In the end, Jun Lingtian, under the protection of the relics, successfully passed through the desolate land inhabited by a large number of ancient demons, and in front of him, there was an ancient and mysterious mountain range.

The winding and rugged mountains, crisscrossed by ravines, bare, flowers and trees all withered some time ago, and the mountains were covered with a gray mist, and nothing could be seen a few steps away. A self-evident killing machine continues in the depths of the fog in this mountain range, dotted with stars, endlessly.

It is conceivable that it is an ancient demon lurking in this fog.

Jun Lingtian hesitated, but still resolutely walked into the fog.

The relics suspended above his head, the divine Buddha light sprinkled down, were like an indestructible and unbreakable mana barrier.

Rustle!

Not long after walking in the fog, Jun Lingtian heard a soul-stirring rhythm.

The voice, getting closer and closer, is like the singing voice of a night owl, and like a ghost crying wolf, making people's hearts ripple.

"Awesome!" Jun Lingtian was moved, if it weren't for the relics who isolated a large part of this rhythm, under this strange sound, he was afraid that he would lose his mind.

Later, one after another, strange things were discovered.

It was like a bright red downpour falling from the sky, white bones crawling out of the dirt, mysterious visions, mirages embodied in all directions.

Jun Lingtian upheld his own will, coupled with the Dharma power of the relics, and crossed the mountain range covered by the fog without danger. At first glance, there was an altar on the ground directly in front of you.

The altar was actually made of stars, magnificent and majestic, Jun Lingtian stood in front of this altar, and couldn't help but feel a kind of depression.

Besides, the top of the altar is a corpse, it is a monk, there is no flesh and blood, the bones are black, but it is immortal, the robe outside his body, inlaid with brilliant crystal orbs, there is no damage under the corrosion of the years, there are three thousand Buddhas chanting the true scriptures on it, quite the power to suppress all evil!

"Is he the one who made the relics feel it?" Jun Lingtian stared intently at the black skeleton in his robe, and suddenly said, "Ghost owl, is this the ancient holy monk who suppressed you in this temple?"

"That's right, it's this old bald donkey, his robe, this king recognizes it at a glance. The ghost owl gritted his teeth and replied, it can be seen that he was angry about being suppressed by the ancient holy monks, and said: "But it's a little weird, according to the old bald donkey's Dharma and Taoism, after sitting down, the bones left behind can be said to be a flawless and unblemished Buddhist golden body, how can it be a black skeleton?"

"You should speak politely, don't call an old bald donkey and call a holy monk! Jun Lingtian solemnly warned. An ancient holy monk who suppressed millions of evil demons, that was a great merit, Jun Lingtian respected and admired such ancestors and sages from the bottom of his heart.

Airplanes!

Accidents are in vain.

The relics broke away from Jun Lingtian's control and floated to the top of the altar.

Jun Lingtian was solemn, and if he lost his relics, then he would fall into a place of no return in this temple world.

Let's look at the relics that floated to the top of the altar, the power of the Buddha's light emitted, reflected on the black bones, there is an effect of driving away the darkness, in which bones, wisps of black demonic energy are evaporated and washed away.

The demon owl shouted, "I see. This old bald donkey...... Oh, it's the holy monk, after he sat down, the bones were invaded by the demonic aura here, and over time, the flawless golden body made the pollution this color. The relics are sacred things, and the power of the Buddha can dispel the demonic energy in the bones of this holy monk. ”

Jun Lingtian nodded, he thought so too.

"Whoa~"

As the demonic energy purified the relics, the bones of the holy monk on the altar gradually regained their splendor and peace, crystal clear. However, the erosion of demonic qi over the long years has almost eroded the bones of this holy monk, and the relics can only solve part of the demonic qi, and cannot completely expel the demonic qi in the bones of this holy monk.

But the effect seems to have been achieved. In the bones of the holy monk who have recovered a little bit of peace and splendor, an old monk with kind eyebrows and kind eyes and folded hands is reflected out, and the image of compassion and compassion for all living beings is indescribably impressive.

Jun Lingtian smiled dumbly, this old monk and the old monk who had been transformed into when the ghost owl had confused him before, looked exactly the same.

"Amitabha"

A Buddha horn brightens the world.

In the dark, it seems that there is a great avenue of heaven and earth responding.

On the empty and desolate land, there are flawless golden lotuses that swallow the light of the Buddha.

High in the sky, there was also a soft and peaceful light rain.

The old monk on the altar, follow the law!

This is the style of the ancient holy monks!

Jun Lingtian stepped forward, gave a salute, and said, "Junior, Jun Lingtian, meet the master!"

"Little friends don't have to be like this, cultivators, don't be formal. The holy monk smiled and said, "If it weren't for your relic, Xiaoyou, this golden corpse I left behind would have been invaded by demonic qi and become a demonic bone." ”

"Can that senior use the energy of the relics to dissolve all the demonic qi in that golden body?" Jun Lingtian asked.

"It's hard. The holy monk shook his head and said: "The origin of the old man's golden body has been corroded by demonic energy, and now, he can only use the power of the relics to shatter this golden body, so as not to be born in the future and bring disaster to all sentient beings." ”

Jun Lingtian sighed and said, "When my predecessor was alive, I suppressed millions of demons, and I don't know how many people I saved. Now I have to self-destruct the golden body and bones, which really makes my generation of monks ashamed and ashamed. If the seniors have any instructions, the younger generations are willing to make some modest efforts. ”

"Amitabha, what is the matter, why worry about it. The holy monk was unimpressed by the merit of suppressing millions of evil demons, and said, "Before the old man smashes the golden body, there are two gifts for you. The first piece is this "multi-treasure robe", which is owned by the old man during his lifetime, containing immeasurable Buddha light, I hope that the little friend can use it. The second gift is this Buddha bead. ”

The robe draped outside the bones of the holy monk turned into a long rainbow and fell in front of Jun Lingtian, and then there was an ancient and mysterious Buddha bead, this Buddha bead the size of a dragon's eye, with a few wisps of cracks, with the breath of a long time, no light and no glory, and I don't know what age it is.

"Dare to ask the seniors, what can this Buddha bead say?"

First put the treasure robe in his pocket, Jun Lingtian arched his hand and asked.

"It's a secret. The holy monk said solemnly: "Sumeru Heavenly Scripture, can you know it?"

(End of chapter)