Monk Xuanting put the dark cassock on himself and rushed towards the place in hell where the black light soared into the sky. The countless demons and monsters in hell had already gathered around him, but when they saw the dark cassock, they were all trembling with fear. They didn't even dare to run away. They all knelt on the ground and knelt down.
Brother Yatuo Ang was furious: "Then let's all die!"
Monk Xuanting gritted his teeth, his eyes full of unyielding: "He didn't come here to kill people in hell. He came because he felt guilty for deceiving the monkey, but faced the wall in Buddhism but became increasingly painful. In the end, he did He made a decision and gave Monkey the Ten Thousand Years Golden Pill from Daleichi Temple to Jialou Huowu. He hoped that Jialou Huowu would find Monkey and return the elixir, but he didn't expect that Jialou Huowu would be deceived by you. Oh... Only if you bring the monkey's golden elixir can you have a clone that will lead you to immortality in hell. Without the monkey's golden elixir, you are nothing."
Monk Qingcang raised his head, looked into Brother Yatuo's eyes and said word by word: "What I said is, you go to hell... I have been trapped in hell for ten thousand years, but I am still sane. That's because I am obsessed with it. Remember, what belongs to the monkey is his, and no one can take it away. Even if my body is broken and my soul is weak, I still don’t give up this obsession. I will return all the gold elixirs.”
At this time, Monk Qingcang suddenly grabbed Monk Xuanting's hand: "You are not me. When you were a child, you came to the place where I faced the wall to be inspired by me. It was just my sad emotion. You should have your own destiny, not bear it. Move forward with my sins and leave with the golden elixir."
Brother Yatuo Ang was furious: "Then let's all die!"
With a pop, all the mummies hanging on the tree opened their eyes at the same time. Especially the mummified monk, two black lights shot out from his eyes and headed straight for Xuanting. Xuanting drew a circle with his left hand in front of him, and a golden swastika appeared, forming a shield of Buddha's light. Two black lights shot at the Buddha's Light Shield, and Xuanting's body involuntarily stepped back.
Behind the main hall is a piece of dead wood, which has obviously been dead for many years. These trees were so dry that it looked like the claws of something terrible were stiffened there, as if they could turn into some monster and pounce at any time.
Monk Xuanting didn't even look at these things and increased his speed to the extreme. He knows what An Zheng and the others are facing in the human world, and he knows the strength of Yatuo Angge very well. Even his master, the Great Master, was unwilling to face Yatuo Angge face to face. After all, he was a real immortal body. If there were no relics given to him by the Buddha, if there was no dark cassock, and if the plan was not so thorough and careful, he would not be willing to let An Zheng and the others take risks.
With a pop, all the mummies hanging on the tree opened their eyes at the same time. Especially the mummified monk, two black lights shot out from his eyes and headed straight for Xuanting. Xuanting drew a circle with his left hand in front of him, and a golden swastika appeared, forming a shield of Buddha's light. Two black lights shot at the Buddha's Light Shield, and Xuanting's body involuntarily stepped back.
puff!
He didn't dare to delay for a second, lest anything happen to An Zheng and them.
Qing Cang, who was kneeling on the ground with his hands clasped together, exuded bursts of holy light.
The shriveled monk fell from the tree and rushed towards Xuanting with quick and fierce movements.
Behind the main hall is a piece of dead wood, which has obviously been dead for many years. These trees were so dry that it looked like the claws of something terrible were stiffened there, as if they could turn into some monster and pounce at any time.
Monk Xuanting put the dark cassock on himself and rushed towards the place in hell where the black light soared into the sky. The countless demons and monsters in hell had already gathered around him, but when they saw the dark cassock, they were all trembling with fear. They didn't even dare to run away. They all knelt on the ground and knelt down.
"It's him who matters."
The power of hell exploded in his belly, and the golden elixir rolled out of his broken body. The monk's head dropped suddenly and never opened again.
In front is an abandoned and gloomy hall, the windows and doors are dilapidated. There are bones everywhere on the ground, and no one knows what happened here. Those white bones had weathered, and Monk Xuanting just passed by them like wind, and those white bones immediately turned into powder.
Brother Yatuo Ang stretched out his arms fiercely: "I am the only one in heaven and earth, why do you kill me?"
"Do you think it's incredible?"
Brother Yatuo Ang pointed at Xuanting: "Qing Cang, kill him."
boom!
Xuanting said loudly: "Don't think that if you hang a corpse here, I will believe you. I am not interested in listening to your story."
There was a thick layer of dust on the ground, and it felt like stepping on a carpet. The hall was empty, with many fallen stone statues surrounding it. Monk Xuanting noticed that to the north of the main hall was a black jade throne with some scriptures carved on it. A corner of the throne has collapsed, as if someone had blasted it away with the power of cultivation. On the ground next to the ink jade throne, you can still vaguely see some blood stains.
puff!
Monk Xuanting didn't even look at these things and increased his speed to the extreme. He knows what An Zheng and the others are facing in the human world, and he knows the strength of Yatuo Angge very well. Even his master, the Great Master, was unwilling to face Yatuo Angge face to face. After all, he was a real immortal body. If there were no relics given to him by the Buddha, if there was no dark cassock, and if the plan was not so thorough and careful, he would not be willing to let An Zheng and the others take risks.
Suddenly there was a muffled sound, and Brother Yatuo's words stopped abruptly. He looked down in disbelief and found that there was an extra arm on his heart. Monk Qingcang's hand had completely inserted into his heart, and the finger had pierced his heart.
After saying this, Monk Qingcang suddenly opened his mouth and swallowed the golden elixir. Then he gave Xuanting's blood and cultivation power that he had previously sucked away from Xuanting's hand. go back.
Xuanting said loudly: "Don't think that if you hang a corpse here, I will believe you. I am not interested in listening to your story."
The power of hell exploded in his belly, and the golden elixir rolled out of his broken body. The monk's head dropped suddenly and never opened again.
Qing Cang, who was kneeling on the ground with his hands clasped together, exuded bursts of holy light.
Black light appeared behind the hall, and Monk Xuanting jumped out from the gap in the ruined wall. His snow-like white monk clothes and black cassock gave him an indescribable elegance.
The power of hell exploded in his belly, and the golden elixir rolled out of his broken body. The monk's head dropped suddenly and never opened again.
The shriveled monk fell from the tree and rushed towards Xuanting with quick and fierce movements.
Brother Yatuo Ang sat there and smiled very happily: "You all think you have found my flaw, but who knows my flaw best in this world? Of course it can only be me. Since I know what my flaw is, How could he not make any arrangements? When the Buddha cloned himself into the hell, he transformed into King Tripitaka and wiped out the entire hell. The once unscrupulous kings of the Eighth Hell were vulnerable to him, but he himself was infected by evil... This Qing. Monk Cang is his most proud disciple, and he understands this disciple. Monk Qingcang had too much resentment in his heart, and was actually inspired by King Tripitaka to go to hell. The story about him facing the wall and dying in the Buddhist sect is just a story. ”
Behind the main hall is a piece of dead wood, which has obviously been dead for many years. These trees were so dry that it looked like the claws of something terrible were stiffened there, as if they could turn into some monster and pounce at any time.
