Ma'am is angry again

The demonic flames were raging, mourning was everywhere, and the Cultivation Sect couldn't stand the attack of monsters, let alone the innocent people.The village in front of him was withered, with burning flames everywhere, and the shocking scars on the corpses on the ground showed the viciousness and cruelty of the monsters.The surviving people hid in the corner and shivered. Even if they saw the monk who had rushed here, they still refused to come out of the dark place, crying shrill and mournful, like a heavy mountain weighing on Zhao Yao's heart.

Zhao Yao couldn't figure it out, seeing Jing Lun stopped in a pool of blood, he hurried to catch up and whispered: "My lord, what do you know?"

"In the past, the Buddha sacrificed his flesh to feed the eagles, and sacrificed his life to feed the tigers, which became the way of great compassion." Jinglun fiddled with the rosary in his hand, paused for a moment and then continued, "The Buddha sacrificed his life and sacrificed himself to make others better. This is the way of compassion. My Jinglun I am also not afraid of sacrifices, when my younger brother sacrificed his life for the Buddhist land, I always remember it, how could I let my younger brother down?"

"But—" Speaking of this, Jing Lun let out a long sigh.

Swagger asked: "But what?"

"Buddhists and Buddhas have fallen, and they are all ruthless." Jinglun smiled wryly, "Nowadays, monsters are rampant, and the world is in turmoil. Buddhas are supposed to save people and save themselves, but it is useless after all. I have already started the way of killing, and I am sinful. If you want To transform into a relic, that can only be—"

Hearing Jinglun's words, Zhao Yao had a bad premonition in his heart. He vaguely felt that he shouldn't ask any more questions, but the reality couldn't allow him to keep his mouth shut. "But what?" He opened his eyes, with a bit of fear and horror in them.

Jinglun's expression was serious, and he said in a low voice: "Blood relics. The wall of sin is an extremely vicious thing. I have heard a lot of things in the world of longevity, and I have opened my mind. Finally, I have some understanding of the past. I understand. At the beginning, the power of divine punishment was suppressed by endless resentment, but now the crime wall still needs to be suppressed with 'crime'. The blood relics and the resentful souls in the nine prison pictures are used to fight against the crime wall. Unleash the spirit of holiness and wash away the remaining sins."

"You—what are you going to do?" Jing Lun had a smile on his face, and he glanced ostentatiously. Suddenly, his body and mind were as cold as ice, and even his teeth began to tremble.

Jing Lun smiled and said: "I know the purpose of your coming, and I am willing to fulfill you." With his Buddhist power soaring, and with a Zen stick in his hand, he walked forward with firm steps.The ground was trembling, and while the clouds were gathering, a heavy rain fell unexpectedly. The sound of howling wind and the sound of the rain seemed to cover up the crying and wash away the blood.The killing on the wall of crimes became the black and gold crimes, locking up the howling of resentful souls.

Today's Jinglun regards itself as a "wall of crimes", locking blood and slaughter in its body.How difficult is the road to becoming a Buddha?How difficult is it to rebuild relics?Even though he could endure this long road and wait for the moment when he attained the Buddha body, thousands of people couldn't afford to wait, so he could only choose this extremely cruel road of no return.The warm blood splashed on his face, and was immediately washed away by the rain. At this moment, Jing Lun's heart was neither sad nor happy, and his eyes, which were originally filled with compassion, were only cold.

Zhao Yao stood not far away, he watched Jing Lun go on a killing spree, his cries cut his heart like a knife blade, his hands hanging by his sides clenched tightly into fists, he really wanted to rush forward to stop Jing Lun from killing , but he can't, he can only watch Jinglun slaughter the remaining innocent people in the village, and then continue to the village ahead.He thought that the Buddha was a merciful person who rescued the suffering, but at this moment he had transformed into a Shura in purgatory, great joy followed by great compassion, and endless resentment randomly generated shrouded Jinglun, drowning the Buddha wheel behind him little by little.

People from the world of cultivating immortals were alarmed by Jinglun's actions and rushed to this place one after another, but their yelling and cursing at Jinglun turned a deaf ear, and those who stood in front of him became a resentful soul under the Zen staff.His killing did not stop until the flesh could no longer bear the sin.At the end of his footsteps was a clear river, looking down at the blood-stained knife shadow in the river, he looked up at the sky after the rain, the wind was blowing gently on his face, and the flowers on the trees beside him were blown by the wind It fell and floated onto Jinglun's body, leaving no trace on his clothes.Jinglun stretched out his hands, he caught a petal and smiled slightly.

"Is this bald donkey crazy?"

"He turned into a demon, he slaughtered several villages!"

Behind Jinglun, the aggrieved monk held his weapon and cowered, never daring to move forward.When Jinglun looked back and smiled, he was so frightened that he took a few steps back, his eyes filled with horror.It was like seeing a ferocious tiger chuckling at them, how could they not be afraid?There was no one else in Jinglun's eyes, he only saw the swagger standing with his arms folded, and murmured: "It's time." He raised his right palm, and suddenly a majestic Buddha energy gathered in his palm, Everyone thought that he was going to kill again, but unexpectedly he slammed his palm at his own Tianling Gai.The bones shattered, blood began to flow down Jinglun's distorted face, and there was still a mysterious smile on the corner of his lips.

