My Legend Still Exists in the Cultivation World

Jing Wu: "Amitabha, it turned out to be King Patriarch."

Jing Yue: "Have you returned to the Three Realms Temple?"

Jing Wu slowly shook his head, "Never."

Jing Yue is even more puzzled. Jingwu is no longer in the realm of Jindan. "Do you also need Tianyinguo?"

Jing Wu: "I have always been unstable after breeding the Dream Demon. Although Tian Yinguo is the most effective for Monk Jin Dan, it also has a certain effect on the Zifu period, but the effect is much worse. Now I have no other method, I will Try it. "

Jing Yue gave him a thoughtful look, and always felt that the matter was not simple.

Perhaps Jingwu also came for the secret of Sixiang Villa, but he did not want to say anything.

At this time, there were many people around Tianyinshu, Jing Yue roughly glanced, there were one or two monks of Jindan, and there were a few monks in Zifu, at least proof that Jingwu did not lie.

However, it may be because Tianyinguo is not too much treasure. Although everyone is a competitor, the atmosphere is quite happy.

After another half of Zhuxiang's time, a handsome monk in a red robe was gathered down by a group of disciples in Sixiang Mountain Village to the Tianyin Tree. He said a few nonsense, "Dear guests, I am four The head of Xiangshanzhuang Mo Qianyun, Tianyinguo has matured today. Next, it depends on who is associated with it. "

He made a gesture, and a disciple put down a futon outside ten feet of Tianyinshu, and the disciple said, "Please invite guests to attract Tianyinshu not to exceed the distance of the futon, otherwise it may disturb it."

If the Tianyin tree is disturbed, the Tianyin fruit will wither directly.

This has always been the case, and everyone has no objection.

Disciple: "Who wants to come first?"

A cheeky female Xiu took out a guqin, "let me try it."

She walked to the futon, sat down on her knees, put Guqin on her knees, and closed her eyes. After a moment, her fingertips were gently twisted and twisted, and the pleasant sound of the piano sounded.

Mo Qianyun in front of him showed a look of enjoyment, and Jing Yue stared at him in distraction, but did not feel any signs of practicing magic from him.

Jing Yue's eyes turned to Wei Zhentu, shaking his head slightly.

The latter frowned and did not speak.

Both of them were absent-minded, but many monks in the field were quite intoxicated. Someone beside them lowered their voices and said, "This is Qiqin Fairy. Her piano sound is very famous in our lower south state. It is said that the dead tree can produce flowers."

"It turned out to be her. I have heard that her piano is not only charming but also killing."

They only said a few words, and then calm down and appreciate.

It is a pity that Qiyin Fairy Qin Yin is so beautiful that Tianyin Flower has no meaning to bloom at all, and it is still tightly closed, enveloping the mature Tianyin Fruit.

The Qiqin Fairy is known to be hopeless. He sighed and stood up. "I missed this fruit, and I see you all."

"Then I'll try it."

The speaker is a big man with a round waist. He took out more than twenty instruments from the Qiankun bag and manipulated them with hands, feet, and feet.

But even Jing Yue, who is unfamiliar with the rhythm, knows that there is no drama in the Han Dynasty. Although his music is complex and orderly, it is far less impressive than the sound of Qiqin Fairy.

In the following, dozens of people tried it, all the instruments slipped, and even some people sang, but everyone returned without success.

Seeing that the sun was about to settle in the west, and Tianyinhua was slow to open, everyone was anxious, and even the music played by some people showed a bit of anxiety.

At this moment, Jing Wu took a step forward and said, "Let me calm down for you."

He walked slowly to the futon, seated in a robe, folded his hands together, and the Vatican sounded in his mouth.

The sound is just the simplest six-character mantra. It is uninterrupted, with its own rhythm, which gradually precipitates and slowly relaxes.

There was a lotus pond in front of everyone's eyes. The water was clear and the lotus was shining.

There is a lotus platform in the pool. A golden Buddha sits on the lotus platform, with one finger to the sky and one finger to the ground.

Suddenly, thousands of golden lights descended, and hundreds of Buddhas and hundreds of bodhisattvas were in the light, and all the five essences were empty, and all suffering was gone.

Everyone who hears the Sanskrit sounds feel that their desires are fading away, and their hearts are at ease and at ease.

