"Who!? How dare you stop me!"

The crying old man's angry shout vibrated the world.

Shang Yi quietly made such a big noise in the void, and the old man cried naturally realized it. However, Shang Yi's perception of space was high enough, and the unity of man and nature was integrated into the space with the divine feet, making it impossible for him to sense where the person who took action was.

In the inn, Qu Jiuniang, who was cursing, looked at the Buddha's light blooming in the void in shock, and said in her heart:

"This is not a mysterious and sad aura. Could it be that the person who took action was Shang Yi!?

But how is it possible, how can he, a warrior who is in the enlightenment stage of the sympathy of heaven and man, achieve this level?

Moreover, I have never heard of this kind of Zen of sacrificing oneself to feed the eagle. Could it be that this kind of Zen meaning of sacredness is exchanged from the six realms of reincarnation space?"

Qu Jiuniang was shocked, it was really hard to understand how Shang Yi did this level, and looking at the blooming infinite Buddha light, it seemed like the real Buddha took action...

Xuande means that he is not happy or sad in his heart, does not pay attention to the person who takes action, and is devoted to dealing with the crying old man.

Xuande pierced the dark gold rosary and chanted the scriptures in a low voice. A series of glazed lights emanated from his hands, setting off most of the peaks like the Pure Land of Buddhism.

Those unjust souls rushed over, like a surging black stream, screaming and dissipating on the glazed light from time to time, and biting the glazed light from time to time to pieces.

Xuan was neither happy nor angry, nor anxious, but just looked at the crying old man, and his voice seemed to echo in his heart:

"Do you know why I gave up the complete inheritance of magical powers and chose the "Moke Demon-Fighting Fist" which is not in the important scriptures?"

The old man cried his eyes narrowed, and he had no time to pay attention to the person in the dark. He raised his right palm and pushed his left palm. The wind sand suddenly fell like a dragon, and the wronged souls became more and more invisible and intangible, as if walking between yin and yang, which made people unable to resist.

After Xuanbei finished speaking, a bead on the plucked Buddhist bead turned from dark gold to black, and then he punched it out.

This punch seemed to fill the world, and the fist became transparent and pure, like glass, without dust.

Around him, golden light shrouded in his body, and illusory golden lotus bloomed at the top of the peak, with a hazy void behind it.

In the void, evil ghosts with ferocious shapes, and their souls were peacefully surrounded by a golden lotus platform. On the lotus platform was a Bodhisattva, full of compassion and compassion for the world. He held the breath of life and death that was constantly flowing in his palm, just like a black and white wheel treasure, containing the secrets of the heavens and the mystery of life and death.

The Bodhisattva's appearance changed vaguely, and finally as Xuande's fist spirit reached its peak, he showed his appearance exactly the same as him, except that he was melancholy and heavy, and he was solemn and solemn!

The Bodhisattva's mouth opened, and the sound of thunder suddenly echoed in the void:

"After today, in hundreds of thousands of kalpas, there should be world, all hells, the three evil realms, all sins and suffering beings. I vow to save them, escape from the evil realms of hell, animals, hungry ghosts, and others. As for the retribution of this sin, all of them will become Buddhas, and then I will attain enlightenment."

"If hell is not empty, you will not become a Buddha; if all sentient beings are saved, you will attain Bodhi."

Zen sounds are bursting, and the Buddha's light is shining. The evil spirits that rush into the river have faded away their ferocious resentment, their faces appear peaceful and disappear in the air.

The wind and sand stagnate, and there are also Buddhist scriptures and Buddha's chants at the foot of the mountain. Clusters of withered hay gradually turned green, with undercurrents and a breath of life.

Moke's Demon-Subduing Fist, pursuing the cycle of life and death!

The old man cried with a move was broken, he raised his head and whistled, his voice penetrated into the sky, piercing his soul, just like the ghost king suppressed in the depths of hell.

The black air rose around him, as if he was soaring and the ghosts were out of control.

Then, he turned his palm over and slapped it from the beginning, and the "Eighteen Beats of Injustice" "The Gate of Ghost Opens"!

