The increasingly solid red lotus flew into the air and slowly rotated over the Red Lotus Temple.

There are lotuses in the west, originally green lotuses and white lotuses, but no one has ever seen red lotuses that look like blood.

The red lotus slowly bloomed, from sixteen to twenty-four, and finally to thirty-two red lotus petals. Each red lotus is a world.

The old monk of Honglian Temple will use the supreme power of Buddhism and thirty-two worlds to suppress Li Xiuyuan here.

Even Li Xiuyuan could not have imagined that he had just cut off the middle-aged monk's arm between life and death, and the old monk, the abbot, actually attacked him with a red lotus!

He wanted to say, I also have lotus flowers!

However, at this time, Qinglian seemed to have fallen into a deep sleep again, and was too lazy to pay attention to him.

It seems that the old monk will not stop until he suppresses himself in Honglian Temple today.

The middle-aged monk with a broken arm was about to continue rushing over to fight Li Xiuyuan, but now that the abbot took action, he simply fell to the ground.

While tapping the acupuncture points on his arm, he took out the Jinchuang medicine and drank it.

He wanted to see how the abbot accepted the evildoer in front of him, whether he suppressed him in the pagoda, or chopped him off with a sword and let him disappear into ashes.

There was a sharp roar, and just as Li Xiuyuan was restrained by the red lotus that was getting bigger and bigger in the sky, the long sword in his hand turned into a bolt of lightning and flew towards the middle-aged monk!

There was a loud bang, and the middle-aged monk suddenly exploded!

At the moment when he was about to lose his freedom, Li Xiuyuan used his sword as an arrow to kill another eminent monk in Honglian Temple!

Heavy light rain fell from the red lotus in the sky, and the light rain was like blood, tightly surrounding Li Xiuyuan who was in the square.

Seeing the middle-aged monk turn into dust, the old monk roared angrily and let out a scream of extreme grief. Today, Honglian Temple is in great disgrace and has lost two masters.

He immediately spat out a mouthful of essence and blood and headed towards the red lotus spinning in the sky. He actually used his own essence and blood to feed the red lotus just to suppress Li Xiuyuan in the pagoda.

Suddenly, the bells in Honglian Temple rang loudly, and the sound of Buddhist sutras being recited hurriedly filled the sky.

Li Xiuyuan, who was in the air and covered in blood, pointed at the angry-eyed old monk and said something that only he could understand.

Then there was a "whoosh!" sound, and Hong Lian restrained Li Xiuyuan and headed towards the tall pagoda behind the temple.

At the moment when the red lotus sank into the pagoda, a buzzing sound was heard, and the pagoda was filled with brilliance.

Buddhist scriptures suspended in the sky flew in one after another and submerged into the pagoda in an instant.

A gust of wind blew from the sky, bringing a rain of flowers, and there was no longer a trace of blood in Honglian Temple.

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There was deathly silence in the pagoda.

Li Xiuyuan was surprised that the Honglian Temple outside Kangchuan City actually had such an evil magical weapon, a red lotus raised with the blood of monks, which made him shocked and speechless.

After all, he had entered the Demon Pagoda and the Samsara Pagoda, so how could he be trapped in a Buddhist pagoda?

It's just the right time for you to let me in. I don't have to worry about looking for Wu Xin and Jasmine. I don't have to worry about the debt, so I can just take care of it in one pot.

So, just like he did at the Heavenly Demon Pagoda, he held a small knife and began to carve runes around the pagoda.

You want to use this pagoda to suppress me and see how I can break your magic weapon and save Wu Xin and Jasmine.

The pagoda is like a sacred river thousands of miles away, making Li Xiuyuan almost unable to feel the passage of time.

In this way, he had enough time to carve the scriptures he wanted on the wall of the huge pagoda, and he would not be careless one stroke at a time.

When he carved those scriptures on the Demon Tower, it only took him two hours, and finally the huge Demon Tower was turned into ashes in the explosion.

While carving the runes, he was thinking about the terrible stone men that appeared in the Tower of Reincarnation back then, and the number would only increase with each level.

He didn't know that Honglian Temple was a pagoda, what would it be like?

Is it possible that a group of monks will appear? Or a group of human demons will appear and let you break through them layer by layer?

Is it possible that Wuxin and Jasmine are trapped on the last floor?

Tall buildings are rising from the ground, and he wants to destroy this flat ground in Honglian Temple.

I don't know how much time passed, but just when he started to look for a way out, "Boom!" sounded, and a door opened in front of him.

After opening the door, as he expected, a monk of insignificant age was revealed.

The monk sat cross-legged on the futon with his eyes closed tightly, ignoring Li Xiuyuan who appeared in front of him.

The monk was wearing cassocks and holding a demon-conquering long sword in his hand. There were already inches of black hair on his head like a jungle of rocks.

Although he sat quietly and said nothing, he gave Li Xiuyuan a sense of perseverance and a sense of endurance. Even if the sky fell, he could hold it up with one hand.

The monk felt Li Xiuyuan's presence, slowly opened his eyes, put the long sword in his hand on the ground, and slowly stood up.

