Immortal and Martial Dual Cultivation

Suddenly, the other disciples were surprised, and Zhenxuan dared to be so bold.

Others, think about it, don't dare really do it. After all, the temple is full of weirdness, not everyone has the strength and the strength of Shinxuan.

“Brother, where are you going now? ”

Shin Xuan was gloomy and uncertain, and a moment later he said: "You let a few people stay outside the temple, the others go to the palace of wisdom. ”

On the other hand, Xiao Chen, who had gone deep into the temple, did not know that many people had come to ask Buddha Tai, still carelessly walked.

The right hand gently moves the Shirley Buddha beads, the footsteps are not easy and slow, observing all sides, but also using the Buddha beads to digest the strange flowers swallowed before, strengthening the Buddha's heart.

An hour later, before Xiao Chen swallowed strange flowers and grass, there was not much left to refine.

Xiao Chen felt his bottleneck and had to break through at any time. Ask Foshan about this creation to make him stronger. Once it breaks through, Xiao Chen is confident, he can immediately fight, the top ten disciples in the three holes of heaven and blessings.

Even if Moyer breaks the knife without much progress, he can compete positively with such top figures as Shangguan Ray and Wang Yueming.

As far as it is concerned, it is still somewhat impervious, and Moyer's knife must be broken in order to have enough gas.

With this in mind, Xiao Chen Zhongxin went out of business and wanted to go to Wanjun Building to find Daojun.

With a great battle, you can break through without fear of working with the top disciples of the Great Cave Heavenly Bliss.

Many people do not have access to Taoist soldiers, a major reason being that, although strong, they are unable to block the siege of facsimile disciples from other factions.

It's very simple, and at the end of the day, no one else gets it, and I'm sure I'll find a way not to let you get it.

Humanity, always has been.

Without first going to the 10,000 barracks, Xiao Chen had this concern, must possess, with more than one enemy capability.

But now, it's perfectly capable of fighting.

If you think about it, Xiao Chen put away the Shelliver beads and lifted his legs and walked back. Anyway, this question to Buddha Tai is very different from what I imagined.

Huh

But as he was about to walk, he glanced and found the door of a flash palace in the distance, which was itself open.

Weird...

After such a long walk, Xiao Chen has not seen which hall door is open.

“Go check it out. ”

With a little caution, Xiao Chen held Buddha's bead in his hand, walked over and looked up. From the dilapidated plaque, it is barely recognized that this is the palace of cultivation.

Heart Palace, most temples are similar temples, which are places where monks can sit and meditate.

No wonder this kind of place, empty, will not have any Buddha's doorstep, naturally does not need demon guards.

Most of the time you see the tablet, you ignore it.

Pushing the palace door open, the dust fell and looked at it. It was the same as speculation.

The ground is a large pile of ruined futons, with a collapsed headless Buddha statue and some yellow Buddhist scripture leaves. The shadows are empty, you can see them all at a glance, nothing.

Shattered, messy, rotten, that's what Xiao Chen saw.

Pick up a page of the Buddha's Scripture randomly, before watching it, and turn it into ashes in your hands.

Xiao Chen sighed lightly and chose to give up. This place really didn't have much opportunity to pick it up.

Time, is so cruel, let your incense fire thrive, how many powerful monks, can't resist the ruthlessness of the years.

There are so many futons on the ground, you can imagine how many people sat here at that time. The ancient speckled murals on the walls corroborate the splendour of the year, the huge statues of the Buddha on the ground, rarely recognizing the excellence of the carvers.

Xiao Chen looked around and his eyes finally fell on the headless Buddha, suddenly creating an awareness.

If no glorious past can ever be eternal, then what is life after?

Hu Hu!

He was originally associated with the Temple of Nobody, and the moment suddenly became clearer if nothing was involved.

Shelliver beads in the hand, a slight light.

Light wind, scattered scriptural residual leaves on the ground, were blown up and floated around Xiao Chen, then gently burned.

“This is…”

Xiao Chen's complexion changed slightly, some unknown, so his eyebrows swelled, the Buddha's Heart of Xuan, uncontrolled appearance.

