The Buddha in the ancient city moved, and the whole body was moved, and next to the Nanli River, Lime also woke up from his healing and got up to leave.

At the same time, among the Northern Mongolian army, there was also a battle report in front of the table of Fan Lingyue that Mijie Mountain had been broken, and the atmosphere of the entire camp was dull.

"Strategist, will Your Majesty be in danger?" said with a worried expression.

"No" Fan Lingyue shook her head, not only will Mingyue not be in danger, but she will also be a blessing in disguise and be sent back again.

As everyone knows today, the bright moon is in the hands of Ning Chen, and the abbot of Du'e Temple is the same, the current situation, Beimeng, the Eternal Night Divine Sect, and the Buddha Kingdom, everyone hopes that the other party can contribute more and share the pressure brought by the battlefield.

Whether Mingyue returns to Beimeng or not undoubtedly has a great impact on Beimeng, and the abbot of Du'e Temple knows this better than anyone else, and will only try his best to save and send Mingyue back, rather than taking the opportunity to threaten him.

Among them, none of them had the strength to independently resist Great Xia, and at this time, no one would be stupid enough to destroy the alliance relationship with each other.

In this world, there are not many smart people, but there are not many fools, such a simple truth, if the abbot of Du'e Temple can't understand it, he, the Buddha in the world, will be called in vain.

Mijie Mountain, in front of the shattered Buddha, Ning Chen had been sitting for a whole day, looking at the three things taken out of the secret room, a volume of exercises, a bottle of Buddha Heavenly Pill, and a golden short sword.

"Someone," Ning Chen said.

"In" a forbidden soldier stepped forward and saluted respectfully.

"Go and bring those four monks"

"Yes" The soldiers of the forbidden army received the order, and immediately walked quickly towards the main hall.

Not long after, the four soldiers escorted the four monks to the Big Buddha and stood aside, waiting for the next order.

Ning Chen got up, didn't say anything, pointed at the sword in his right hand, and Shuanghua lightly pointed at one of the monks.

"Ugh"

Tanzhong was broken, and a long snort of pain sounded in the mouth of the Buddha Gate King Kong, and blood flowed down from his mouth.

Seeing this situation, the four forbidden soldiers were suddenly shocked and couldn't speak, although the four people's martial arts were abolished, but the physical strength was still the same, how could they be injured so lightly.

"And so it was"

Ning Chen's eyes narrowed slightly, and the Vajra Immortal Body Exercise recorded how to cultivate the three hundred and sixty positive acupoints around the body, but he did not mention the Tanzhong acupoint in the middle of his chest.

There is no perfect practice in the world, no matter how strong the golden light is, there are still places that cannot be cultivated, and a hole in the sandalwood is the biggest flaw.

No wonder all the Buddhist monks he has ever seen always put one hand on his chest, it turns out that this is the reason.

However, in addition to this, there was one other thing that he cared about, and that was the golden short sword he took out from the secret room.

Since the abbot of Du'e Temple placed it in such an important place, there must be something unusual about it.

Moreover, he clearly felt that there was an indescribable power in this sword, but it was forcibly suppressed by another force.

This suppressive power is undoubtedly the authentic Buddha power of Buddhism, which is very powerful, at least it is also a fluctuation only at the innate level.

"What is this" Ning Chen took the golden short sword, walked up to the other Buddha King Kong, and asked.

"Amitabha" Buddha King Kong clasped his hands together and recited the Buddha's name, but he refused to reveal half a sentence.

"Don't you say yes" Ning Chen sneered, he liked to have a hard mouth, "Come on, break open his Tanzhong acupoint, and then dig a pit to bury him, remember, don't bury it in your chest"

"Yes" a soldier of the forbidden army stepped forward and carried him away.

"What about you?" Ning Chen walked up to the next Buddha Sect King Kong and asked calmly.

"This is the holy weapon of Buddhism," this Buddha King Kong did not blindly harden his mouth, and responded loudly.

"What is it for?" Ning Chen continued.

"It's just a token, it doesn't have any special purpose," replied the Buddha Vajra.

"Do you think I'm stupid?" Ning Chen glanced at the monk in front of him lightly, and said suddenly.

Buddhism King Kong was stunned, and he didn't react for a while.

"Take it away, just like the one just now," Ning Chen ordered.

"Yes" another soldier came and carried him away.

Ning Chen walked in front of the last Buddha Gate King Kong, and said indifferently, "It's just you, my patience is limited, I'll only give you one chance, it's still the problem just now, let's say it"

"This sword is called the blood pattern sword, this is not a thing of Buddhism, but a magic weapon, at the beginning of the founding of Buddhism, for the first abbot of the temple, suppressed by Buddhism in the temple for three hundred years, and finally sealed the demonic nature, became a holy soldier of Buddhism"

When the words fell, the last Buddha King Kong sighed deeply and silently recited a Buddha name.

"Only so much?" Ning Chen asked.

"That's all there is to it," Buddha King Kong nodded.

"Can this seal be broken?" Ning Chen asked casually.

"Can't" A slight panic flashed in the eyes of the Buddha Gate Vajra, and he denied.

"Take it away," Ning Chen said coldly.

