Duan Rui's mind was almost completely blank, and an unprecedented and unimaginable experience made this Baiquetian Demon who could stop his night crying in recent years feel a familiar and strange sense of weakness. Just like when he was young, he faced the "crazy sword" Su Meng, who could not beat him or her, and he could not get rid of it. It was not until the magician took action that he successfully escaped.

Just now, Shao Changge, the descendant of "Brand Weaving" by Shao Changge and Yingning, the descendant of Huanxi Bodhisattva, were the vast green sea where cattle and sheep were seen withered cattle and sheep, and now he was a gray-robed monk, a sick young master and a sword-holding fairy, a big river flowing eastward, an iron chain across the water, all over the world, and in an instant, he changed the world?

On the grassland, Shao Changge and Yingning stood blankly, their eyes wide open, looking at the place where Duan Rui disappeared, their mouths opened little by little, and they could not make any sound.

What happened just now?

A hand suddenly appeared in the void and grabbed the Baiquetian Demon. While floating, the breath was slightly revealed, and the scene opposite appeared like a shadow, making people inexplicably familiar!

After a few breaths, Shao Changge's pupils suddenly contracted and he shouted in dismay:

"Mad Sword!"

"Mad Sword" Su Meng!

I will never admit my mistake in this familiar aura. Although I have never seen a mad sword, my lady has collected a thunder knife, called it an "evil disaster". She often plays with it until the Ninth Heaven returns. The original owner of this knife is Su Meng. Her aura remains on the sword and never fades away. I have heard of it from time to time!

And Yingning almost murmured: "Jiangdong."

It feels like the scenery is definitely Jiangdong. I was born in Jiangdong and experienced it in Jiangdong after I learned it. It is impossible to admit my mistake!

The two spoke almost at the same time, then subconsciously looked at each other, combining each other's words to come to a terrifying conclusion:

He was far away from Jiangdong and took action from a distance, directly captured Duan Rui, the "Hundred Demon"!

Today, who can do it except Su Wuming, who is omnipresent?

Is this a omnipresent legendary feature, or is it a unique magical feature?

What realm does the "mad sword" reach?

The two of them were scared and fled in a hurry, flying to the place where they returned to the heaven of immortality, like a young man who had just emerged. After encountering setbacks, they sought the protection of their teachers.

After the blank, Duan Rui had countless thoughts in his mind, and soon recognized the "Such God Sword" Wang, and the "Taishang Divine Sword" Jiang Zhiwei. Immediately afterwards, he found that the gray-robed monk in front of him was very familiar, as if he had seen him somewhere before.

Ignoring the deep and silent temperament and withered and tired appearance, this is a very outstanding face. The thick and black sword eyebrows seem to be able to absorb the eyes of people...

Suddenly, a cognition was highlighted in Duan Rui's mind:

"Mad Sword" Su Meng!

Su Meng, the "crazy sword" who has been in the world for more than ten years and has been in desperate situations, has remained unchanged in his heart.

"This is Jiangdong. He took action across half of the Great Jin Dynasty, the entire Northern Zhou Dynasty and half of the grassland, and grabbed me..." His previous cognition and current enlightenment made Duan Rui's body tremble uncontrollably, and his legs seemed to be unable to support him.

The violent and fierce aura flashed by, and was immediately overwhelmed by extreme fear. Duan Rui was not restrained, but he did not dare to resist or escape.

Wang Siyuan leaned back slightly, raised his head, muttering to himself, as if sighing:

"The causes of all fruits..."

Yuanshi Tianzun!

Jiang Zhi's eyes shone slightly and she was full of interest.

"In the past, I was soft-hearted. I pity you for having two souls and cannot control yourself. I have committed all kinds of mistakes. I still have room to turn back and never used to eliminate evil." Meng Qi looked at Duan Rui and spoke slowly, "In the past ten years, I have not known how many people died in vain. A thought of kindness satisfying themselves, but let others suffer it. It is my fault. Today is the time to atone for sins."

Duan Rui's heartbeat suddenly accelerated twice, and his whole body gradually became cold. The approaching death made him extremely frightened. What flashed through his mind were incomplete corpses. These were all the souls of his own men. Now, are you going to follow their footsteps?

Thump, Duan Rui suddenly crawled and said wailingly: "Senior, please spare me, no, Master, please spare me, Yuan Jing is weak and young, they cannot lose me. You, you can destroy my martial arts, don't, don't kill me, let me leave my life to take care of them."

Meng Qi looked at him with indifferent eyes, as if he was a monk who was really doing silence: "When you killed innocent people, did you ever feel soft because of their begging for mercy?"

With a bang, Duan Rui's fear exploded, black gas emerged from his eyes, ears, mouth, nose and other orifices. His body suddenly split into pieces, his limbs and arms were covered in the air, and his nose was covered in blood and filth.

He used a secret technique and tried to escape.

A sword light lit up and quickly divided into countless thin filaments, formed into nets, covering black gas broken limbs, and shrinking into light balls.

The blood stains in the light ball were squirming, and Duan Rui appeared again.

Seeing that Meng Qi did not take action, Jiang Zhiwei looked at the wound on his chest that had not recovered, drew his sword and pulled out the sheath, and then stopped Duan Rui by slightly.