The mysterious compassion and the Bodhisattva behind him are still melancholy and compassionate, and the fist is like clenching the seal, and it is shot again, Mo Ke subduing the demon-subduing fist "Saving all sentient beings"!

However, the crying old man in front of Xuanbei seemed to be broken up and disappeared.

The old man cried and worried about the person who took action in secret. He also saw that although Xuanbei was not as strong as him, his martial arts "Mo Ke Demon-Subduing Fist" just restrained his "Eighteen Beats of Injustice", and he wanted to retreat and leave.

"I want to run!?"

Xuanbei and Shang Yi shouted at the same time.

Shang Yi took a step forward and appeared in front of the crying old man. He was dressed in black and looked like a 15 or 16-year-old boy, but his aura was disguised on the ninth level of the outdoor scene with the treasure soldier "Xuanniao".

Xuanbei quickly appeared behind the crying old man with the "eight steps to catch the cicada".

The crying old man looked cold and stared at Shang Yi and said:

"Who are you??"

He didn't think that Shang Yi was really a young genius just because he looked young, but he just thought that this was a powerful man who had practiced the beauty-keeping technique or disguised.

Shang Yi said calmly:

"The world is scattered, and I have nothing to do with it!"

As he said that, with a grip on his right hand, the treasure soldier "Xuanniao" was immediately summoned, turning into tiny sword blades and flying out, gathering in Shang Yi's right hand, turning into a black long sword.

Suddenly, Huaikong's breath rose again, making the crying old man's face even more gloomy.

Xuan Bei also looked at the person in front of him in shock. He had seen Shang Yi in the inn and even felt Shang Yi's true strength. He was just a young warrior who had the sympathy of heaven and man during the enlightenment period.

But the boy in the inn is completely different from the boy holding a black long sword now.

"Woo~Woo~Woo~"

The old man suddenly took action when the cold wind roared, and the "Eighteen Beats of Injustice" was used one after another, and he drew endless vitality to fight back Huaikong and Xuanmo.

This time, Shang Yi did not use the self-sacrifice spell, but waved the long sword in his hand. Each move was like an antelope hanging its horns, with the ability to move the sky and the ears, and his heart was used together. With the blessing of the treasure soldier "Xuanniao", Shang Yi was able to easily understand the movements, weaknesses and ideas of the crying old man, and every time the attack hit the most uncomfortable place for the crying old man.

Xuanbei uses Moke's Demon-Subduing Fist to transform life and death, suppressing the "Eighteen Beats of Injustice" of the Crying Old Man, and transforming the ghostly aura of the Crying Old Man, making the Crying Old Man unable to exert his strength, and even showing signs of weakening.

The old man cried knew that this was not a solution, so he kept fighting and retreating, heading towards the depths of the vast sea.

This chapter is not over, please click on the next page to continue reading! Shang Yi and the crying old man used the Shenzu Zhi and Eight Steps to chase and block the cicadas respectively. At the same time, in order not to hurt the innocent, they moved to the battlefield towards the unmanned Gobi Desert.

"Hmph, damn bald donkey! Xuande, do you know that the news that you appeared in the Liushaji was revealed to me by the Shaolin thief Bald man!"

"Huaikong! The world is scattered. After I escape this time, I will destroy your entire family!"

The old man cried in a disadvantage and shouted angrily, and at the same time he wanted to use this to ruin the mood of the two and find a way to break the deadlock.

The purpose of crying the old man was achieved. Shang Yi's expression was cold and unaffected, while Xuan Bei's expression changed. Unexpectedly, when he came out this time, he actually saw someone in the temple revealing his whereabouts!

What exactly did that person want to do in Shaolin Temple? What was going on in Shaolin Temple?

After all, Xuanbei has been protected by Shaolin for many years, and she still has some feelings for Shaolin.

Therefore, his mood fluctuated and the crying old man caught a flaw.

"Ghosts cry and howl!"

The crying old man slapped his hands with his yin energy, and his palms slapped Xuan Ze's chest together.