The soldiers on the side stepped forward and took away the last Buddha King Kong.

After getting this little information, Ning Chen thought about it and said, "Someone is coming."

"In," a forbidden soldier ran over and said respectfully.

"Take people to the main hall and the apse to continue searching, especially the secret room, to see if you can find anything suspicious," Ning Chen explained in a deep voice.

The "obedient" soldier clasped his fists and saluted, and then left.

After speaking, Ning Chen carried the golden short sword, came to the place where the three monks were buried, and waited quietly.

The mountain is a stone mountain, and it is not easy to find a place with soil, but the construction of a temple is always inseparable from the soil, and there are so many large and small temples on the mountain, how can there be no soil.

The three of them were buried about a hundred feet away from the Big Buddha, and the Tanzhong acupoint in the middle of their chests had been broken, and under the pressure of the earth, blood continued to spurt out.

"The wound is too big, pay attention next time" Ning Chen glanced at the three soldiers next to him and said.

"Yes," the three soldiers replied.

Ning Chen stepped forward, looked at the three monks, and said calmly, "How about it, do you feel okay, there are only about more than 4,000 milliliters of blood in the human body, and if you lose more than one-third, you will fall into a coma, and if you lose more than half, you will die, of course, you can't understand it, let me tell you, after a while, you will feel empty, auditory hallucinations, fantasies, at that time, you will not be far from death, however, you used to be a martial artist, you can support more than ordinary people, how can you survive for half an hour"

"Amitabha" The three of them shouted the Buddha name, and immediately closed their eyes in unison.

"Good job" Ning Chen smiled coldly, he was not in a hurry at all, death was not terrible, what was terrible was the process of waiting for death, as long as these three people were not real Buddhas, he didn't believe that no one was shaken.

"Hou, is this useful?" asked one of the soldiers in a low voice.

"You'll know later" Ning Chen replied calmly, people's biggest fear is the unknown, and this fear will be infinitely amplified in the process of waiting for death, and it won't be long before these three people can clearly feel that their lives are draining from their bodies little by little, and the fear of death brought about by that sense of emptiness is not something that everyone can bear, and at that time, it is the time to test their Buddha hearts.

A quarter of an hour later, the ground in front of the three Buddha Gate Vajra had been completely stained red with blood, and the faces of the three had begun to turn pale, and the blood color had gradually receded.

Ning Chen casually stuck the golden short sword in front of the three of them, and stood patiently aside.

He didn't believe it, these three monks were really not afraid of death, if they were other people, maybe he still believed it, but it was absolutely impossible for these bald donkeys.

The reason is very simple, they have no faith, these monks on the Mijie Mountain know better than anyone whether their Buddha exists or not, and even the miracles of Buddhism are artificially created by them, how can this kind of person who even has a fake belief really not be afraid of death.

Two quarters of an hour had passed, and the three of them had begun to tremble, their lips turned white, and on their foreheads, a slight trace of sweat appeared, and it was still increasing.

Almost, Ning Chen's eyes narrowed slightly, and the real test began now.

Three quarters of an hour passed, and the three of them were still holding on, but their eyes were closed and their faces were already unconsciously beginning to show a trace of fear.

At this moment, the soldiers who went to search the secret room came back and were about to speak, but they were stopped by Ning Chen's eyes.

"How was the search, did you find anything?" asked Ning Chen.

The soldier comprehended, and changed his tone, "Lord Hou, I have found some clues, and the brothers want to ask Hou to go over and take a look."

"Okay, Ben Hou will go over now, these three people are useless, if you don't want to say it, forget it, the blood will be buried after it dries," Ning Chen commanded in a cold voice.

"Yes," the three soldiers standing on the side respectfully received the order.

After giving the order, Ning Chen pulled out the golden short sword stained with blood on the ground, and immediately turned to leave.

"The poor monk said!" At this moment, one of the people could not bear the torture of the fear of death, opened his eyes, and opened his mouth tremblingly.

"Oh, it seems that there are still people who know the times" Ning Chen stopped, a cold smile crossed the corner of his mouth, and said, "Rescue him, the other two are buried"

"Yes," the three soldiers responded.

The poor monk also said, "At this time, another person opened his eyes and said in fear.

The rest of you, with anger on his face, will scold.

However, this scolding could never be spoken, Ning Chen's figure flashed, came to him in an instant, and then slammed it into the soil with his head and body.

"Bury him, and bring the remaining two over" Ning Chen said with a cold expression, and after speaking, he turned around and walked towards the apse.

The two Buddhist Vajra were dug up, and after a while, they were escorted to the apse in a daze.

"Say, what is the origin of this short sword, and how to unlock the seal" Ning Chen glanced at the two of them and spoke.

A look of guilt flashed on the face of a Buddhist Vajra, and he said in a low tone, "The origin of the sword is recorded on a stone slab under the secret room, and the method of lifting the seal is also on it."

"Where is the specific location of the slate," Ning Chen asked again.

"The poor monk can take the Hou Ye to find it," another Buddhist King Kong hurriedly said.

"Lead the way," Ning Chen said lightly.

The two didn't dare to resist, and honestly walked in the direction of the secret room.