Who is Long Qianqiu? The legendary figure who unified the underworld in the south of the Yangtze River, a generation of heroes, made great achievements, had countless experiences, and killed people boundlessly, telling him to escape into the empty gate, this is simply a big joke. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

"Hahaha-old monk, you are talking about dreams in an idiot!" Long Qianqiu covered his chest and laughed: "Long Mou has been in the underworld all his life, and he has never had a relationship with the Buddha, you died of this heart!"

"If the donor insists on going his own way, this time he will fall into the hell of innocence, and it will be difficult to enter reincarnation. The old monk said.

"Hell, what is hell like, Long is about to go and see!" "There is no hope of killing the enemy, the strong hand is ahead, Long Qianqiu knows that this is the end of the road, but even if he dies, he must die a heroic death, die a decent death, and never compromise.

Taking refuge in Buddhism is more difficult to accept than asking him to die.

The dragon scale sword flickered, and the golden mang jumped in front of him!

"Master, no!" Seeing that Long Qianqiu was about to swing a knife to kill himself, Mo Shen Ji knelt on the ground in a sad voice, hugged him and persuaded him loudly: "The master is wise, how can he isolate himself in front of the enemy!"

Long Qianqiu's face was full of pain, his eyes were closed, death was not death, life was not enough, he really couldn't survive, he couldn't die!

Death was ridiculed by others, life was not up to him, Long Qianqiu had no way to advance or retreat, his hands were bruised, and his internal organs were like being burned.

"Master, why do you want to help this big villain!" Zhao Ling'er said angrily.

The old monk smiled faintly, looked at Long Qianqiu and said: "Crossing people is like crossing oneself, crossing oneself is also crossing people, one thought is superborn, and crossing people is just crossing." Donor, when you hear that your son has suffered a misfortune, if you had formed a good relationship earlier, how could you have ended up in such a field? The cause and effect of the world are all due to greed, hatred, and ignorance. Only by turning back can we reach the other side. ”

"Haha, let you wear out your mouth, Long Mou will never follow your wishes today!" Long Qianqiu raised his head and laughed madly: "It doesn't matter if you are a real Li Shutong or a fake monk, if you want to kill, you will kill, listen to it!"

The old monk looked at him and sighed and shook his head, so stubborn and unrepentant, it was difficult for the Buddha to cross when he came.

"Long Qianqiu!" A roll call was like a loud name, and behind everyone, an old man in long-haired linen clothes suddenly appeared.

Seeing him, Xianyun hurriedly saluted: "Senior Uncle Ancestor!"

"Master?" Zhao Ling'er stared at her beautiful eyes, this old man who had never seen her before turned out to be the ancestor of Maoshan?

Qingfeng Zhenren waved his hand, looked at Long Qianqiu with an electric gaze, and said coldly: "You have damaged my Maoshan foundation, caused monstrous evil consequences, and the sin is unforgivable.

"Get out of the way!" Long Qianqiu kicked away Mo Shen's halberd, brandished the dragon scale treasure knife and wanted to kill again! It is better to die in battle than to commit suicide, this time he gambled his life and gambled desperately.

This old man in Mai who suddenly appeared was as unfathomable as that strange old monk, and tonight, Long Qianqiu knew that there was no way to live!

The breeze real man's long beard flutters, flicks his fingers, poof!

A wisp of true qi, condensing boundless mana, pierced through Long Qianqiu's chest, and came out from behind!

The energy shot out several feet and disappeared into the darkness.

The treasure knife was taken off, Long Qianqiu pointed at Qingfeng Zhenren, let out two long laughs of relief, and fell down heavily!

"Master!" Mo Shen pounced on his corpse, crying silently.

A generation of heroes couldn't bear this finger in the air, and died here on the spot.

Nangong Lu was already so frightened that his face was pale, and at this moment, when he saw Long Qianqiu killed in battle, he fled out of the mountain.

"Want to run!?" Zhao Ling'er's eyes lit up, he raised his hand and threw a long knife, and hit Nangong Lu's heart with a knife.

The rest of the people all knelt down and begged for mercy, the general trend has gone, and it is important to save their lives.

The monk closed his eyes and recited the Buddha's name, which was full of blood, reproducing the scene of Shura's hell, and he couldn't bear to look at it again.

"Xianyun. Qingfeng Zhenren said: "Imprison this cadre and wait for the fate." ”

"The disciple obeys the decree of the law. Xianyun nodded respectfully and began to organize the aftermath.

Shen Jiayao and the girls rushed in front of Ye Fan, but they saw that his whole body was naked, as if he had been coated with a layer of black paint, and he was unconscious.

The mountain fire on Baopu Peak is still burning, and the disaster is finally coming to an end......

After this catastrophe, the Maoshan Sect cleansed away the filth, the Dragon City was completely finished, and when the sun first rose, the man who was tempered by the demon refining pot was lying on a bamboo couch at the moment, falling into a deep sleep.

Blood-stained sky, spewing lava, mountains of corpses and a sea of bones, black smoke billowing ......

Above the nine heavens, the seven extremely brilliant sword lights suddenly slashed towards him, the incomparable brilliance covered the sky and the sun, there was no way to avoid it, there was nowhere to escape, Zhou Tian trembled, and the wind howled......

But at this moment, a pure and flawless figure opened its arms towards the rain of swords in the sky, blocking in front of him......

That world-souring face, looking back and smiling, is full of no regrets, full of attachment and affection......

"Ah!" Ye Fan suddenly opened his eyes and opened his mouth to gasp violently.

Who was she, and why did she block a mortal blow for herself?

"Little donor. In the thatched hermitage, the old monk sitting on the ground slowly got up, his eyes were warm and kind, and what he was holding in his hand was the nameless big guillotine knife that had been transformed by the demon refining pot.