Brother Yatuo Ang stretched out his arms fiercely: "I am the only one in heaven and earth, why do you kill me?"
"Hahahahahaha..."
He rushed forward and formed a seal with one hand, and a huge white lotus appeared. Then the petals broke open and spun towards Yatuo Ange. Brother Yatuo Ang clasped his hands together and leaned slightly: "Please protect me and kill the human madmen who enter the hell without permission."
With a pop, the palm of the mummified monk pierced Monk Xuanting's heart, and almost one-third of his five fingers were inserted. But at this moment, an incredible scene happened. The blood began to quickly integrate into the body of the mummy along the fingers of the mummy, and the mummy actually recovered at a speed visible to the naked eye. At this time, Monk Xuanting's physical body shriveled up at an extremely fast speed.
He moved forward quickly and saw a large suffocating tree through half the forest. All the surrounding trees have been dead for who knows how long, but this tree is still lush and green. It's just that the leaves, branches, and trunks are all dark green to almost black in color. The most terrifying thing is that there are many mummies hanging on the branches of this big tree, swaying gently in the wind like hanged people.
"he comes… "
At the moment when monk Xuanting was about to take action, Brother Yatuo suddenly opened his eyes and grinned at Xuanting: "I expected you to come. You are already sick. You are so sick that I thought Other people's past is your own, and other people's debts are yours... You think this is your destiny, but in fact it is just a knot in your mind after hearing that story when you were young. From beginning to end, that person, that person. It has nothing to do with you."
Monk Qingcang raised his head, looked into Brother Yatuo's eyes and said word by word: "What I said is, you go to hell... I have been trapped in hell for ten thousand years, but I am still sane. That's because I am obsessed with it. Remember, what belongs to the monkey is his, and no one can take it away. Even if my body is broken and my soul is weak, I still don’t give up this obsession. I will return all the gold elixirs.”
There is a large tree hole in the middle of the big tree. In the tree hole, there is a man in black sitting cross-legged with his eyes closed. The black light shot straight into the sky from this person. Obviously this guy was the hell clone of Yato Ange.
Qing Cang, who was kneeling on the ground with his hands clasped together, exuded bursts of holy light.
There was a thick layer of dust on the ground, and it felt like stepping on a carpet. The hall was empty, with many fallen stone statues surrounding it. Monk Xuanting noticed that to the north of the main hall was a black jade throne with some scriptures carved on it. A corner of the throne has collapsed, as if someone had blasted it away with the power of cultivation. On the ground next to the ink jade throne, you can still vaguely see some blood stains.
At the moment when monk Xuanting was about to take action, Brother Yatuo suddenly opened his eyes and grinned at Xuanting: "I expected you to come. You are already sick. You are so sick that I thought Other people's past is your own, and other people's debts are yours... You think this is your destiny, but in fact it is just a knot in your mind after hearing that story when you were young. From beginning to end, that person, that person. It has nothing to do with you."
With a pop, the palm of the mummified monk pierced Monk Xuanting's heart, and almost one-third of his five fingers were inserted. But at this moment, an incredible scene happened. The blood began to quickly integrate into the body of the mummy along the fingers of the mummy, and the mummy actually recovered at a speed visible to the naked eye. At this time, Monk Xuanting's physical body shriveled up at an extremely fast speed.
Brother Yatuo Ang laughed so proudly: "You think that the entire Buddhist sect is dirty, but this person is clean, right? So since you were a child, you have thought that you are this person. But you never thought that this person People also have what you think is a dirty side. He is not a good person in hell, nor is he a holy monk. He is an out-and-out devil. When he was in hell, he was killing hell under King Dazo. One of the biggest helpers of the undead. He killed two of the lords of the Eighteen Underworlds with his own hands."
boom!
The shriveled monk fell from the tree and rushed towards Xuanting with quick and fierce movements.
He rushed forward and formed a seal with one hand, and a huge white lotus appeared. Then the petals broke open and spun towards Yatuo Ange. Brother Yatuo Ang clasped his hands together and leaned slightly: "Please protect me and kill the human madmen who enter the hell without permission."
"It's him who matters."
With a pop, all the mummies hanging on the tree opened their eyes at the same time. Especially the mummified monk, two black lights shot out from his eyes and headed straight for Xuanting. Xuanting drew a circle with his left hand in front of him, and a golden swastika appeared, forming a shield of Buddha's light. Two black lights shot at the Buddha's Light Shield, and Xuanting's body involuntarily stepped back.
[Treasure Sky]
"Hahahahahaha..."
Brother Yatuo Ang pointed at a mummy hanging on the big tree. The mummy slowly turned around, from facing Xuanting to facing Xuanting. When Xuanting saw the man's face, his whole body froze, as if all his life was suddenly taken away.
"It's him who matters."
The light on the golden elixir became more and more intense and was about to explode at any moment.
Qing Cang, who was kneeling on the ground with his hands clasped together, exuded bursts of holy light.
The shriveled monk fell from the tree and rushed towards Xuanting with quick and fierce movements.
Black light appeared behind the hall, and Monk Xuanting jumped out from the gap in the ruined wall. His snow-like white monk clothes and black cassock gave him an indescribable elegance.
"he comes… "
"Do you think it's incredible?"
puff!
"How can I dare to say that I am immortal if I am not fully prepared?"
Brother Yatuo Ang laughed so proudly: "You think that the entire Buddhist sect is dirty, but this person is clean, right? So since you were a child, you have thought that you are this person. But you never thought that this person People also have what you think is a dirty side. He is not a good person in hell, nor is he a holy monk. He is an out-and-out devil. When he was in hell, he was killing hell under King Dazo. One of the biggest helpers of the undead. He killed two of the lords of the Eighteen Underworlds with his own hands."
"It's him who matters."
Monk Xuanting endured great pain and bit his teeth until they bled: "You will not succeed, I will definitely kill you."
Brother Yatuo Ang pointed at a mummy hanging on the big tree. The mummy slowly turned around, from facing Xuanting to facing Xuanting. When Xuanting saw the man's face, his whole body froze, as if all his life was suddenly taken away.
Monk Xuanting endured great pain and bit his teeth until they bled: "You will not succeed, I will definitely kill you."
Brother Yatuo Ang pointed at Xuanting: "Qing Cang, kill him."
Brother Yatuo Ang laughed so proudly: "You think that the entire Buddhist sect is dirty, but this person is clean, right? So since you were a child, you have thought that you are this person. But you never thought that this person People also have what you think is a dirty side. He is not a good person in hell, nor is he a holy monk. He is an out-and-out devil. When he was in hell, he was killing hell under King Dazo. One of the biggest helpers of the undead. He killed two of the lords of the Eighteen Underworlds with his own hands."
Brother Yatuo Ang stretched out his arms fiercely: "I am the only one in heaven and earth, why do you kill me?"
