After hearing this, Chen Xu, the boy from Jiuyang, nodded expressionlessly, took a step forward, and looked up at the sky.

'Um?'

The Bodhi monk first felt something was abnormal, and then all the practitioners felt that the temperature was rising rapidly, and it was rising rapidly.

Generally, people who have practiced to the golden elixir are no longer afraid of cold or heat. They don't sweat in the dog days and wear shorts in the cold winter. However, at this time, all the masters are sweating profusely, as if there is a soldering iron branded on the skin through cotton cloth.

The Bodhi Monk and the Underworld Saint are better off. They are both masters at the level of true gods. However, in the face of this rolling heat, one is shining with Buddha light, and the other is overflowing with black energy. They are both subconsciously using their own magic power to fight against this level of heat.

heat.

The Bodhi monk clasped his hands together, but a faint golden sweat slipped from his palms, and even his golden body felt like it was melting.

"The donor's innate Qi is really like the sun," the Bodhisattva said with a smile as he put his hands together.

Jiuyang boy looked back at Bodhi Monk, raised his eyebrows, and his bright red eyes flickered, "Monk, you are also quite capable."

I saw a six-path circle of reincarnation slowly unfolding at the feet of Bodhi Monk. The spilled golden liquid spilled down the heel and merged into the circle of light. As the six paths rotated, it overflowed from the eighteen hell diagrams on Bodhi Monk's body, which is equivalent to this

Under this kind of heat, an equilibrium is maintained.

However, the underworld saintess, whose moral conduct is far higher than that of the Bodhi monk, is just relying on her magic power to hold on and make judgments.

When the ghost generals besieging Tianshui Lake saw this, they all showed ghost appearances. They were no longer green-faced and fanged, but the same as they were in life. Each one was up to a thousand feet long, and their ghost auras were connected to each other. A stronger ghost tide overflowed from all sides, and even

There is a faint ghost pulse rising from below.

The ghost appearance of a ghost general is naturally not as good as the appearance of the true god, but the power of the ghost path is that the ghost energy can be seamlessly connected. The mana of ten ghost generals is connected together, and the level of mana exceeds that of the true god.

As time passed, the sky was once again shrouded in darkness. This time, the darkness faintly condensed into a cover, compressing the reinforcements inward.

The Jiuyang boy's back was like a sword, but nine ghost heads came out from various parts of his body. His face was either livid, his eyes were white, or his hair was disheveled. Ninety percent of the ghost powers of the top ten generals came from

The ghost power in his body was so powerful that it directly turned his three souls and seven souls into ghosts.

"You shouldn't attack my soul. If you destroy my body, what chance do you have of winning? Touching my soul?" Jiuyang Boy smiled sarcastically, "That's courting death."

"Yellow-mouthed kid!"

"So what if the blood and bones are pure Yang bodies? I'll destroy your soul and then use your body to grow into our ghost nest."

"With a body like yours, I, the general, can be promoted to a ghost within a hundred years!"

After reaching the level of ghost generals, their IQ has returned to the level of ordinary people, but their EQ has not recovered, otherwise they would understand a truth.

When fighting, don't talk so much, it will be very dangerous.

Sure enough, after hearing the murmurs of these ghosts, Jiuyang boy shook his head and suddenly said: "Do you know why the sky only has nine days?"

"Because I am on the tenth day!"

The rays of the sun are formless and formless. Everyone present can swear that this is the first time in their lives that they have seen the color of the sun, which is a dull golden color.

Above the sky, the nine suns were shining together, and the dull golden sunlight merged into one piece, the sky and the earth were bright, and a round of sunlight suddenly burst out from the Jiuyang boy, as if he was the tenth day!

In the light of the little sun, all the ghosts disappeared in an instant. Even the powerful ghost general did not last longer.

Zheng Xinzi suddenly took a step forward and thrust out a sword energy at the level of swordsmanship. The terrifying heat was split into two in front of everyone. In this overwhelming sunlight, everyone even felt cooler than before.

