Fengyunlu

"This is......"

The scene was interrupted here, Bai Ximo's face was filled with doubts, and his eyes could not help but drift into the distance.

"Xumi Palace?"

For a while, Bai Ximo murmured a question. The old monk in the picture was a monk from Xumi Palace, one of the five emperor sects. His dharma name was Xuanyin. He was one of the nine sons of the Buddha in Xumi Palace. He was a master of Buddhism. , and even parade around all year round, doing a lot of good deeds for Xumi Palace.

But the strange thing is that he knows this old monk Bai Ximo, but he has never experienced the previous scene, and has never even heard of it. Why does it appear in front of his eyes, and it is as real as if he is here in the pool, even the eyes Every movement seems to be linked to Bai Ximo.

"Could it be that the treasure in this pool is an intentional reminder?"

"The old monk has arranged some trick to use the treasures in the pool, or the figure wrapped in black mist has something to do with this trip to Luoshen Peak, otherwise..."

Bai Ximo was still thinking about it, but after thinking for a long time, he couldn't figure it out. Until the next moment, when he was about to go into the pool to find out, the picture appeared in the water again.

"No, this is in the desert, so most of the things it involves are related to the desert. It seems..."

kill! !

Bai Ximo thought of the key point. Before it was completely clear, a roar in the picture was a scene he had never seen before.

Bai Ximo was busy with his thoughts and raised his eyes to look carefully. However, he saw the picture turning in the pool, the black shadow retreated back, and cursed: "Old monk, if you want to ruin my good deeds, then die!!"

After being blocked repeatedly, the black shadow became extremely angry and said an evil word. The black mist surrounding it began to surge violently as if it was alive. As it steamed, there was a faint sound of biting. It sounded like, It can't help but make people a little creepy.

Immediately afterwards, the black shadow's sleeves and robes flickered, and dozens of Youluo demons, as black as ink and cloud-like ghosts, transformed out of it, appeared, and headed straight for the old monk like hungry wolves.

Seeing this, the old monk's expression turned bitter: "I didn't expect that in half a month, the donor would be most in tune with the demonic flame. If it had been later, even if the master Buddha had taken action himself, I'm afraid he would have been saved."

While he was talking, the old monk's hands were not idle.

I saw the Buddha beads in his hand swaying and being thrown into the air. When they were in mid-air, they all lighted up together and instantly transformed into eighteen huge and unusual Rudraksha Bodhis. They were all translucent, bright and translucent, with thousands of colors hanging in the light. .

When the rays of sunlight merged into a golden Buddha's light, the eighteen golden bodhisattvas turned in place and merged into a straight line, like a dragon swimming between them, plunging into the sky full of demons... ...

snort~

Click~ah! Ouch~uh~ah...

In an instant, the wronged souls wept, the ghosts hissed and died, dozens of Youluo demons swayed with a burst of golden light, and within a moment, they melted away like the falling snow in the blazing sun.

The eighteen golden bodhisattva also made a half circle, then returned to the old monk and circled sideways.

Looking at the black shadow again, it seemed that he was not surprised to see that the evil spirit was gone. He took out a black magic light blade from somewhere with his backhand, held it in his right hand and stood it in front of his chest, and held the blade with his left hand. , asked viciously: "Monk, let me ask you again, will you give in or not?"

"If the benefactor's demonic obstacle is not removed, how can I let him do it?" The old monk held the seal in his hand and said slowly.

"it is good!!"

After finishing the word "good", the magic formula in the black shadow's hand changed, and then the fingertip of his left hand lightly scratched the sharp edge. In just one move, a ball of blood mist exploded and melted into the sharp edge. With this blood, the magic light and sharp blade smelled... The awn rose, igniting the dense red and black gas.

"This is......?"

Following the movement of the black shadow, the old monk's heart tightened. A breath that made his heart tremble faintly came from the sharp blade, and the violence revealed boundless killing.

"Smelly monk, you rely on your cultivation to fight against me, so I'll kill you first!"

When the old monk was distracted, the black shadow was approaching with its sharp edge. Wherever its sharp edge struck, it set off waves of dark wind and a swirling magic mist, covering the two of them in the blink of an eye.

When the old monk was inside, he felt a fishy smell filling the sky and blood rushing towards his face, and an endless murderous intention passed through his body. Even though his golden body was protected by Buddhism, it was still difficult to stop the cold air from intruding. There was some discomfort all over my body, and I was immediately shocked.