"impossible!"
"Don't you all want to take away the golden elixir? Then I will let this golden elixir disappear with you today. Even if I destroy this clone in hell, I can still be immortal outside. And you, with That poor wish will stay in hell forever. Don’t you want to kill me? I’m here and we’ll be crushed together in hell!”
"Don't you all want to take away the golden elixir? Then I will let this golden elixir disappear with you today. Even if I destroy this clone in hell, I can still be immortal outside. And you, with That poor wish will stay in hell forever. Don’t you want to kill me? I’m here and we’ll be crushed together in hell!”
The power of hell exploded in his belly, and the golden elixir rolled out of his broken body. The monk's head dropped suddenly and never opened again.
Xuanting said loudly: "Don't think that if you hang a corpse here, I will believe you. I am not interested in listening to your story."
Brother Yatuo Ang laughed loudly: "So what if what you said is the truth? Jialou Huowu is a fool, and so are you, that dead monkey, and even more so Monk Qingcang. You guys always do what you want against your will. You are willing to do something, and then regret it and find a way to remedy it. It is best for people like you to cheat. This monk Qingcang knew that I defrauded Jialou Huowu of the golden elixir, and left the Leichi Temple to go to hell to find it. Come back, but you will be trapped in hell forever... Xuanting, the same goes for you. You hypocrites are all the same, but I know what I want and never hide it. Sooner or later, I will break the world. Leichi Temple, let the Buddha kneel at my feet and beg for mercy.”
Brother Yatuo Ang was furious: "Then let's all die!"
The light on the golden elixir became more and more intense and was about to explode at any moment.
He rushed forward and formed a seal with one hand, and a huge white lotus appeared. Then the petals broke open and spun towards Yatuo Ange. Brother Yatuo Ang clasped his hands together and leaned slightly: "Please protect me and kill the human madmen who enter the hell without permission."
"Do you think it's incredible?"
The light on the golden elixir became more and more intense and was about to explode at any moment.
"he comes… "
There was a thick layer of dust on the ground, and it felt like stepping on a carpet. The hall was empty, with many fallen stone statues surrounding it. Monk Xuanting noticed that to the north of the main hall was a black jade throne with some scriptures carved on it. A corner of the throne has collapsed, as if someone had blasted it away with the power of cultivation. On the ground next to the ink jade throne, you can still vaguely see some blood stains.
"It's him who matters."
At the moment when monk Xuanting was about to take action, Brother Yatuo suddenly opened his eyes and grinned at Xuanting: "I expected you to come. You are already sick. You are so sick that I thought Other people's past is your own, and other people's debts are yours... You think this is your destiny, but in fact it is just a knot in your mind after hearing that story when you were young. From beginning to end, that person, that person. It has nothing to do with you."
With a pop, all the mummies hanging on the tree opened their eyes at the same time. Especially the mummified monk, two black lights shot out from his eyes and headed straight for Xuanting. Xuanting drew a circle with his left hand in front of him, and a golden swastika appeared, forming a shield of Buddha's light. Two black lights shot at the Buddha's Light Shield, and Xuanting's body involuntarily stepped back.
Monk Qingcang had sucked most of Xuanting's blood at this time. It seemed that he had almost recovered, but Monk Xuanting looked like a mummy. Monk Qingcang lifted Xuanting and threw it towards Brother Yatuo Ang: "Go to hell."
After saying this, Monk Qingcang suddenly opened his mouth and swallowed the golden elixir. Then he gave Xuanting's blood and cultivation power that he had previously sucked away from Xuanting's hand. go back.
He moved forward quickly and saw a large suffocating tree through half the forest. All the surrounding trees have been dead for who knows how long, but this tree is still lush and green. It's just that the leaves, branches, and trunks are all dark green to almost black in color. The most terrifying thing is that there are many mummies hanging on the branches of this big tree, swaying gently in the wind like hanged people.
Monk Xuanting gritted his teeth, his eyes full of unyielding: "He didn't come here to kill people in hell. He came because he felt guilty for deceiving the monkey, but faced the wall in Buddhism but became increasingly painful. In the end, he did He made a decision and gave Monkey the Ten Thousand Years Golden Pill from Daleichi Temple to Jialou Huowu. He hoped that Jialou Huowu would find Monkey and return the elixir, but he didn't expect that Jialou Huowu would be deceived by you. Oh... Only if you bring the monkey's golden elixir can you have a clone that will lead you to immortality in hell. Without the monkey's golden elixir, you are nothing."
"How can I dare to say that I am immortal if I am not fully prepared?"
The shriveled monk fell from the tree and rushed towards Xuanting with quick and fierce movements.
There was a thick layer of dust on the ground, and it felt like stepping on a carpet. The hall was empty, with many fallen stone statues surrounding it. Monk Xuanting noticed that to the north of the main hall was a black jade throne with some scriptures carved on it. A corner of the throne has collapsed, as if someone had blasted it away with the power of cultivation. On the ground next to the ink jade throne, you can still vaguely see some blood stains.
Brother Yatuo Ang pointed at Xuanting: "Qing Cang, kill him."
"Do you think it's incredible?"
The power of hell exploded in his belly, and the golden elixir rolled out of his broken body. The monk's head dropped suddenly and never opened again.
Brother Yatuo Ang laughed loudly: "So what if what you said is the truth? Jialou Huowu is a fool, and so are you, that dead monkey, and even more so Monk Qingcang. You guys always do what you want against your will. You are willing to do something, and then regret it and find a way to remedy it. It is best for people like you to cheat. This monk Qingcang knew that I defrauded Jialou Huowu of the golden elixir, and left the Leichi Temple to go to hell to find it. Come back, but you will be trapped in hell forever... Xuanting, the same goes for you. You hypocrites are all the same, but I know what I want and never hide it. Sooner or later, I will break the world. Leichi Temple, let the Buddha kneel at my feet and beg for mercy.”
Qing Cang, who was kneeling on the ground with his hands clasped together, exuded bursts of holy light.
The shriveled monk fell from the tree and rushed towards Xuanting with quick and fierce movements.
Countless black swastikas fell from the sky, like countless corrupt petals. Those runes fixed Monk Xuanting there, and they were still corroding his cultivation power and body.
[Treasure Sky]
Brother Yatuo Ang was furious: "Then let's all die!"
Monk Xuanting endured great pain and bit his teeth until they bled: "You will not succeed, I will definitely kill you."
Monk Xuanting didn't even look at these things and increased his speed to the extreme. He knows what An Zheng and the others are facing in the human world, and he knows the strength of Yatuo Angge very well. Even his master, the Great Master, was unwilling to face Yatuo Angge face to face. After all, he was a real immortal body. If there were no relics given to him by the Buddha, if there was no dark cassock, and if the plan was not so thorough and careful, he would not be willing to let An Zheng and the others take risks.
Behind the main hall is a piece of dead wood, which has obviously been dead for many years. These trees were so dry that it looked like the claws of something terrible were stiffened there, as if they could turn into some monster and pounce at any time.