Even Jing Yue half-closed her eyes and enjoyed this brief peace, while Lan Feng leaned in his arms obediently and fell into a deep sleep.

Suddenly, a sudden noise sounded.

"Thank you Master Jingwu, but Tian Yinguo did not respond, and the master will not help anymore."

The crowd suddenly woke up to God, Jing Yue looked up, and saw Mo Qianyun's face turned pale, as if he had been seriously injured, and looked particularly ugly. And some of his disciples were just like him.

Is it because of the Sanskrit of Jingwu?

Jing Yue's heart froze, and he was secretly alert.

Jing Wu was not angry, and he stood up and said, "Amitabha, I want to recruit the other bank, but I will not spend it."

His words were inexplicable, but Jing Yue saw a flash of panic in Mo Qianyun's eyes, and then he was replaced fiercely, but for a moment, he lost all emotions.

Jing Yue once again affirmed his own speculation. Jing Wu had something in his words just now, and it really had another purpose.

Since then, the atmosphere in the field has changed, and it was still agitated. At this time, everyone was safe, and some even laughed loudly: "I have a thin rhythm and I do n’t get the sound of the day, but it takes more time Why do we have to strive for stability? "

Saying nothing to Jingwu, he quit.

Jing Yue couldn't leave. He was so obsessed with Tian Yinguo, so hesitated a little, and got into a futon.

He didn't have a handy instrument, and he didn't sing in half, but he could say a few clappers, but the level ... I guess Tian Yingu didn't want to care about him, and he wanted him to roll quickly.

Jing Yue slightly thought, and urged the spell.

Reiki came faintly, but there was still silence around and no one heard anything.

When everyone was confused, suddenly, there was a loud noise in the distance! People trembled suddenly, and saw waterfalls pouring down on the green hills in the distance, splashing water, and a rainbow bridge reflecting in the sunset. sound.

Immediately, people heard the gurgling sound of flowing water again. The sound was as pure as the morning when snow fell, and the whole world was white and dust-free.

The next moment, it suddenly rained in the air, the rain drops ticked, fell on the stones, hit the branches, and rang on the eaves, like a piece of music made of nature.

Raindrops are fast and slow, blending with the sounds of waterfalls and streams, but not harmonious. This water is like life, knowing how to deliver the most beautiful rhythm.

There was a light smile on everyone's face in the crowd, which was a kind of joy from the heart. They feel that the aura around them is full, and some practitioners with water roots are keenly aware that the water aura is extremely active.

Wei Zhentu looked at Jing Yue with his eyes closed on the futon. The smile on his lips had not disappeared, and his eyes were a little more serious.

"Ah! Look!"

There was a low voice behind him. Wei Zhentu reluctantly looked away, and saw the pure white nine-petal flower on the Tianyin tree, quietly opening a seam.

From the beginning to the end, Tian Yinhua responded to the sound for the first time.

Everyone stared at it, but unfortunately, perhaps too much attention made it shy, and the petals eventually closed.

Jing Yue sighed, he had done his best.

Fortunately, Lan Feng was affected by the Brahma, and she still slept soundly at this moment, otherwise she was afraid to cause trouble.

When the sunset faded, the moon peeped out from the clouds, Wei Zhentu looked at a full moon in the sky, and suddenly said to Jing Yue, "Ajing, would you like to pick a leaf for me?"

Jing Yue: "You can't pick it yourself?"

If Wei Zhentu did not hear it, his face naturally pointed at the moonlight and planted a green road: "Just that murmur grass."

Jing Yue is unknown. Therefore, I feel that Wei Zhentu sometimes has abnormal brains, but he does not care about such trivial matters, so he pinches his fingers, and a blade of murmur grass is sandwiched at his fingertips.

Wei Zhentu: "You say you don't understand the rhythm, then let me try it for you, and you listen to me."

Jing Yue :? ? ? ? ?

Can't understand what the other party is saying!

I saw Wei Zhentu walking to the futon, but instead of sitting down, he arched his hand against Tianyin Shu, and put the leaves that Jing Yue gave him between his lips, but what he played was not music. It's the crisp bird sound.

In the setting sun, weary birds return to the forest.

Mid-month on the moon, the mountain breeze is soaring.

