On Putuo Island, there was a sense of murder. As the jade purification bottle was snatched away by Feiyun Lao Tao, Qingpeng Demon King, Guanhai Monk and Ding Huairen chased after him one after another, and the sky became lighter.
Guan Ming and Guan Ding have fallen to the ground at this moment, their Tao bodies are damaged, their Dantian is shattered, and their consciousness has been severely damaged, making it difficult to recover.
Master Guanjing slowly got up from the ground and stumbled towards the two of them. Her feet gave way and she knelt on the ground.
She couldn't say a word, she just quietly stretched out her hand to caress the bodies of the two junior sisters who were gradually losing their vitality: "...Amitabha..." The Budai monk on the side showed compassion, clasped his hands together, closed his eyes and silently recited the scriptures of the past to save the souls of the dead. .
Jin Chanzi walked slowly behind Master Guanjing and whispered: "Master, everything that Guanyin Temple does, I, the Buddha, see in my eyes and remember in my heart. Master, there is no need to be too sad, they will go to the bliss." The world can be liberated for a hundred lives!" Master Guanjing was silent for a long time, and then he spoke: "Why do you still want me to do anything to Guanyin Temple?" Jin Chanzi raised his eyes and looked in the direction of Guanyin Temple, and said to himself: "It's still not enough! "As soon as he finished speaking, a golden light suddenly flashed in Jin Chanzi's sleeves. Immediately after, Master Guan Jing spat out a mouthful of old blood. He stared at Jin Chanzi with his eyes wide open and looked at Jin Chanzi in disbelief. He raised his trembling hand to point at him and said Not a word.
Jin Chanzi still had a smile on his face: "Master, please go in peace. You won't have to worry about things in the lower world. When you arrive in front of the Buddha, you may know the truth of the matter." Master Guanjing leaned back, a pair of eyes Still staring, unblinking.
When everyone in the Dragon Palace saw that Master Guan Jing was also dead, they felt quite mixed in their hearts. Only Sun Hou'er saw some clues: "That's not right, the old nun seems to have died a little strangely!" Ye Ling was not aware of this, but he suddenly felt a sharp energy bursting out from the island. The aura was very familiar, causing the sword diagram that had been silent in his sea of consciousness to emit a brilliant light.
"There is a sword picture here!" Ye Ling was shocked. He released his spiritual consciousness and found that this aura came from Guanyin Temple!
Jin Chanzi was also affected like Ye Ling.
"Finally come out!" Jin Chanzi turned to Ao Feng and said: "Your Majesty, the poor monk has to go to Guanyin Temple to do some private business. Please give me some time to help the poor monk." Ao Feng said coldly: "Monk , do you still want to bargain with me?"
"The poor monk has no intention of running away, it's just a trivial matter. Now the three masters of Guanyin Temple have died. This matter happened because of the poor monk. He should return to the temple to take care of him. Can't the eldest prince support the poor monk in this small matter? "Ao Feng said: "Putuo Island has been surrounded by our Dragon Palace. If you want to escape, I don't mind killing you on the spot. If you can really sneak out, my East China Sea Dragon Palace will definitely use the power of the East China Sea to kill the Western Regions in the future. Lingjiu Mountain! Ask Venerable Guiye for an explanation!"
"Amitabha, thank you so much, Prince!" Jin Chanzi bowed, turned around and rushed to Guanyin Temple. In Guanyin Temple, the Qingpeng tribe has followed the Qingpeng Demon King and left, while the remaining temple members are still gathered in the main hall.
Suddenly, the statue of Guanyin prostrating in front of the old nun emitted a sharp energy, and the originally kind Bodhisattva statue actually cracked.
"Amitabha, what's going on?" The bhikkhunis were startled, but they could not hear
There was a "boom", and a piece of khaki cloth shattered the Guanyin statue and floated in the air. This piece of cloth is surrounded by sharp edges, and the invisible murderous intention is frightening, and there seems to be a bit of bloody air permeating the air.
