Genius remembers in a second [Aishang Novel Network biquge.info] to provide you with wonderful novels to read.

The six-fingered demon head is tied with a golden crown, splendid clothes, sitting on the skull throne, behind it is an endless river of white bones and corpses, and the eerie atmosphere is as thick as substance. (Please search, or enter directly to see the latest chapter)

He drank the last sip of blood wine unhurriedly, threw away the wine cup at will, looked at Jing Younan, and smiled in his eyes, "The blood of the Xuanmen monk is delicious." ”

After speaking, he also licked the blood stains on the corners of his mouth with his scarlet tongue like a snake, looking unfinished.

"Giggles, Childe, isn't this another delivery to the door,"

The enchanting woman who gathered in front of the demon smiled coquettishly, she was slender, only draped in a transparent light veil, proud of the twin peaks and slender **, spring.

The six-fingered demon touched the bewitching woman's snow-white breasts, and laughed, "Yes, I originally thought that this fruit fairy would be very boring, but I didn't expect that there would be such delicious flesh and blood." ”

The bewitching woman crossed her hands on her hips, straightened her chest and buttocks, and said, "Hey, boy, why are you still standing there?" Quickly cut herself off, my son-in-law likes to drink your blood, and it is also your blessing." ”

"Yes, that's right. The six-fingered demon was so satisfied with his concubine's sensibility that he couldn't help but knead her fat buttocks as a reward.

Seeing such a scene, the other bewitching women lying on the throne scolded in their hearts, this knew that Tian shamelessly flattered his son.

Feeling the burning gaze of envy and envy around her, the bewitching woman was even more imposing, her proud chest was pulled high, and she said loudly, "Boy, hurry up, don't make my son-in-law wait for a long time." ”

Jing Younan's eyes were murderous, and he spit out two words, "Noise." ”

Before the words fell, a red light flew out of his mouth, dragging the flames, and with an irresistible momentum, it reached the bewitching woman's eyes in the blink of an eye.

To the sun, the flame burns the sky, it is the Red Flame Divine Arrow.

"Ah,"

The bewitching woman screamed, she couldn't dodge at all, and the next moment, her whole body turned into a fireball.

"Bold,"

The six-fingered demon was furious, and he suddenly stood up from the skull throne, trembling with anger.

He never thought that only one person on the other side would dare to take the lead, and the Dao Red Flame Divine Arrow was as fast as lightning in the wind, even if he was one of the few young talents in the vicinity, he could only watch his beloved concubine burn to ashes.

An indescribable sense of humiliation rose from the bottom of his heart, and the anger in the eyes of the arrogant six-fingered demon was almost spewing out, he pointed his finger at Jing Younan, word by word, and said, "I'm going to cramp and skin you, and you won't live forever." ”

"Ha," Jing Younan smiled disdainfully, took care of himself and withdrew the Red Flame Divine Arrow, and said, "I'll wait."

"Good, good, good. The green tendons on the six-fingered demon's face jumped high, and he tried his best to keep the last trace of consciousness on the spiritual platform, reached into his arm, took out a black gourd, and threw it into the air.

The gourd hung upside down, and a thick puff of black smoke came out and spread in all directions.

If you look closely, the black smoke is wriggling like a living thing, and the hideous and painful human faces are tangled together, and the mouth is wide open, but there is no sound at all, and it is indescribably weird and gloomy.

"What a devil,"

Jing Younan stood still, but his sword eyebrows were raised, and he could see clearly that this black smoke was obviously a magic weapon that the six-fingered demon in front of him had killed tens of thousands of people with the most cruel means, and used their grievances before death to condense it.

This kind of thing can most tarnish the true qi and magic weapon of the Xuanmen monks, and make ordinary Xuanmen monks retreat.

"Nine Yao Ming Emperor Mirror,"

Jing Younan didn't dare to slack off, and with a finger of his hand, the treasure mirror rose from the gate of heaven, and shot out a bright golden divine light, straight into the sky.

This puff of black smoke may be able to defile other magic weapons, but the Nine Yao Ming Emperor Mirror is already a high-grade spiritual weapon, with a mellow qi and scorching masculine, but it can restrain it in turn.

Sure enough, as soon as the divine light came out, the black smoke was punched out of a big hole, and the rest of the remaining black smoke curled up together as if it was spiritual, showing its teeth and claws, but it didn't dare to go any further.

"Hmph, where to run,"

Jing Younan was so powerful that he pinched the magic trick, the mirror was full of light, the red qi rose, and the divine light came out one after another, sweeping away the black smoke.

In an instant, the black smoke melted like snow, and one by one the souls floated out, and the distorted pain on their faces was gone, replaced by the joy of liberation.

There were adults, children, men, and women, and they all stood in the air, saluted to Jing Younan, and then gave birth to black and white lotus flowers from the void, wrapped them, and disappeared.

"Damn,"

The six-fingered demon's anger was like thunder, and his black-skinned gourd magic weapon was completed by him with great hardship and nearly 100,000 mortals, but now it has been broken by the other party, and it has almost become a waste product.

Unable to hold back any longer, the six-fingered demon head's eyes were bloodshot, and he roared angrily, sacrificing the strongest magic weapon in his hand, the spirit weapon double Jiaojiao.

The double Jiaojiao scissors are half a foot long, the whole body is golden, and the patterns are raised one by one, like the scales of the dragon, exuding dazzling light.