There was a thick layer of dust on the ground, and it felt like stepping on a carpet. The hall was empty, with many fallen stone statues surrounding it. Monk Xuanting noticed that to the north of the main hall was a black jade throne with some scriptures carved on it. A corner of the throne has collapsed, as if someone had blasted it away with the power of cultivation. On the ground next to the ink jade throne, you can still vaguely see some blood stains.
At the moment when monk Xuanting was about to take action, Brother Yatuo suddenly opened his eyes and grinned at Xuanting: "I expected you to come. You are already sick. You are so sick that I thought Other people's past is your own, and other people's debts are yours... You think this is your destiny, but in fact it is just a knot in your mind after hearing that story when you were young. From beginning to end, that person, that person. It has nothing to do with you."
[Treasure Sky]
Monk Xuanting gritted his teeth, his eyes full of unyielding: "He didn't come here to kill people in hell. He came because he felt guilty for deceiving the monkey, but faced the wall in Buddhism but became increasingly painful. In the end, he did He made a decision and gave Monkey the Ten Thousand Years Golden Pill from Daleichi Temple to Jialou Huowu. He hoped that Jialou Huowu would find Monkey and return the elixir, but he didn't expect that Jialou Huowu would be deceived by you. Oh... Only if you bring the monkey's golden elixir can you have a clone that will lead you to immortality in hell. Without the monkey's golden elixir, you are nothing."
"How can I dare to say that I am immortal if I am not fully prepared?"
"It's him who matters."
At the moment when monk Xuanting was about to take action, Brother Yatuo suddenly opened his eyes and grinned at Xuanting: "I expected you to come. You are already sick. You are so sick that I thought Other people's past is your own, and other people's debts are yours... You think this is your destiny, but in fact it is just a knot in your mind after hearing that story when you were young. From beginning to end, that person, that person. It has nothing to do with you."
"How can I dare to say that I am immortal if I am not fully prepared?"
"Don't you all want to take away the golden elixir? Then I will let this golden elixir disappear with you today. Even if I destroy this clone in hell, I can still be immortal outside. And you, with That poor wish will stay in hell forever. Don’t you want to kill me? I’m here and we’ll be crushed together in hell!”
He knelt on the ground with his hands clasped together, his face calm: "When you see the monkey, tell him for me that Qingcang's sins in that life will not be paid off in this life. If there is cause and effect, I will continue to pay him back in the next life. If he refuses, Forgive me, just set up a memorial tablet for me, and curse me to be tortured in hell day and night, and it will come true. Even if I endure all kinds of suffering in hell, I will not complain at all."
As the mummified monk uttered four words, Monk Xuanting felt that his body suddenly lost all abilities. He couldn't move or speak. He could only watch helplessly as the mummified monk rushed to him, and the ghost claws clawed straight at his heart.
Brother Yatuo Ang was furious: "Then let's all die!"
He didn't dare to delay for a second, lest anything happen to An Zheng and them.
He reached out and grabbed both Monk Qingcang and Monk Xuanting, and a black light began to erupt from their bodies. That was all the power of hell he had left. He opened his mouth and spit out a golden elixir, and the light on the golden elixir was already brilliant to the extreme.
Countless black swastikas fell from the sky, like countless corrupt petals. Those runes fixed Monk Xuanting there, and they were still corroding his cultivation power and body.
He didn't dare to delay for a second, lest anything happen to An Zheng and them.
"Do you think it's incredible?"
He didn't dare to delay for a second, lest anything happen to An Zheng and them.
Monk Xuanting endured great pain and bit his teeth until they bled: "You will not succeed, I will definitely kill you."
Brother Yatuo Ang laughed loudly: "So what if what you said is the truth? Jialou Huowu is a fool, and so are you, that dead monkey, and even more so Monk Qingcang. You guys always do what you want against your will. You are willing to do something, and then regret it and find a way to remedy it. It is best for people like you to cheat. This monk Qingcang knew that I defrauded Jialou Huowu of the golden elixir, and left the Leichi Temple to go to hell to find it. Come back, but you will be trapped in hell forever... Xuanting, the same goes for you. You hypocrites are all the same, but I know what I want and never hide it. Sooner or later, I will break the world. Leichi Temple, let the Buddha kneel at my feet and beg for mercy.”
Brother Yatuo Ang stretched out his hand and pinched Monk Xuanting's neck, with contempt in his eyes: "You feel that you were inspired by Monk Qingcang to exchange your own fate for his. You want to make up for Qingcang's fate." Everything... But you are not him after all. He is a poor guy, and you are even more pitiful. You don't even have your own destiny, only the feelings that make people look down on you... Don't you think you are an idiot."
At this time, Monk Qingcang suddenly grabbed Monk Xuanting's hand: "You are not me. When you were a child, you came to the place where I faced the wall to be inspired by me. It was just my sad emotion. You should have your own destiny, not bear it. Move forward with my sins and leave with the golden elixir."
Behind the main hall is a piece of dead wood, which has obviously been dead for many years. These trees were so dry that it looked like the claws of something terrible were stiffened there, as if they could turn into some monster and pounce at any time.
With a pop, the palm of the mummified monk pierced Monk Xuanting's heart, and almost one-third of his five fingers were inserted. But at this moment, an incredible scene happened. The blood began to quickly integrate into the body of the mummy along the fingers of the mummy, and the mummy actually recovered at a speed visible to the naked eye. At this time, Monk Xuanting's physical body shriveled up at an extremely fast speed.
Black light appeared behind the hall, and Monk Xuanting jumped out from the gap in the ruined wall. His snow-like white monk clothes and black cassock gave him an indescribable elegance.
He knelt on the ground with his hands clasped together, his face calm: "When you see the monkey, tell him for me that Qingcang's sins in that life will not be paid off in this life. If there is cause and effect, I will continue to pay him back in the next life. If he refuses, Forgive me, just set up a memorial tablet for me, and curse me to be tortured in hell day and night, and it will come true. Even if I endure all kinds of suffering in hell, I will not complain at all."
Monk Qingcang had sucked most of Xuanting's blood at this time. It seemed that he had almost recovered, but Monk Xuanting looked like a mummy. Monk Qingcang lifted Xuanting and threw it towards Brother Yatuo Ang: "Go to hell."
Monk Qingcang had sucked most of Xuanting's blood at this time. It seemed that he had almost recovered, but Monk Xuanting looked like a mummy. Monk Qingcang lifted Xuanting and threw it towards Brother Yatuo Ang: "Go to hell."
As the mummified monk uttered four words, Monk Xuanting felt that his body suddenly lost all abilities. He couldn't move or speak. He could only watch helplessly as the mummified monk rushed to him, and the ghost claws clawed straight at his heart.
Brother Yatuo Ang was furious: "Then let's all die!"
boom!
With a pop, all the mummies hanging on the tree opened their eyes at the same time. Especially the mummified monk, two black lights shot out from his eyes and headed straight for Xuanting. Xuanting drew a circle with his left hand in front of him, and a golden swastika appeared, forming a shield of Buddha's light. Two black lights shot at the Buddha's Light Shield, and Xuanting's body involuntarily stepped back.