The burning scriptures, absorbing them all, came out of their minds, the words of countless high priests.

Too many scriptures, chaos, listening in your ears, like buzzing, you don't understand anything.

Xiao Chen's heart was shocked, knowing that he, coincidence, had been greatly transformed.

What remains in the scriptures are the many high priests who cultivated their hearts, the inspirations they once left behind. But too many are too cluttered to get all of them. I can only take one and use it for myself.

Sitting on his knees, he began to understand the mortal heart of Moyer's knife.

Slowly, that noisy and chaotic utterance leaves only one passage, and only the remaining passage relates to the consciousness of the heart.

Two hours later, all understanding, all concentrated into eight words, but mortal heart, is eternal!

With Xiao Chen's pre-consciousness, which corresponds exactly to the glorious past, there can be no eternity, what life is after.

With this obsession, it is nothing more than delusion because all hearts are dusty and all sorts of red dust cannot be understood.

In red dust, the heart seeks to be undressed, and all hearts are eternal!

In an instant, the mortal heart in Moyer's broken knife spectrum was revealed by him, branded deep in his soul, not hard to forget.

Wow

When he opened his eyes again, Xiao Chen felt a cold sweat. It was terrible.

This knife is more repressive than breaking the red dust.

Returning to the true Xiao Chen from the exodus, he was genuinely frightened by this knife and frightened by the real sweat.

If it's the heart, am I still me?

The high priest who created this knife is really too scary. No wonder this Moyer knife is classified as forbidden in the Temple of the Spiritual Heaven, and is not to be seen in an orthodox manner.

The word "broken" boldly makes people feel uncomfortable.

Break the ring, open the killing ring, accidentally, people will be demonized.

Despite all sorts of concerns, the power of this knife method is unquestionably the strongest method of absolute Xiaocheng according to his knife lane.

After getting up, Xiao Chen was not too busy leaving. In this temple, he practiced his mind.

In the distance, the young cat on the roof, her eyes, landed in front of the door of the Palace of Wisdom.

With a glimmer of pride, the King's Book walked out of it, revealing a hint of ridicule in the corner of the cat's ear girl's mouth.

Just now, three other colleagues tried to conspire to kill the King's Book. Who knows that the King's Book took the lead, all died tragically, all harvested, and earned by him alone.

But he just came out and saw it face to face. Zhenxuan and Yanfeng rushed over with monks from the monasteries of Putuoshan. His face immediately sank.

The corner of the true mouth revealed a smile: “Looks like we don't need to walk again for the test of the Palace of Wisdom. ”

Without saying anything, Wang ShenEr turned around and fled.

“Screw him! ”

True Xuan pointed a little and stopped the King's Book, the other Buddhist disciples, without saying anything about the past.

The result was self-evident that no matter what the cards in his royal book were, there was nowhere left to run.

A true Xuan alone can eat him, not to mention a group of monks such as Yan Feng. At this moment, he cannot help but regret greatly. If his companions are still there, the joint use of force will not yield, and he will surely escape.

Greed, he and his brother, both died in this greedy word.

Strike! Strike!

Once again, the black crow flew onto the arm of the cat's ear girl, whose figure flashed, and the temple door opened and walked out.

Seeing people, his eyes lit up, only he saw each other attacking the white monk robe, the fiber dust was spotless, the temperament was dusty, and his body was spreading gentle Budweiser, convincing.

It's Black Lotus, Son of Ming Xuan!

but inconsistent, cats and girls, always feel a little strange.

Her eyes suddenly blossomed as intense as black gems, and her gaze passed through the clothes of the white monk. Seeing him, the root ribs, the crystal clear, the Buddha brilliant, the spiritual movement faint.

The deeper you continue to look, the more astonishing it is, the perfect Buddhist body.

As she was about to retract her gaze, she saw a black heart, black palpitations, just one glance, and the cat and girl's gaze changed dramatically.

“My heart, is it beautiful? ”

The monk in white smiled slightly and turned to the cat-eared maiden's way.

However, the cat girl was unable to answer him. Son Ming Xuan strangled the cat ear girl's neck with one hand and lifted her whole.

This time, she couldn't hide like she did in front of Shingen.