Misery: There is a pawn shop here

Chapter 70 Evil and Demon

The old man still holds the sword, the green robe cuts off the past love. Today the sword shines on the liver and gall, tomorrow the yellow flower will be buried in the netherworld.

In Yuanjiao Village, the evil demon meets again after a lifetime. Zhu Yan and Lian Zhen face each other from afar, the wind rustles, and the moonlight is already cold. At this moment, it further demonstrates the ruthlessness of reality and the helplessness of fate, so that they meet each other in old age and turn against each other with swords drawn.

The hand holding the sword trembled slightly, which was the last struggle in his heart. When he opened his eyes again, he was filled with desolation and a look of determination to kill.

"If you really can't turn back, then I can only stop you from making further mistakes!"

"Turning back? Demon Embryo, Jian Xie, you have truly been too deeply influenced by Buddha. But it doesn't matter. No matter what happened in the past, it all ends today."

"Yeah, it's all coming to an end..."

The wind and smoke blew away the last whispers. One person's voice became increasingly silent, while the other's laughter became louder. Murderous intent was brewing in the dead silence. In the blink of an eye, the thought of a fatal kill came into being!

"You can't stop the Buddha-Swallowing Boy. Now no one can stop the Buddha-Swallowing Boy!"

"A lotus is reborn..."

"Well, you're very brave and mad. Come, use your sword to prove whether you can show strength that matches your madness!"

A cold and arrogant laugh, concealed with a hint of anger at having been pricked in a sore spot, ignited the fire of Zhu Yan, causing widespread drought and devastation, and a path of slaughter that left no one to return. With one strike, without a moment's pause, the Swallowing Buddha Boy's sword moved with incredible speed, even faster than the blink of an eye.

"Jianxue Wuming, go to hell."

"You and I are already in the void."

"Ha." A ruthless sneer dissipated in the wind, "Zhu Yan, get up!"

The Buddha-Swallowing Boy swung his sword again and the blazing flames spread from the Zhuyan Sword (? ). With one strike of the sword, the prairie fire spread for ten miles and the night was illuminated by a red light.

Jian Xue Wuming did not dodge or evade, Lian Zhen blocked Zhu Yan, and with a loud bang, the sword energy scattered in all directions.

With his eyes fixed on the stern light, he watched one move after another. To prevent his friend from straying from the right path, Jian Xue Wuming pushed his attack to its limit. The instrument of judgment vibrated, slaying demons and subduing evil. The Buddha's light shone brilliantly across the battlefield. In an instant, the sword's will stirred the winds and clouds of heaven and earth, and the world was covered in flying snow.

"That's great, it's exciting!"

In front of Lian Huan, its might caused the wind and clouds to change. The Buddha-Swallowing Boy took a step forward, Zhu Yan turned, and a fire lotus appeared along with the sword path. Infinite and boundless sword moves were delivered to meet the imminent move.

There was a loud explosion, and the devil and evil, the devil and Buddha, collided violently. The already deserted ruins of Yuanjiao Village collapsed rapidly, and waves of dust spread out.

"Snow feathers flying rain!"

"Red Lotus Swallows the Sun!"

Before the remaining waves subsided, Jianxue Wuming's spinning sword rose into the air, the sword body was surrounded by Buddha's light and flying snow all over the sky, and he once again used his ultimate move.

As the sword was swung out, Lian Xuan left his hand three feet away, and the wind and snow in the sky were attracted and swirled into a vortex. In the wind and snow, the sword edges gathered together and took shape, flying down with the wind and snow.

Knowing that the incoming attack was extraordinary, the Buddha-Swallowing Boy narrowed his eyes slightly, not daring to be careless, and responded with his ultimate move. A fire lotus appeared, and the devilish fire spread across the prairie like a blooming red lotus. The power of the Sun-Swallowing Boy clashed with the sword energy of the flying snow in the sky. Two completely different energies clashed between heaven and earth, rumbling and trembling, and gods weeping and ghosts howling.

"Uh!"

With a muffled groan, the sword flashed through his shoulder, staining his white robe red. With a single, ultimate move, the demon was wounded. Elsewhere, Jian Xue Wuming fell to the ground and took a half step back, a trace of blood quietly slipping from the corner of his mouth.

"He's indeed a good opponent."

"Yeah." "But no matter what, you will die here today."