"Hahahahahaha..."
Monk Qingcang had sucked most of Xuanting's blood at this time. It seemed that he had almost recovered, but Monk Xuanting looked like a mummy. Monk Qingcang lifted Xuanting and threw it towards Brother Yatuo Ang: "Go to hell."
puff!
Behind the main hall is a piece of dead wood, which has obviously been dead for many years. These trees were so dry that it looked like the claws of something terrible were stiffened there, as if they could turn into some monster and pounce at any time.
"It's him who matters."
Black light appeared behind the hall, and Monk Xuanting jumped out from the gap in the ruined wall. His snow-like white monk clothes and black cassock gave him an indescribable elegance.
Brother Yatuo Ang sat there and smiled very happily: "You all think you have found my flaw, but who knows my flaw best in this world? Of course it can only be me. Since I know what my flaw is, How could he not make any arrangements? When the Buddha cloned himself into the hell, he transformed into King Tripitaka and wiped out the entire hell. The once unscrupulous kings of the Eighth Hell were vulnerable to him, but he himself was infected by evil... This Qing. Monk Cang is his most proud disciple, and he understands this disciple. Monk Qingcang had too much resentment in his heart, and was actually inspired by King Tripitaka to go to hell. The story about him facing the wall and dying in the Buddhist sect is just a story. ”
Brother Yatuo Ang sat there and smiled very happily: "You all think you have found my flaw, but who knows my flaw best in this world? Of course it can only be me. Since I know what my flaw is, How could he not make any arrangements? When the Buddha cloned himself into the hell, he transformed into King Tripitaka and wiped out the entire hell. The once unscrupulous kings of the Eighth Hell were vulnerable to him, but he himself was infected by evil... This Qing. Monk Cang is his most proud disciple, and he understands this disciple. Monk Qingcang had too much resentment in his heart, and was actually inspired by King Tripitaka to go to hell. The story about him facing the wall and dying in the Buddhist sect is just a story. ”
Brother Yatuo Ang laughed loudly: "So what if what you said is the truth? Jialou Huowu is a fool, and so are you, that dead monkey, and even more so Monk Qingcang. You guys always do what you want against your will. You are willing to do something, and then regret it and find a way to remedy it. It is best for people like you to cheat. This monk Qingcang knew that I defrauded Jialou Huowu of the golden elixir, and left the Leichi Temple to go to hell to find it. Come back, but you will be trapped in hell forever... Xuanting, the same goes for you. You hypocrites are all the same, but I know what I want and never hide it. Sooner or later, I will break the world. Leichi Temple, let the Buddha kneel at my feet and beg for mercy.”
Monk Qingcang raised his head, looked into Brother Yatuo's eyes and said word by word: "What I said is, you go to hell... I have been trapped in hell for ten thousand years, but I am still sane. That's because I am obsessed with it. Remember, what belongs to the monkey is his, and no one can take it away. Even if my body is broken and my soul is weak, I still don’t give up this obsession. I will return all the gold elixirs.”
The power of hell exploded in his belly, and the golden elixir rolled out of his broken body. The monk's head dropped suddenly and never opened again.
With a pop, the palm of the mummified monk pierced Monk Xuanting's heart, and almost one-third of his five fingers were inserted. But at this moment, an incredible scene happened. The blood began to quickly integrate into the body of the mummy along the fingers of the mummy, and the mummy actually recovered at a speed visible to the naked eye. At this time, Monk Xuanting's physical body shriveled up at an extremely fast speed.
Monk Qingcang had sucked most of Xuanting's blood at this time. It seemed that he had almost recovered, but Monk Xuanting looked like a mummy. Monk Qingcang lifted Xuanting and threw it towards Brother Yatuo Ang: "Go to hell."
The power of hell exploded in his belly, and the golden elixir rolled out of his broken body. The monk's head dropped suddenly and never opened again.
Qing Cang, who was kneeling on the ground with his hands clasped together, exuded bursts of holy light.
"he comes… "
Brother Yatuo Ang stretched out his hand and pinched Monk Xuanting's neck, with contempt in his eyes: "You feel that you were inspired by Monk Qingcang to exchange your own fate for his. You want to make up for Qingcang's fate." Everything... But you are not him after all. He is a poor guy, and you are even more pitiful. You don't even have your own destiny, only the feelings that make people look down on you... Don't you think you are an idiot."
boom!
He rushed forward and formed a seal with one hand, and a huge white lotus appeared. Then the petals broke open and spun towards Yatuo Ange. Brother Yatuo Ang clasped his hands together and leaned slightly: "Please protect me and kill the human madmen who enter the hell without permission."
He moved forward quickly and saw a large suffocating tree through half the forest. All the surrounding trees have been dead for who knows how long, but this tree is still lush and green. It's just that the leaves, branches, and trunks are all dark green to almost black in color. The most terrifying thing is that there are many mummies hanging on the branches of this big tree, swaying gently in the wind like hanged people.
"How can I dare to say that I am immortal if I am not fully prepared?"
As the mummified monk uttered four words, Monk Xuanting felt that his body suddenly lost all abilities. He couldn't move or speak. He could only watch helplessly as the mummified monk rushed to him, and the ghost claws clawed straight at his heart.
Monk Xuanting gritted his teeth, his eyes full of unyielding: "He didn't come here to kill people in hell. He came because he felt guilty for deceiving the monkey, but faced the wall in Buddhism but became increasingly painful. In the end, he did He made a decision and gave Monkey the Ten Thousand Years Golden Pill from Daleichi Temple to Jialou Huowu. He hoped that Jialou Huowu would find Monkey and return the elixir, but he didn't expect that Jialou Huowu would be deceived by you. Oh... Only if you bring the monkey's golden elixir can you have a clone that will lead you to immortality in hell. Without the monkey's golden elixir, you are nothing."
Brother Yatuo Ang laughed loudly: "So what if what you said is the truth? Jialou Huowu is a fool, and so are you, that dead monkey, and even more so Monk Qingcang. You guys always do what you want against your will. You are willing to do something, and then regret it and find a way to remedy it. It is best for people like you to cheat. This monk Qingcang knew that I defrauded Jialou Huowu of the golden elixir, and left the Leichi Temple to go to hell to find it. Come back, but you will be trapped in hell forever... Xuanting, the same goes for you. You hypocrites are all the same, but I know what I want and never hide it. Sooner or later, I will break the world. Leichi Temple, let the Buddha kneel at my feet and beg for mercy.”
There was a thick layer of dust on the ground, and it felt like stepping on a carpet. The hall was empty, with many fallen stone statues surrounding it. Monk Xuanting noticed that to the north of the main hall was a black jade throne with some scriptures carved on it. A corner of the throne has collapsed, as if someone had blasted it away with the power of cultivation. On the ground next to the ink jade throne, you can still vaguely see some blood stains.