The bhikkhunis were at a loss, and the leader hurriedly ordered everyone to leave the hall and watch in the square. Just at this time, Ye Ling had arrived one step ahead of Jin Chanzi. He couldn't help but be happy when he saw the fourth sword diagram, but the next second, sword energy emanated from the sword diagram and slashed towards Ye Ling.
Ye Ling crossed the wooden sword with his backhand, and his sword energy burst out, blocking the incoming attacks one after another. But the sword diagram refused to give in. It flew out from the hall, a white light transformed into a humanoid shadow, holding a sword in its hand, and attacked Ye Ling.
Ye Ling refused to give in and started fighting with wooden swords. But Ye Ling soon discovered that the sword moves used by this phantom were exactly the same as the sword moves taught to him by the unknown man in the sea of consciousness.
Although Ye Ling knew these tricks, this phantom was obviously more skillful in using them, making it difficult for Ye Ling to resist.
Outside the temple, Jin Chanzi arrived. There was a hint of sharpness in his eyes. When he saw Ye Ling, he looked slightly surprised: "It's you!" In the square outside the Guanyin Hall, sword energy was everywhere, Ye Ling Ling was going back and forth with the phantom sword. Seeing that Ye Ling seemed to be defeated, suddenly a wave of energy spread out from his body, followed by the first move of his self-created sword that cut through the air.
This phantom had never seen Ye Ling's sword style before, and was caught off guard. But he has excellent swordsmanship and can quickly resolve the issue.
However, Ye Ling's move was to strike in the east and west. Just as he was slashing through the air, Sui Feng had already quietly surrounded the phantom in his second move. When the break in the air was resolved, Sui Feng suddenly exerted his force, and countless sword energy sharpened. It fell like wind and rain.
The phantom was destroyed in one fell swoop under such an offensive! The shadow disappeared, and the sword pattern was revealed again. The murderous intention was a little weaker, but still terrifying.
Ye Ling fell to the ground, gasping for air. His injuries were not healed yet. He had been fighting with the sword for a long time, and the injuries in his body were recurring again.
Ye Ling looked up at the sword diagram, and saw that the halo around the sword diagram turned into a figure again, it was the man in white whom he had not seen for a long time.
Ye Ling was also convinced that this person was Qi Yuan, the sword ancestor of the Ten Thousand Swords Divine Sect! However, the white-clothed Sword Ancestor had a stern look on his face, with a strong murderous intention all over his body. His gaze left traces like a knife through time and space.
The Sword Ancestor looked at Ye Ling and his tone was cold: "The world is turbid, and it has never seen the light. There is no need to ask about killing people. I just wish I couldn't kill!" Ye Ling looked at the Sword Ancestor in front of him with a very violent expression. It was different from the swords he had seen three times before. The picture is completely different.
The sword ancestor pointed at Ye Ling, and a sword intention instantly passed through the vestibule and entered Ye Ling's sea of consciousness: "Heaven and earth are ruthless, and the world is a netherworld. Since you have fallen into the ghost path, why ask for a false name?" Ye Ling instantly felt a cold feeling Malice appeared in the sea of consciousness, and then occupied half of the sea of consciousness.
Ye Ling hurriedly sat cross-legged on the ground and looked inwards with his spiritual consciousness. He could only see the darkness in the sea of consciousness, and the figure of Sword Ancestor standing on the seaside, with murderous aura billowing like smoke.
Ye Ling appeared behind him, and Sword Ancestor said: "There are no good people in the world, and there are no resentful ghosts in hell. Kill these sanctimonious and vicious people, and then the world will be peaceful and pure!" Sword Ancestor's words were imprinted on Ye Ling every word. There seemed to be a magical power in Ling's mind, making Ye Ling believe that these words were the truth of heaven and earth, and the right way of the universe!
"Kill...kill them all...kill all those evil people"
"Yes, kill all the evil people. If you don't kill them, they will only let them harm more people. Only by killing them all can the good people survive."
"Evil people...good people...what are evil people?"
"Everyone who has hurt you is a wicked person! Qingpeng Demon King is the wicked person you want to kill! And those from the Wentian Sect who always make things difficult for you and want to get rid of you are wicked people!"
"Yes... they are all evil people, I want to kill them!"