"The thing held by the donor is like the ancient demon weapon Demon Flame Edge. It is said that this object was made by the body of an ancient demon clan that was burned by resentment after death. It has no intention of killing at this moment, and it is said that the Demon Flame Edge He was being suppressed in the Thunder Pond of the Nine Heavens God at Thunder Mountain. How could he appear here? Could it be that the murder weapon escaped? Or...?"

"It's bad. I didn't expect that this benefactor would be so decisive. He would use his own energy and blood as a guide to forcibly sacrifice this ancient demon soldier to life."

The old monk was muttering in his mouth, and before he could figure out the key, he suddenly saw the black shadow activating the magic weapon with the blood refining method, and hurriedly shouted: "Donor, stop it! Get rid of this thing quickly! Otherwise... "

"It's too late! Hahaha..."

Accompanied by a burst of laughter and a "bang~" sound, the old monk, including himself and his treasures, were thrown away by a sudden wave of air.

Then there was a flash of fishy light, and a red light hit the old monk's chest with a click. Although the old monk forcibly moved to the left midway, the red light still passed through his chest. With a bang, the old monk fell heavily to the ground.

When he got up, he tried to stand up with difficulty, but couldn't do it. The old monk felt that his eyes were black, his chest was stuffy, and his hands and feet began to gradually become cold. He reluctantly tore open his clothes and looked, and found that his chest was about three thirds to the right. , a hole as thick as two fingers was clearly visible, and the bright red blood was hot and gradually cold.

"You, you are not the little benefactor..." The old monk suddenly understood something, laughed miserably, and said slowly.

"Hahaha... Not bad! Monk, are you still chasing me now?" The black figure looked slightly happy, as if a cunning plot had succeeded, and even the black mist became excited.

"Your Excellency has a high level of demonic power and is probably not low in the evil world. Now that you have borrowed this demonic flame to possess you and forcefully transport the body of this little benefactor, you are probably here for a poor monk, right? Moreover, the master of the Golden Rooster Temple Is it your plan to bring disaster to the whole family?" The old monk came one by one, and seemed to have guessed the key to each one. His eyes gradually became indifferent, and in the end he looked calm. It was obvious that he had made all preparations.

"You're not a stupid monk, but you're nothing compared to this kid. If it weren't for the Shenmu Jue on you, grandpa wouldn't bother to pay attention to you." The black shadow taunted the old monk. At this moment, he didn't let the old monk go at all. In the eyes.

The old monk was unable to argue, so he just asked lightly: "Your Excellency's cultivation is far superior to that of the poor monk. Why don't you come here in person so that the poor monk can die without any regrets?"

The black figure sneered: "Oh, don't worry about grandpa. Monk, I'm not afraid to tell you that grandpa, I can't come at this moment. Otherwise, although those old thieves from your Buddhist sect will be in trouble, but in grandpa's case, It’s nothing in the eyes, but as for your true identity, grandpa won’t tell you.”

Seeing that he didn't say anything, the old monk's eyes moved, as if he wanted to delay time: "You follow each other like a shadow, and you seem to be gone. Are you the shadow?"

"It's fine if I ask you to recognize me. I didn't want to take your life at first, but if I ask you to recognize me, grandpa will have to send you to see your Buddha." The black figure did not hide anything, but his words were full of murderous intent. .

The old monk continued, seeming to give up and said: "Forget it, the poor monk thinks that this disaster is inevitable, but you are not an unknown person. It doesn't matter if you kill me, can you let this little benefactor go?" I guess you, Wanmoyuan, will keep him alive."

"That's not possible." The black shadow flatly refused without any discussion.

The old monk still did not give up: "This place is not far from Fengsha Castle. If you don't listen and I fight back, I'm afraid your magic power will trigger people in the Feng family and you won't be able to escape."

The black figure snorted coldly, and then couldn't help but laugh: "Humph! Do you think Feng Wanlin will take action for you? I don't know how your Xumi Palace acted in the first place. Feng Wanlin has always repaid both kindness and hatred. Don't say you died in the desert, even if your old monk fell in front of the sand castle, I'm afraid Feng Wanlin would ask someone to throw it to the dogs, haha..."

At the end of the speech, the black figure sneered, but the old monk nodded: "Yes, I admit that what you said is reasonable. That Feng Donor and I, Xumi Palace, have always been at odds, but there is one thing that you have given less thought to. "

"Oh?" The black figure was a little curious, as if he wanted to see what he had to say before he died.

The old monk's eyes moved, and he raised a hand with great effort, pointing to the small sand dune on the side: "Moying, take a good look at the female donor. She is wearing a purple cloud robe and holding a Qingping sword. These are all blue. If you recognize Emperor Yun's belongings, you should naturally know that if you kill Mr. Bai's granddaughter in the desert, let alone your hall master, the people behind you will not be able to protect you."