He didn't dare to delay for a second, lest anything happen to An Zheng and them.
Brother Yatuo Ang pointed at Xuanting: "Qing Cang, kill him."
Brother Yatuo Ang laughed loudly: "So what if what you said is the truth? Jialou Huowu is a fool, and so are you, that dead monkey, and even more so Monk Qingcang. You guys always do what you want against your will. You are willing to do something, and then regret it and find a way to remedy it. It is best for people like you to cheat. This monk Qingcang knew that I defrauded Jialou Huowu of the golden elixir, and left the Leichi Temple to go to hell to find it. Come back, but you will be trapped in hell forever... Xuanting, the same goes for you. You hypocrites are all the same, but I know what I want and never hide it. Sooner or later, I will break the world. Leichi Temple, let the Buddha kneel at my feet and beg for mercy.”
Monk Xuanting didn't even look at these things and increased his speed to the extreme. He knows what An Zheng and the others are facing in the human world, and he knows the strength of Yatuo Angge very well. Even his master, the Great Master, was unwilling to face Yatuo Angge face to face. After all, he was a real immortal body. If there were no relics given to him by the Buddha, if there was no dark cassock, and if the plan was not so thorough and careful, he would not be willing to let An Zheng and the others take risks.
Countless black swastikas fell from the sky, like countless corrupt petals. Those runes fixed Monk Xuanting there, and they were still corroding his cultivation power and body.
At the moment when monk Xuanting was about to take action, Brother Yatuo suddenly opened his eyes and grinned at Xuanting: "I expected you to come. You are already sick. You are so sick that I thought Other people's past is your own, and other people's debts are yours... You think this is your destiny, but in fact it is just a knot in your mind after hearing that story when you were young. From beginning to end, that person, that person. It has nothing to do with you."
Black light appeared behind the hall, and Monk Xuanting jumped out from the gap in the ruined wall. His snow-like white monk clothes and black cassock gave him an indescribable elegance.
With a pop, the palm of the mummified monk pierced Monk Xuanting's heart, and almost one-third of his five fingers were inserted. But at this moment, an incredible scene happened. The blood began to quickly integrate into the body of the mummy along the fingers of the mummy, and the mummy actually recovered at a speed visible to the naked eye. At this time, Monk Xuanting's physical body shriveled up at an extremely fast speed.
Xuanting said loudly: "Don't think that if you hang a corpse here, I will believe you. I am not interested in listening to your story."
Monk Xuanting endured great pain and bit his teeth until they bled: "You will not succeed, I will definitely kill you."
There is a large tree hole in the middle of the big tree. In the tree hole, there is a man in black sitting cross-legged with his eyes closed. The black light shot straight into the sky from this person. Obviously this guy was the hell clone of Yato Ange.
"How can I dare to say that I am immortal if I am not fully prepared?"
Brother Yatuo Ang stretched out his arms fiercely: "I am the only one in heaven and earth, why do you kill me?"
The power of hell exploded in his belly, and the golden elixir rolled out of his broken body. The monk's head dropped suddenly and never opened again.
Black light appeared behind the hall, and Monk Xuanting jumped out from the gap in the ruined wall. His snow-like white monk clothes and black cassock gave him an indescribable elegance.
Monk Qingcang had sucked most of Xuanting's blood at this time. It seemed that he had almost recovered, but Monk Xuanting looked like a mummy. Monk Qingcang lifted Xuanting and threw it towards Brother Yatuo Ang: "Go to hell."
After saying this, Monk Qingcang suddenly opened his mouth and swallowed the golden elixir. Then he gave Xuanting's blood and cultivation power that he had previously sucked away from Xuanting's hand. go back.
Brother Yatuo Ang stretched out his arms fiercely: "I am the only one in heaven and earth, why do you kill me?"
Monk Xuanting didn't even look at these things and increased his speed to the extreme. He knows what An Zheng and the others are facing in the human world, and he knows the strength of Yatuo Angge very well. Even his master, the Great Master, was unwilling to face Yatuo Angge face to face. After all, he was a real immortal body. If there were no relics given to him by the Buddha, if there was no dark cassock, and if the plan was not so thorough and careful, he would not be willing to let An Zheng and the others take risks.
The light on the golden elixir became more and more intense and was about to explode at any moment.
Brother Yatuo Ang stretched out his hand and pinched Monk Xuanting's neck, with contempt in his eyes: "You feel that you were inspired by Monk Qingcang to exchange your own fate for his. You want to make up for Qingcang's fate." Everything... But you are not him after all. He is a poor guy, and you are even more pitiful. You don't even have your own destiny, only the feelings that make people look down on you... Don't you think you are an idiot."
Brother Yatuo Ang laughed loudly: "So what if what you said is the truth? Jialou Huowu is a fool, and so are you, that dead monkey, and even more so Monk Qingcang. You guys always do what you want against your will. You are willing to do something, and then regret it and find a way to remedy it. It is best for people like you to cheat. This monk Qingcang knew that I defrauded Jialou Huowu of the golden elixir, and left the Leichi Temple to go to hell to find it. Come back, but you will be trapped in hell forever... Xuanting, the same goes for you. You hypocrites are all the same, but I know what I want and never hide it. Sooner or later, I will break the world. Leichi Temple, let the Buddha kneel at my feet and beg for mercy.”
Monk Xuanting put the dark cassock on himself and rushed towards the place in hell where the black light soared into the sky. The countless demons and monsters in hell had already gathered around him, but when they saw the dark cassock, they were all trembling with fear. They didn't even dare to run away. They all knelt on the ground and knelt down.
As the mummified monk uttered four words, Monk Xuanting felt that his body suddenly lost all abilities. He couldn't move or speak. He could only watch helplessly as the mummified monk rushed to him, and the ghost claws clawed straight at his heart.
"Hahahahahaha..."
puff!
"How can I dare to say that I am immortal if I am not fully prepared?"
"he comes… "
In front is an abandoned and gloomy hall, the windows and doors are dilapidated. There are bones everywhere on the ground, and no one knows what happened here. Those white bones had weathered, and Monk Xuanting just passed by them like wind, and those white bones immediately turned into powder.
As the mummified monk uttered four words, Monk Xuanting felt that his body suddenly lost all abilities. He couldn't move or speak. He could only watch helplessly as the mummified monk rushed to him, and the ghost claws clawed straight at his heart.
After saying this, Monk Qingcang suddenly opened his mouth and swallowed the golden elixir. Then he gave Xuanting's blood and cultivation power that he had previously sucked away from Xuanting's hand. go back.
Qing Cang, who was kneeling on the ground with his hands clasped together, exuded bursts of holy light.
"It's him who matters."
"Do you think it's incredible?"
Suddenly there was a muffled sound, and Brother Yatuo's words stopped abruptly. He looked down in disbelief and found that there was an extra arm on his heart. Monk Qingcang's hand had completely inserted into his heart, and the finger had pierced his heart.
He didn't dare to delay for a second, lest anything happen to An Zheng and them.