A sacrifice rises in the air, and the scissors rise in the wind, to two feet high.

From a distance, it was simply two dragons with teeth and claws falling from the nine heavens, unstoppable.

"What a magic weapon,"

Jing Younan's eyes froze, this spiritual weapon scissors of the six-fingered demon head was completely born for killing, although the level was not as good as the Jiuyao Ming Emperor Mirror, but it was pure, and it was not easy to resist with all its strength.

Seeing that the twin scissors were entangled in the other party's seemingly imposing magic weapon, the six-fingered demon finally put his mind at ease, smiled yin, and said, "Boy, today you can't survive or die." ”

Jing Younan commanded Baojing and Shuangjiao to cut and tremble, and casually sneered, "Don't be ashamed,"

"You'll know right away. The blood light in the six-fingered demon leader disappeared, and with a slap of his hand, a wisp of black smoke rose from the halogen gate, straight into the sky, condensed but not dispersed.

After a while, the black smoke spread, condensing into a picture scroll in mid-air, covering the sky and the sun, endlessly.

Faintly, you can see that a high platform rises in the depths of the black smoke, which is thousands of feet high, with nine layers of soil, and the pattern is natural. There is a bronze mirror hanging on it, mottled and simple, and there are seven big seals like stars, and there is no good person in front of the mirror stage.

"What kind of Dao art is this?"

Jing Younan just glanced at it, and was surprised to see that the bronze mirror on the high platform spread out like ripples, and clear pictures appeared in it, which was the most obscure dark behavior in his heart.

No one is pure and innocent, and as long as he lives, there will be original sin. What's more, Jing Younan lived in the last days in his previous life, with indifferent human nature and moral collapse, and if he wants to survive, he can only do anything.

In this life, reincarnated in the world of Xianxia, there has never been a vein of affection, some are just killing and cold-blooded.

Under this bronze mirror, all the evils, darkness, and filth cannot be hidden, clearly revealed, and bloody, unavoidable, and unshaken.

Jing Younan looked at the darkest scenes in his heart like this, his face was pale, cold sweat flowed, and his body was shaky.

"Sure enough, there are no good people in front of the evil mirror, even if your Buddha is alive, the saint will appear, and you can't escape the bronze mirror and karma. ”

The Six-Fingered Adversary sat back on his throne, his eyes deep.

The Taoist Mirror Platform he cultivated has a great origin, and it is said that it is inherited from the Netherworld and Hell, and the reincarnation rooftop.

This Taoist technique is taken from the evil mirror in front of the platform, there are no good people, and every qiē karma has retribution. It is only because the world has been full of sins in its life since it was young and old. But man is also a spiritual thing. I understand what I do, and I take the sins of my life in my heart.

With a clear heart, hand and foot action, and no centrifugal instructions, as long as you arrive in front of the mirror of evil, you will reflect all your sins from the ground, and you will be able to show them in detail.

The six-fingered demon looked at Jing Younan, who was sweating like pulp in the audience, and chanted a long song from his mouth, "They are all sinful and unforgivable people, let's die early and live early." ”

The magic sound was in his ears, Jing Younan's body trembled even more, he felt that he was standing naked in the void, surrounded by dense figures, they saw the darkness of their own scenes, and they were laughing and ridiculing themselves recklessly, full of sin, and innocent of death.

Caught in such a quagmire of sin, looking around, everywhere is turbidity, and there is no way out.

It seems that there is only one way out, that is, after death, the soul will go to the netherworld, go down to the volcano, enter the sea of swords, go to the oil pot, wash away all the sins, and become a new person.

However, if you become a human being again, isn't it about being reincarnated again, riddled with sins?

Jing Younan seemed to understand something, but as if he didn't understand anything, he sat directly cross-legged, his hands naturally crossed in front of his chest, and pinched a strange handprint.

I don't know when, I smiled at the flowers, and there was a feeling of satisfaction and joy brewing. In the void, the golden lotus phantom is in full bloom and disillusioned, the loud fairy sound is passed down from the nine heavens, the crane dances and soars, and the dragon walks and the phoenix flies.

He opened his eyes and proclaimed heaven and earth in a voice as firm as iron, saying, "It is not a sin, it is not a sin."

Enlightened for a lifetime, the evil retreats.

Bursts of thunder resounded in the void, and countless swaying figures disappeared without a trace under the thunder.

Jing Younan stood up and raised her head slightly, her eyes full of joy.

He finally understood that his swaying, retreating, and fear after seeing the scene revealed by the bronze mirror were all due to the fact that the Dao heart was not round, which was the deepest weakness in his heart.

In fact, this so-called sin is quite ridiculous, they are just imposed on you by outsiders, they belong to the evil demons of the outer way, and there is no need to care about them at all.

For the monks, the most important thing is to move towards the Pure Yang Avenue step by step.

Jing Younan took a deep breath, only feeling as if a layer of dust had been brushed off his soul, and his Dao heart was lively, and from then on, such a question would never bother him again.

He couldn't help but think of a sentence he heard in his previous life, he is a Bodhi tree, his heart is like a mirror, and he often abandons it, so as not to cause dust.

"It seems that the biggest effect of this Dao technique is not to kill the enemy, but to cultivate the Dao heart. ”

Jing Younan put his hands behind his back, looked at the gradually blurred bronze mirror on the high platform, and said leisurely.