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Chapter 202 Purple Sky Flame

After a long time, Wang Zheng, who had a flash of purple light in his eyes, finally recovered from the illusion of Zixiaoyan's supernatural power.

After comprehending the mystery of Zixiaoyan, Wang Zheng curled his lips in disdain:

"This Zixiaoyan is so powerful, isn't it actually the Falling Heart Flame in Doupo? It can also temper the energy in the body, so Lao Tzu's Diamond Sutra has been replaced with this thing?"

Although he slandered in his heart, Wang Zheng knew very well that there was actually a huge difference between Zixiaoyan and Falling Heartyan.

Falling Heart Flame is a strange kind of fire, which is still fire in essence. Although it can temper the energy in the body, there is still more or less the problem of conflicting attributes.

Zixiaoyan, on the other hand, is a kind of strange energy in the form of flames, and its essence is to purify the energy in the body with demonic killing thoughts and so on.

That is to say, Zixiaoyan does not have any applicability problems compared with Falling Heart Flame, but because of its wider applicability, Zixiaoyan cannot be used as an attack method like Falling Heart Flame.

It can be said that if you have to choose between Falling Heart Flame and Zixiaoyan, as a potential warrior, you will choose Zixiaoyan in all likelihood.

After all, the way of a warrior is to learn from the world and use it for oneself, and the Falling Heart Flame still has certain limitations.

On the other hand, if one is cultivating Zixiaoyan, the demonic thoughts cannot be presumptuous and cause disasters, and the true energy and various spiritual wills in the body will also be tempered to the greatest extent.

Of course, this is not the main reason why Wang Zheng is extremely happy in his heart even though he said no to Zi Xiaoyan at the moment.

The main reason is because of Nangong Tiezhu.

Nangong Tiezhu's aptitude wasn't good in the first place, even though the nature of fighting qi had changed, his talent was still there.

As his number one photographer and dog leg, Wang Zheng once promised that he was destined to become Emperor Yan's man.

Therefore, in addition to Fen Jue, Falling Heart Flame, a cheating tool for cultivation, is absolutely indispensable.

But Wang Zheng's aptitude is not very good, and there is only one Falling Heart Flame, which made Wang Zheng secretly entangled for countless times.

Now, seeing that the energy is exhausted, the Diamond Sutra, which is considered waste without the blessing of Buddhism, has been replaced with a magical power, Zixiao Yan, and everyone is happy.

So after pondering over it, Wang Zheng finally showed a satisfied look on his face, and he bowed his hands to the monk gratefully and said:
"Thank you, master, for your success. This Zixiaoyan is really a timely rain for this junior."

"Wonderful! Really wonderful!"

However, the monk was holding the golden Diamond Sutra, comprehending the wisdom between the lines of the Diamond Sutra, completely immersed in it, and didn't even notice Wang Zheng at all.

"That... the master?"

With the release of strong true energy, Wang Zheng finally called the distracted monk back.

The monk who came back to his senses smiled apologetically and said:

"Don't blame the benefactor, the poor monk is very rude when he sees Lie's heart for a while."

Hearing this, Wang Zheng waved his hands indifferently: "It's okay, speaking of it, the younger generation took advantage of the master."

The monk chuckled: "Although your Diamond Sutra is not a method of cultivation, you would never have imagined that this Diamond Sutra will benefit my Leiyin Temple. It should be that the poor monk took advantage of it."

The two were polite to each other, regardless of the mood of the people around them.

In fact, Wang Zheng didn't care about the mood of those people who ate melons at all.The fifth-level masters are here, except for Nangong Tiezhu, a heartless and heartless man, who dares to come and strike up a conversation without the monk's permission?
Just between the two of them being polite, a bloody smell suddenly permeated the entire Taihua Mountains.

Many people and creatures, just smelling the bloody smell, will have endless desires and murderous intentions in their hearts.

However, this kind of scene only happened to beings below the third level, like Wang Zheng, although his heart was abnormally irritable, he was not affected too much.

"This blood race has cultivated the blood nerves of my Eastern Continent. It is really troublesome."

Smelling the bloody smell, the monk said with some emotion.Then the sound of the Buddha's trumpet sounded, and everyone vaguely saw a Buddha suppressed in their altar. In an instant, all the evil thoughts and desires of all people disappeared without a trace.

At this time, these talents showed a look of lingering fear.

Looking at the most bloody place on the back mountain, the monk showed compassion:
"Prince Zaku's strength has been reduced to ten percent, so the poor monk will take action on his behalf, and completely cut off the last trace of life for Prince Zaku.

My Buddha is merciful, but my Buddha also has the act of casting down demons with angry eyes. "

As he spoke, the monk took a step forward, and three inches of golden light emerged from his body, and within that golden light, there seemed to be a vast world brewing within it.

When Wang Zheng saw this, he didn't know what he thought of, and suddenly he took a step forward and stopped in front of the monk:

"Senior, can the blood essence left by the Gorefiend be left to the younger generation?"

Hearing this, the monk looked at Wang Zheng deeply: "Benefactor, that blood demon is not an idle person, although his consciousness is gone, every drop of blood contains his thoughts.

The poor monk can understand the benefactor's desire to pursue power, but please be cautious about such crooked ways. "

Looking at the serious monk, Wang Zheng suddenly smiled freely and said:

"Senior, do you have no confidence in the junior, or do you not have confidence in the Zixiaoyan passed down by the senior?"

When the monk heard the words, he was taken aback for a moment, then shook his head and smiled, "All things that have action, the cycle of cause and effect is indeed like this.

If I pass on Zixiaoyan to you, you will have the opportunity to use Zixiaoyan. The luck of the benefactor is really amazing. "

Wang Zheng shook his head modestly: "It's just a coincidence."

The monk looked even more relieved: "It is best to have such a mentality. Luck can only be borrowed, not relied on. The benefactor must remember."

Wang Zheng's expression straightened: "Your junior will save you."

At this time, the monk looked at the place where the infinite blood was spreading in the back mountain again, folded his hands together, and recited the complicated and difficult scriptures.

As soon as the scriptures came out, there was the sound of Sanskrit singing echoing in the sky, the phantom of the golden dragon appeared out of thin air, and the white tiger of Gengjin came from the wind.

The meeting of the dragon and the tiger quickly evolved into a complex Buddhist formation, completely covering the entire back mountain.

After doing all this, the monk smiled and said, "In this way, as long as the benefactor does not make any mistakes, the blood demon will definitely have no possibility of resurrection."

Hearing this, Wang Zheng smiled confidently and said, "If I can't get rid of a thought that has been crippled twice, then I don't deserve the Zixiaoyan bestowed by seniors."

The monk smiled and nodded, appreciating Wang Zheng's heroic but not arrogant attitude.After smiling, the monk suddenly changed the topic:
"Wang Benefactor really has the idea of ​​going to Zhongzhou for development?"

(End of this chapter)