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"Let's go out as a teacher!"

After dinner, the three were drinking tea, at which point Xuanci suddenly spoke.

"Yes!"

Although I suddenly asked Master to go out, I was a little surprised. But Xiaomeng was also hard to ask, so he had to get up and keep up.

"Is this ... going out?"

Seeing three monks passing by the door, "Glacier Swordsman" Bai Ze stood up with a smile, "Grand Master confrontation is about to begin!"

Three gray-pasque monks walked out of "the first home of Hanhai".

At this time, Qu Jiuniang, who had been ignoring everything and was not interested in sitting behind the counter, suddenly raised her head.

"The crying old man returned from the rivers and lakes, and Shaolin Xuanci went deep into the ocean. If there was no contact, the ghost would not believe it!"

Qu Jiuniang looked at the back of the three leaving, and tapped on the counter desktop gently, and suddenly seemed to find something, looked up at the second floor.

She saw the cold grim swordsman in white.

"A bunch of it all together? You guys ... don't mess with me."

He murmured secretly, and Qu Jiuniang lowered her head again, opened the cash box at the counter, and started counting money.

As a member of the "Immortal Trail", Qu Jiuniang named "Bixia Yuanjun", even though she is not strong enough to compete with the master, she is also an organized person!

The leader of the immortal, "Lingbao Tianzun" Chonghe real person, is the master of the realm of law. Qu Jiuniang has enough confidence to face outside threats.

Quicksand set outside.

In the direction of Hanhai, there is a low hill.

This mountain is plain, and like countless cliffs in the Hanhai, it is covered with gravel and rocks, and there is not much vegetation at all.

At this moment, Master Xuanci brought Xiaomeng and Zhenhui to this very ordinary hill.

"Master, today you said that the 'glacier swordsman' was a perfect start. How does this practice state differ?"

I felt the atmosphere was a little dull, and Xiao Meng couldn't think of a reason for a while, so he had nothing to talk about, and asked Xuanci to divide the strength of the people in the rivers and lakes.

"It's time to talk to you!"

Xuanci nodded and explained to Xiaomeng and Zhenhui.

From high to low, the strongest is naturally tall.

In the eyes of the world, the dharma masters who have great magical powers are simply immortals.

Below the body is the half-step body, known as the "grand master".

Below the "grand master" is the location of Jiu Zhongtian.

Location seven, eight, and nine are collectively referred to as "guru", locations four, five, and six are known as "extreme masters", and one, two, and three are known as "first-class masters."

Under the location, the half-step location is considered a "second-rate master".

Nine tricks are "three streams", six, seven, and eight tricks are "four streams", and two tricks and four tricks are "ordinary."

KaiQing is hereinafter referred to as "incoming flow".

"That's it!"

Said all the way, everyone has reached the peak of the hill.

The top of the stone mountain is no longer smooth, and there are many dead trees that have not decayed.

"This is a cemetery!"

Standing on the top of the mountain, Xuanci sighed sadly and stopped in front of a knotted poplar tree, sighing deeply, "The two young children who are teachers are buried here. If they are not dead, they should be as big as you Now. "

"Master ..."

The atmosphere suddenly became sad and depressed. Neither Xiaomeng nor Zhenhui could say anything, but could only sadly accompany Master.

At that time, the two young sons of Xuanci fled all the way under the leadership of the old servant. Eventually, they were found by the crying old man and beheaded here.

"It's a mess for my teacher!"

After a moment of silence, Xuanci suddenly said, "Being agitated for the teacher, I forgot to buy some incense candles. Zhending, Zhenhui, you go back to the inn and buy some incense candles by the way."

"Yes, Master."

Xiaomeng had some doubts in his heart. Since Master came to the grave of the younger son, how could he forget to bring a candle?

Since Xuanci spoke, Xiaomeng could only press his doubts and lead him down the mountain.

"Crying old man, you are here!"

On the top of the mountain, an overcast wind roared.

Xuanci's face was quiet, and he didn't know when he had a bunch of beads in his hands. This is a string of dark golden beads, faintly flashing light.

