What bad thoughts can a little snake have?

The flickering candlelight reflected the golden thread on the old monk's robe faintly.

Like a poisonous snake for people to drive, but also like a bondage around itself.

One after another twisted up.

Facing the sword with endless demonic power, the old monk still sat quietly, motionless like a clock.

The hem of the wide monk's robe was slightly moved by the incoming sword wind, but the old face was indifferent.

He didn't even lift his eyes, just raised his fingers slightly.

A powerful impact hit Xue Qing, as if a hard wall pushed him outward.

Xue Qing narrowed his eyes, and quickly used his demon power to try to resist.

The green sword condensed with demon power was almost bent.

The weight of a thousand catties fell on him.

I can't hold it anymore...

Xue Qing bit his lip with his teeth, using the pain from it to keep himself awake.

"Innocent."

Jingxuan finally raised his eyelids, but his eyes still fell on Xue Qing's gritted teeth with disdain.

As soon as his words fell, Xue Qing, who was holding the sword in mid-air, couldn't hold on any longer. He was bounced away by the invisible mana with force, and hit the solid palace door heavily, making a teeth-stinging sound.

"Ahem——" Xue Qing, who hit the door, fell to the ground again, as if stirring up a cloud of dust because of him.

The pain in the viscera was almost shifting, and Xue Qing couldn't speak in pain, and coughed in fragments when he opened his mouth.

Xue Qing turned his head with difficulty.

At this angle, the ground flipped, and he was finally able to look at the huge Buddha head lying on the ground.

This angle is really strange, Xue Qing even felt self-deprecating.

The Buddha statue has long and narrow eyebrows, and the half-drooped eyes reveal an unspeakable compassion for the world.

It's just that at this time, he fell to the ground with him, his body was broken.

The old monk had kind eyebrows and kind eyes, but the eyeballs revealed by raising his eyelids were obviously not so compassionate.

Holding a long whip, Sheng Qiang shuttled through the rain of lamps in front of the Buddha, dodging one lamp after another.

The raised corner of the clothes barely brushed against the lamp, but luckily it didn't get caught in the flames.

The long whip was like a mountain and sea wave coming from the sky, carrying a mighty force and slamming towards the emaciated old monk.

The old monk still didn't move.

The tip of the whip tail was about to crush the old monk's face.

We're about to hit—!

The hand holding the handle of the whip is stronger, and the demonic power conveyed from it is a bit more.

Looking at Sheng Qiang's posture, it would be better if Jingxuan's face was smashed to death.

However, in the next second, the menacing whip bounced off like a limp string before it touched Jingxuan's face.

not good!

Before Sheng Qiang could use his monster power, he was bounced heavily to the closed palace door just like Xue Qing, and fell straight down.

Xue Qing tried his best to glance at the direction where Sheng Qiang landed, and saw Sheng Qiang grinning in pain but still couldn't hide his frightened and angry expression.

He guessed that Sheng Qiang was in the same pain as himself and couldn't make a sound out of breath, but Xue Qing could still read from Sheng Qiang's slightly moving lips——[Damn it. 】

Well, this is strong.

Seeing that Sheng Qiang still had the strength to curse, Xue Qing's heart sank a little.

Xue Qing tightened the strings in his head, looked at the tall temple carved with Buddha's words, and his mind was rarely empty for a moment.

Fahai outside the temple, is he okay at this time?

The two of them lay on the ground without moving, but Jingxuan, who had been sitting upright, finally got up.

Jingxuan stood up from the futon, candlelight surrounded her body, and the golden thread of the monk's robe flowed.

Shoes trampled on the shattered fragments of Buddha statues.

The broken and crying Buddha's head was mercilessly abandoned behind him.

Jingxuan's thin and old body is really incompatible with the unstoppable ambition in his body.

It seemed that this body could no longer accommodate this powerful desire.

He walked slowly towards the fallen Xue Qing and Sheng Qiang, and stopped some distance in front of them.

The two of them could not move on the ground at this time, and they were as quiet as dead.

The burning wound on Xue Qing's arm hanging on the ground was still bleeding continuously.

A gradually deepening bloodstain was wiped off the smooth ground.

Like the weeping and bleeding azalea.

"It's just ants."

Jingxuan looked at the two of them with pitiful eyes, and his voice was faint.

The monster in front of him, or other monsters, are indeed as weak as dust and as fragile as an ant in his eyes.

His eyes fell on his slightly raised hand, and a faint light of disgust flashed across it.

The palm of the hand is covered with dry lines due to lack of vitality, and the fingers extending from the palm are like dead branches drawn horizontally, engraved with the traces of time.

The fingers like dead trees moved slightly, and the fingertips flicked lightly, and the thousands of Buddha headlights in front of them moved again, and even the Buddha headlights that had fallen on the ground floated together, as if they had been affected by invisible force. The pull of the thread.

Under the manipulation of Jingxuan's fingertips, the nine thousand nine hundred and ninety-nine Buddha headlights gradually formed a huge magic circle.

With the Buddha's headlight as the guide, the fingertips as the lead, and two demons as sacrifices, it is a magic circle.

The unquenchable candle is flickering faintly.

Jingxuan no longer remembers how many monsters have struggled in pain under his palm.

In the end, he cut off the demon bones, took away the demon pills, and absorbed them as his own mana nourishment.

The demon power of the demon was originally an opportunity stolen from the heavens, and the demon was able to cultivate into a human body.

He used his demonic power to bluff and deceive people.

Animals should stay in the animal realm, right?

The demon deserves to die.

