I have been slaying demons in the Demon Slayer Division for thirty years

A strand of hair turned into "Book of Changes", jumped out of the Jinguang Temple formation, killed demons, and attracted the attention of the monks in the temple.

Taking advantage of the chaos, I escaped into Bodhi Courtyard.

Bodhi Temple is a forbidden place for eminent monks to meditate in Jinguang Temple. The eminent monks who were originally guarding or retreating have left the seclusion, leaving only the sea of ​​​​fa for bathing and fasting.

Among dozens of courtyards, only one in the middle shines with Buddha's light.

The forbidden formation in the temple has been completely integrated into the Arhat Dharma, and Zhou Yi easily entered it.

Pushing open the courtyard door, Fahai was sitting cross-legged with three heads on his neck.

Among them is the young and cold Fahai.

On the left is a female Bodhisattva with a jade face and a happy face.

On the right is a ferocious old monk.

There are three poems per person, each reciting sutras.

Zhou Yi entered the courtyard and opened his eyes on the right side of his head.

"Little benefactor."

"Amitabha!"

The female Bodhisattva charms the soul, and the old monk is compassionate and compassionate.

Zhou Yi bowed to the central head: "Master Fahai, I haven't seen you for several years, you have changed too much!"

Fa Hai did not respond to Zhouyi, but still closed his eyes and continued to recite Buddhist scriptures.

The old monk said: "Quickly kill the demons to prevent the evil Buddha from occupying Fahai's body..."

The female Bodhisattva smiled and said: "Master, the way of killing seems to be the way of the evil Buddha!"

"I cultivate evil Buddhas and kill demons, so my merits are immeasurable!"

Zhou Yi listened to the conversation between the two heads and asked: "Where are you two from??"

"I am the Holy Mother of White Lotus. It is better for me, my little benefactor, to take refuge in my Buddha and enjoy great freedom and freedom."

When the Holy Mother White Lotus spoke, a strange force invaded Zhou Yi's soul, which was then crushed into pieces by the magic power.

"It turns out to be the White Lotus Demon!"

Zhou Yi snorted coldly, and the Purple Ying Sword penetrated the neck of the Holy Mother of White Lotus and cut it gently.

Gulu!

The Holy Mother of White Lotus had a look of disbelief on her face, several rays of sword light flashed past, and her head turned into ashes.

Zhou Yi knew the importance of decisive killing from the beginning of the Black Demon Lord.

There was no blood flowing from the severed part of Fa Hai's neck. Instead, it slowly turned into sarcoma, and it seemed that his head was about to grow again.

"I killed Arhat."

The old monk solemnly said: "Fahai can't hold it any longer and will become a demon at any time."

Zhou Yi looked solemn and said: "Why did you become a demon?"

The eyes of the killing arhat flashed with golden light, and screens of light appeared in front of him.

In the light curtain, the demons were wreaking havoc and killing demons, driving the refugees up the Golden Light Mountain.

The monks at the mountain gate used the mountain gate magic formation to isolate the inside and outside. They allowed the refugees to plead in pain and never opened the temple protection formation.

Scenes of light and shadow, the inside and outside of Jinguang Temple are two worlds.

Buddhist monks talk about cutting meat to feed tigers and sacrificing their lives to save the world. Now, in order to survive, they watched the demons slaughter them.

Let go of the formation, and the demon fairy will destroy the mountain gate.

With the formation tightly closed, demons slaughtered the people.

"Fa Hai was born with a Buddha's heart, and he also understood the supreme Buddhist principle of killing living beings to protect them, and killing karma rather than killing people, awakened a ray of true spirit in Lao Na."

The killing arhat explained: "Unfortunately, the relics left by the old man have been plotted by others. There is a split soul of the White Lotus Demon Buddha lurking, and he wants to seize the relics..."

After Fahai resonated with the Arhat relic, he successfully refined it into his own relic. As a result, the spirit of the White Lotus Virgin took the opportunity to sneak in and merged into Fahai's soul.

Seeing this situation, the True Spirit of the Killing Arhat joined forces with Fahai and barely suppressed the Holy Mother of White Lotus.

At this time, Fa Hai has three poems for one person, which are three parts of consciousness in the same soul, similar to split personality.

"Now, the White Lotus Demon Buddha wants to destroy the Buddha's heart through killing, leading him to fall into the path of pure killing and annihilate his spiritual consciousness!"

"So as long as we eradicate the demons and protect the refugees, everything can be solved?"

Zhou Yi glanced at the growing head and said: "That's easy, but what should I do with this White Lotus Demon Buddha?"

The killing arhat shook his head slightly: "After Xu Fahai wakes up, let him make his own decision."

Zhou Yi took a deep look at the killing arhat and disappeared.

"Then the poor Taoist will go!"

…

In the void.

Liu Hengmei pointed, and the vital energy of heaven and earth condensed into a giant finger of tens of feet, which struck on the Arhat's Dharma.