"Did you come here to kill me? It seems that you already knew that I was coming to Hanhai!"

Xuanci was expressionless, but his dark eyes were darker.

Three of his teachers and apprentices came to Hanhai. Only the senior officials of Shaolin Temple knew the news. Now, just after entering Hanhai, the crying old man is waiting here.

Is it ... Shaolin Temple hides foreign enemies?

But now the enemy has no time to worry about those.

"My husband always revenge."

Between the yelling wind, a black and thin old man suddenly appeared on the top of the mountain.

He wore a black scarf over his head, a white robe, and dangled the corners of his eyes. There were still a few white spots under his eyes, as if there were tears in his eyes. This is the origin of the crying old man.

"The old man heard that you are going to King Kong Temple, so I am waiting for you here. I know you will definitely come."

There was a blackness, horror, and vagueness, as if there were thousands of innocent souls crying and wailing.

"You guessed right."

Xuanci has no sorrow or joy, but the rosary in his hand is turning faster!

"Do you think they can survive if your two apprentices are separated? Although the old man is too lazy to care about them, there are apprentices and grandchildren waiting below."

The crying old man sneered, his body full of black gas rising like a thick black mist.

There was a gloom around, and countless injustices cried and mourned.

"If they don't support them, the aftermath of the battle of the Grand Masters will leave them with no bones. Below them, they still have a chance."

Xuanci's own situation is worse than the crying old man. Although he is not afraid of fighting, it is impossible to fight the crying old man and protect two apprentices.

"Vitality? Qu Jiuniang? She dares to take care of me?"

The crying old man hummed slowly, slowly raised his right hand, and suddenly a black ghost appeared around him, screaming violently, making the scalp numb and shaking his mind.

"Someone dares to manage it!"

Xuanci remembered the figure of Shengxue in white, smiled indifferently, held the rosary's hand, and slowly raised it!

"Hum! Let's die!"

The crying old man roared and waved it out!

"quack……"

"Woohoo ..."

Countless injustices cried, and the sky was dark and angry.

This is the stunt of the crying old man "Evil Soul Eighteen Shots"!

"Boom!"

With the peak of the hill as the core ~ ​​www.wuxiaspot.com ~ The dark air is like a dragon, covering the sky and covering the sun, rolling around to the sky, as if swept by a hurricane.

The dark storm swept the world!

At the foot of the mountain, the Yin Oasis outside the quicksand collection, under this black mist, quickly withered and dried, it seemed that the water had been drained.

Countless cattle and sheep, countless herdsmen, one by one standing still, skin and muscles dehydrated inch by inch, faint black shadows flew out of them, and cast into the black mist on the peak.

This terrible scene spreads for hundreds of miles.

As if to take in all souls of souls, to wither the whole earth. In a land of 100 miles, the earth is dry and cracked, and countless souls are zeroed!

"Do you know why I want to practice the incomplete 'Mokov's Book of Sutra'?"

Xuanci slowly raised his hand, and the entire arm became transparent and pure, like a glass, without dust.

Golden Buddha light blooms, a golden lotus platform manifests.

Sitting on the lotus platform, there is a bodhisattva, with compassion and compassion on the face, holding the breath of life and death flowing in the palm, like a treasure wheel changing in black and white, which contains the cycle of life and death.

"After today, there should be the world, all the hells, and the three evil ways, the sins, and the sentient beings in the hundreds of billions of hordes, and I vowed to save, **** from the hell, the beasts, and the hungry ghosts. Buddha, I then turned into Zhengjue. "

"Hell isn't empty, you can't be sworn! All living beings are exhausted, and the Bodhi is justified!"

"Kizun's wish, Moko Fumo!"

The mighty Buddha shines in the sky.

Under the light of the Buddha, the countless injustices gathered by the crying old man's "Eight Souls Eighteen Shoots" disappeared once and disappeared.

The dark mist covers the sky, and the Buddha is magnificent!

Between the whole world, it seems that only the tumbling black mist and the mighty Buddha light are left!

This earth-shattering movement is simply an immortal means!