Compared with Roosson's dying enlightenment, others have no feelings.

Today, there are too many people dying in this room.

Everyone is concerned about whether this monster that jumps out of the human body will leave their lives. Almost everyone is trying to move their hands and feet, but they also know that even if they recover as they are, they are not the opponent of this monster.

"It seems that I missed something."

Standing in the middle of the room, the audience was scanning, especially those who were scanned collapsed on the ground, which made the old man Shiquan feel particularly comfortable.

Many people watched him commit suicide with their own eyes, and some even carefully saw the brains flowing out of his head. If this was not dead, the monks who turned into ashes could come out of the tower.

"Ha, haven't you survived yet?" Old Man Shiquan first walked to Monk Yuanming and kicked it with his feet, as if he had no intention of dismembering the corpse.

Everyone took a breath of air conditioning, and it turned out that the monk was also pretending to die.

But I haven't lived yet.

"Ghost substitute!?" Yile's eyes were filled with a hint of fear, but his face still maintained the dignity of the living King Kong.

"You have some knowledge." Old Man Shiquan looked at Monk Yile with interest, and his eyes fell on the broken leg. He probably guessed the identity of the monk, and couldn't help but feel worried: Monk Le is not weak among the eighteen Arhats of Jiuhua Mountain, but was injured like this. Could it be that the thief did it?

"Amitabha!"

At any time, the Buddhist chant was recited, and Monk Yuanming's body gradually became plump. He sat up with a rosy complexion, rubbed his hands, and burned his face. He let out a long sigh and looked around and said, "It's really a lot of guests. Where is the Taoist priest?"

"This is the Reincarnation Art!" Yile was really shocked this time.

If the ghost substitution is a magic method of taking over the body by changing the face, then the Reincarnation Art is a serious Buddhist secret method. Even the old monks who have been practicing for a hundred years in Wutai Mountain may not have this method. It is said that when practicing at a high level, they can live forever and always protect this body, and eventually become a Buddha in the flesh.

"My little fellow Taoist has some vision." Monk Yuanming stood up and smiled, "Please tell me where the thief has gone."

Yile looked down at the bowl as big as a basin.

The bowl lies quietly on the ground without any movement.

"Has you taken it with magic weapon?" Old Man Shiquan said in his face with excitement: This living Vajra is indeed well-known. If he hadn't fought with the thief to death and injury, I wouldn't have taken advantage of this. Haha, since you fell into my hands, you can only blame your fate.

"He can't come out, right?" Monk Yuanming looked worried and stepped forward and asked. Just looking at his etiquette, who would have thought that he would be an old devil who would kill without blinking?

——I want to let him out.

Yile looked at the two evil demons in front of him, and felt regretful. No matter how he looked at it, the Taoist was still reasoning at the beginning, and maybe he really misunderstood him.

"This is the Golden Bowl of Ksitigarbha." Yile seemed to answer him, but he said it to everyone. As long as there is a person here who goes out alive and sends the news about the Golden Bowl of Ksitigarbha to Jiuhua Mountain, someone will naturally come to them to get it back.

Jiuhua Mountain is the temple of Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva. Most of the monks who reincarnated Ksitigarbha became monks in Jiuhua Mountain, practiced, passed away, and left a golden body to guard the temple. Therefore, the magic weapons of the Buddhist sect in Jiuhua Mountain are mostly named after Ksitigarbha, and each item can be said to be refined and used by Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva.

"Okay, okay," Monk Yuanming looked proud, "Since it is from the Buddhist lineage, let me give up this treasure."

Have fun and say nothing.

Monk Yuanming reached out to hold the golden bowl of Ksitigarbha in his hand, looked around and saw a circle of the divine words of Ksitigarbha on the inner wall. He was even more proud and asked, "Master, how to refine this golden bowl? Is there any trick?"

Yile snorted coldly and said in his heart: How could I tell you this evil demon wearing a cassock!

Monk Yuanming laughed, as if he had guessed what Yile felt, and said, "Then I have to try... Well, let me think about it... Oh, I can't think of it, let me try killing someone first." As he said that, he looked around and saw a fool looking at him. He immediately activated his evil skills, and his pupils flashed. It was the magic method of transferring souls and generals.

The man soon tortured the bone-eating ant in his body, and he could not survive or die, and he wailed all the way.

Yile felt a faint pain in his heart and said to himself: This is the murder I have done, and it is really a death sentence.

He simply blocked his five senses and only recited Buddhist scriptures in his heart.

Yuanming killed several times in a row. Seeing Yile's face showing bitter expression but was unshakable, he winked at Shiquan.

Old Man Shiquan shook his head disdainfully, grabbed a monk from the side with his hands, threw it gently, grabbed the monk's ankles with both hands and pulled it hard.

With a scream, the monk was torn into two pieces, his flesh and blood, internal organs fell on Yile's naked head, and the water vapor was hot.

"I'll let you take a shower." Shi Quan said fiercely, and grabbed another monk over.

"Master! Help! Master!" The monk was Huiguang. He was caught and was about to tear it into two pieces. He couldn't help but shout. At this moment, he really regretted asking this living Vajra to take action, which made him die in this strange place.

