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Xie Que's fingertips drew a track in the void, and an endless sea of ​​blood burst out from his brow.

Then it stretched into the long river of time and turned into a giant Buddha shadow.

This Buddha shadow is completely different from the ordinary golden body, with a blood-colored halo flowing all over the body.

"Mingguang Zufo..."

"Today I will experience it!"

"Chu Junyin, do you really want to be someone else's puppet for the rest of your life?"

Mingguang Zufo's voice was louder at this moment, and he also noticed Xie Que who was tracing back to the source at a glance, knowing that he could not delay any longer.

In an instant, a huge Buddha light lit up from his palm.

"Since you are stubborn, let me save you!"

The Buddha light burst, and the sound of heavenly Sanskrit sound rang out.

Chu Junyin stood on the crest of the blood river, his eyes gradually becoming dull.

The Aurora Sword in his hand swallowed and spit out the blood-colored blade, and the golden and red colors in his eyes flickered alternately.

That was the confrontation between the Buddha's light of salvation and his own remaining consciousness.

"Just a little teaching, do you think that awakening these fragmented memories can shake my heart?"

Chu Junyin's sword suddenly turned, splitting the blood wave surging beside him into two.

Xie Que's pupils shrank slightly, and his monk robe fluttered without wind.

He clearly saw the blue veins on Chu Junyin's wrist holding the sword, which was the ironclad evidence that there was still humanity in his consciousness.

It didn't mean that Chu Junyin was completely saved.

"Ding--"

The moment the Aurora Sword Intent swept away, the whole river of time was bloody.

The sword light that Chu Junyin cut out suddenly stagnated, and the sword body reflected a rainy night thousands of years ago.

At that time, he trembled and slowly opened the "Hongmeng Parasitic Secret" given to him by Tong Shucheng.

He was almost desperate, and finally saw the hope of breaking through the realm of God from then on.

This was the only real fragment in the memory woven for him by the Buddha Mingguang.

Suddenly, Chu Junyin turned around, and the sword light also went towards the ancestor Buddha.

"Hmph! Stubborn!"

The blood river suddenly boiled, and Chu Junyin's sword light shattered in an instant.

The cold snort of Mingguang ancestor Buddha fell from the sky: "You really have the courage of a son of destiny!"

A golden light chain broke through the air and directly trapped Chu Junyin's body and soul.

Xie Que laughed out loud.

He understood that Mingguang ancestor Buddha's salvation was a complete failure.

In the sea of ​​blood, countless arms made of blood suddenly stretched out, grabbed the golden light chain and tore it hard: "Do you think Chu Junyin is just my tool?"

The chain that was originally golden and stained with Buddha's light suddenly became as black as ink.

That was the seven emotions and six desires that Chu Junyin had been stained with in the past, which Mingguang ancestor Buddha could never refine.

As long as Chu Junyin still had human emotions, Mingguang ancestor Buddha would never be able to assimilate him.

Chu Junyin's body began to tremble, and fine cracks appeared in his soul.

He saw the blood in front of him gather into the shape of Wanyu, and what she held in her hand was the flower of the other shore.

"Don't think I can do nothing to you!"

The angry roar of Mingguang Zufo shattered the three thousand miles of void, and countless Dharma bodies representing the past jumped out of the long river of time.

However, Chu Junyin's sword was faster than him, and the Aurora Sword suddenly turned around and pierced into his forehead.

Suddenly, the blood river rolled back, and Chu Junyin's body and soul exploded, turning into a sky full of stars and scattered into the long river of time.

This sound, which was wrapped in a little human impact, actually made Mingguang Zufo's past bodies stagger.

Xie Que was waiting for this moment, and the sea of ​​blood in the sky turned into flowing light and sank into the starlight that Chu Junyin had turned into.

In an instant, Xie Que heard the crisp sound of the sky cracking.

The perfect golden body of Mingguang Zufo finally showed the first crack.

"Too naive!"

Even so, Mingguang Zufo did not have the slightest emotional fluctuation.

Because he was originally transformed by the way of heaven, a natural god, without a trace of humanity.

The long river of time was covered with golden ripples, and the blood river under Xie Que's feet suddenly boiled.

The shadow of the past was floating on the crest of the wave, and every drop of blood was reflecting the past.

The cassock of Mingguang Zufo fluttered in time and space, and the golden body Dharma image showed a thousand hands and a thousand eyes, and each palm held a thread representing cause and effect.

"He is a person in Mingguang Realm."

"He is connected with me by cause and effect, how can I easily sever this relationship?"

"The sea of ​​suffering is boundless, turn back and you will find the shore."

The Buddhist sound penetrated countless timelines, and countless Chu Junyin raised their heads. It seemed that they heard this Buddhist sound of the future.

Those hair-thin causal lines entangled his soul, dragging out a guiding route in the long river of time.

Xie Que let out a long roar, and the blood river rolled back and flew over.

The true meaning of martial arts filled the blood river, and actually chased the causal thread.