The Bodhi monk stared at the new sun in the sky, took a deep breath, and silently uttered four words: 'The power of the great thousand'.

The second great power after Twilight Meridian.

The Underworld Saint's pupils also contracted. Although she was more than ten times more powerful than the ghost generals present, under this kind of sunlight, she could not guarantee that she could block this level of solar power.

She thought of what Sun Gushen told him.

'In the entire world, you don't have to be afraid even if the other party's descendant of a fairy or an immortal descends. The only thing is, don't mess with the Sword Immortal.'

'Why, sect leader, you are not a match for the Sword Immortal?'

'That's not to say that there are no more than five sword immortals in the entire world who are truly stronger than me, but even juniors should not be underestimated. Let's put it this way, if the ancient human world is all in the line of the Human Emperor, then

After the Human Emperor, there are the Sword Immortals. They have great luck. With this great luck, in this era before the Emperor of Heaven came to this world, they can be said to be invincible in the world.'

Saint Maiden had never believed it before, but it was only now that he finally understood what the so-called 'invincible in the world' was all about.

The light flashed, and the rolling heat was withdrawn from Jiuyang Boy's body, no, to be precise, his three souls and seven souls, and one could even see thousands of blood lines in the souls.

This type of blood line had a name in ancient times, Emperor's Bloodline.

…

Without the seals of the ten ghost generals, a raging waterfall suddenly erupted from the center of Tianshui Lake. The waterfall exploded. Each spray of water was like a flying feather, shooting out in all directions. Wherever it passed, ghosts were sliced ​​open.

, a stream of primordial spirit energy burst out like a river, turning into the phantom of a huge Taoist.

"I am a poor Taoist, Tianyu, I have met a few fellow Taoists."

"Fellow Taoist Tianyu, I haven't seen you for a long time. I heard that you have started working everywhere again and you have no money again," Zheng Xinzi said cheerfully.

"It's you! The nine-needle evil doctor!" Taoist Tianyu's expression changed drastically, and he subconsciously prepared to run away. Many years ago, when he had no money (of course he doesn't have much money now), he once went to a famous evil place incognito.

Tianxin Valley works for a famous evil doctor, and this famous evil doctor is the one in front of him.

The nine-needle evil doctor is good at curing physical and mental injuries. He has a weird temperament and harsh words. He is neither good nor evil. What he likes to do most is to let his disciples test medicines, especially poisons.

Thinking back then, for a few spiritual stones, he had given this man so many strange medicines. When he thought of this, he felt a dull pain in his stomach. Although his spirit had come out of his shell and the connection with his physical body was extremely weak, it was conceivable that

out of the shadow left by the other party on him.

Zhengxinzi said cheerfully: "Fellow Taoist Tianyu, don't get excited. It's been many years since I reformed my evil ways. Besides, even if I was in the evil way, apart from accidentally killing a few people, I didn't do anything harmful to nature."

'But you haven't done anything good!' Taoist Tianyu slandered in his heart. His head ached when he thought of what he had done, such as weaving together three souls and seven souls of a person, taking apart the hands and feet of a living person, and then putting them back on again.

Or peeling off the skin for cramps, claiming to artificially improve the bones, and the most ridiculous thing is to give aphrodisiacs to a group of ginseng dolls in order to continuously cultivate genius treasures.

"Are you short of money, fellow Taoist? Are you short of genius and treasure? Tell me what you are missing. I have everything. I am in need of a true god-level medicine test boy, no, an alchemy assistant. Do you want to consider it, fellow Taoist?

I give you a lot of money."

Taoist Tianyu laughed dryly: "I am not short of money, my fellow Taoist has misunderstood."

"Yeah," Zheng Xinzi glanced at him meaningfully, lowered his light, and went to find Manager Song to learn about the situation.

The other monks spontaneously went to capture the remaining ghosts. Just now, the targets of Jiuyang Boy's attack were all big heads, that is, the level of ghost generals. This boy of 16 or 17 seemed particularly arrogant. He only took one shot and then carried it on his back.

