Chapter 2197

The black air around gathered towards the mysterious fragments.

It began to absorb the evil spirits around it again.

After it's absorbed.

Brush and drill back into the Yangxu gas sea.

Yangxu laughed angrily:

"You are very self-conscious. When I don't solve all the enemies, you don't come out. When I get everything done, you jump out and pick up a bargain."

Why does Yangxu think this fragment is so treacherous?

"There is no evil in this seat. Let's go to the next seat."

Yangxu is familiar with the way, urging the more and more skilled magic power of "between virtual and real".

Have to say.

After receiving the systematic reward of space.

Yang Xu's understanding of the law of space has suddenly reached a whole level.

Together, use the magic power of "between emptiness and reality".

It's more and more handy.

Wow.

He took Xiaobai and Xiaoqing and appeared in a devastated place.

This is a huge plane.

It has a vast territory, and the area is not under the fireknife hell.

However.

There are a wide range of battle traces, crumbling mountains, ashes of the jungle and so on.

All remind Yangxu that there was a big war here.

The war affected the whole plane.

"What the hell happened here?"

Yang Xu is curious.

"Hey, debris, come out to absorb the evil spirit."

He summoned mysterious fragments.

Brush.

Mysterious fragments came out of the air sea.

Contrary to Yangxu's expectation, this time, it did not absorb evil Qi and residual soul.

I don't know if it's because it absorbs more remnant souls.

On the palm sized gray fragment, there is a strange and twisted black rune.

Hum.

In Yang Xu's curious eyes, the black Rune on the mysterious fragment lit up slightly:

Whoosh!

A cloud of black gas rushed out of the debris.

Then, it flies over the whole plane at an amazing speed.

Dayton time.

Yangxu saw an amazing scene:

On the ground of the whole seat, there were numerous evil bodies one after another.

Their deaths are diverse and strange.

But the bodies were all shining with a faint black light.

It shows that this is a mysterious fragment simulated by evil spirits.

Their real bodies.

It should have been purified and disappeared.

"Is it a Sanskrit?"

Yangxu remembered the sentence he shouted when the bear demon appeared before:

"Did the great power of the Vatican come to this hell and purify all the demons here?"

what the hell.

Is there anyone more crazy than yourself?

Is it also for brush monster upgrade?

Right now.

Xiaoqing suddenly scolded:

"Master! Someone!"

"Look there!"

She pointed in a distant direction.

Far away, there is a faint golden light, flickering slightly and undetectably.

Yang Xu's eyes flickered, "be careful."

He unfolded the magic of speed and quickly approached the other side.

Before we get close to the golden light.

He felt a familiar breath wave:

"It's really a Sanskrit."

This person's breath is very similar to that of qibaomiao tree.

It's just.

The breath is very weak.

Weak to Yang Xu's strong perception, they almost ignored his existence.

"That is!"

Yang Xu's pupil suddenly shrinks when he approaches the other party:

A little monk who looked only seven or eight years old sat there with a pale face.

He wore a shabby cassock with dim light.

The broken cassock was covered with black or green evil blood.

He fell and sat down. If the breath of life was like a candle in the wind, it was obvious that his life would soon die.

And in the middle of the little monk's eyebrows.

But a golden gem the size of a pigeon egg is suspended.

It was also it that made Yang Xu's face change:

"It's a relic! And it's the purest gold relic in the relic!"

The mysterious Buddha's head is hidden in the middle of Yangxu's eyebrows.

The Buddha's head, eyebrow and heart were fused with a relic.

"The little monk is so young that he has a golden relic to protect his body and a cassock. He is definitely an eminent monk with extraordinary status."

"But why is he here?"

Is it really to purify the evil here?

Yang Xu thought of the allusion that "hell is not empty and vows not to become a Buddha".

"Ah, master, why is this little brother dying?"

Xiaobai approached the little monk with a trace of concern on his face.

"Eh, Xiaobai, didn't his breath make you uncomfortable?"

Yang Xu asked.

"No."

Little white way.

Yangxu looked at Xiaoqing again in wonder.

Xiaoqing also shook her head:

"His breath resists me, but it doesn't make me feel uncomfortable. By the way, master, we won't feel uncomfortable when you play the fist of light."

"Yes, I'm curious."

Xiaobai knows it later.

Brush.

As soon as Yang Xu turned his hand, the Qibao wonderful tree appeared.

It blooms in seven colors, with characters swirling and rotating, and Sanskrit light scattered.

The relic hanging in the middle of the little monk's eyebrows shines with each other.

"Brush."

The rising sun stimulates energy and makes the seven treasures wonderful tree shine.

Then, brush the little monk:

Hum.

A pure Vatican energy suddenly turned into a seven color waterfall and poured into the little monk's body.

Suddenly.

His pale face turned a little ruddy.

The breath that is like a candle in the wind and will burst at any time also has a little more vitality.

When he opened his eyes.

That pair of smart and compassionate eyes made Yang Xu's heart move:

"Little master, why are you here? What happened here?"

"Amitabha, thank you for your help, benefactor. But I consumed all my mind and cultivation and killed 39 million demons here. The oil is exhausted and the lamp is dry. I can't return to heaven."

"Compared with the ancestors who swore not to become Buddha in hell, the little monk still lacked a trace of wisdom and could not understand nirvana."

Said the little monk.

The breath on the body became weaker and weaker.

Xiaobai was beside him and couldn't help but pull the corner of Yangxu's clothes.

Yang Xu looked at the little monk and felt a slight movement:

"Penetrate Nirvana?"

Is it to understand Buddhism?

"Bodhi has no trees, and the mirror is not a platform. There is nothing. Where is the dust?"

Yang Xu tried and said this Buddhist sutra, which was very famous in previous lives and was quoted by countless walkers to pretend to be forced.

Sure enough.

The little monk was attracted and tried to open his eyes.

But there was no brilliance in his eyes.

Yangxu frowned:

"Doesn't work?"

He tried to say again:

"The body is a bodhi tree, and the heart is like a mirror. Wipe it frequently from time to time, and don't make it stained with dust."

Once you say that.

The little monk didn't respond at all.

Yangxu sighed disappointed.

Right now.

Buzz!

In the middle of the little monk's eyebrows, the suspended relic suddenly shines brightly.

It turned into golden water, constantly flowing and deformed into a zigzag shape, and integrated into the little monk's eyebrows.

"The body is a bodhi tree, and the heart is like a mirror. Wipe it frequently from time to time. Don't make it stained with dust... Don't make it stained with dust."

"Benefactor, the little monk is smart and beautiful. He has been taught!"