Junior brother is so inhuman

The ghost shadow Sen Sen cooperates with the Frost Sword Finger, which is a dual-purpose task.

This was the first time for Xia Yan, so his attention was very focused.

But he didn't realize that the scene around him had changed since he took the first step.

The previous strong wind outside the house was caused by the blood demon concubine.

But now, it's not her who caused the demon wind.

It's Xia Yan.

In addition to causing the cold demon wind of the mad, as he slowly stepped forward, the surrounding heaven and earth aura also surrounded him!

Even the protective sword qi generated with the Bright Sword Heart has changed.

The previous sword qi was almost colorless in the form of a stream of fireflies, but now it had turned into a faint misty black.

The aura of heaven and earth combined with the talisman sword qi made it seem as if there were tens of thousands of ghosts gathered around him!

"Ten thousand, ten thousand ghosts?"

The Blood Demon Concubine began to panic, and her tongue was knotted.

Haunted by ghosts, it doesn't mean that this person is unlucky or has been degraded.

Similar to Tongming Kenshin, this is a special physique that is enshrined as a treasure among demonic cultivators.

Ghosts cultivate yin and control ghosts, if they have this kind of innate affinity for yin spirits, they can be said to be like a fish in water when they cultivate.

That's not all.

Xia Yan's body was haunted by thousands of ghosts, and it actually infected the aura of heaven and earth!

To be able to cultivate ten thousand ghosts to this level, how unfathomable strength does this light-hearted young man in front of him have?

"Dare, dare to ask Your Excellency, is it a senior in the Soul Destroying Sect?"

The Blood Demon Concubine felt like falling into an ice cave, and stammered and asked.

There are three mountains and five sects in the righteous path, and there are two religions and six sects in the demon path.

The Red Moon Sect is one of them, and the Soul Destroying Sect is also one of them.

But compared to the Akatsuki Sect, which prefers to do research on corpses, the Soul Destroying Sect, which is keen on dealing with ghosts and demons, is more mysterious and terrifying.

The Blood Demon Concubine remembered that there was an old monster in the Soul Destroying Sect that looked no different from a handsome young man, and it seemed to be a body haunted by ten thousand ghosts...

Could it be him...

"Soul Destroyer Sect?"

Xia Yan frowned lightly, and couldn't remember where it was for a while.

But his frowning expression, in the eyes of the Blood Demon Concubine, was a precursor to anger.

Finished!

If I'm not mistaken, that person's cultivation was in the Realm of Refining Void a hundred or two hundred years ago, and maybe now they have all reached the Merge Realm!

You were still talking to him just now, weren't you?

Run! What more bicycles!

The feet were unstable, and the blood demon concubine staggered in midair.

"Good chance!"

Mingxin, who had been staring at her before, saw that she had revealed her flaws, abandoned the Zen staff and pushed it with both hands, emitting a large golden light swastika.

The Blood Demon Concubine couldn't dodge it, and took a solid blow.

The golden light of Buddhism is simply a natural restraint for a demon cultivator like her.

In the next second, wisps of black smoke came out of her skin.

"Jianyuan, help me!"

With a successful blow, Mingxin took advantage of the victory to pursue, and shouted at Jianyuan beside him.

The master and apprentice joined forces to cast a move, waving an extremely pure Buddha light that pierced her body.

With the terrible screams of the Blood Demon Concubine, her body was torn apart.

She's dead, and there's no scum left.

And as her soul was destroyed, the corpses she raised also turned into flying sand and dissipated between the heavens and the earth.

"Good, good..."

Monk Mingxin recited a sentence, but before he could finish it, his body fell backwards uncontrollably.

"Master!"

Jianyuan hurriedly helped him.

This voice also brought Xia Yan and Ye Chuqing back to their senses.

There was no time to think about anything else, and the two hurried to his side.

"It's okay, it's okay..."

Mingxin's voice gradually weakened, "The old man himself was poisoned by the demon girl's corpse, and he used too much True Yuan just now, and he has no way to return to the sky..."

"What did the seniors command?"

Xia Yan walked up to him and respectfully clasped his fists and saluted.

"The old man saw it before, you are really a body haunted by ten thousand ghosts?"

"I don't know."

Xia Yan shook his head and told the truth.

"Alas, that's it..."

Mingxin reached into his arms, and took out a string of Buddhist beads from his robe, "This is for you."

"What is this?"

"This is the Ming Zen meditation bead, Yushan Temple has been raised in the Buddha Hall for two hundred years, and the old man has been raised for fifty years."

Mingxin calmly explained, "You are a disciple of the Immortal Sect, if there are really ten thousand ghosts, the trouble will not be small.

"Wearing this thing can help you cleanse your body of ghosts and ghosts."

"If you are not haunted by ten thousand ghosts, it can also allow you to have no distractions when you are cultivating."

“...... Thank you for your seniors.

Xia Yan thought about it, and put it away first.

"Jianyuan, I won't be able to accompany you as a teacher

in the future..." After explaining this, Mingxin looked at Jianyuan again, "In the future, you will walk the world alone to promote Buddhism, and your words and deeds will also abide by the door rules, you know?" "

Disciple... Got it. "

Buddhism pays attention to cutting seven emotions and six desires, and Jianyuan will not cry like ordinary mortals.

His face was calm, but there was a little more reluctance in his tone.

"That's good, good, good..."

After reading the last sentence, Mingxin's hand slowly lowered and closed his eyes.

In the next second, his body gradually dissipated.

It is not as black as the blood demon concubine, but turns into a little golden light and goes away with the wind.

The so-called sitting, this is the case.

When his body completely dissipated, there were three more crystal clear relics on his robe.

Those who practice Buddhism can only have relics after their deaths when their merits are fulfilled and they pass away.

There are three knots in the heart, but the heart has great aspirations.

It is worthy of the world walking of Yushan Temple, a generation of monks.

Seeing this scene, Xia Yan and Ye Chuqing couldn't help but salute him.

After reciting the mantra of rebirth, Jianyuan slowly got up, put away the relics and robes, and picked up the Zen staff he had thrown on the ground earlier.

This is a symbol of the world that has been walked by Hayamaji Temple for generations.

"Ye Xiaoyou, Xia Xiaoyou, farewell."

"Master Jianyuan, do you want to go to the Immortal Gate with us first?"

Ye Chuqing asked kindly.

"No need, the matter of the blood demon concubine is over, and the little monk should take on the responsibility of walking in the world and promote my Buddha."

Jianyuan smiled and bowed, and then left here.

Of course, there are other reasons he didn't mention, but everyone knows it.

Yushan Temple is a Buddhist sect, and Duxian Gate is a Taoist sect.

There have always been philosophical differences between Buddhism and Taoism, and there is generally nothing to do, and both sides are old and dead and do not interact with each other, each passing its own way.

"Then Senior Sister Ye, do we want to go back now?"

Seeing his figure drifting away, Xia Yan turned his face and asked.

"Hmm... Can you take a break before you go back?

Ye Chuqing thought for a while and asked.

There was too much tossing and turning this night, and now that the crisis is over, as soon as her body and mind are relaxed, she is a little weak and tired.

"Absolutely. Senior sister has the final say.

Xia Yan looked around, although he was ruined by the blood demon concubine, he could barely rest.

He was just in the right place to pick up what had happened.