.

It completely violates the rules of this world.

"Immortal...Immortal."

Two words flashed through Song Yiren's mind.

shadow.

He looked gloomy and leaned forward, just about to ask.

The old man in the wheelchair gasped and suddenly burst into laughter.

This laughter is extremely stunning!

He practiced Buddhism throughout his life and was steady by nature, but he was very crazy at this moment. After the fallen geese formation broke, the three-foot space that had originally existed collapsed.

This sound is full of evil spirits, as if it was filled with lead, extremely hoarse and harsh.

Song Yiren's expression suddenly changed. The jade pendants hanging around her waist broke one after another at this moment, making a loud and thumping sound of jade breaking. The jade chips were directly swept open by the invisible impact energy, and the chest seemed to be hit by someone with a punch.

He held the long knife with both hands to prevent his extremely dangerous uncle from standing up from his wheelchair.

At the same time, a thought came into my mind!

Soul!

The art of attacking souls!

Master Xuyun's attainment of "spiritual soul" is recognized as unparalleled in the world and unique in the world. As one of the three direct disciples of Master Xuyun, his spiritual soul attack is also extremely powerful. The divine sea kills people invisible. This killing technique is not confined by the body and is instantly soundless.

Song Yiren groaned and said fiercely: "It's over now, and you still have to struggle?"

Although the old man's voice was turbid and hoarse, his pupils were clear. He said with a ferocious face and loud voice: "Is it me struggling?"

In the temple, the results of the dispute over Zen law have been separated.

Luzi Daoxun was defeated by Shenxiu in the battle of the soul.

The "Fazero" who traveled all over the world for Lingshan and announced his identity lost to the "innate Taoist fetus" with hidden edge in the final decisive battle.

Song Yiren had blue veins on his forearm, and he clutched the hilt of the knife. At this moment, he understood the sarcasm of Master Ju Xing... Although the fallen geese formation was broken, it became a general trend for the ghost cultivator to collect the "Wish Fire". The most important thing is the battle for Zen law. At present, Shenxiu won the victory. As long as he could not escape, Shenxiu's next actions would not be blocked.

At this moment, Ning Yi's energy is not yet available at the top of the mountain.

The people from the East Realm must be extremely strong, and they are entangled with Ning Yi.

"May the fire be together and the door open."

The old man's hands trembled like a sieve, and the blade cut into his skin, like cutting white paper. The price of "immortality" was... The pain he felt was ten times stronger than that of ordinary people. In his opinion, this was the gift of the true Buddha, and there was no gift in this world that was given in vain.

What is more precious than "eternity"?

He only regards his own senses as practice and enlightenment.

Ten fingers slowly raised, flipped hard, and the slender blade cut through the muscles and bones, and the wound was opened with a shocking hole, but such a sudden pain did not slow down the movements at all... on the contrary, it was more stable.

In a twisted and weird posture, he held two slender knives in his backhand.

Ju Xing showed a satisfied, silent smile.

His old eyes narrowed into a slit.

The expression when holding the knife...is like announcing your own victory.

...

...

"The ambush outside Mingsha Mountain... was done by you."

A low, intermittent, painful voice sounded in the dojo.

This temple is empty and empty, like hell.

The falling geese formation, the ghost cultivator, wishing the fire to get out of control... The blazing flames swallowed the two protagonists of the Buddhist Association. The floating beads outside had long been broken and damaged. The only few remaining reflected the fuzzy scenes of twists and turns, and no one has paid attention to them.

Lu Zi Daoxuan, who was covered in blood, held the Zen Staff with one hand, and his whole body was pressed against the Zen Staff. His whole body was like a sandbag that could fall at any time. He walked through the world, tempered his body and beat his spirit. He had never slacked off in his practice in the past seven years... However, "talent" will determine a person's upper limit.

This showdown is the same as the result of seven years ago.

However, Daoxuan's expression was very calm, his eyes were indifferent and cold, his eyes slightly swept up, and he looked over Shenxiu's shoulders and looked at the sky above the temple.

"I thought... Jinglian was ordered to come to Xiao Leiyin Temple to be accomplice with you." Daoxuan lowered his eyebrows and tried to calm down Zen's heart. "Now it seems that I misunderstood him, and he has not changed."

Come from Mingsha Mountain.

Being ambushed all the way.

The comrades of the Literature Sect died miserably, and then they met "Jinglian" and "Cinsha". Daoxuan was a cautious person who dared to attack and kill the Literature Sect outside Mingsha Mountain... The will behind it was extremely huge. In recent years, because of the attack on Zheluo, he traveled to the east, gave countless charity, and killed ghost cultivators, he was quite famous among the Shura in the southern territory and made many merits. The great figures in Lingshan were vaguely dissatisfied.

Those big men need to maintain a balance between Zen and Vinaya, and at least not want to see a "one-sided" situation before the outcome of the Buddhist son is decided.

Behind Junior Brother Jinglian is the great guest of Buddhism Song Que.

Daoxuan could not confirm the will of "Song Que", and it was even more impossible to rashly place Jinglian into his own camp... He dragged the Buddha statue to Xiao Leiyin Temple alone, and would no longer trust anyone except him.

"Junior Brother Jinglian has not changed. He has always been so simple and can trust others too much."

Shen Xiu smiled and said, "You have not changed. You are too decisive in killing but too lonely. You can't trust others too much... No matter which one is, it's not good. You need to prepare for both things and listen to others when doing things and listening to others."

Daoxuan looked at Shenxiu.

He said softly: "You have changed."

Shenxiu sighed and shook her head, "That can only be said... you don't understand me. I've never changed."

Riko's eyes were a little dim. When she was young, the three of them practiced, played, and were companions, and there was no such sense of alienation... At that time, everything was fake?

The answer is already very obvious.

Shen Xiu was born as a "Taofei". If it weren't for the duel seven years ago, this secret would not be revealed to the world until the last moment of the duel of the Buddhist son.

When the three of them were young, they became friends.

He naturally chose to "hide" and it was seamless.

Shen Xiu Muran looked at Daoxuan's expression.

"Leaving the temple, everyone will know that Vazero was defeated

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Between talking.

He is also trying to restore his strength. The gap between him and Luzi has been narrowed down in the past seven years. Although the battle between soul and soul was a victory, he was also "hardly injured"...

"It is better to have a blow before a thousand miles of wiring. Zen Buddhism has been deployed for many years, and it is this moment that I am waiting for." Shen Xiu let out a sigh and said quietly: "I will accept the Buddha statue you dragged in, and I will accept it together..."

He paused and said, "Your life."

Shenxiu began to move forward.

And he only took one step, hung in the air, and then took it back.

The black smoke was swaying and the black flames were raging. Daoxuan's robe swayed in the fire wind. The man covered in blood was quite tired. He leaned against the Zen stick, and his whole body was like a swaying reed, which could be broken back at any time. There seemed to be something supporting him on his waist and back.

One hand.

A stable, warm hand.

The one who stretched out this hand and pressed it on Daoxuan's back was a simple-dressed boy with a pretty face. He held a black lotus in his palm... From the moment the battle between Zen and law began, everyone ignored it. There was such a person in this temple.
To be continued...