The black shadow shook violently, and seemed to turn around and look to the side. After a moment, it seemed that something was seen. In the black mist, I didn't know what to think about or weigh. In the end, it should have given up on something, and turned back slowly. He walked up to the old monk and said, "The old bald donkey is insidious. If you don't point it out, grandpa, I will just pretend that I haven't discovered it. But since you have told her, I have to leave her alone."

After saying that, he turned back to the little sand dune and said softly: "There is no need to hide those two little dolls anymore. This old monk has already bought you."

shuh~

Two figures, one behind the other, appeared faintly beside the small sand dune. They were a pair of young men and women wearing plain hats on their heads and wearing moon-white clothes.

The two of them took their time and looked at the old monk and the dark shadow opposite. Finally, you looked at me and I looked at you, wondering what their plans were.

The next moment, the young man reached out and took the lavender cloak from the woman's hand. He trembled on the spot and saw that the cloak grew long in the wind. In the flash of light, it turned from virtual to solid. In just a moment, it Cover the two of them.

When a clear light flashed across the sky, he looked again and saw that there were no shadows of the two of them in the yellow sand desert. It was just that the water in the picture was turning and turned into the cloak.

Bai Ximo frowned, how could these two children appear here? Could it be that they...

Just as I was thinking about it, I heard the woman in the picture say: "Bai Laoqi, why are you running?"

The young man kept saying: "Sister, can you use your brain? Can't you see that those two people want to kill someone?"

"Can you say that again!"

"Shh..."

"Oh."

......

The picture ended here, and he didn't know what would happen next. Bai Ximo was surprised. For some reason, he had never heard of the experience in this picture, and the two children in the picture had never mentioned it to him. And if this matter is true, why did his brother-in-law Feng Wanlin never say anything about it? Why did no one seem to have experienced it when it happened in the desert? Is it just an illusion, interspersed with true and false, just to confuse?

Bai Ximo thought for a while, but still didn't understand why. At this time, the picture appeared again. It was still in the desert, and the old monk was still confronting the black figure. But the difference was that the situation just now happened again, but in the end it was two people. an ending.

"Old monk, you are looking for death!!"

I saw the black shadow in the picture slamming downwards, inserting the sharp blade in his hand into the sand dune at his feet, and then six of the twelve seals in his hand passed by in an instant. He seemed to be pulled by the sharp blade, and his whole body was shaken for an instant.

Then, there were black and fierce things flowing faintly from everywhere around the black shadow, and finally gathered on the sharp blade, and it itself began to roar and moan as if it was in great pain.

"Demon Flame Front!!"

The old monk murmured at this moment, as if he didn't believe it. After all, this thing was sealed in the thunder pond, but it did look like it in front of him.

But the black shadow didn't give him a chance to think about it carefully. At this moment, the blood sacrifice method was used. The old monk's face changed drastically, and panic words blurted out.

"Donor!! Get rid of this thing quickly!!"

In panic, the old monk had already jumped out, and with him, the eighteen golden bodhisattvas beside him were seen turning around and heading straight towards the black shadow. As they walked, the golden lights connected with each other and exchanged views. It turned into a three-foot-long golden lock covered in golden light. The golden lock arrived in an instant, slightly faster than the old monk, and took the lead in reaching into the black mist, trying to tie up the black shadow.

The next moment, the old monk finally came closer. He reached out with his left hand like a knife, trying to knock the black figure unconscious. His right palm glowed with a faint golden light and snatched the magic blade from his hand.

"It's too late, smelly monk, he's already here!! Hahaha..."

"bang"

The old monk and the golden lock were blocked by a wave of air rising from the sky. After retreating violently, the old monk helplessly fell to the spot. The golden lock also showed its true form and returned to the old monk. In the hands of the monk.

At the same time, the dark shadow was like a huge stone thrown into the water of a quiet pool, setting off a stormy sea. Waves of dark and thick magic mist spurted outwards, filling the surrounding area in the blink of an eye. Moreover, above its head, The thick blood cloud that was originally filled with paint was turned into a whirlpool glowing with paint by unknown objects. At first, the vortex was only half a mile long, but when a gust of fishy wind swept over, it suddenly turned into a whirlpool. The distance between them grew bigger and bigger, and before long it covered the sky and reached an unknown number of miles in depth.

Click~Boom...

As a flash of paint light flashed, thunder roared, and from the center of the vortex, a blood-colored magic light as thick as an arm suddenly descended. The fishy light penetrated directly into the thick fog where the black shadow was, and did not recede for a long time...