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"It is the so-called fate of Buddhism..."

Dizang's face was calm and spoke softly.

Ye Pengfei waved his hand and interrupted dizang's words. He said impatiently, "I'm the ghost of the demon king. This kind of preaching is meaningless to me."

It's interesting to know that dizang doesn't continue, but changes the topic.

"Devil, it's time to talk about our agreement next!"

Ye Pengfei ignored the madness of Wutian, calmly looked at dizang and said in a soft voice: "for thousands of years, you haven't broken your promise, how can my demon king do that kind of treacherous thing?"

"Please show your sincerity

Dizang's face is full of compassion, looking forward to it.

Ye Pengfei took a look at the Shinan sword. Suddenly, the handle of his right hand loosened and he threw it in the distance. A call came from the Shinan sword. Just three feet away, it turned into a streamer and rolled back again.

Ye Pengfei pointed his right hand to the sky, and the Shinan sword seemed to be imprisoned in the air.

Buzz!

Shinan Jian looks forward to it for a while, and a strong sense of not giving up fills Ye Pengfei's body. Ye Pengfei sighed softly, looked at the red light of the sword, said softly.

"You don't understand. It's my life!"

The response to Ye Pengfei is the flashing red light of Shinan sword.

Ye Pengfei quietly stood in place, slowly closed his eyes, calm said.

"Dizang, do it, you deserve it!"

The king of Tibet gently got up and walked to the front of the devil. His hands opened smoothly, and a stone lamp quietly appeared in his hands. Tibetans will gently push out the stone lamp, which quietly floats on the chest of Tibetans.

The king of Tibet put his hands together and said something.

The stone lamp seemed to be pulled, and the whole body suddenly turned into a thousand feet, suspended in front of Ye Pengfei's head. The stone lamp covered the sky and covered half the sky of Abby's hell.

Ye Pengfei's eyes closed, his hands rose from the Dantian, and he was on the lampholder. A stream of scarlet murderous gas poured into the stone seat along Ye Pengfei's hands.

At this time, small golden words came out of the mouth of dizang and hovered on the side of the lamp like scriptures. This spectacle even calms down the crazy Wutian. Wutian looks at the dense golden seal script pouring out of dizang's mouth, covering the stone lamp and ye Pengfei.

A lot of red breath from ye Pengfei's body transferred to the stone lamp. The stone lamp seemed to have life. A strange wave quietly rose from the lamp holder, gradually rose, and gathered towards the hollow lamp core.

Wutian dignified looking at dizang and ye Pengfei, there is a trace of doubt, this scene is very familiar, do not know where to see.

At present, we are paying close attention to the development of things. At the same time, we are also thinking carefully.

Wutian is thinking, but the king of Tibet is not idle.

The king of Tibet suddenly opened his eyes, and a light of Buddha gushed out of them, which immediately lit up the whole sky. The figure of the king of Tibet suddenly flashed above the stone lamp, and his hands shook in the air. Every time he made a move, there was a strong Buddha light gushing from his fingers, pulling the golden seal together.

Drink!

He roared and slapped the stone lamp with his left hand. In a flash, countless golden seal characters were printed on the stone lamp like gold foil. The face of the king of Tibetans remained unchanged. He took a few palms in succession, and there were gold seal characters in succession. They were closely connected and firmly pasted on the lamp post.

Soon, with the successive efforts of the king of Tibetans, a golden stone lamp slowly took shape between the heaven and the earth. How luxurious it should be to carve, brush and wash the gold foil, and use the ancient lamp in the remnant sky. Of course, the most important thing is not so. At the core of the golden stone lamp, the smell of red is more and more rich, with the meaning of cohesion.

"This is "The light of salvation!"

It is said that there were three sorrows before Sakyamuni became a Buddha. These three levels are incinerator, sea of bitterness and Bodhi tree. While crossing the sea of bitterness, Sakyamuni held the lamp in his hand, studied hard for three thousand years, and finally realized the truth.

As the saying goes, there is no end to the sea of bitterness, and looking back is the end of it!

After Sakyamuni's achievement of the three bodies, he also regarded the Shinan lamp as the most precious treasure of Buddhism and was worshipped in Leiyin temple in the West. When he entered the Western Heaven, the Tathagata held the lamp and fought hard for three days and three nights, which suppressed him. As a price, the lamp lost its wick.

After ten thousand years, Buddhism did not repair the lamp. Unexpectedly, the devil's blood bead could make the lamp rekindle again.

For others, this lamp is an artifact, but for Wutian, it is a natural killer. Because this lamp is the only thing that can incinerate Xinlian.

Wu Tian as the ghost of the devil, these memories of course know, just because know, Wu Tian this is really nervous.

He looked at the more powerful relief lamp, and his face finally showed a trace of horror. The threat of death in this moment was so realistic, even the Black Lotus began to tremble.At this time, the world suddenly set off bursts of smoke and dust, tens of thousands of night forks from all directions, the whole stone lamp surrounded by the water. The compassionate Buddha's light holds up a huge light shield, covering Ye Pengfei and dizang together.

Those night forks could not get close, so they had to surround them. Their cobblestone eyes were staring at the thin figure under the lampholder. In their perception, the breath of the king is coming there, and more importantly, the breath of the king is weakening.

"Roar!"

The roar of innumerable night forks gathered together and set off a startling momentum. The voice is different, but mixed with the same sadness and memories. The voice quietly into the ears of Ye Pengfei.

Ye Pengfei opened his eyes and looked at the countless night forks in front of him, all crawling on his side. Ye Pengfei was filled with emotion. At this time, ye Pengfei was not ye Pengfei, but the Lord of abyss and hell, who had been sealed for thousands of years.

These evil night forks are all his favorite children in those eternal years. How can I be calm when I see them again today.

Those night fork also seemed to notice Ye Pengfei's eyes, with a trace of love in them.

They closed their generous mouths and squatted quietly in the same place. The ferocious Yasha was as clever as a cat and dog.

Dizang saw the inner vibration, but the action on his hand did not stop at all.

With the passage of time, the red lamp core gradually condensed into essence, and the last wisp of red light also poured into the lamp along the lamp holder. At that moment, Shinan sword in the middle of the sky suddenly gave out a fierce light, and the remaining half of the spirit also poured into the lamp.

"Hell is not empty, vow not to become Buddha, dizang, don't forget your promise!"