"There are also people from Huixianzhuang and Yuxuan Palace, we must kill them all too!"
"Huixianzhuang...Yuxuan Palace...kill them all..."
"And Wu Qing, he wants to kill you regardless of brotherhood, you should kill him too!"
"Wu Qing...kill...that's not right!" When the word Wu Qing exploded in Ye Ling's mind, Ye Ling suddenly woke up and shook his head suddenly: "No, the third brother is not a villain, I can't kill him." Sword Ancestor The voice lingered in his mind: "Why did he hurt you? He made you sad and embarrassed. Isn't such a person a villain? He deserves to die!"
"No! That's not right!" Ye Ling covered his head and knelt on the ground, trying his best to prevent himself from accepting such a statement.
"Stop resisting. In fact, you have already hated him in your heart. He has made you suffer unjust injustice and made you unable to care about your elder brother's death. Everything is his fault. You just need to kill him. With him, you can be liberated!"
"Kill him... I will be free..." Ye Ling's eyes began to become dull, and his last struggle gradually failed. Sword Ancestor's words were engraved in his cognition bit by bit, making it difficult to remove.
"Yes, kill them all, kill all those who hurt you, and those who are against you. Only when they are dead can you feel comfortable and pursue the great road!"
"Kill...them..." Ye Ling's eyes lost their luster, and his mind had completely fallen into the control of Sword Ancestor.
And outside Ye Ling's body, a thick murderous aura enveloped his entire body, giving you a terrifying aura.
Outside the temple, Sun Hou'er didn't know when he came to Jin Chanzi's side, and said in a deep voice: "Little monk, you deliberately destroyed Guanyin Temple just for this thing! It seems that the condition for letting it out is human life. Death." It took hundreds of nuns from Guanyin Temple to get their wish." Jin Chanzi did not deny or admit it, but just smiled and said: "Amitabha, if you didn't bring the donor, the poor monk would still be in the dark. The so-called destiny is determined in the dark, and it seems that the poor monk can save a lot of energy." As he spoke, Jin Chanzi walked towards Ye Ling, but Sun Hou'er dodged to block him: "Little monk, what do you want? do what"
"He has been invaded by evil spirits. Naturally, the poor monk has to use Buddhism to help him resolve it." After hearing this, Sun Hou'er chuckled and took out the iron rod in his hand: "Little monk, look at me, Old Sun, who has been white for tens of thousands of years. I'm alive and can listen to your coaxing." Jin Chanzi smiled slightly: "Great Sage, the role of lies is no longer whether they can deceive people, but whether the liar can use it to confirm how many people dare not disobey him!"
"Do you think I am afraid of you just because of the broken iron ring on my head?"
"The Great Sage still doesn't understand that all appearances are false. What can trap you is never a circle, but a will." As soon as he finished speaking, Jin Chanzi closed his eyes and recited the scripture silently, with Sun Houer's head on his head. Suddenly, he was in severe pain, which made him unable to use even the slightest bit of Taoist power: "Dog monk, thief and bald donkey, this is the compassion of your Buddhist family."
"Compassion is for the world, not demon saints like you!" qqxsnew Jin Chanzi stepped over Sun Hou'er, the Buddha's light shining all over him, and the Sanskrit music sang loudly, but his peaceful aura contained murderous intent: "Amitabha, killing lives is the essence of killing. For the sake of Buddhism, but for the sake of the common people in the world, this poor monk will rid the world of you as a scourge today!" Before he finished speaking, Jin Chanzi suddenly gathered the Tao power in his palm, and sent out a palm towards Ye Ling's back heart, with Buddha's light. Scattered into a halo of light and spread around.
But the next second, a fierce sword force suddenly burst out from Ye Ling's body, like a sharp blade piercing the sky.
This sword force collided with Jin Chanzi's Buddha's palm. Jin Chanzi's Buddha's palm was instantly shattered, followed by him and flew far away.
This impact completely razed the Guanyin Temple, which was still in ruins, to the ground! In the center of the sword movement, Ye Ling slowly stood up with the wooden sword in his hand. His whole body was filled with a dark sword energy, and his eyes were as cold as ice: "Everyone...damn it!"