There are the sounds of autumn bugs crawling over the vegetation, the sound of beasts stopping at the lake to fetch water, the flowers bloom, the grass grows, the wind echoes across the rock wall, and there is a white moonlight.

Yes, moonlight.

The loneliness and brilliance fell from the sky, and Wei Zhentu shrouded in light and shadow, as if the son of a bright moon, ordered the sleeping creatures to sing for him.

Someone woke up suddenly and said, "This is ... Guan Qishan!"

"Yes! It's the moon full wind of Guan Qishan!"

Jing Yue was puzzled, but fortunately, Lan Feng woke up at the right time and jumped up and said, "Guan Qishan, every full moon, the night wind will blow through the rock wall and make strange noises, um, that's it. "

"So it is." Jing Yue looked at Wei Zhentu, thinking that the other party said he was not very interested in Tianyinguo, but he was still very prepared, but relying on a leaf, even Guan Qishan had created it.

Great!

Wei Zhentu seemed to perceive his line of sight, his head turned slightly, and the two looked away from each other. No one could see what was hidden in the other's eyes.

But suddenly, Jing Yue's eyes strayed away from him. He stared at the Tianyin Tree behind Wei Zhentu, and saw the nine-petaled flower on the top of the tree, which was even more immaculate than Baixue, and gradually unfolded.

Immediately, it was another flap.

One more flap.

...

A full nine petals bloomed in one breath, revealing an ice-blue round fruit.

At that moment, everyone was obsessed with it, quietly watching Wei Zhentu waving his hand and taking Tian Yinguo into his sleeve.

But at this moment, the Tianyin Tree was split from it, and a dozen-story black tower stood up, drawing all the monks in the field into it!

Lan Feng bounced off and fell to the ground.

It was still unhappy that Wei Zhentu slammed his face. Suddenly, it turned around, and then Jing Jing was gone and he was bounced back.

Lan Feng was so anxious that she rushed over and felt like she was being stunned.

"Oh, there is still a fish that misses the net ... Oh no, chicken." Mo Qianyun turned a corner of his mouth, his expression looked a little naive, but what he said scared Lan Feng to death, "My **** demon The tower also has a spirit beast that can't be taken? What are you? A **** beast? "

"Hurry up, let go of Ben Feng! Ben Feng is so fierce!" Lan Feng said, crying.

However, Mo Qianyun only heard a few "snoring" sounds, and saw Lan Feng silly, and laughed: "You are still crying, cry now, and when you cry ... Ah!"

Mo Qianyun threw Lan Feng violently, covered his eyes with both hands, and blood shed from his fingers. He screamed: "My eyes!"

Lan Feng blew out a leaf blade, and tried to escape, but felt a strong hit on it. Lan Feng was hit to the ground, rolled a few times, and there was severe pain in her wings, and she couldn't move anymore.

I saw a disciple next to Mo Qianyun saying, "Mo's head don't waste time. Hurry up and set up. This flat-haired beast is born to clean up later."

Mo Qianyun released his hand, and scratched a long wound on his left eye, which damaged his original appearance and looked a little bit embarrassed.

He glanced at Lan Feng on the ground and said, "Here it is, hehe, my eighteen palace master is finally ready!"

At this time, Jing Yue was standing on a gray-brown ground, surrounded by surging magic, and there was a six-to-seven-foot-high stele at the pole, writing "wait for work".

... wait for work? If he remembered correctly, it was one of the eighteen hells in the **** path of the Buddhist family-waiting for living hell.

There are eighteen levels of **** as described by the Buddhists, including eight hot hells, eight cold hells, Youzeng hells, and lone hells, but not one level to the other. Hell is not divided into layers, but divided according to sin and time. .

Waiting for **** is one of the eight fever hells, with a full sentence of 162 billion years.

"Ajing ?!"

Jing Yue turned around and saw that Wei Zhentu was not far away, and there were a few scattered practitioners around, and his face was left blank.

Wei Zhentu also clearly understood where they were, saying: "I guess there is a problem with the Sixiang Villa. The black tower just now must be the treasure of the magic gate. Most of this place is not really a hell, but it is black Eighteen hells copied by the tower. "

Jing Yue wanted to ask him what the Hei Tower is? However, he found that He did not follow up. He could feel that He was still alive, but there was an invisible barrier that made it impossible to communicate with He's consciousness.