Boom!

There was a loud noise, the Arhat's image was covered with cracks, and golden cracks covered his whole body.

Liu Hengmei shook his head and said: "It's boring and boring. The old bald donkey who doesn't move has no successor."

The words fell.

Dark clouds rolled in the sky, and strong winds rose, covering hundreds of miles in radius.

"When my husband wanted to see the flood, I was flooded for thousands of miles, and the old bald donkey came to visit me."

"Now I will flood Jinshan Temple to pay homage to my husband's spirit in heaven!"

Drops of black water dropped from the dark clouds, and they fell first on the body of the Arhat.

The Arhat's Dharma, which is as solid as pure gold, is like a wax figure exposed to fire, slowly softening and melting.

"Amitabha!"

The sacred monks in the temple felt the emotion and chanted the name of the Buddha loudly, without any sadness or joy.

Black rain fell, everything melted, and Jinguang Temple was finished.

The chanting monks in the temple stopped one after another and looked up to see the dharma image of the Arhat that they had placed high hopes on melting away, with expressions of despair on their faces.

No matter how much we talk about saving lives and reincarnation, we will still be afraid and tremble when faced with life and death.

Liu Hengmei's breath weakened slightly, and he used his innate magical power Yuhen Yunchou, which was a little reluctant given the current situation.

After the rain has passed, you can take out the body of the demon fairy and regain most of your strength.

At this time.

A clear voice sounded.

"I am also good at the art of making wind and rain, how about a competition?"

Zhou Yi holds the Purple Ying Immortal Sword and steps up into the air step by step.

At this time, he manifested his original appearance, extremely handsome and graceful.

His eyes are like stars, and his long black hair is flying.

He has a long body and a jade-like figure, with his navy blue Taoist robe flying.

"Disperse!"

With a command, the long black rain dissipated out of thin air, and the dark clouds covering the sky disappeared and the snow melted.

The sun shines on the earth again. If it weren't for the snake-tailed witch in the sky, it would seem that the black clouds and rain just now were just an illusion.

Tiangang Taoism can call for wind and rain, and the rain will naturally disperse and the clouds will gather.

Liu Hengmei frowned slightly, staring at the young Taoist with a sarcastic look on his face: "Taoist, you are actually in charge of the monk's temple!"

Zhou Yi said: "The poor Taoist has killed countless demons and demons, but he has not yet killed the demons and immortals. Today, I hope that my fellow Taoist will do it."

"When I was ruling the world, your ancestors were not yet born!"

Liu Hengmei's snake tail waved, the void shook, and it hit Zhou Yi with lightning speed.

"The wind is coming!"

Zhou Yi's magic power circulated, creating strong winds out of thin air, turning into millions of extremely sharp blades.

The wind blade scraped through the snake's tail and penetrated the white scales, making a tearing and tearing sound.

In an instant, the snake's tail was dripping with blood.

hiss--

Liu Hengmei's long tongue hissed. This skin-cutting wind was definitely unusual. After it penetrated into the body, it was like a tarsal maggot, but the magic power could not be completely dispelled.

One snake scale was restored, and the wind knife cut another one. Although it was not a fatal injury, Liu Hengmei would suffer from Ling Chi at any time.

"You little bastard, damn it!"

The vitality of heaven and earth rioted, turning into a long river of black water and rushing towards Zhouyi.

Wan Jian returns to his clan!

Zhou Yi used the unique skill of the Daqian Sword Classic to divide the Purple Ying Sword into two, two into three, and three into ten thousand. Overlapping flying swords covered the sky and the earth.

The long river of black water stirred up waves and submerged countless flying swords. Unfortunately, the flying swords kept falling.

The grade of the Ziying Sword is much better than that of Black Water. In just a few moments, it cut the long river into hundreds of pieces.

"Compared to Qingqiu Fox Immortal, Taoist Fellow Daoist, you are much worse!"

After Zhou Yi tested it, he had a rough grasp of the snake fairy's strength. It seemed to be powerful, but in fact it was strong on the outside but weak on the inside.

After a thousand years of sealing, immortals and demons will also suffer heavy losses, not to mention that the physical body is the inner demon, which is thousands of miles away from the body of the demons and immortals.

"Here comes the rain!"

Zhou Yi shouted, countless ink clouds gathered in the sky, and thunder moved in the clouds.

Boom!

The thunder fell, blasting the demons with red eyes into pieces.

Liu Hengmei's face was solemn, and his upper body gradually turned into a snake shape, with clouds on his head and a tail connected to the ground, showing the true form of a white snake.

The drizzle falls continuously.

Zhou Yi made a sword secret with his hand, and the rain turned into sword energy, wrapping the white snake in it.

hiss--

The body of the white snake demon was coiled in the void, like a hanging mountain peak. Ignoring the drizzle of sword energy, it blasted towards Zhou Yi.