Brother Yatuo Ang sat there and smiled very happily: "You all think you have found my flaw, but who knows my flaw best in this world? Of course it can only be me. Since I know what my flaw is, How could he not make any arrangements? When the Buddha cloned himself into the hell, he transformed into King Tripitaka and wiped out the entire hell. The once unscrupulous kings of the Eighth Hell were vulnerable to him, but he himself was infected by evil... This Qing. Monk Cang is his most proud disciple, and he understands this disciple. Monk Qingcang had too much resentment in his heart, and was actually inspired by King Tripitaka to go to hell. The story about him facing the wall and dying in the Buddhist sect is just a story. ”
"Hahahahahaha..."
At the moment when monk Xuanting was about to take action, Brother Yatuo suddenly opened his eyes and grinned at Xuanting: "I expected you to come. You are already sick. You are so sick that I thought Other people's past is your own, and other people's debts are yours... You think this is your destiny, but in fact it is just a knot in your mind after hearing that story when you were young. From beginning to end, that person, that person. It has nothing to do with you."
Monk Qingcang raised his head, looked into Brother Yatuo's eyes and said word by word: "What I said is, you go to hell... I have been trapped in hell for ten thousand years, but I am still sane. That's because I am obsessed with it. Remember, what belongs to the monkey is his, and no one can take it away. Even if my body is broken and my soul is weak, I still don’t give up this obsession. I will return all the gold elixirs.”
He moved forward quickly and saw a large suffocating tree through half the forest. All the surrounding trees have been dead for who knows how long, but this tree is still lush and green. It's just that the leaves, branches, and trunks are all dark green to almost black in color. The most terrifying thing is that there are many mummies hanging on the branches of this big tree, swaying gently in the wind like hanged people.
Brother Yatuo Ang pointed at Xuanting: "Qing Cang, kill him."
"Do you think it's incredible?"
Brother Yatuo Ang sat there and smiled very happily: "You all think you have found my flaw, but who knows my flaw best in this world? Of course it can only be me. Since I know what my flaw is, How could he not make any arrangements? When the Buddha cloned himself into the hell, he transformed into King Tripitaka and wiped out the entire hell. The once unscrupulous kings of the Eighth Hell were vulnerable to him, but he himself was infected by evil... This Qing. Monk Cang is his most proud disciple, and he understands this disciple. Monk Qingcang had too much resentment in his heart, and was actually inspired by King Tripitaka to go to hell. The story about him facing the wall and dying in the Buddhist sect is just a story. ”
He reached out and grabbed both Monk Qingcang and Monk Xuanting, and a black light began to erupt from their bodies. That was all the power of hell he had left. He opened his mouth and spit out a golden elixir, and the light on the golden elixir was already brilliant to the extreme.
Brother Yatuo Ang was furious: "Then let's all die!"
At the moment when monk Xuanting was about to take action, Brother Yatuo suddenly opened his eyes and grinned at Xuanting: "I expected you to come. You are already sick. You are so sick that I thought Other people's past is your own, and other people's debts are yours... You think this is your destiny, but in fact it is just a knot in your mind after hearing that story when you were young. From beginning to end, that person, that person. It has nothing to do with you."
"How can I dare to say that I am immortal if I am not fully prepared?"
Monk Xuanting put the dark cassock on himself and rushed towards the place in hell where the black light soared into the sky. The countless demons and monsters in hell had already gathered around him, but when they saw the dark cassock, they were all trembling with fear. They didn't even dare to run away. They all knelt on the ground and knelt down.
As the mummified monk uttered four words, Monk Xuanting felt that his body suddenly lost all abilities. He couldn't move or speak. He could only watch helplessly as the mummified monk rushed to him, and the ghost claws clawed straight at his heart.
Brother Yatuo Ang was furious: "Then let's all die!"
He reached out and grabbed both Monk Qingcang and Monk Xuanting, and a black light began to erupt from their bodies. That was all the power of hell he had left. He opened his mouth and spit out a golden elixir, and the light on the golden elixir was already brilliant to the extreme.
Brother Yatuo Ang stretched out his hand and pinched Monk Xuanting's neck, with contempt in his eyes: "You feel that you were inspired by Monk Qingcang to exchange your own fate for his. You want to make up for Qingcang's fate." Everything... But you are not him after all. He is a poor guy, and you are even more pitiful. You don't even have your own destiny, only the feelings that make people look down on you... Don't you think you are an idiot."
Brother Yatuo Ang pointed at a mummy hanging on the big tree. The mummy slowly turned around, from facing Xuanting to facing Xuanting. When Xuanting saw the man's face, his whole body froze, as if all his life was suddenly taken away.
He reached out and grabbed both Monk Qingcang and Monk Xuanting, and a black light began to erupt from their bodies. That was all the power of hell he had left. He opened his mouth and spit out a golden elixir, and the light on the golden elixir was already brilliant to the extreme.
He rushed forward and formed a seal with one hand, and a huge white lotus appeared. Then the petals broke open and spun towards Yatuo Ange. Brother Yatuo Ang clasped his hands together and leaned slightly: "Please protect me and kill the human madmen who enter the hell without permission."
"he comes… "
Brother Yatuo Ang pointed at a mummy hanging on the big tree. The mummy slowly turned around, from facing Xuanting to facing Xuanting. When Xuanting saw the man's face, his whole body froze, as if all his life was suddenly taken away.
"impossible!"
"Don't you all want to take away the golden elixir? Then I will let this golden elixir disappear with you today. Even if I destroy this clone in hell, I can still be immortal outside. And you, with That poor wish will stay in hell forever. Don’t you want to kill me? I’m here and we’ll be crushed together in hell!”
Monk Xuanting put the dark cassock on himself and rushed towards the place in hell where the black light soared into the sky. The countless demons and monsters in hell had already gathered around him, but when they saw the dark cassock, they were all trembling with fear. They didn't even dare to run away. They all knelt on the ground and knelt down.
"Hahahahahaha..."
After saying this, Monk Qingcang suddenly opened his mouth and swallowed the golden elixir. Then he gave Xuanting's blood and cultivation power that he had previously sucked away from Xuanting's hand. go back.
In front is an abandoned and gloomy hall, the windows and doors are dilapidated. There are bones everywhere on the ground, and no one knows what happened here. Those white bones had weathered, and Monk Xuanting just passed by them like wind, and those white bones immediately turned into powder.
The light on the golden elixir became more and more intense and was about to explode at any moment.
puff!
With a pop, the palm of the mummified monk pierced Monk Xuanting's heart, and almost one-third of his five fingers were inserted. But at this moment, an incredible scene happened. The blood began to quickly integrate into the body of the mummy along the fingers of the mummy, and the mummy actually recovered at a speed visible to the naked eye. At this time, Monk Xuanting's physical body shriveled up at an extremely fast speed.
There is a large tree hole in the middle of the big tree. In the tree hole, there is a man in black sitting cross-legged with his eyes closed. The black light shot straight into the sky from this person. Obviously this guy was the hell clone of Yato Ange.