"Recite the "Sutra of the Original Vow of Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva" on the inner wall." Yile finally couldn't keep the Vajra heart and spoke. After saying that, he couldn't help but regret: If this evil demon really refined the Ksitigarbha golden bowl, I don't know how many murders would be committed in the future.

——Amitabha, in order to save one person, I have harmed sentient beings. I am indeed full of wisdom and confusion, and I have the face to boast about myself as Vajra.

Yile tightly grasped his palm and stabbed a blood mark.

"Thank you, Master." Monk Yuanming turned the golden bowl around and looked for the beginning of the scripture, while casually saying, "Now all these people can be killed."

"I do these rough work every time!" Old Man Shiquan muttered dissatisfiedly, and threw Huiguang heavily to the ground with his hands, only the sound of crackling and bones breaking.

Yile took a deep breath: These evil demons are indeed bloodthirsty and ruthless, but I hate that I can no longer be able to eliminate the demons and protect the way.

Shiquan kicked and killed people like crushing ants.

Monk Yuanming finally found the sutra head and chanted it in a low voice.

After reading a few sentences, the golden bowl of Ksitigarbha made a trembling sound. Yuanming was secretly happy: The monk did not lie, but did not lie to me. He would be the first to try my newly collected magic weapon later.

He thought to himself, and kept thinking about it faster and faster.

The trembling of Dizang's golden bowl became more and more intense.

Finally, the golden light in the golden bowl was magnificent, illuminating the face of Monk Yuanming like gold paper.

Yuanming thought the task was completed, and his face was full of joy. He was about to take a happy mood to sacrifice the treasure, but suddenly he thought: Why didn’t this treasure communicate with me after it was sacrificed and refined?

Mutational bulge!

A figure shot out from the golden light and rushed straight to the ceiling.

The figure turned around in the air and fell heavily, and a familiar voice shook in the treasure room:

"Thunder come!"

In an instant, hope of survival flashed in everyone's eyes, and some people were so excited that they burst into tears, as if they had finally hoped for a savior.

Qian Yiqun is back!

Monk Yuanming immediately threw away the bowl, curled his head and ran to Shiquan's side.

Shiquan stopped the slaughtering work, turned to Qian Yiqun, and shouted: "I must kill him today!"

"Yes! Otherwise, there will be endless troubles!" Yuanming stood behind Shiquan's body and shouted loudly.

The old man Shiquan bullied himself.

The thunder ball accumulated in Qian Yiqun's hand immediately hit the red shield in front of the old man Shiquan, which only shocked him to take a step back, then released the animal and shouted, "Shuifengjing!" The black fog on his body immediately swelled, and rushed straight to the old man Shiquan.

The old man Shiquan could not see his opponent, and he patted his big hands around, and suddenly felt a pain in his waist and screamed in secret.

The Jieyin Sword has already scored three points of the flesh.

"Explode!" Qian Yiqun shouted sternly.

The twelve sword shadows returned to their bodies, and almost at the same time, bursting out a huge force, breaking the tight and strong skin, flesh, muscles and bones of the old man Shiquan into pieces, and immediately a large piece of it was concave around his waist.

Old Man Shiquan had already screamed and fell to the ground. He looked back at his brothers. He had already run to the door, leaving only a touch of monk's robe flashing. He ran away without saying a single word.

Of course, Monk Yuanming still said in his heart: There will always be a day of revenge in the future!

Qian Yiqun put away his blind deafness technique, looked at the old man Shiquan who had his spine blown out lying on the ground, looked around and said leisurely: "It seems that the Taoist seems to have missed something."

After three ups and downs, everyone was still shocked when they heard this familiar saying.

Qian Yiqun turned around and returned to the low table. He first reached out to try Fu Yuze's breath, then shook the bell to help Bai Feng recover. Once Bai Feng stood up, he took out the spiritual medicine from the treasure bag and stuffed it into the mouth of his brother Bai Sha of the clan, and distributed it to Fu Yuze and Li Yiqing and Yiquan brothers.

Qian Yiqun's Kanling rescued A Niu again. Seeing that his eyes were confused, he sighed helplessly.

Yile watched Qian Yiqun walk slowly towards him, and couldn't help asking, "How did you escape from the Golden Bowl of Ksitigarbha!"

"Tsk tsk tsk, you are so ungrateful." Qian Yiqun shook his head, "I thought you would repent for these innocent people who were killed."

Yile looked at the bloody ground, the stinky tip of his nose, and slightly lowered his eyes, pretending to be calm and said: "Everything is karma of cause and effect."

"Karma is not something you fool people like this!" Qian Yiqun was angry and raised his voice, "Although this thing is there, it's all done by yourself. How can I take it forever? In fact, you don't know what the Ksitigarbha golden bowl is for!"

Since the passage of the Ksitigarbha golden bowl has been passed down for six generations, and its only purpose is to capture demons and subdue demons. No matter how powerful a demon is, once it is covered by the golden bowl, it will be sucked in, and there will be no chance of survival.

For eight hundred years, Qian Yiqun has been the first person to go back.

From this perspective, Qian Yiqun’s understanding of this golden bowl is really much more joyful.
Chapter completed!