It's still a trapezoidal square mouth, still fierce and hideous, but those mutilated blades are as new as ever, flowing with a terrifying cold glow.

"You are ......" last night, I remembered everything, but I couldn't remember who this monk was.

"Poor monk Li Shutong. The old monk smiled faintly.

"Hongyi?" Ye Fan propped himself up and carefully observed his face, gradually revealing a look of shock.

"It's the old man. As if guessing what he was thinking, Master Hongyi smiled slightly: "The little donor doesn't believe it?"

"This ...... Isn't Master Hongyi already dead?"

When it comes to Li Shutong, it is estimated that few people know who he is, but when it comes to Master Hongyi, many people will be in awe. He is the most famous monk in the Republic of China, known as the 20 articles in the sea, a collection of poetry, words, calligraphy, painting, seal carving, music, drama, literature in one, in many fields, opening a precedent for China's splendid culture and art.

His life is full of legends, and he is regarded as the eleventh generation ancestor of the Vinaya sect by Buddhism. His life was extremely gorgeous, and he was finally willing to return to the dull and died in Quanzhou, Fujian Province in the forties of the last century.

At this moment, he actually saw a legendary figure of Buddhism in this thatched hermitage, and Ye Fan couldn't help but wonder if he was dead.

"Hehe, it's a long story. Master Hongyi said with a smile: "The world is troublesome, it is not conducive to cultivation, people are tired, and it is difficult to transcend the world. Seventy years ago, Mr. Jiang invited the old man to take refuge in Taiwan, and the old man knew that once he went, he would not be able to return for the rest of his life.

Ye Fan opened his mouth and took a while to digest what he said.

Extrapolating like this, isn't the Venerable Hongyi in front of him one hundred and forty years old?

"Little benefactor, where did you get this knife from?" the old monk asked.

Ye Fan settled down and told him all about his origin.

Master Hongyi stroked the knife and sighed: "This knife is murderous, it must be a legacy of ancient times, little donor, are you willing to hand it over to the old man for safekeeping?"

Handed it over to him? Isn't this a robbery? Ye Fan said with a smile: "Master, if you want to do a good job, you must first sharpen your tools, eliminate the demon guard, and if you don't have a weapon to take advantage of, I'm afraid that you have more than enough heart and not enough strength." Besides, Buddhism also has demons and arhats, and there are still bodhisattvas in hell, and good and evil are just a thought, what does it have to do with the sword?"

Master Hongyi was stunned, and was robbed of the words by a junior, and then smiled indifferently: "The old man is too worried." Little donor, since you haven't named it yet, why don't you take the place of the poor monk?"

"Master, please speak. ”

"Born in the land of corpse qi and reshaped in the bloody battlefield, this knife should be called Shura!"

"Shura Knife?" Ye Fan pondered it carefully, nodded and said, "It's called Shura Knife." Master, where is this?"

"This is the peak of the Spirit Ruins. Outside the hermitage, an old man's voice came.

Qingfeng Zhenren walked in slowly.

"Lingxu Peak?" Ye Fan was surprised again, Lingxu Peak belongs to the forbidden land of Maoshan Mountain, and it is strictly forbidden for his disciples to set foot in it, who is this old man in Mai? What is the relationship between him and Master Hongyi?

"You should call me my ancestor. Qingfeng Zhenren said: "The forty-third generation grandmaster of Poor Dao Maoshan is Qingfeng. ”

The forty-third generation of grandmasters!?Maoshan Sect passed down to Huayangzi's generation, which is the forty-fifth generation of the head of the sect, and the Taoist of the same generation as the head of the sect, who used to be called the heir master of the law. The spiritual positions of these ancestors and ancestors are usually enshrined in the temple, and now they have seen a big living person!

In surprise, Ye Fan hurriedly got up and bowed firmly when he heard the voice: "Disciple Ye Fan bows to the ancestor!"

Qingfeng Zhenren bowed to him, bowed slightly, and then pointed directly to the important topic: "Last night, you were trapped in the sea of Pu Feng Huohai, and the poor Dao used the technique of three clears to reshape the dantian qi sea for you. This knife is closely related to you, the demon root is deeply planted in it, he will cause a catastrophe in the future, it is Master Hongyi who wants to keep it for you, since you insist on this, it is not good to say anything else, remember one point, you can not lose your nature in case of trouble. ”

The two seniors who are nearly three hundred years old together actually focused on this murder knife, Ye Fan mentioned twelve points of caution, and respectfully claimed that it was.

"You are now in the realm of the Great Perfection of the Day After Tomorrow, and when you break through the bottleneck one day, you can refine the Shura Sword as a natal weapon to suppress its ferocity. ”

With the hundred-year-old aura of the eight peaks of Maoshan Mountain, the powerful aura is condensed in the sea of dantian qi, which not only makes up for the past cultivation, but also ascends to the sky one step at a time, and jumps Ye Fan's strength to the peak of the day after tomorrow, which is equivalent to the realm of the perfection of the martial arts master, and can be matched with the martial saint by one millimeter.

Of course, this millimeter, across the gap between the heavens and the earth, some people can't cross it in their lifetime, and they can't reach the innate realm until they die.

"Yes, disciple Xie Shizu lit up. Ye Fan didn't know that when the Shura Knife was tempered last night, his consciousness was completely controlled by the knife, and he slashed the shocking sword, which shocked Long Qianqiu and the others.

This is exactly where Qingfeng and Hongyi are deeply worried, and cultivating the true way, in the final analysis, is cultivating the heart! If the heart is lost, it is the evil devil's crooked path.

"Master, what happened last night ......"

"Are you asking about Long Qianqiu? He's not dead, he's on the top of this peak, do you want to go and see it?"

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