Being able to offer it with demon pills and bones to help him practice is already his only value.

only……

Jingxuan narrowed his eyes slightly, looking at the fallen figure in front of him, which was blue and red.

The headlamps of the Buddha hanging in the sky are like sharpened knives about to fall.

He wanted to kill these two little demons who didn't want to die right now.

It's as easy as crushing two ants.

He still has to wait for his good apprentice to come over.

It is a winter for Fahai to enter the temple.

It was rare for Qiantang to snow heavily that year.

The snow was so thick that it was like a serious snow accident, making it difficult for a carriage to move on the snowy road.

The carriage from the capital got stuck on a turning country road, and the young master carved in powder and jade could only get out of the carriage in the snowstorm.

The weather was very cold, but this little boy didn't even have a thick windshield cloak.

The snowy road was difficult, but he climbed up the high steps of Lingyin Temple as a child.

The walking shoes were soaked in snow, and the exposed ankles were red and blue from the cold.

When he finally reached the gate of the temple, his hair was already white with snow.

Pieces of black hair fell down and fell to the ground.

"From now on, your dharma name will be Fa Hai."

Jingxuan looked at the frostbitten young master and gave him a name with a smile.

This is the disciple he has chosen thousands of times, this is the disciple he has high hopes for, and this is the disciple he paid a price to exchange.

He taught him as he taught himself.

So what if the young master knows the tragic truth about his family?

After all, it was Lingyin Temple... who took him in.

And all the help comes at a price.

Finding Huo Lian and smashing into Fa Hai's body, the child was crying and howling.

But the smile on the corner of Jingxuan's mouth got bigger and bigger.

The Buddha bones will eventually belong to his Buddha bones.

As his body gradually decayed, Fa Hai's body grew stronger like a tree.

Jingxuan's ambition became more and more unbearable.

Just a few more years, just a few more years...

He can get rid of this old and dilapidated body.

Why practice Buddhism?

The cracks on the face of the Buddha's head on the ground are getting deeper and deeper.

For immortality, for eternal life.

Everything should be moving in the intended direction.

only……

Jing Xuan's face turned cold.

The cyan figure lying on the ground has a graceful figure, with a twisted waist hooking a thin and flexible arc.

The snow-white wrist placed in the blood is like a jade with red plums.

Just being there is already a kind of lost beauty.

No wonder he was able to lure this heartless and ruthless apprentice to break his precept, and even lost Yuanyang's essence and blood.

He also wanted to leave the temple and fight against him.

I have educated him for so long, and even saved his life, and gave him his Buddha bone to help him cultivate into an immortal golden body.

Shouldn't it be?

Jingxuan was upset, and the Buddha headlamp manipulated by five fingers shook a little.

The lights and shadows also swayed.

But amidst the flickering lights, there was a blue shadow and a red whip rushing towards him, and a flash of white lightning seemed to split the sky and the earth.

Bright and dazzling.

Jingxuan only blinked, and the white light came to him in an instant.

With enough sword intent and demon power to split everything.

He moved, and instantly dodged the attack and came the white light.

But the white light disappeared, but there was a faint pain on the face, which was so hot that it seemed to tear the skin open.

The pain becomes more and more obvious.

"Abbot Jingxuan, don't forget."

Xue Qing, who had been lying motionless on the ground, stood upright, holding a green sword, and his robe was shaking wildly.

"Ants can bite too."

The wound on the arm was still dripping with blood.

But Xue Qing didn't seem to realize it.

Smiling Yan Yan, eyebrows and eyes slightly raised, in the pair of warm apricot eyes at this moment is a stunning edge that has not been concealed.

——Even the thousand lamps in the temple are incomparably brighter.

"Ah."

Jingxuan smiled instead of anger, but as soon as his wrinkled face smiled, he felt severe pain.

He reached out to touch his cheek, and touched a hand of blood.

A rough snake-like whip was also wrapped around his neck.

It seemed that the next second would be mercilessly strangled.

In the illusion, Xue Qing and Sheng Qiang couldn't directly take the life of the monster.

Sometimes monsters are too strong, and they are really weak.

But before the abyss, there is often a glimmer of life.

While the powerful monsters thought they were in control, they accumulated insufficient strength, and grabbed this chance to fly into the air.

Thousands of sails are exhausted, and the situation is reversed.

come back to life.

Jingxuan finally looked at the two monsters in front of him.

Obviously these two monsters gave him too much "surprise".

Xue Qing didn't want to spend more time with Jingxuan.

He exchanged glances with Sheng Qiang, and they went forward together.

The headlights of the Buddha hanging in the air began to work loudly again.

Xue Qing stepped on a Buddha headlamp and jumped up with strength.

A few moments have passed.

However, although Jingxuan has reached his twilight years, the foundation of years of practice is still there.

As time passed, Xue Qing and Sheng Qiang gradually felt powerless.

After another blow was blocked, Xue Qing looked at the green sword in his hand.

Because of the lack of demon power, the green sword almost turned into a thin shadow.

The blood on the arm has soaked the clothes.

He pursed his pale lips.

But it was too late for him to catch his breath, and the Buddha lamps in front of him fell down in unison.

The Buddha's headlight was about to hit him, but there was a strange and violent shaking.

The lamp hit Xue Qing's feet, and he could almost feel the heat of mana.

"Boom—" the huge Buddhist hall began to tremble, as if the ground was shaking.

During the shaking, there was the sound of Buddha beads knocking together, but with a penetrating sound that could not be ignored.

The door of the palace, which had been closed all this time, was finally blasted open from the outside.