However, although Gui Ji followed Yitian for a short time, his strength was recovering amazingly. Now he can compete with the formless seal, and the wordless monument can no longer suppress Gui Ji.

Yitian stared at the wordless monument, thinking about a question in his mind.

Since Buddhist masters have great supernatural powers, why don’t they directly destroy Guiji, but seal it in Feiyun City of Nangong Liehuo Empire? What is the mystery in this?

Furthermore, why should Buddhist masters seal the return of the silence with the wordless monument? Instead of other magic weapons?

Is there any secret hidden on this stele without words?

Lan Xin came to Yitian's side, and the worry on her face was replaced by surprise.

"Young Master, are you okay?"

Yitian whispered softly: "I was injured a little, but it was not a big deal. I guess the masters in Yuncheng will take notice soon. We have to deal with the matter here as soon as possible.,'

Lan Xin looked at the wordless monument in the temple and asked, "What are the young master planning to do?"

Yitian frowned and said, "Fight quickly and decide quickly, bet on luck."

Jumped up, Yitian grabbed the spiritual pen Guiji with one hand, poured his own power into Guiji's body, and stabbed towards the wordless monument.

The moment Yitian grabbed Guiji, his body was also attacked by the Buddha's light on the wordless monument, and there were slight trembling marks.

Immediately, Guiji's light was powerful. After receiving the blessing of Yitian, a dazzling green light burst out from the tip of the pen, forcing the golden light on the wordless monument to defend with all its strength, forming a golden light shield.

With a crisp sound, the light shield was broken. The Wuxiang Dharma Seal left by the Buddhist monk at the wordless monument was broken by Gui Ji's edge, but he shook the Yitian holding the pen directly.

Speaking of this, it has something to do with Yitian’s luck.

When Gui Ji was sealed in Gui Ji Temple, it was its weakest moment. At that time, the formless seal left by Buddhist monks was limited in power but was enough to suppress the weak Gui Ji.

Now, Gui Ji has recovered his three levels of strength and can already get rid of the constraints of the formless Dharma Seal.

Coupled with Yitian's deliberate help, Guiji's repulsion of the power of Buddhism, the two joined forces to shatter the not-so-no-formal seal in one fell swoop.

At that time, the wordless stele will shine with great power, and when it comes into contact with the tip of Gui Ji's pen, the two will be connected together instantly.

At this time, Yitian had been shaken away, Guiji and the wordless monument were connected to each other, with different lights.

Gui Ji's whole body was flashing with a strange green light, while the wordless monument emitted a dazzling deep purple light.

Yitian flashed back and stood outside the temple gate, paying close attention to Guiji and the wordless stele, and found that Guiji was wandering quickly, leaving a clear text on the wordless stele.

Lan Xin exclaimed, "Young Master, look, that seems to be a magic trick."

Yitian paid attention to the handwriting on the wordless monument and chanted softly: "Wuji Chaos Tai Chi's two qualities of movement and stillness, the principle of birth and death. Those who live change are changeable, and those who die return to silence. The alternation of birth and death are the ultimate principle in the world..." The sharp edge is peerless, and it should be the return to silence, shocking the heavens, killing the gods and destroying the emperor...... The Heart Sutra of Nirvana, as you wish, writing legends at your fingertips...'

Lan Xin said curiously: "The Heart Sutra of Nirvana sounds amazing, and it seems to be very good if you want it.,'

Yitian didn't say anything, and he found that the handwriting on the wordless monument was disappearing quickly, and the wordless monument was also shrinking rapidly, as if he was sucked into the body by Lingbi Guiji.

This scene lasted for a moment, and then there was something on the tip of the pen that had no words and returned to the silence.

It was a thin purple light belt wrapped around the tip of the pen, shaking at high speed, emitting a brilliant purple light.

Seeing this, Yitian suddenly withdrew his spiritual pen and Guiji. The purple light belt actually entered Yitian's body with Guiji, and clearly appeared in his mind.

At that time, Yitian will concentrate his mind, and the purple light band in his mind will automatically unfold, turning into clear fonts, floating in Yitian's mind, flashing with gorgeous light one by one.

The scene looked very strange. The purple light band seemed to evaporate, and it automatically decomposed while unfolding, transformed into fonts, flashing with strange light in a certain order.

Those flashing fonts are like memories, automatically imprinted in Yitian's mind and incorporate Yitian's thoughts.

Paying attention to those fonts, Yitian was surprised to find that this was actually the Heart Sutra of Nirvana, which was simply amazing.

There are three reasons why it is magical.

First, the Heart Sutra of Nirvana is hidden in the wordless monument, as small as silk, and difficult to detect.

Second, if there is no return to silence, the Heart Sutra of Nirvana cannot appear. Even if the wordless monument is broken, it will be in vain.

Third, the way of reading the Heart Sutra of Nirvana is also amazing, at least it was the first time Yitian encountered it.

If it weren't for everything, this would never have happened.

Now, Yitian has understood why Buddhist monks have to seal Guiji with the wordless stele, because the wordless stele and Guiji are originally two-in-one, just like swords and sword sheaths.

Guiji is a sword, and the wordless monument is a sword sheath.