The moment the true meaning of martial arts collided with the Dharma body of heaven, the entire long river of time paused.

Countless cosmic lights burst out from the collision point, turning into phantoms all over the sky.

Mingguang Zufo didn't care at all that Xie Que followed him, but continued to induce causality.

"If you don't understand now, when will you?"

Three thousand Saha worlds emerged in the Buddha's light, and each world reflected the reflection of Chu Junyin's different endings.

"Do you think that changing the past will definitely succeed?"

Xie Que's voice shattered three phantoms condensed by cosmic light, and each phantom reflected his fight with Mingguang Zufo at different times.

The thousand-handed Dharma image of Mingguang Zufo suddenly formed a seal, and the long river of time began to flow in the opposite direction.

But Xie Que's true meaning of martial arts had already covered the past, completely locking the time and space node where Chu Junyin was.

"You can go! I can go too!"

Due to the continuous battle between the two, the long river of time suddenly rolled up a vortex.

The Buddha's seal of the ancestor Mingguang Buddha turned into a golden-winged roc, picking up Chu Junyin's causal line and piercing it into 60,000 years ago.

In the picture reflected by the Blood River, the thin boy was kneeling under the Bodhi tree, and the Buddha light condensed from the monk's fingertips was about to be engraved into his eyebrows.

"It's time to change the chess player in this game." Xie Que stepped into the past, and the true meaning of martial arts condensed into a middle-aged man's body.

In this time and space of the past 60,000 years, the young man transformed by Chu Junyin was about to become a monk.

Xie Que instantly appeared in front of the boy, and the ripples caused by the fist wind shocked the Bodhi tree into powder.

The monk's cassock robe swelled with three thousand Sanskrit words, but was swallowed by all the invisible fields in front of Xie Que.

"What kind of Buddhist teachings can be practiced? What does Buddhism mean?"

Xie Que suddenly pressed the boy's trembling shoulders, and a red light like sparks lit up deep in his pupils:

"Let me teach you what is the truth about the burning of stars."

The seven hundred and twenty acupoints around him exploded and the gushing blood collapsed into a singularity in the Buddha's light barrier.

The causal thread of the ancestor of Mingguang Buddha was tensed at this moment.

If it is cut off, it means that He has failed and has not yet taken back Chu Junyin.

The mushroom cloud soared into the sky from the warrior's spine, but it was not an ordinary appearance of destruction.

In the light column of red and gold, dust continues to multiply, illuminating the Pure Land of Buddhism into transparent glass.

The young man's broken memories were reorganized in the strong light. He saw that under Xie Que's teaching in his previous life, he tempered his body in a star-like world.

Chu Junyin suddenly had relevant knowledge about "nuclear fission" in his mind, and the huge explosion under his feet burned the Buddha's light to a dullness.

The golden body of the ancestor Mingguang Buddha suddenly cracked, and the causal backlash of 60,000 years ago followed the long river of time.

The ancestor's Buddhist Dharma suddenly turned into flowing light and shot towards the farther past, and Xie Que's figure still followed.

That distant 129,600 years ago.

On the top of Taihua Mountain, clouds and mist are shrouded in the snow.

The young man was wearing a simple green shirt and couldn't get up in front of Yuxu Palace.

At this time, a white-bearded Taoist, with a childish face, wearing a Taoist robe and holding a whisk in his hand.

He walked slowly to Chu Junyin with steady steps.

"Since you are sincere, the old Taoist will teach you a book of immortals..."

"It is called "Hongmeng Parasitic Art"..."

He raised his hand slightly, and a soft light shone out from his fingertips, trying to lead him into this path.

Just at this moment, the auspicious clouds surging in the sky and the light shines brightly.

A monk was elegant in shape and came from the clouds.

There are thousands of golden pieces all over his body, like a god.

The monk waved his sleeves, and a golden light flew out of his sleeves, shining brightly in the air.

The monk smiled and said, "I'm not sure what I said," he said:

"Do you know that the best way to live forever is to forget the best?

However, changes arise suddenly.

The old Taoist suddenly sighed:

"Only all things can be truly a straw dog if the heaven and earth are not kind!"

The conflict suddenly arose, and the sun fire in the hands of the ancestor Buddha of Mingguang soared into the sky.

In an instant, it seemed like there was a lifelike golden crow, with flames burning around it, as if it was about to burn everything in the world.

The golden crow spread its wings and flew high, making loud crys, pounced towards the old Taoist transformed by Xie Que. Wherever it passed, the space seemed to be twisted by high temperature.

Xie Que was not in a hurry, but just stomped his feet suddenly.

Suddenly, the entire Taihua Mountains began to be reorganized in a strange way.

The mountains shifted, the canyon closed, and the ice and snow splashed. The originally majestic Taihua Mountain instantly turned into a flat land.

Chu Junyin was in the center of two forces, like a lonely boat in the strong wind, ruthlessly torn.

His face turned red, his veins swelled up, and his qi and blood surging in his body.

