I'm afraid of myself

Opening his eyes again, the environment changed as expected.

"So this is Little Leiyin Temple?"

Looking around, He Jinyang was expressionless.

"Are you kidding me?"

No wonder he had this reaction, it was because he was in a situation where he didn't see Buddha, but Shura.

The lifelike white lotus and golden flowers were dyed black at this time, and the ancient monks sitting in front of the Buddha were all dead bones, and those skin-covered and bone-covered corpses had empty eye sockets and opened their mouths wide, as if preaching the horror of the Buddha before death. language, and above the real huge lotus, after he vacated, he could see the truth clearly.

Many demonic Buddhas sat on it, using their own filth to completely turn this meritorious lotus pond, where the phantom of the Buddha once descended, into an abyss of sin.

At this time, the group of demon Buddhas raised their heads in unison, clasped their hands together, and suddenly became evil.

He Jinyang reflexively pulled out the Jie Zhan sword and slashed across the air, the sword energy perpetually destroying the world, and the huge "卍" character appeared out of thin air the moment the Demon Buddha opened his mouth to resist it.

The pure immortal energy intensely purified the demonic nature of this place, and rows of demonic Buddhas held their heads up and whispered in secret.

"swastika!"

Another phantom was superimposed on the previous swastika, and the Jie Zhan sword energy was still clear.

The Demon Buddha said again in unison: "Swastika!"

The heavy and solemn voice of the Buddha resounded through the hall. It was a secret word of the Buddhist sect that did not understand its meaning, but the effect was obvious.

The third "卍" symbol was full of magic light, illuminating the main hall of Xiaoleiyin Temple, which was originally out of sight.

The Xiangguang Temple where the eminent monks once resided has become a demon cave full of bones. It is no longer scary. What really makes people fall into the abyss of fear... are those monks who are intact but deeply implanted by Mo Lian's roots. In order to provide endless offerings to the magic lotus, you need to practice all the time if you try your best not to turn it into fertilizer under the lotus seat, but this way of living is already worse than death!

At this moment, the pure immortal energy soared, and He Jinyang seemed to feel a surge of anger. At this moment of distraction, the three "卍" seals forcibly destroyed the sword energy of Jie Zhanjian, and gathered thousands of demon Buddhas. Even the devil emperor is helpless for a while with the secret tricks performed by skill.

The danger was right in front of him, but He Jinyang didn't have the heart to pay attention, just because a man in white appeared in front of him again.

The black hair in my impression has become as pure and white as snow, the black pupils I thought were far darker than sandalwood, and the white clothes remove the unnecessary decorations, and one person with one sword is already contemptuous of all directions.

Divine Wind Immortal Venerable...

He Jinyang looked at the illusory back in horror, his black hair was blowing to reveal a perfect and stern profile, and the sword in his hand just swung out like this.

Lightning fast!

For some reason, these four words flashed across my mind.

"Demon, we must kill it."

From the perspective of a bystander, the voice that was too indifferent to be called cold-blooded sounded somewhat instructive to He Jinyang's ears for some reason.

Faced with this unprepared situation, He Jinyang gripped the Jie Zhan sword tightly, and swung it out like a divine wind fairy.

The world changes color——

……

"Where did He Jinyang go!"

The wind blows west and asked Ji Wuxia calmly, Leng Baijun beside him has put away the ancient Luo sword to separate the spirit, after the sword rain, there are monster corpses everywhere, and the body of the demon Buddha who died under the sword of the Great Elder of the Remonstrance Sect was all crushed The spiritual fire burns to ashes.

In the blink of an eye, He Jinyang, who was supposed to be together, was nowhere to be found. Even after destroying the Demon Buddha stronghold, he could not find any clues. Your Excellency sent out an inquiry.

Ji Wuxia was standing under a dead tree and sighing sadly.

"This is originally a double sala tree, which will bloom golden flowers and silver leaves after being influenced by the Buddha's spirit every day. Practitioners sitting under the tree have the opportunity to glimpse the true teachings left by the ancient Buddhas..."

Du Ku smiled bitterly: "I'm not in a hurry to know the past of Xiaoleiyin Temple, and I would like to ask your majesty to tell He Xianren's whereabouts."

Ji Wuxia was dissatisfied and turned around: "What are you afraid of? He won't die!" His eyes fell on Feng Chuixi, feeling a little disgusted, "Don't you companions know the specific identity of that guy? Don't worry too much, I really feel sad for Jinyang."

Leng Baijun was enraged by him: "You!"

Before he could make a move, Feng Chuixi stopped him first, with a forbearance frowning between his brows.

"Please also inform your majesty."

Ji Wuxia glanced at him and snorted softly, satisfied with his knowledge.

"I don't know what you have heard, but in my opinion, there is only one identity for his immortal energy..."

Feng Chuixi opened his eyes wide unconsciously, Leng Baijun lost his mind for a moment, and Du Kuu clenched the relic beads tightly in astonishment.

Ji Wuxia affirmed: "The immortal is reincarnated."

"how can that be……"

For a moment, the three of them were in a panic, and even Buddha Xiu was not spared.

Feng Chuixi muttered to himself in a daze, he looked extremely astonished, but in fact he half-believed in his heart.