He was so anxious that he was alone. Although he was good at avoiding danger, but now he was ingested by Heta, he would probably be bold enough to be involved!

Jing Yue only hoped that he could persuade him in the past and run away in danger.

At this time, a real man from Zifu stepped forward and said, "But the ancestor of Han Yun Zongjing?"

Jing Yue was uneasy and said directly: "I know you have a lot of questions, so do I, but now we have been absorbed into the Black Tower, and only if we find a way to go out as soon as possible, otherwise, we will definitely be enchanted by the Black Tower erosion."

Zifu Zhenjun: "How do we go out? Also, there are hundreds of monks in the Yining Pavilion, and even some of them are Zifu, why are we only left?"

"They may have fallen into several other hells." Jing Yue thought about it, "To go out, maybe only break the black tower. After all, this is not a real hell, it is just a magic weapon."

Zijun Zhenjun: "That being said, it seems to be a rule of its own, and where do we start? Are we going to destroy the wait?"

As soon as his voice fell, he felt **** start to tremble, a sharp cry rang, and a needle pierced into their eardrums.

Everyone covered their ears, but still couldn't resist. The crying sounds rang directly in their consciousness. Only Jingyue had a strong sense, but it had no effect.

Immediately, clusters of white flames rose from the ground, and the **** quickly became hot. The monks could only protect themselves with spiritual power, but the spiritual power was extremely high at every moment, as if one hand was robbing them crazy. Vitality.

In the smoke, many beasts appeared. They bite and killed madly, until the flesh died. However, a fierce cold wind blows from time to time. When the wind blows, the flesh survives and it suffers from the agony.

Jing Yue discriminated carefully and found that all these beasts were spirit beasts. Spiritual beasts are always human and close to people, but now they have red eyes and violent behavior, which is not worse than fierce beasts.

He remembered that Lan Feng had said that he had heard the call of help from the spirit beast, and that Wei Zhentu mentioned that the beast castle no longer sold the spirit beast to the Sixiang Villa. In his mind, the Sixiang Villa had been refining the spirit beast with evil magic. ?

Cold sweat crawled across his forehead instantly, and Jing Yue suddenly remembered an event that he had heard in previous lives.

At that time, there was a power of meditation in the demon path, and by chance he received the treasure. Once refining, he could control the eighteen hells.

In order to refine the treasure, the monk put 9,999 Jindan monks into **** as evil spirits, and tortured them with the punishment of each layer of hell, turning their anger into death, and reiki into evil, to support them. Arcane. Later, the strength of the casual repair increased, and he wanted to capture the eighteen Zifu monks into hell, but unfortunately he fell short and fell to death.

Notice that in Hell, each punishment is extremely cruel, very imaginable and affordable, let alone these spirit beasts!

Could it be that the black tower was the magical treasure he heard?

If this is the case, it is a matter of course that Lan Feng can't come in. It is born of the heaven and earth aura, and it is not a magic tower that can be refined.

At the moment when he was stunned, the spirit beast that had long been an evil spirit struggled with many monks.

In front, a spirit beast rushed towards Jingyue at a very fast speed. It looked like a mountain pig, but it was much more cute than an ordinary mountain pig, covered in snow, only black at the head and tail, and much smaller in size. This kind of spirit beast is called Xiaoxiangling pig. It can control the earth's spiritual force during the battle and can attack and defend. It has always been loved by low-level monks.

But at this moment, it has only killing in its eyes.

Jing Yue did not shy away, using her finger to freeze the ice, she cut her body into two sections.

After a gust of wind, Xiaoxiangling pig made a scream, and the back half grew again, and continued to rush to Jingyue.

Ghosts are immortal.

Jing Yue was trying to cast a curse, but he stabbed a trident obliquely, and he found that there were some human-shaped ghosts in the smoke. The ghosts were wearing a gray-blue gown with a large " "Died".

--jailer!

Jing Yue took a step back and shot the ice spikes to attack the jailer, who immediately collapsed and quickly condensed.

Although the jailer was injured by Jing Yue, he didn't have any emotions of anger or fear, but just raised his trident stubbornly, and stabbed at Xiaoxiangling Pig. He is like a manipulative being manipulated, performing every action numbly. In his opinion, the evil spirits turned into beasts are as sinful as the invaded monks. They do not need to be screened or care about the results. Just punish it.