At this time, Monk Qingcang suddenly grabbed Monk Xuanting's hand: "You are not me. When you were a child, you came to the place where I faced the wall to be inspired by me. It was just my sad emotion. You should have your own destiny, not bear it. Move forward with my sins and leave with the golden elixir."
He rushed forward and formed a seal with one hand, and a huge white lotus appeared. Then the petals broke open and spun towards Yatuo Ange. Brother Yatuo Ang clasped his hands together and leaned slightly: "Please protect me and kill the human madmen who enter the hell without permission."
Black light appeared behind the hall, and Monk Xuanting jumped out from the gap in the ruined wall. His snow-like white monk clothes and black cassock gave him an indescribable elegance.
After saying this, Monk Qingcang suddenly opened his mouth and swallowed the golden elixir. Then he gave Xuanting's blood and cultivation power that he had previously sucked away from Xuanting's hand. go back.
He moved forward quickly and saw a large suffocating tree through half the forest. All the surrounding trees have been dead for who knows how long, but this tree is still lush and green. It's just that the leaves, branches, and trunks are all dark green to almost black in color. The most terrifying thing is that there are many mummies hanging on the branches of this big tree, swaying gently in the wind like hanged people.
He rushed forward and formed a seal with one hand, and a huge white lotus appeared. Then the petals broke open and spun towards Yatuo Ange. Brother Yatuo Ang clasped his hands together and leaned slightly: "Please protect me and kill the human madmen who enter the hell without permission."
puff!
"How can I dare to say that I am immortal if I am not fully prepared?"
Brother Yatuo Ang was furious: "Then let's all die!"
Qing Cang, who was kneeling on the ground with his hands clasped together, exuded bursts of holy light.
Monk Xuanting gritted his teeth, his eyes full of unyielding: "He didn't come here to kill people in hell. He came because he felt guilty for deceiving the monkey, but faced the wall in Buddhism but became increasingly painful. In the end, he did He made a decision and gave Monkey the Ten Thousand Years Golden Pill from Daleichi Temple to Jialou Huowu. He hoped that Jialou Huowu would find Monkey and return the elixir, but he didn't expect that Jialou Huowu would be deceived by you. Oh... Only if you bring the monkey's golden elixir can you have a clone that will lead you to immortality in hell. Without the monkey's golden elixir, you are nothing."
At the moment when monk Xuanting was about to take action, Brother Yatuo suddenly opened his eyes and grinned at Xuanting: "I expected you to come. You are already sick. You are so sick that I thought Other people's past is your own, and other people's debts are yours... You think this is your destiny, but in fact it is just a knot in your mind after hearing that story when you were young. From beginning to end, that person, that person. It has nothing to do with you."
He knelt on the ground with his hands clasped together, his face calm: "When you see the monkey, tell him for me that Qingcang's sins in that life will not be paid off in this life. If there is cause and effect, I will continue to pay him back in the next life. If he refuses, Forgive me, just set up a memorial tablet for me, and curse me to be tortured in hell day and night, and it will come true. Even if I endure all kinds of suffering in hell, I will not complain at all."
He reached out and grabbed both Monk Qingcang and Monk Xuanting, and a black light began to erupt from their bodies. That was all the power of hell he had left. He opened his mouth and spit out a golden elixir, and the light on the golden elixir was already brilliant to the extreme.
The shriveled monk fell from the tree and rushed towards Xuanting with quick and fierce movements.
Brother Yatuo Ang pointed at Xuanting: "Qing Cang, kill him."
He rushed forward and formed a seal with one hand, and a huge white lotus appeared. Then the petals broke open and spun towards Yatuo Ange. Brother Yatuo Ang clasped his hands together and leaned slightly: "Please protect me and kill the human madmen who enter the hell without permission."
After saying this, Monk Qingcang suddenly opened his mouth and swallowed the golden elixir. Then he gave Xuanting's blood and cultivation power that he had previously sucked away from Xuanting's hand. go back.
He didn't dare to delay for a second, lest anything happen to An Zheng and them.
boom!
Monk Xuanting put the dark cassock on himself and rushed towards the place in hell where the black light soared into the sky. The countless demons and monsters in hell had already gathered around him, but when they saw the dark cassock, they were all trembling with fear. They didn't even dare to run away. They all knelt on the ground and knelt down.
Qing Cang, who was kneeling on the ground with his hands clasped together, exuded bursts of holy light.
Monk Qingcang raised his head, looked into Brother Yatuo's eyes and said word by word: "What I said is, you go to hell... I have been trapped in hell for ten thousand years, but I am still sane. That's because I am obsessed with it. Remember, what belongs to the monkey is his, and no one can take it away. Even if my body is broken and my soul is weak, I still don’t give up this obsession. I will return all the gold elixirs.”
"How can I dare to say that I am immortal if I am not fully prepared?"
He didn't dare to delay for a second, lest anything happen to An Zheng and them.
He rushed forward and formed a seal with one hand, and a huge white lotus appeared. Then the petals broke open and spun towards Yatuo Ange. Brother Yatuo Ang clasped his hands together and leaned slightly: "Please protect me and kill the human madmen who enter the hell without permission."
Qing Cang, who was kneeling on the ground with his hands clasped together, exuded bursts of holy light.
The power of hell exploded in his belly, and the golden elixir rolled out of his broken body. The monk's head dropped suddenly and never opened again.
The power of hell exploded in his belly, and the golden elixir rolled out of his broken body. The monk's head dropped suddenly and never opened again.
boom!
Countless black swastikas fell from the sky, like countless corrupt petals. Those runes fixed Monk Xuanting there, and they were still corroding his cultivation power and body.
The shriveled monk fell from the tree and rushed towards Xuanting with quick and fierce movements.
The power of hell exploded in his belly, and the golden elixir rolled out of his broken body. The monk's head dropped suddenly and never opened again.
Black light appeared behind the hall, and Monk Xuanting jumped out from the gap in the ruined wall. His snow-like white monk clothes and black cassock gave him an indescribable elegance.
At the moment when monk Xuanting was about to take action, Brother Yatuo suddenly opened his eyes and grinned at Xuanting: "I expected you to come. You are already sick. You are so sick that I thought Other people's past is your own, and other people's debts are yours... You think this is your destiny, but in fact it is just a knot in your mind after hearing that story when you were young. From beginning to end, that person, that person. It has nothing to do with you."
Black light appeared behind the hall, and Monk Xuanting jumped out from the gap in the ruined wall. His snow-like white monk clothes and black cassock gave him an indescribable elegance.
Brother Yatuo Ang pointed at a mummy hanging on the big tree. The mummy slowly turned around, from facing Xuanting to facing Xuanting. When Xuanting saw the man's face, his whole body froze, as if all his life was suddenly taken away.
Monk Qingcang had sucked most of Xuanting's blood at this time. It seemed that he had almost recovered, but Monk Xuanting looked like a mummy. Monk Qingcang lifted Xuanting and threw it towards Brother Yatuo Ang: "Go to hell."