Fortunately, Xuange's reaction was also not slow, so he restrained his mind and forced his body to reverse his body. At the same time, he protected his hands on his chest, causing the crying old man to slap his left shoulder and his left arm with one palm.

Xuan Ge’s thoughts were very simple. He was injured after giving his left shoulder and left arm, and exchanged his injuries for severe injuries to cry.

Suddenly, at this moment, the world stopped.

Shang Yi, beside Xuanbei, integrated the destructive power condensed from his body into the long sword. The sword intent like destruction enveloped the world, and the unparalleled sharpness targeted the crying old man in front of him.

The old man cried suddenly changed his expression. Although this sword mobilized not much energy of heaven and earth, the destructive sword intent made him constantly warn him, as if he encountered the most terrifying threat in his life, just like facing Su Wuming's sword.

"When~~~"

The sword intent like destruction enveloped the world, and a bell also rang between the world. At this moment, the crying old man and Xuande felt that the world and time and space here were still.

"Free heart bell!"

Ta Town Space, Bell Town Time!

Shang Yi's body is the reincarnation of the worldly free Buddha who masters the way of time. How could he not know how to use the time?

The trees that were originally swaying in the mountains, falling leaves, and sand and dust rising in the air with the wind, stopped there when Shang Yi waved his sword and the bell rang.

"Twenty-three swords of destruction!"

This sword that combines the Holy Spirit sword technique, the way of destruction, the way of time easily penetrates the cried old man's eyebrows.

The old man cried with fear and reluctance remained in his eyes. Ten years ago, he provoked Su Wuming and was seriously injured by a sword and was recovered for ten years. Ten years later, he returned to the world and wanted to unify the vast sea and eliminate the hidden dangers of the enemy, but he encountered a mysterious Huaikong. Under the power of time, he could not resist and could only watch the destructive sword pierced into his eyebrows. The endless power of destruction instantly destroyed everything in his body.

Xuan Bei only saw that after Huaikong swung a sword, the sword was not fast, but the time between heaven and earth was stopped, and nothing could move. Then a sword stabbed into the eyebrows of the crying old man. The next moment, time passed again, and the crying old man's body dissipated between heaven and earth with the wind and sand!

The crying old man patted his left shoulder and left arm and his hands dispersed with the wind.

"Amitabha! Thank you for your help from Young Master Huaikong!"

Looking at the old man crying, the enemy who made him lose all his relatives and could only hide in Shaolin Temple, was killed, Xuande's hatred dissipated at this moment, leaving only his longing for his relatives and his gratitude for Shang Yi.

"Plop~~~"

Shang Yi sat in front of the crying old man and said breathlessly:

"Huh, Master, don't thank me. The old man's methods are too fierce and cruel, and he kills people indiscriminately. He even wants to kill all the innocent people here in the fight, and everyone can kill them!"

Xuan Ze looked at the young man who suddenly fell to the stage of enlightenment in surprise, and suddenly realized in his heart that when Shang Yi took action, he should have used external forces to have the power of the Nine Heavens of the Outer Landscape.

Seeing the black long sword emitting a powerful aura beside Shang Yi, I immediately understood the reason for this top treasure soldier.

"Young Master Huaikong is modest. He can use treasure soldiers above the level and forcefully kill the crying old man who is at the peak of the outdoor scene will inevitably pay a considerable price. The crying old man was originally for the sake of the monk, so how can he not remember this kindness!

I will keep the kindness of the young hero in mind. If you have what you need in the future, I will do my best!"

As he said that, he took out a bottle of "Xiao Huandan" from his arms and handed it to Shang Yi.

Shang Yi was not polite, so he opened it and ate one, and then recovered his true energy from the side.

At the same time, the black long sword beside him scattered into small sword blades again, quickly aggregating and changing, becoming a baby-sized black bird flying beside Shang Yi.

Xuanbei could sense that the nearby power of heaven and earth was attracted by this mysterious bird, part of which merged into the Xuan bird's body, and part of which poured into Shang Yi's body, helping Shang Yi recover his true energy and make up for the deficit of using that sword.
To be continued...