At this critical moment of life and death, the old Taoist's fingertips also touched his eyebrows.

The "Hongmeng Parasitic Art" that I just obtained started to run spontaneously and began to draw the power of inspiration around me.

But the energy around was still too violent, and roared between them and collided, and Chu Junyin's body was shaking under the impact.

At this moment, the situation changed suddenly again.

Xie Chou suddenly recited the method of the two images of the body of the Xiyuan.

In an instant, Chu Junyin felt that his body seemed to explode into countless pieces, as if he wanted to reshape his soul.

At the same time, the golden crow transformed by the ancestor of Mingguang suddenly turned around and fell into Chu Junyin's soul like a meteor.

"My friend, don't believe what the evil way says!"

"Only by practicing my Mahayana Buddhism can you achieve the true fruit of immortality!"

"The teachings of this old Taoist are just some evil ways to take shortcuts, and they will never become great in the future!"

In just an instant, the boundless sound of Sanskrit resounded throughout Chu Junyin's mind.

He actually knelt directly towards the monk in the sky and said, "I hope Master will give you mercy."

The expression of the ancestor Mingguang Buddha remained unchanged, and he just pointed out:

"This is the love-forgotten chapter of the Supreme One!"

"You need to cultivate to attain Bodhi!"

"If you can learn this method, I will teach you Mahayana Buddhism in order to seek longevity and longevity!"

At this moment, the boy's eyes became "pious".

In an instant, the old Taoist appeared again: "Fantasy!"

As the bang was blowing, a woman's figure slowly appeared, her appearance, voice and appearance were like a real person.

Wanyu!

Chu Junyin suddenly had a memory in his mind.

Although he had not recovered all his complete memories at this moment, combined with the youth's spirit, he stood up and looked at the monks in the sky and said loudly:

"I don't want to cultivate the best love!"

"I don't want to be a monk, either!"

Immediately the young man turned around and kowtowed to the old Taoist: "Please accept me!"

Xie Que smiled when he heard this.

He looked at Mingguang Zufo: "It seems that I won this game again!"

Mingguang Zufo said nothing, but his figure disappeared in an instant.

800,000 years ago, Avici Hell.

The thick black death aura rolled and surged like a substance, as if it was going to swallow up all the vitality in the world.

Chu Junyin was wearing a black jailer's robe, and the corners of his clothes fluttered in the wind, as if stained with the resentment of countless wronged souls.

His face was grim, and he held the whip tightly in his hand.

The whip was woven from the hair of countless resentful spirits, and every time it was whipped, it would make a heart-pounding scream.

At this time, he was waving the whip, whipping those sinful evil souls to execute the punishment.

Suddenly, a melodious and solemn chanting sound came from the depths of hell.

That sound instantly calmed the restless evil souls.

Chu Junyin looked up and saw a golden statue of Ksitigarbha suddenly falling. The golden statue was a hundred feet tall, with a compassionate face, but also revealed an unquestionable solemnity.

A "卍" appeared on the palm of the golden statue, branding Chu Junyin's crown.

At the same time, the compassionate voice resounded through hell: "The sea of ​​suffering is boundless, only the Buddhist sect can cross it!"

At the same time, a roar broke the solemn atmosphere.

A fierce ghost exuded a strong bloody aura, like a surging blood wave, sweeping from the depths of the underworld.

He tore open the barrier of the eighteenth layer of hell with his hands.

The moment the barrier was broken, countless black cracks spread like a spider web, making bursts of creepy sounds.

The blood-red eyes of the Blood River Ghost stared at the Mingguang Zufo, and he shouted loudly: "You bald donkey! Don't bewitch the people of my underworld."

The conflict broke out instantly, and the Mingguang Zufo's face darkened: "It's you again, you are really haunting!"

He raised his hand and offered a red lotus fire, like a blooming red lotus, but exuding the breath of destroying everything.

The red lotus fire instantly enveloped the blood river transformed by Xie Que. Under the high temperature evaporation,

the blood river actually showed the strange structure of a Klein bottle, as if it twisted the space into an endless cycle, and wanted to trap Xie Que forever in it.

"I have made some progress and know something!"

Xie Que seemed to be unconcerned about this, and immediately offered the true meaning of martial arts, directly twisted time and space, and forcibly broke the shackles.

At this moment, Chu Junyin's whip in his hand was suddenly out of control, and at an incredible speed, it whipped towards the golden body of Ksitigarbha transformed by the Mingguang Zufo.

With a loud "snap", the whip accurately shattered the glass eyes of the golden body of Ksitigarbha.

The light of the golden body dimmed a little in an instant, and the groan of pain echoed in hell.

At this time, Mingguang Zu Buddha saw this and said again: "The Buddha looked at a bowl of water and saw 84,000 insects!"

In an instant, countless ghosts crawled out from the depths of the underworld.

"Look, if there is no Buddhist Dharma to save you, these evil ghosts will be as numerous as the sands of the Ganges River!"