At this time, Wang Siyuan coughed twice and smiled and said, "You actually have a glimmer of hope."

Hum? Duan Rui was already desperate and tried his best to grab the last life-saving straw.

"As long as we help us open the stone door in the back mountain of Shaolin, we will only destroy your martial arts, destroy your foundation, suppress you under the Shaolin back mountain of Shaolin, and think about your mistakes, and we can meet your wife and children every year." Wang Siyuan said the harsh conditions, but compared with the previous death, Duan Rui accepted it without hesitation.

Meng Qi didn't say anything, nor did he agree with Wang Siyuan's words.

Wang Siyuan sent a message and said, "The magic skills he practiced were made by practicing the Yijin Jing. It was very strange and had deep malicious intentions. If he had no ability to suppress it and could not vent, he would die in a mad manner for less than seven days."

This is a conclusion drawn from one failed death row prisoner.

Jiang Zhi shook her head and laughed: "A charlatan is a charlatan. You can even impotent if you don't tell lies."

The light of escape rose and several people went straight to Shaolin.

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This time, Wang Siyuan did not try to conceal Shaolin, but came to the door openly.

In the Main Hall, eminent monks gathered.

"Master..." Meng Qi bowed to Xuanbei without saying anything, but just called out to Master, and the sound of the sound was lingering, as if it was choked.

Xuan was sad about the yellow monk's robe and red cassock. He looked at Meng Qi with a kind expression, and sighed with emotion, "It's true that my nephew is like my uncle."

He stood out and turned around and bowed to Wusi, who held the nine-ring tin staff in his hand: "Namo Amitabha, abbot, let me leave the affairs of Ananda Pure Land in the back mountain."

Without thinking and no objection, he only recited the Buddha's name in a low voice.

There was no need to hide, and the few people quickly arrived at the stone gate.

The glass light on the door is turning, and the Zen meaning is timeless. "Love, righteousness, goodness, benevolence, don't enter this door" eight words are like Bodhi and pure, like Vajra.

"Open the door." Wang Siyuan ordered Duan Rui.

Jiang Zhi flicked the hilt slightly, and a slight sword light burst out from Duan Rui's body, regaining his skills.

Duan Rui's eyes became dark, his aura was evil and dirty, his expression was distorted and ferocious. He stuck out his right hand and turned into a dark claw, and slapped it on the stone gate.

When the black air poured in silently, Wang Siyuan's right hand suddenly appeared in black and white, condensed into an illusory Luoshu, pushing forward.

The Buddha's seal on the stone gate has not changed, and the glass remains the same, but it is strange and slowly opened, as if there is something in a distance.

The back of the door was the same as Meng Qi in the fragments of the universe. There was no sun, no moon, no breath, no wind, no clouds, no mountains, only the dark earth, dark red blood everywhere, and dense broken arms and residual limbs.

The mysterious and sad chanting Buddha's name is revealed behind it, and the appearance of Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva appears, using the sutra of saving the soul to eliminate all kinds of obsessions and demonic intentions.

Wang Siyuan once again suppressed Duan Rui, worried that there would be some places in Ananda's Pure Land that could use his magic skills.

With the current realm and strength of several people, they successfully arrived at the foot of Mount Sumeru, which was divided into seven layers. At a glance, the formations such as "cutting off the purity", "falling into the world", and "contaminating the cause and effect" were destroyed. It was either Han Guang's actions or the consequences caused by Meng Qi and Wang Siyuan.

This place cannot fly, even if the formation does not exist, Meng Qi and others have to walk along the mountain road. Xuanbei stood side by side with him and suddenly said, "When my master caused the Tang family to destroy the family, I felt guilty and blamed myself. It was not that I regretted the injustice on the road and drew my sword to help me, but that I hated myself for not doing well enough or not secret enough. If my enemy was not still in the world, I might have lost all my thoughts and my heart was dead, and I would have ended my life. Fortunately, the old man was still alive. His hatred and deep pain supported me to go on. Although I knew this was inconsistent with Buddhism, I dare not forget it."

"It is precisely because of this that you killed the old man crying, and repaid your hatred, and no longer bothered by it day and night. Finally, you have a great enlightenment. Today, you only have one wish left for your teacher, which is to one day master the mystery of life and death, resurrect your family, and restore their peaceful and happy life."

He said this not to express himself, but to tell Meng Qi that if he supports it, he will always come out. If he can't support it, then find a goal to support it, such as hatred!

Meng Qi turned his head to look at the master, and there seemed to be a flash of fire in his eyes. He immediately calmed down and said softly: "Disciple understand."

At this time, several people passed through the destroyed first six-level formation and saw the seventh level and the top of the mountain.

There are deep pits and cracks everywhere, full of signs of destruction. It seems that a war has been experienced in the distant era. If the Pure Land had not been destroyed and the mountains had not collapsed, they would have ceased to exist long ago.

Of course, there are no traces of formations on the seventh level.

Meng Qi, Xuan Bei, Jiang Zhiwei and Wang Siyuan walked slowly forward, cautiously, suddenly, a sigh sounded in the scene of destruction:

"If the mind is not calm and the emotions are not peaceful, then the reincarnation of the world, breaking the precepts and taking precepts, how can we see the Tathagata?"
Chapter completed!