He held his hands, as if he didn't intend to take action.

The Bodhi monk is not so pretentious. He puts his hands together, and on the golden body, the eighteen hell pictures reappear. This strange pattern evolved through the Ksitigarbha method seems to have a special devouring effect on ghosts, and underground rivers flow from it.

The golden body flew out, wrapped up the ghosts, and digested them cleanly. It swallowed so many ghosts, except for the injury of 'Eldest Sister', all other injuries were already healed.

The Jiuyang boy didn't know why, but he became interested in the Bodhi monk. He flew over directly, stared at his behavior, and then said: "Are you a monk from the Yama Path?"

"yes."

"Don't you think all evil spirits in the world should die?"

"They are already dead," Bodhisattva corrected him, and then said with a smile: "There are violent ghosts, fierce ghosts, evil ghosts in this world, as well as unjust ghosts, drowned ghosts, and infant ghosts. Regardless of whether they deserve to die or not, they are all dead and alive.

If a person is not afraid of death, he is a warrior, so you cannot expect everyone to be like this. If a dead person does not seek life, then he is Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva, and you cannot expect all ghosts to be like this."

"There is no problem if people kill ghosts. There is no problem if ghosts harm people. Of course there is, because we are living beings and do not want to die."

Jiuyang boy thought for a while, nodded in agreement, and asked: "But after all, humans and ghosts are not coexisting. How can humans follow the right path among them?"

"It is impossible to follow the right path," Bodhi Monk said without hesitation, and before the other person raised his eyebrows, he said: "Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva once said, 'Unless hell is empty, you will not become a Buddha.' This can be said to be a great good deed, but

If the evil ghost in hell does not accept punishment in hell and is reincarnated, is it also a good deed for the victim?"

"As the saying goes, your good is not my good, and your evil is not my evil. The laws of heaven, the laws of the courts on earth, and the laws of the underworld, can be said to be the right way? It doesn't matter if evil people violate them, there are still heroes and righteousness.

For generations, those who kill dogs with loyalty, or even those who kill demons and demons violate them, are their actions good? If they are good, are these laws evil, and vice versa?"

Jiuyang boy frowned deeply. After thinking for a long time, he didn't know how to refute. He could only say: "Isn't there a way to solve it once and for all?"

The Bodhi monk said cheerfully: "When the young monk flies to the Western Heaven in the future and meets the Buddha and other elders, I will ask for you."

Jiuyang boy smiled, his expression relaxed.

On the other hand, Bodhi Monk asked curiously: "Boy, the method you just used is certainly overbearing and unparalleled, but I don't seem to see the sword's intention in it?"

"I haven't started practicing sword practice yet."

A descendant of the Sword Immortal, who seems to be quite important, actually doesn’t practice swordsmanship?!

The Bodhi monk laughed dryly and said, "You need to hurry up."

Jiuyang boy shook his head and said: "My master has prepared a set of the most powerful divine swords in the world for me. I am waiting for it to be born."

"Are you sure this set of divine swords must be yours?"

"yes."

Although it was just one word, Jiuyang Boy's tone was extremely serious and firm.

"Then the young monk will wish the donor in advance that you will get the sword," Bodhi Monk said cheerfully. Before the Jiuyang boy's expression softened, he said again: "If you don't get the sword, I will also comfort you in advance as a young monk."

After Jiuyang Boy left with a cold expression, Holy Girl Netherworld flew over and said somewhat puzzledly: "It's obvious that the descendant of the Sword Immortal has a good feeling for you, why would he say such a thing?"

"The young monk is just telling the truth. Who can say the word "chance" accurately?" Bodhi Monk said cheerfully: "Besides, there is a kind of people in this world who don't recognize their relatives, don't care about misfortunes and blessings, and won't let go even if they become immortals and achieve enlightenment.

In my heart, if anyone blocks his target, he will chop it down with a single strike of his sword, so why bother trying to please such a person?"
To be continued...