The Buddha fell down, but a ray of holy light flew out of his body, and slowly accumulated with the blood, forming a blood-red bead.The evil spirit on the beads was extremely strong, the stunned monks did not move, only swaggered and sighed, and finally walked slowly to Jinglun's body, closed their eyes and mourned for a while.When he took this heavy relic, he thought that only one Jinglun would be sacrificed, and this alone made him toss and turn, but ah, this relic is not only the blood of Jinglun alone?If the task of suppressing the Demon Realm fails - there is a chill in Zhao Yao's heart, he shakes off the messy emotions in his mind, and no longer thinks deeply.

This place lived up to the promise and got the relic, but Luo Yusheng, who was walking on the road to the end of the extreme sky, was shocked, with a look of shock and sorrow on his face.The things we avoided at the beginning still have to happen in this world, right?

"What's the matter?" Yucaibing noticed her abnormal state, looked up at the majestic city wall of Jingdu not far away, stopped walking, and asked with concern.

Luo Yusheng gritted her teeth and shivered. She shook her head, signaling that she was fine, and let everyone move on.

On the way to the end of the extreme sky, they did not deliberately conceal their whereabouts. It was strange to say that no one from the demon world appeared, was it because they still maintained some respect for her, the old master, or because they had other purposes and What about planning?Luo Yusheng thought for a while, but couldn't figure out why, so he simply put his mind on more important things.Now that the relics, the Confucian emperor's sacred scriptures, and the Wuduan divine stone have all been obtained, the only thing left is the map of the Shura Nine Prisons of Dao Huanggu.Is this picture on Dao Emperor's body?She didn't believe Luo Yusheng.After hesitating for a while, she asked, "My lord, where is the picture of Shura's Nine Prisons?"

Along the way, Shuoqian has understood Luo Yusheng somewhat, and now that the enemy is facing him, he will not hold any inherent prejudices. Without waiting for Lian Qingshuang to answer, he responded, "In the Daohuang Valley." After a while, his brows were condensed together, and he said again, "But the picture is here, the pattern on it has disappeared with the passage of time. If you want to really use the picture of the Nine Prisons, you have to draw it again."

"Then who can afford to paint again? Do you want the Emperor?" Luo Yusheng asked again.

Shuoqian showed a look of embarrassment. After hesitating for a moment, he gritted his teeth and said, "It's not difficult for someone to pick up a paintbrush, but this—"

Luo Yusheng asked: "Just what?" She didn't know the secrets of the treasures of the three religions.

"Do you know the reason why Shura's Nine Prisons Map has not reappeared?" Lian Qingshuang asked, but instead of answering, she raised her eyebrows and asked back.

A bit of impatience appeared on Yuan Hongxiu's face, she glanced at Lian Qingshuang, and muttered: "If you want to say something, say it quickly, why are you hesitating?"

"When the demon world was first suppressed, there was no pattern on the map of the Nine Prisons of my Dao Huanggu. It turned into a suppressive force and fell into the seal. Every time the map of the Nine Prisons is used, it must be redrawn." Lian Qingshuang paused After a pause, he continued, "The picture of Shura's Nine Prisons got its name because it was originally painted with the blood of countless people. The Confucian emperor's sacred scriptures have always been sacred and inviolable, and the relics are the way to see the Buddha, and the Nine Prison Map of my Dao Huanggu is a real evil thing, otherwise it would not be used to suppress the demon world and the wall of sin. "

When Luo Yusheng heard this, he immediately reacted: "So what is difficult is not the person who drew the picture, but the blood used to draw the picture?"

"Of course." Lian Qingshuang nodded, the smile on her face was extremely cruel, she replied, "If you want to get the picture of Shura's Nine Prisons, you have to kill again."

A heart suddenly sank into the lead block. I only felt the change of the blood relic not long ago. I don’t know how many lives were lost. Now, how many people will be sacrificed to rebuild the Nine Prisons of Shura?Obviously, she hasn't solved the predicament in front of her, but she bears countless lives on her body, just like when she walked out of the sea of ​​blood, in order to eliminate the remaining power of divine punishment, she had no choice but to embark on the road full of blood.Luo Yusheng didn't speak anymore, she frowned and looked at the magic city not far away, and sighed deeply.This demon city is a remnant of thousands of years ago, after all, it was created by her alone.Although the crime wall was sealed back then, is there really no way to stop the disasters that followed?

Yu Caibing said: "What are you thinking?"

Luo Yusheng lowered her eyes and said in a low voice: "I was wondering if it was a wrong choice to leave a glimmer of life for myself and lead you to bring me back to life?"

Yu Caibing held Luo Yusheng's hand, and sighed lowly: "But whether you are resurrected or not, it is a certainty that the mirror will reappear." She knew Luo Yusheng's sadness, but wanted to suppress it. Demon world, there is no other choice.The map of Shura's Nine Prisons must be redrawn. At the beginning, You Wuxia was stained with murder, but now, can she do anything?Yu Caibing turned his eyes and met Lian Qingshuang's eyes that seemed to be smiling but not smiling, and his heart shuddered.