The dazzling blue fire came into his eyes, Yan Feng looked at the moon hanging in the sky, but his heart at this moment was as calm as water. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

With a shallow smile on the corner of his mouth, his blood-red hair slowly passed away, turning back to his original inky black color, the ink-red flame on his body dissipated, and the yin and yang in his eyes also disappeared.

All the power is detached from the strict wind.

Looking at the blue fire that was getting closer and closer, the black and blue scales on the dartle's body emitted a ghostly glow under the moonlight.

But at the moment when the blue fire was about to vent on Yan Feng's body, from the gap in the underground palace that Bai Mi had knocked out, a golden pillar of light appeared in an instant, and above the pillar of light, dense esoteric Sanskrit words were all over the place.

At the same time, the words of the mantra of Hong Ruolei Zhong sounded, echoing in the underground palace.

Yan Feng, as if he had an illusion, in his eyes, within the golden light ingested from the gap, there seemed to be a Buddha!

Lotus platform, Buddha bone golden body!

The golden pillar of light enveloped the drought in an instant, and those blue flames surging towards the severe wind actually existed and annihilated in this golden light.

Just when the blue fire disappeared, Yan Feng's body was already about to be grounded at this moment, and he landed at such a high level, he was afraid that he would also fall to pieces, but at this moment, a red flame rushed out of the gap, roaring with the wolf king, and his body passed past Yan Feng's side like a phantom, and then rushed towards the gap again.

The dark blue rose in the eyes of this drought, and he wanted to catch up and kill Yan Feng and Bai Mi, but he found that he couldn't move at all, and this golden light actually bound the drought.

Seizing this gap, Bai Mi's figure had already come to the gap, and through the gap, he rushed directly into the vast night sky.

But at the moment when Bai Mi rushed to the gap, the original pillar of golden light instantly bloomed with golden light, and the Sanskrit scriptures in it resounded through the real underground palace, and the golden light spread out in a circle, instantly enveloping the entire underground palace.

The roar of the drought shook the heavens and the earth.

Yan Feng lay down on Bai Mi's body, listened to the roar of the drought, looked back at the gap in the golden light, and couldn't help frowning, Monk Xuanzhen was no longer on the wolf's back at the moment.

Obviously, the Buddha I saw was Xuanzhen!

Finally... What happened?!Why did Xuan Zhen look like this!

"Xiaobai, what's going on?"

As soon as Yan Feng asked, a sound of vicissitudes fell in his ears, and this voice belonged to Monk Xuanzhen.

"Strict donor. ”

Yan Feng's pupils shrank, wondering how Xuan Zhen was talking to himself, but now he couldn't let him think too much, and asked in his heart.

"Master, what the hell is going on?"

"Donor, your road is long-term in the sky, this life is destined to be extraordinary, the old man can get acquainted with the donor, this is a good fate. ”

"Drought Fish, the old man is lowly cultivated, and he has been sealed by the old man for only three years, and after three years, the drought will return to the world, in addition, I hope the donor can go to find the ghost grotto Yu family... This is related to the whole world, and the old man has thanked the donor in advance!"

Yan Feng frowned, Monk Xuanzhen's words seemed to have been said in advance, there was no so-called dialogue at all, it just fell on his ears.

"The pond is cold, and the five peaks are around, this is what the old man should be strict with the lord before, and the cause and effect are fateful... Goodbye. ”

"The pool is cold, and the five peaks are around..."

The voice disappeared, Yan Feng's pupils shrank, and he suddenly looked back, and at this moment, within the gap in the underground palace, the voice of the drought fish had disappeared, and the golden light that had been released before was also gone.

"The art of sacrificing one's body in Buddhism. ”

Bai Mi opened his mouth and said: "This old monk has used the technique of sacrificing himself. ”

"Lay down your life..."

Yan Feng muttered to himself...

In the dungeon, the four places were full of golden light, and everything, all the yin corpses, were turned into golden statues, maintaining their last-minute movements, motionless.

And in the place of the gap in the underground palace, there is a black stone sculpture quietly suspended in the gap place, the white moonlight is sprinkled, and the color is gray, this stone carving, looks like a monk, sitting cross-legged, kind eyebrows, eyebrows and long beard, the appearance is exactly the same as that of Xuanzhen monk.

Buddhism's art of sacrificing one's life, with my life, to cross the common people!

And not far before the stone sculpture that Monk Xuanzhen turned into, there was a golden statue with a female corpse in one hand, which was the sealed drought.

But those dark blue eyes still radiated light, and there was an angry killing intent in them.

Above the sky, Bai Mi cut through the sky, but when he was thirty miles away from the sky, he suddenly coughed violently, blood spurted out from the mouth of the waves, and his body was unstable, and he fell directly to the ground.

"Xiaobai!"

Yan Feng was also seriously injured, and he couldn't move at all while lying on the wolf's back at the moment, and he couldn't even get up.

Boom boom...

The white wolf landed in the mountain, its huge body dragged hundreds of meters in a row, and countless big trees were uprooted by the strong momentum, startling a large number of birds and birds to fly up.

The powerful momentum was vented in the body, one person and one wolf, all of them fainted.

The night is quiet...

Bai Mi and Yan Feng, who turned into little white wolves, lay in a haystack and were silent.

It wasn't until an hour later that there were human voices and dense footsteps in this forest, and more than a dozen people with lights found this place, looking at their appearances, all of them were monks.

"Senior brother, look, there!"

A monk at the head should be close to forty years old, and he should also be the older of the disciples.

"They made the sound just now?" The monk looked at Yan Feng and the little white wolf, and without the slightest delay, he hurriedly asked his junior disciples to lift Yan Feng and the little white wolf up.

"Senior brother, this, what should I do?" The little monk had never seen the world, and he was already a little panicked when he saw one person and one wolf at this moment.

"What are you nervous about!" the middle-aged monk patted the little monk's bald head, looking like he hated iron but not steel.

"Let's take it back to the temple first. ”

"Yes!"

More than a dozen monks, carrying a man and a wolf in the middle of the night, went up the mountain, and finally entered a temple that did not look very grand.

Three words in front of the temple: Chuye Temple!

Dizzy, when Yan Feng woke up, he only felt a headache, and opened his eyes slightly, and what greeted him was the ancient wood-colored beams, as if there were still a few rats running by.

When he turned his head, he saw the little white wolf lying beside him, and the wounds on his body were already scarred.

Where's this...

Yan Feng frowned, he remembered that he and Xiaobai fell from the sky, and after they landed, they didn't remember anything.

Glancing out the window, the light outside was gradually revealed, thinking that it should be early morning at this moment.

Yan Feng raised his head and sorted out the thoughts in his head.

I can't help but think of the last words of Monk Xuanzhen: "Three years..."

According to Xuan Zhen's meaning, his self-sacrificing technique can seal the drought for three years at most, and after three years, the drought will still be born.

"The remnants of the ghost grotto. Yan Feng couldn't help but wonder, why did Xuan Zhen have time to find this corpse refining family, could it be that this Yu family was really related to the drought.

"The pool is cold, the five peaks are around, where is this?" Yan Feng remembered the six words that Xuan Zhen had told him at the end.

Obviously, this is where Lin Xue'er is, but he didn't directly point out where it is, what does this Xuanzhen monk mean!

Yan Feng exhaled a long breath, feeling that everything was pressing on his heart, and he was bored for a while, at this time, the door of the room opened, and a small monk walked in.