"Whether I live or die, I will stop you, no matter the cost!"

As the words fell, the burning wind and the cold frost met again, and suddenly there was a loud thunder, as if the sky was moved, and rain splashed down, unable to stop the fierce battle between the devil and the evil. Their bodies were in the hell, but their hearts were in the mortal sea. Their swords clashed, one was helpless, and the other was full of murderous intent.

The old place is deserted, the old love is like a dream, the word of righteousness is broken, the love is hard to look back, the rain is pouring, and people at this moment are speechless and desolate.

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"The moon is bright and the stars are sparse. It is a perfect time. Bodhisattva, rest assured. When you step into the underworld today, you will not be alone."

On the Prajna Sea, Pure Glaze Bodhisattva sat cross-legged, imprisoned by a stone prison array. Outside, Shengzong gazed at Pure Glaze within with a smug smile.

With Jing Liuli as bait, he was not worried that the righteous path would not come. But in Shengzong's heart, the righteous group must die, and Jing Liuli, as a follower of the righteous path, could not live either. Today's Prajna Sea was the burial place that Shengzong carefully arranged for the righteous path.

Inside the stone prison, Jing Liuli slowly opened his eyes upon hearing this. After softly chanting the Buddha's name, he looked at Shengzong with eyes filled with compassion and said, "I only advise you, the sea of ​​suffering is boundless. Turn back now."

"It's never too late to turn back? Huh?" Sheng Zong sneered at this and stopped arguing with Jing Liuli. Arguing with a dead person was pointless. Now that this matter was over, there would be no further trouble. He could focus on investigating Deng Jiuwu's disappearance.

Time passed by second by second, and the moonlight reflected the waves of the Prajna Sea. Shengzong sat cross-legged on the stone prison, looking at the still empty Prajna Sea with a frown. The time mentioned in the letter had passed, and there was no trace of the people of the righteous path. Could it be that he overestimated the importance of Jing Liuli to the righteous path?
Hesitant in his heart, Shengzong sneered at Jing Liuli in the stone prison below him and said, "It seems that in their eyes, Bodhisattva, you are also a discarded child."

"Amitabha."

Before the two men finished their conversation, a gentle breeze suddenly blew over the Prajna Sea, stirring up the waves and creating a tide. Waves of pure air, accompanied by the echo of poetry, were coming from the pinnacle of Taoism, riding on swords.

"Why bother with swordsmanship? Thousands point fingers at you, tens of thousands seal your name. You're the pinnacle of martial arts. Three feet of autumn water, untainted by dust, unrivaled in the world."

"My dear friend, I'm sorry to have kept you waiting."

Shengzong looked down at Jianzi Xianji from above and said in a cold voice, "Jianzi Xianji, you came here alone. It seems you really don't care about Jing Liuli's life."

Then Shengzong took a step, the force was transmitted, and the stone prison rumbled.

"Hey, my friend, don't get excited. We've all come from all directions, so it'll take time. I hope you'll give us some time."

"Oh, a delaying tactic, Jianzi Xianji, do you think Shengzong is such a fool?" Shengzong snorted coldly, "The most primitive step in a strategy is to go against the opponent's will. You want to delay time, but I will not let you succeed. Jing Liuli's life will be the price you pay for your self-righteousness."

As soon as he finished speaking, Shengzong slammed his palm straight through the stone prison. Jing Liuli's body was sealed and he could not move. Suddenly, he was faced with death and was in danger of life and death.

"No!"

With a cry of "no", Gu Chen drew his sword and headed straight for Sheng Zong, but Sheng Zong didn't care and wanted to kill Jing Liuli. At the critical moment, inside the stone prison, a golden light shone brightly, and a powerful palm force came from the bottom up to meet Sheng Zong.

With a loud bang, the stone prison collapsed, and the holy figure flew into the air and stopped on the ground. Among the rocks and dust, the Buddha's light and Sanskrit chanting were heard, and an awe-inspiring and majestic figure was faintly visible.

"The Buddha's sword can be used to separate things, huh? How could that be!" When he was puzzled, Gu Chen came to him, and Shengzong pushed the sword away with his palm. As soon as Gu Chen was pushed back, the Buddha's sword was unsheathed, coming to kill the evil.

At this moment, another murderous cry was heard behind Shengzong!

"Conspirators, die!"

(End of this chapter)