Xiao Xiangling died, was reborn by karma, and was assassinated again and again, endlessly.

This is waiting for living hell-in a flash of life and death.

"Brother Shaoyang!"

Jing Yue suddenly heard Wei Zhentu's shout, frowning, and came to the other side, "Is your missing brother?"

Wei Zhen's face was dignified, and his eyes were a little anxious. "Exactly, but there is only one, and the other is still missing."

As soon as the words came down, Brother Shaoyang in the mouth of Wei Zhentu had attacked. Wei Zhentu dodged from time to time, always leaving room for shots.

Jing Yue: "What are you doing? They have been refined into jailers and can't kill them, let alone keep them!"

Wei Zhen paused and said, "Why don't I know?"

So without hesitation, he waved out a catalogue, which contained the matrix method he branded, and instantly broke up "Brother Shaoyang".

Wei Zhentu sighed, "It's no wonder that so many monks Jin Dan have disappeared. Presumably they have all been cast in. What is the Heta?"

"If I am not mistaken, the black tower was named Hell Magic Tower. It was originally destroyed, but maybe it was not completely destroyed, and it was accidentally got by Sixiang Villa." Jing Yue slowly analyzed: "In the beginning, The magic tower was fragile, and I was afraid that it could not withstand the monks' attacks from the inside. In addition, Mo Qianyun was not good at that time. Where can I capture the Golden Dan repairer? Therefore, the Sixiang Villa would choose the spirit beast. , His cultivation was gradually improved, and he gradually changed his goals. "

"Now, the eighteen hells are all repaired, and he takes us in together and considers it safe."

At this time, Zifu Zhenjun just came over and said, "Mo Qianyun used Tianyinguo as a bait to lure us to Sixiang Villa. It can be seen that he had a plan. But he used to cover it up this time. Do n’t you be afraid that many forces will find someone to come to such a big battle? "

Jing Yue: "Of course he is not afraid, I guess, he wants to refine some of us into the Eighteen Hall Master."

Wei Zhentu: "What do you mean?"

Jing Yue: "You and I know that there are eighteen masters in hell, one in each palm. Since the magic tower has been engraved in hell, the same is true. Now there are spirit beasts turned into evil spirits, and the former monk Jindan became a jailer. Only eighteen temple masters, as well as the Lord of the Underworld. "

Wei Zhentu froze, "Mo Qianyun wants to be the underworld master?"

Jing Yue: "Only by becoming the master of the puppet can we completely control the realm. Once the divisions return and the magic tower completely recovers, he as the master of the puppet and the magic tower merge into one. As long as he hides in the tower, who can take him?"

Zifu Zhenjun: "People outside can't break the tower?"

Jing Yue: "Have you and I just been in Lingyin Pavilion, did you feel the existence of the magic tower? One of the reasons why the **** magic tower is so precious is that it can hide itself and transfer instantly."

Zifu Zhenjun has long heard of the erudition of Han Yunzong, the ancestor. After all, he has been the ancestor of Jingyuan Dao, so he no longer asks it, but instead bows his head and ponders.

On the contrary, Wei Zhentu was puzzled, "Why did he catch us all since he was looking for the Lord of the Eighteen Halls? Isn't it good to directly refining the eighteen people?"

Jing Yue: "The stronger the master of the palace, the stronger the magic tower. I estimate that he wants us to kill each other, and the winner is naturally the master of the palace."

If you lose, you will die here, become a jailer, or even a ghost!

Wei Zhentu certainly understood Jing Yue's unfinished words. He laughed mockingly. "Also, the magic here is overwhelming. It will contaminate the soul and soul over time, and it will gradually make people lose their consciousness. Don't they kill each other?"

He shut up sharply, revealing a thoughtful look.

The author has something to say:

Wei Daoyou: I'm tired every day. Fortunately, I have a thick face.

Little rouge honey smile: No, you are far behind.

Jingjing :? ? I don't understand.

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Jingjing: Didn't you say that you don't care about Tianyinguo? Why prepare so much?

Wei Daoyou: I am a boy who is serious about everything. Even if I don't care so much, I will do my best if I do it.

Bian: You look like some mind-students in some small circles. They read books until five in the morning, and the next day's exam was light and gentle. I went to bed very early yesterday and didn't prepare.

Wei Daoyou: ...