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"Swastika Heart Gang".

It turns out that all the troubles originated from this secret method.

It is said that the ancestor of Minghe established his body with blood, entered the Tao by killing, and understood the secret technique "Blood Drop Sutra".

A drop of blood can act out various forms of life.

From the path of killing to the path of life.

Act as hundreds of millions of creatures in the sea of ​​blood.

Later, when the Buddha came here, he happened to read the "Drip Blood Sutra".

Feeling that this secret method was profound and unfathomable, he went into seclusion for seven hundred years, from which he realized a unique skill, which is the "Swastika Heart Gang".

Cleanse your heart with supreme compassion.

From no-self to only-self.

Known as: I am the only one in heaven and on earth.

Later, when the Buddha entered nirvana, he transformed his original heart into eight treasures and gave them to the eight heavenly dragons respectively.

The eight treasures can certainly suppress the world's destiny, but more importantly, when these eight treasures are activated by others, they can turn into a shadow again, revealing the "Swastika Heart Gang Sutra".

As long as I practice this sutra, there will be no one in the three realms who can confuse my mind, and the road will surely be smooth from now on.

The Blood Dragon King doesn't care about the existence of this world at all. His real intention is this "Swastika Heart Gang Sutra".

Li Chen curled his lips, a sanctimonious thing.

First put everything on it into a bag, and then throw its body directly into the Greedy Toad Bead, which should give the Blood-Winged Black Mosquito a feast.

Finally, Li Chen held up the Ding Haizhu in the air. Once the Blood Dragon King died, the Ding Haizhu naturally returned to Li Chen.

A closer look revealed that there was a layer of fluorescence on the surface of the beads, and in the middle was an ocean, which was currently turbulent.

The eight treasures are different from magical treasures. There is no method of driving them, they just have the miraculous ability to control water.

Wow~

Suddenly he heard the sound of water breaking not far away, and Li Chen knew that this was the pursuit of soldiers from the sea of ​​blood.

Who dared to hesitate, he summoned the ascetic core boat and galloped towards this shore with just one thought.

…

Outside the secret realm of the Blood Sea.

Shasheng Temple, Mahavira Hall.

In the middle is a formation made of blood flags, and above the formation is a shimmering light.

In front of the light group is an incense burner, with a stick of high-quality incense burning in the furnace. The smoke curls up, seeming to reach people directly.

The three elders of the temple, Hui Yu, Hui Ming and Hui Que, sat quietly in front of the furnace.

Behind them stood the heads of the five major Zen monasteries, as well as the disciples of each monastery.

Zen Master Nirvana of Sanbao Zen Monastery sighed: "I still remember that we, the eighth generation, entered the secret realm but were unable to make the trip because the ship was damaged. It is really a pity."

Zen Master Ji Yong of Yixin Zen Temple put his hands together: "All conditioned dharma..."

Ji Mie rolled his eyes, having no common language.

On the other hand, Zen Master Jiyun from Shuangcheng Temple smiled and said, "Senior brother, he looks more like a monk than the monk from Leiyin Temple."

"You have forgotten that none of the fifth and sixth generation seniors survived.

It was not until the seventh generation that four senior uncles and senior uncles survived. "

Zen Master Loneliness said softly: "Perhaps our eighth generation did not go to sea, which can be considered a blessing among misfortunes."

"Oh, I don't know how much I can come back this time..."

As soon as these words came out, the faces of all the leaders tightened, and even Zen Master Nirvana, who hated homework the most, began to recite sutras silently.

At this moment, a figure flashed out of the red light group in the center of the hall.

The disciple's face was covered with blood and his body was in a mess, but he was in good spirits. The most important thing was that he had a large bag of luggage on his waist.

"Disconnection!"

After a brief period of dizziness, the disciple suddenly heard someone calling his name, and his vision gradually returned to clarity.

He hurriedly ran to Jiran, put his hands together and saluted: "Greetings to the master, my disciple is back."

Jiran didn't care about the dirt on his body, quickly helped him up and asked, "Where are the other brothers?"

"They're all in the back."

As soon as he finished speaking, figures emerged from the red light group one after another.

Each one of them seemed to be separated. Although they were quite dirty, everyone came back with a full load and a smile on their face.

The harvest from this trip is not small.

In exchange for virtue points, it would be worth three years of work.

"Master!"

…

There are approximately four hundred disciples who have entered the Blood Sea Secret Realm.

Half of them stayed on this shore and did not board the ship.

So they were the first to come out.

After about one stick of incense, fewer and fewer disciples came out.

"Is there anyone else behind?"

The last disciple looked blankly at the monks in front of him.

"Go back to Uncle Master, there is no one on the shore anymore."

"Have the brothers who went to sea come back?"

Zen Master Jiran continued to ask.

The disciple's eyes were wandering, and he was obviously hesitant: "That...disciple didn't see the shadow of the ship when he came out."

Bang~bang~bang…

Zen Master Loneliness could not calm down, so he simply started to knock the wooden fish in front of him.

Waiting is painful and scary.

After all, there are lessons learned from the past, it is still unclear whether someone can come back.

Jiran counted the disciples who came back, and there were more than one hundred and fifty, which was already more than the previous generations who had returned.

He is the head of the Four Truths Zen Academy, which has the largest number of disciples. Among the more than 100 people who came back this time, less than half are his disciples.

Relatively speaking, he is the easiest among the five leaders.

As for the most nervous one, it must be Zen Master Loneliness.

MD, it took ten years to recruit two people, what if this time...

Don't dare to think, don't dare to think.

Bang~bang~bang…

The only sound left in the entire hall was the abnormal rhythmic sound of wooden fish.

"Change the incense and ring the bell~"

The obscure Zen master at the head suddenly broke the silence of the hall.

It turned out that only a small part of the incense stick in the incense burner was left, two fingers high.

The monks behind him, Li Chao and Li Dai, changed the incense and rang the bell.

Dingling~Dingling~Dingling~

After shaking it three times in a row, it stopped.

After about three or four breaths, the cross-world bell in Li Dai's hand shook slightly.

Dingling~

Dingling~

Dingling~

Li Dai was overjoyed: "There is an echo, there is an echo, they are all still alive, all still alive."

The monks behind him were also deeply relieved, but they were more nervous.

The opening and closing of the secret realm requires a certain amount of resources.

While beating the wooden fish, the lonely monk glanced at the red light ball in the air.

The color of the light ball has dimmed compared to before.

According to this situation, the barrier gate can only last until the sun sets.

It is less than four hours now.

...

On the blood shadow ship, the monks are still on guard.

Libie just sensed the vibration of the world-crossing bell.

After a few breaths, it also shook three times, which was considered a response.

Libie put down the bell and looked into the distance.

The blood moon was in the sky, the black clouds were sobbing, and the waves were endless.

The waves were like countless hands, pushing the big ship to ride the wind and waves. Compared with the time when it came, the speed was at least five times faster, which can be regarded as a thousand miles a day.

…

"Is that the shore?"

Suddenly, a disciple on the deck pointed forward.

Sure enough, the waves rose and fell, and a white line spread from near to far, and finally hit the shore, rolling up thousands of piles of snow.

Libie squinted his eyes, and it was indeed this shore.

Then he looked back, the scarlet sky, the crimson sea, and the red world seemed so strange.

Youyou's eyes were retracted, and they fell on a white figure on the deck. He couldn't help but sigh in his heart: Junior brother, you must catch up.

…

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