Ten Years of Buddhist Cultivation, One Thought into the Devil: the Beginning of Refining Leifeng Pag

　　Wuxin smiled and nodded, "Of course."

　　However, no one expected that at this moment, Wuxin had just finished speaking.

　　Behind Meng Po Sanqi, another snort came over.

　　……

　　"Don't listen to his nonsense, this guy is so devilish that he is not a good person at first glance."

　　Hearing the news unintentionally, he raised his head and looked back.

　　A middle-aged man with a mustache on his chin and wearing a ghost costume,

　　Riding a cloudy cloud, he rushed out of the underworld with quick steps.

　　The sword-brow eagle-eyed in the future, although not handsome, does not have a certain bearing.

　　Wuxin looked at it at a glance, only to feel that the coming and the ordinary ghost are different, and their bearing is fundamentally different.

　　as predicted.

　　The next moment, Madam Meng turned her head and called out the other party's name directly.

　　It was none other than the ghost messenger Zhao Li.

　　"Li Zhao? Why are you here too?"

　　"I can't do it without coming here. You left Meng Po Village without authorization. If the King of Hell finds out about this, he will definitely punish you heavily." Zhao Li turned his head and looked at Meng Po Sanqi with a rare soft color in his eyes. .

　　After so many years in the underworld, he really watched Xiao Sanqi grow up, so it is not an exaggeration to think of her as a daughter.

　　"But people really want to go out and see the outside world... Besides, this is a once-in-a-three-hundred-years opportunity, have you gone far..."

　　Meng Po Sanqi lowered her head, her expression a little aggrieved.

　　Zhao Li looked at it, a little helpless.

　　He sighed inwardly.

　　But I also know that now is not the time to say that.

　　Especially when he felt the pure magic energy that escaped from the opponent from time to time.

　　Zhao Li's expression became even more serious immediately.

　　Looking up again, his hand has been pressed on the sword soldier on his waist.

　　Looking at the front, Wuxin, vigilant and said.

　　"What do you want to do, monk? Taking advantage of the full moon night, sneaking at this entrance, shouldn't it be trying to trespass into the underworld?"

　　"Me, trespassing into the underworld?"

　　"Donor, do you think the poor monk looks like that kind of person?" Wuxinfan asked.

　　"very alike."

　　Zhao Li was very straightforward, and nodded very calmly.

　　"You monk, you are full of demonic energy that I have only seen in my life. If you say you are not a demon, who would believe it?"

　　"Hehe, when will the amount of demonic energy be enough to determine a person's good and evil. If that's the case, then the work of you ghosts in the underworld is too good to be done."

　　Wuxin listened, and asked with a chuckle, "The donor just saw that the poor monk is a demon, so now..."

　　The words fell, and the whole body suddenly changed.

　　Thousands of Buddha Lights are born from behind.

　　At this moment, he has entered the Vajra realm.

　　Stand still.

　　The three feet in front of him seemed to have become a real Buddhist country.

　　There are wonderful sounds of Sanskrit singing, which are endless.

　　Seeing Meng Po Sanqi on the opposite side, she was amazed.

　　Zhao Li's pupils suddenly tightened.

　　I never thought that the difference between a person's breath and the front and back would be so big.

　　For a while in my heart, I was also a little dazed.

　　Confused.

　　Wuxin saw that the demon spirit of the old black mountain demon had dispersed, but he had no intention of entanglement with everyone.

　　The figure gradually dissipated, and it was time to return to the city of vain death.

　　Just before leaving, he glanced at Meng Po Sanqi behind Zhao Li.

　　Out of kindness, he reminded again.

　　"If one day, you see a child named 'Changsheng', don't hesitate to eat him directly, so as to save you from the calamity of your life."

　　"Eat children? No way, our mother-in-law can only eat evil spirits, not living people, let alone children."

　　Meng Po Sanqi was taken away by his father Chen Shi when he was born, so he really doesn't know anything at the moment.

　　For many things, the reaction is more clumsy than ordinary people.

　　At this time, I listened, stunned, and did not think deeply.

　　He subconsciously waved his hand and declined.

　　And listen to her.

　　Zhao Li, who was contemplating beside him, suddenly woke up.

　　Then look at Wuxin's figure and follow the black lotus, like a ghost, gradually disappearing.

　　More and more firm, his first feeling just now.

　　"You actually instigated Sanqi to eat people indiscriminately. You really are not a good person."

　　"Monster! Since you're here, come with me and go to the underworld!"

　　Although Zhao Li is not very serious on weekdays.

　　Honestly speaking, it's quite fair.

　　Having said that, he made a decisive move.

　　Between the flick of his sleeves, a black light flew out directly from his palm.

　　In an instant, it fell on the unintentional shoulder. .

Chapter 26

　　24. There are no Arhats in the world; the past and present are all nothingness! [For flowers, for collections! 】

　　This is the ghost claw.

　　Once the ghost claw falls, it can easily take away the opponent's soul.

　　Let him obediently return to the underworld to be punished.

　　It is considered the most powerful spiritual treasure in the hands of Shangju Hunguicha.

　　Basically, for human cultivators, as long as they sacrifice this thing, it will be unprofitable.

　　But today.

　　The ghost claw landed on Wuxin's shoulder.

　　Not only failed to capture the other party's soul.

　　Instead, the other party randomly probed the hand and shattered the ghost claw.

　　"What, the ghost messenger was broken? How strong is this guy's body?"

　　Zhao Li looked at it, and his expression was naturally surprised.

　　As for Wuxin, who was in the air, he shook his head and said again.

　　"Wuming...If you have a complete soul, it's better to say. But now...you have lost your memory and your true spirit is incomplete. To be honest, if you want to kill a poor monk, it's easy."

　　After speaking, he waved again.

　　Another French and Indian strike forward.

　　It's the seal of the statue of the god to suppress the prison!

　　print out.

　　The phantom of the idol that suppressed the boundless purgatory reappeared.

　　At this time, there was a long howl.

　　The coercion was like a mountain and sea, and it was very easy to imprison this Zhao Li in place.

　　He was half-kneeling on the ground.

　　Feeling the terrifying power of this seal, Zhao Li naturally turned pale in an instant, and his expression was gone.

　　Stop talking about him.

　　Even the narrator, Meng Po Sanqi, was so frightened this time that her face turned pale.

　　He hurriedly spoke and interceded on behalf of Zhao Li next to him.

　　"Monk, monk, don't kill him. I believe you are a good person. In fact, Zhao Li is also a good person, a very good one. Can you raise your hand, let him go, and don't kill him."

　　Thirty-seven faces pleading.

　　As for Wuxin, looking at Zhao Li who was half kneeling on the ground at this moment.

　　There was nothing smug about his expression.

　　Or the pride of a victor.

　　Instead, it was full of grief.