When he sits here quietly, he is like a motionless mountain.

Once he stands up, he becomes a divine Buddha.

Seeing the Buddha in the demon pagoda, Li Xiuyuan sighed secretly.

Regardless of whether it is a Buddha or a demon, as long as it stands in front of you, it is your enemy.

Seeing the monk holding a spiritual sword in his hand, Li Xiuyuan thought for a moment, took out the sword box from behind, took out the Samsara Sword, and carefully wiped the sword body with a handkerchief.

The monk did not speak, but quietly looked at the enemy who was wiping his sword, and the corners of his mouth moved.

"This is the Nine Dragons Sacrifice Tower. Welcome to the world of Buddha!"

Without saying anything, a faint and distant bell suddenly sounded in the pagoda. Apparently, the ancient bell in Honglian Temple continued to ring in mourning for the dead middle-aged monk.

The monk's cassock moved automatically without any wind, spraying out thousands of rays of Buddha's light, instantly blinding Li Xiuyuan's eyes.

Ten Thousand Buddhas followed a whirlwind towards Li Xiuyuan, and he had to retreat thirteen feet in a row. The Samsara Sword in his hand was placed heavily on the ground to stabilize his body.

Looking at the monk Li Xiuyuan in front of him, he frowned and asked: "How many floors is the tower high? How do I get through? Where are my two friends?"

The monk frowned slightly, looked at him and replied quietly: "The tower is nine floors high. If you defeat me, you can pass. Those two monsters have been trapped on the ninth floor for a long time..."

Thinking of Wu Xin and the two at the top of the tower, the monk roared angrily: "Evil heretics like them can only be killed with one sword!"

Li Xiuyuan smiled faintly: "To me, Buddha kills Buddha. Do you really want me to kill you in this pagoda with one sword? Or are you an immortal soul to begin with?"

The monk roared: "Come and kill me, or you may be killed by me. What I want to tell you is that if you die in this pagoda, you are really dead!"

In his opinion, all the monks who were suppressed in this tower were evil heretics and could be killed with one sword.

Thinking of this, a look of compassion appeared on the monk's face.

The Buddhist man shrouded in the Buddha's light is an invincible existence in this world. As long as he is willing, he can kill the enemy with one sword!

If another practitioner were trapped in the pagoda, he would probably have a look of despair and helplessness, and might even give up and be willing to be suppressed by the monk in front of him.

Maybe it will become a nutrient in the pagoda.

But Li Xiuyuan won't despair as long as he doesn't die.

There is no need to despair and fight for a dawn.

For Li Xiuyuan, from the day he started practicing with his teacher, he would never give up or despair.

This is the simplest truth, so he does not despair. What he has to do next is very simple, and that is to use the rusty sword in his hand to cut through reincarnation.

So he gathered the power of the Buddhist formless body and concentrated all the power on the Samsara Sword. At this time, the Samsara Sword, which had not been used for a long time, had traces of purple lightning wrapped around the sword body.

His sword has been unsheathed, and he will have a battle with the monk with unknown cultivation in front of him.

However, when he took a quick look, he saw a peaceful and calm expression on the monk's face.

He holds a black spiritual sword in his right hand, and his left hand is like a Buddha holding a flower. There is no longer a trace of hostility in the upper stupa.

The monk looked at Li Xiuyuan's slashing sword and couldn't help but admire it slightly. Then he meditated again and recited the solemn mantra.

As soon as I thought of Zen, the nine bronze bells in Honglian Temple rang without any wind, exuding boundless Buddha power and echoing in the temple.

Then it spreads towards the pagoda.

The Buddhist bells in ancient temples are like a wave rising between heaven and earth on the Mid-Autumn Festival night. They are silent but powerful, beating on the pagoda made of fine steel, making bursts of soul-stirring sounds.

The Samsara Sword in Li Xiuyuan's hand can almost ignore time, but it can't ignore space.

When the sound of bells came like a tide, the space in the pagoda was distorted, and Li Xiuyuan was deafened...

"Crack!" sounded, and the white airflow falling in front of his Samsara Sword gradually disappeared, and the long swords of the two faced each other in the air.

A string of sparks splashed in front of their eyes, but they didn't move their hearts at all.

The monk still stood quietly five feet in front of Li Xiuxingyuan. This distance could be advanced or retreated, which was the distance he liked.

A moment later, there was a collapse sound behind the monk. It was the two gates engraved with the supreme scriptures of Buddhism that were chopped off by Li Xiuyuan with a sword.

It collapsed in half in an instant, making an unpleasant sound.

Then the Buddhist-like monk standing in front of him showed an ugly look on his face.

Perhaps in his opinion, the sword struck by Li Xiuyuan today surpassed that of Wu Xin who was above the ninth level.

So he sighed softly and said: "You destroyed my practice place, so I will suppress you in the first level forever and let you repent here forever."

The Buddha is right in front of you, and the Buddha says he will suppress you here.

But the Buddha in Li Xiuyuan's eyes is far away in the horizon. If he wants to move the gods and Buddhas blocking the horizon, naturally he can't hold the flowers and smile. He has to use the sword in his hand.
To be continued...