I don't know how long I waited.

Finally, the old man of the Demon Realm who had disappeared walked up from under the altar on crutches.

"Emperor Buddha, your understanding of the purpose of Buddhism is definitely beyond that of me, an old man, but do you know where the real dividing ridge between life and death is?

The so-called phoenix nirvana is to go through the test of life and death, and climb out of the abyss on the edge of life and death...... When you understand this truth, death is no longer the focus of fate, but a kind of starting point. ”

Jing Yao tilted her head and thought, she could completely take the old man's words as a kind of spiritual comfort.

But after thinking about it for a while, and feeling that it was very reasonable and almost brainwashed, Jing Yao couldn't help but widen her eyes, and defined the old man as the leader of the pyramid scheme.

The frozen Buddha Emperor can only turn his eyes to express his inner thoughts, and the old man's words make it difficult for him to resonate, but he does not object, which can be regarded as a kind of approval and recognition.

The old man continued: "Many monks gave up the summons of the immortal realm, came to the demon realm, cleaned their dust, and became a demon cultivator, but many failed and became an unconscious puppet ......"

As if to confirm the old man's words.

Four or five stiff demon soldiers came over mechanically holding something.

Jing Yao glanced at it, and quickly recognized the object held by a demon soldier, it was the phoenix blood fruit, she was fortunate enough to eat one, and her cultivation rose greatly, although the other items were not known, thinking with her toes, it was also comparable to the existence of the phoenix blood fruit.

The old man said: "The former emperor, your Buddha qi is too strong, and the essence of hardware is difficult to refine, I can only use more brutal means to remove the Buddha qi for you, I hope you can endure it." ”

Alternation of cold and heat.

The extreme heat flow is compatible with the most gloomy cold, like a sharp knife scraping the body of the Buddha Emperor, and the bright blood water dots the ice......

Jing Yao grinned in pain for the Buddha Emperor, she had felt the hot breath of the phoenix blood fruit that had been transformed for ten thousand years, and it was an indescribable pain.

She couldn't imagine what the Buddha Emperor had encountered, so she asked him to give up the Buddha Emperor's throne and seek refuge in the Demon Realm, saying that it might not be accurate, but it was no different from looking for abuse.

The Buddha's vision gradually blurred, if there was no ice wrapping, the Buddha Emperor had already shed a body of flesh and blood at this time, leaving only miserable white bones.

Legend has it that it was opened in the land of death.

The flowers on the other side of the Netherworld Abyss quickly bloomed around the altar.

Jing Yao has been to the Netherworld and has a deep memory of the extremely bright red flowers, but now as far as the eye can see, there are such intolerable flowers blooming everywhere, beautiful with poignant, poignant with a lofty artistic conception of loneliness.

When everyone was fascinated by the sea of flowers, Jiang Xianhai smiled bitterly: "This is not true, it is likely that the Buddha Emperor had an illusion on the boundary between life and death, and the scene at that time was ...... Maybe not so poetic. ”

Everyone came to their senses, it turned out that everything was just an auditory hallucination caused by the Buddha's pain, as the kidnapped, they could not change the changes in the environment, this was a fragment of the Buddha's memory, and they could only accept it.

Jing Yao tilted her head slightly, seeing that the old man was indifferent, confirming Jiang Xianhai's guess.

She looked back again, and there was a faint longing in the Buddha's eyes, and the corners of his mouth that were frozen also raised a warm smile.

Finally...... The heavy treasure Buddha bell in the body of the Buddha Emperor could not bear the strong oppression, and under the intentional drive of the Buddha Emperor, it broke away from the main body and rotated in mid-air, shining brightly.

The old man breathed a sigh of relief and said, "A crucial step has been taken, and the next step will be much easier." ”

The bell rang like crazy.

The colorful brilliance waved violently, as if accusing the Buddha Emperor of betrayal, and like a feeble moan, the Buddha Emperor closed his eyes, and another wisp of Buddha Qi shot out of his body, pushing the Buddha bell into the distance.

The brilliance lingers, forming a world surrounded by yellow sand.

Hidden in it, there are many Buddha carvings......

Several people realized that the formation of the Maha Cave seemed to be inextricably linked to everything in front of them.

The Buddha Emperor gave out the last Buddha spirit, and established a happy land for the disciples of the Buddha Sect in later generations, and the rumors of the Maha Cave of the Buddha's relics were self-defeating, and the Maha Cave was actually created by the Buddha Emperor......

The face of the Buddha Emperor flashed with pathos, and finally he was resolute, and he had his own conclusion, and in the eyes of Jing Yao and others, the flowers on the other side shook themselves without wind, emitting a pleasant silver bell, forming a Buddha singing note......

Jiang Xianhai couldn't help but say: "When the Buddha singing reaches its climax, it will turn into the roar of the demon god, wait and see......"

Jing Yao said angrily: "Shut up." ”

Jiang Xianhai said aggrievedly: "The old man kindly reminded me, I don't want you to sink into a nightmare that you can't extricate yourself from......"

Jing Yao snorted angrily

A Buddha emperor who gave up his life to stick to his heart won her respect, perhaps the Buddha singing is the last good thought of the Buddha emperor, which cannot be blasphemed......

Although he was reluctant to admit it, the choice of the first Buddha Emperor must have influenced later generations of Buddhist disciples.

A bright sect has become a place to hide filth and dirt, and Jing Yao can't tell what mood he is feeling at this time.

......

The old man made the final ritual for the Buddha Emperor, and dispatched thirteen demon cultivators who crossed the Tribulation Realm to personally bless and baptize the Buddha Emperor.

From the perspective of the specifications of the immortal cultivation world, this is a grand ceremony, perhaps because of the status of the Buddha Emperor, or because of the talent of the Buddha Emperor, it has won the attention of the upper echelons of the Demon Realm.

In addition to the thirteen demon cultivators who crossed the Tribulation Realm, there were also hundreds of masters of the Mahayana Realm who assisted them.

Jing Yao and the others in the soul form also felt suffocated when they breathed, the immortal cultivation world 100,000 years ago was really an era of heroes and powers......

Hundreds of Mahayana realm monks, what kind of concept is that? When these people join forces, I am afraid that the sky will tremble, and even the immortals will avoid their sharpness.

A group of demon cultivators performed an ancient prayer, and the power of hundreds of stars fell from the sky, all of which were surging black and smooth without exception.

Under the witness of Jing Yao and others.

The brilliance of these pitch-black stars was sprinkled on the frozen Buddha Emperor.

The Buddha Emperor couldn't help but let out an earth-shattering howl, and his facial expression was extremely hideous.

The splatters of blood spurted out, melting the ice, and the flesh quickly withered and scorched black, revealing the white bones, which continued to bear the baptism of black light, writhing and rolling on the ground, making a silent sound.

Everyone looked at each other.

I only felt a chill in my heart, and the cruel criminal law of the immortal cultivation world was nothing more than this.

The life in the mouth of the old man in the demon realm is worse than death, it turned out to be a foreshadowing for the present moment, but it is difficult to describe what is happening in front of him if life is worse than death.

The Buddha Emperor completely lost his voice.

He slammed his skull against the ground, and even if he stripped his flesh, the light of the dark stars still dealt him fatal damage, and his upper and lower jaws collided together, and if he could still release his scream, he would not be able to endure it anymore.