Maybe He Jinyang doesn't think it himself, but it's too ridiculous for the book to penetrate the protagonist. The most likely thing is that the immortal from the upper realm unconsciously traveled through space and time again after being reincarnated in the Little Thousand World.

From the monk's point of view, coming out of a book is basically coming from another world.The difference is that this is a world recorded in books by predestined people, without any sense of absurdity.

And I don't know if I still remember, He Jinyang said that he was the world line he crossed when he ascended, and there is actually a very reasonable explanation among the monks.

That is, He Jinyang did ascend, but what he ascended was not the fairy world, but the world they were in.

He ascended from many mortal worlds down from the realm of comprehension, which can also explain his unstable state and ability beyond everyone's imagination.

The piles of fairy artifacts are no longer scary... no, they are still scary.

Wiping off the cold sweat that flowed out unconsciously, Feng Chuixi opened his mouth and repeated in a daze: "Immortal reincarnation?"

He Jinyang is the reincarnation of an immortal, no wonder he has so many immortal artifacts, yes, this can also explain so many unusual things about him.But what happened to him saying vaguely before that other than the Jie Zhan Sword, the other immortal weapons have no spirit?Wait, he is from the fairy world, so are there other immortals reborn in the small world below?Can this be used to clarify the reason why the fairy world is closed?

Many questions piled up in Feng Chuixi's mind, which made him speechless, and the clever tongue in the past was useless at this moment.

Ji Wuxia glanced at him sympathetically, and explained kindly: "There is a passage leading to the middle realm in the Buddha's light just now, and He Jinyang just noticed the entrance so he took the first step. The evidence is the crown you put away. If someone intentionally If we separate him from us, He Jinyang will not have the leeway to take off the hair crown calmly."

Feng Chuixi was choked up by this natural tone at first, and then remembered the exquisite hair crown that he had put away. The crown made of the bones of an unknown beast, no matter how you look at it, it is too exquisite to reach the level of a fairy.

When the friends were speechless, Mr. Leng Bai who answered the words was steady and ruthless.

"How can I find him?"

Ji Wuxia was surprised and said: "What do you want him for? Let's just watch from the sidelines and watch him make a fuss?"

"bass--"

The ancient Luo sword was unsheathed.

This time, what Leng Baijun held in his hand and pressed against Ji Wuxia's throat was not a ghost, but the real Gu Luo sword itself.

Leng Baijun stared at him coldly, with ice blue crystals between his brows flickering coldly, he didn't trust Moxiu at all, and had no intention of continuing to entangle with him.

"Tell us the location of He Jinyang."

This emphasis seems to be to continue to interrupt, then the sword will be folded into his throat.

Ji Wuxia squinted her eyes, "Boy, it's not too young for such a young age."

At this time, the atmosphere was tense, and Xianxiu and Moxiu were in the same team, which was really too reluctant.

But at this time, He Jinyang, who was able to adjust the atmosphere, had no idea that his team was already in conflict, and he was receiving personal guidance from the Godly Wind Immortal.

The Jie Zhan Sword, which was already synchronized with breathing, was taught by Ling Chengfeng, and he actually felt a deeper understanding, which is more natural than an arm, and a harmonious relationship with the soul.

The Jie Zhan sword flew out of his hand, and blocked more than a dozen demon Buddha attacks one after another. Under the blade of the flying sword, the Guanghua lotus scattered into invisible demonic energy, and was quickly caught by a pale and thin hand .

The loose black hair rises without wind, and the sound of the sword's cry seems to splash the spiritual energy in the air. The invisible fairy rhyme appears in the shape of a milky white liquid in this environment full of demonic energy, flying in the air towards the inborn enemy.

Devil energy and immortal energy fought together, the two naturally incompatible forces rushed towards the side that was beneficial to them when neither of them could do anything to the other.

In the next moment, the devils and Buddhas surrounded by demonic energy, as if they had divine help, their pupils were so darkened by the demonic nature that they could hardly see the whites of their eyes, and the skeleton relics were hanging in their hands. In this closed realm, shouting loudly, like Brahma's angry eyes "卍" stamp piercing through the air, completely suppressed the figure of the person holding the sword until it disappeared in an instant.

Right at this moment—

"drop!"

The sound of water drops falling.

Huaguang Dasheng!

The pure white immortal energy, like jade pulp, seemed to have been purified and turned into a wave-like existence, but at this moment, it was like an ocean that turned the world upside down.

He Jinyang's face was expressionless, his expression and eyes met with the respect of the gods for a moment, his black hair was flying, and the jade-colored waves quickly spread around him. In the blink of an eye, the victory had already been lost from the hands of the demons and buddhas.

"Jie! Slash!"

The word Leng Leng fell from the sky.

The sharp sword edge cut through the space and attached this severed power to the moves. The sound of piercing through the air was almost nothing, but the fierce sword energy was already rushing towards the face hundreds of meters away.

The falling water droplets chased the position where the sword tip slid, and the murder weapon was released without fear of being unarmed at this time, just because there seemed to be another pair of invisible hands controlling Jie Zhan and endowing it with the charm of death.

A frosty light appeared from the bottom of his eyes in an instant, and then disappeared in an instant, and the black hair fluttered irregularly, touching his side face from time to time.He Jinyang stared coldly at the demise of Mofo, just as he had promised.

[-] Demonic Buddhas sacrificed their blood to the mountain!