"Master, I noticed that a master is coming here, let's go quickly.,'

The old Lan box said that Xisheng's Lulukou Rupan let Yitian wake up immediately. While he understood the Heart Sutra of Nirvana in his mind, he quickly left with Lan Xin.

After passing through several alleys, Yitian took Lan Xin to an intersection, and a look across the street raised Yitian's alertness.

It was the end of the morning, and the heavy rain last night had not stopped completely until the end of this matter.

The rain has stopped in Dongcheng District and Nancheng District, but the drizzle of cows is still flying in Xicheng District.

Across the street, under a big tree, there is an umbrella holder.

A pair of embroidered shoes are extremely exquisite, looming under the long fluttering skirt, standing in the air three inches above the ground.

In this way, the rain will not stain the embroidered shoes, allowing them to maintain their original color.

The eyes moved up, the white long skirt, the blue belt, the lifted breasts, and the beautiful face.

That was a beautiful girl of eighteen or nineteen years old, dressed like a holy fairy, with exquisite facial features, skin like jade, and her clear eyes flashed with spiritual charm, giving people a feeling of aura.

This girl is beautiful, at least compared to Lan Xin beside Yitian, but she has a different temperament. She has more elegance that Lan Xin does not have, and less obedience and softness that Lan Xin has.

Seeing Yitian's gaze, Lan Xin looked with the flow. When she saw the girl holding a flower umbrella, Lan Xin also showed surprise on her face, as if she was shocked by the girl's beauty.

Yitian frowned and suddenly had an unexpected problem.

"Xin'er, why are the two beauties of the Fire Empire born outside Feiyun City, not in Feiyun City?'

Lan Xin was stunned and didn't come back to her senses for a while. She didn't understand why the young master asked such a strange question.

After a moment, Lan Xin woke up and pondered: "Xin'er felt that perhaps she could maintain her pure beauty if she was born outside Feiyun City. If she was born inside Feiyun City, she would be infected with too much dust.'

Lan Xin's words were quite obscure, but Yitian could understand what she meant.

Big cities like Feiyun City have many strengths and constant disputes. How many places can remain pure?

Nangong Wanyi is an example. Even the masters of the Nangong family are rushing to get along and want to have a love affair, let alone other people with other surnames?

A beautiful woman may not have the ability to protect herself. If she was born in Feiyun City, who can guarantee that she will not be contaminated with dust and will not be blown up by the strong wind?

Yitian smiled complicatedly, met the eyes of the beautiful girl opposite, and led Lan Xin to the vicinity of the beautiful girl.

The corners of his mouth slightly raised, and a charming smile appeared on the girl's face, and she murmured: "I became famous in one battle, Nangong Feiyu.,'

Yitian's eyes moved slightly, and he was a little surprised and asked, "Who are you? How did you know I am Nangong Feiyu?"

The girl said calmly: "Last night, you killed thirteen martial emperors of the Shangguan family, which had already caused a sensation in Feiyun City. How many people don't know your name?,'

Yitian retorted: "Even if I have heard my name, I don't necessarily know me."

The girl smiled and said, "Feiyun City is not as good as elsewhere. The news here is quite well-informed, at least several times stronger than you think. My name is Murong Xiaoye, and I am a disciple of Huahun Xiaozhu.

If you want, I can paint a picture for you, which is considered a meeting gift.

Yitian changed his mind and said that the woman's name was Murong Xiaoye. She was obviously from the Murong family. She was one of the eight Xuanhuang families in Feiyun City.

At the same time, Murong Xiaoye is also a disciple of the Painting Soul of the Holy Emperor Taishi Shuyu. What does the dual identity mean?

"Drawing, okay. Are you going to draw soul Xiaozhu painting?,'

Yitian's answer made Lan Xin quite unhappy, thinking that the young master fell in love with the daughter of the Murong family.

In terms of appearance, Murong Xiaoye and Lan Xin are equally matched.

But Murong Xiaoye is much taller than Lan Xin in status.

Fortunately, Lan Xin is better than Murong Xiaoye in terms of cultivation, and the other party seems to be just a junior martial emperor.

Murong Xiaoye shook his head and said, "Going to the Soul Painting Xiaozhu will bring you a lot of trouble. Let's go to Yafengxuan not far ahead, which is quieter there.,'

Yitian had no objection, and under the leadership of Murong Xiaoye, he headed straight to Yafengxuan.

On the way, Yitian and Lan Xin were both secretly healing their wounds.

With Yitian's unique physique, after recovering from silence, the injuries in his body quickly recovered and had completely recovered at this moment.

Lan Xin was proud of God's help, and when she arrived at Yafengxuan, her internal injuries were healed.

Yafengxuan, a place where tea, painting, playing piano, and playing chess, the environment is quiet and the scenery is pleasant.

Murong Xiaoye brought Yitian and Lanxin to a private room, took out the brush and the drawing board, let Yitian sit by the window, and pose.

After looking at it for a while, Murong Xiaoye called Lan Xin, who was standing beside Yitian, to one side, and then began to concentrate on painting.

Lan Xin was a little unhappy. She wanted to stand with the young master and let Murong Xiaoye draw the two of them together, but who would have thought that Murong Xiaoye was so ignorant?

Yitian sat upright and stared at Murong Xiaoye, and found that whenever she wrote, the look of her eyes became very strange.
Chapter completed!