All dharmas are empty, neither born nor destroyed, neither dirty nor pure, neither increasing nor decreasing. Therefore, there is no color in the air, no feelings, thoughts, or consciousness, no eyes, ears, nose, tongue, body and mind, no color, sound, and fragrance.

, taste, touch, no vision, even the unconscious world, no ignorance, no end of ignorance, no old age and death, no end of old age and death, no accumulation of suffering and destruction of the path, no wisdom and no gain.······

The entire Qianjin Pavilion was illuminated by the Buddha's light. Su Xiaoxiao, a little girl about ten years old, was very interested in staring at the old man and the two young bald heads knocking wooden fish and chanting scriptures at first. It felt very fun, but gradually she became bored, yawned again and again, and finally entered the depths.

Sleep! Another half hour passed like this, and Venerable Yao Di tapped the little girl's sleeping point. He took a long breath and winked at Li Luo.

Li Luo understood the idea in his heart and summoned the black iron sword spirit. The nine-foot black sword spirit flew out of the Niwan Palace and floated parallel to three feet above Su Xiaoxiao.

A quarter of an hour later, the magic sword in Su Xiaoxiao Niwan's palace was inspired by the aura of the black iron sword soul. Like a pervert who discovered the peerless beauty, he was ready to take action.

An hour later, the Demonic Sword Spirit finally couldn't hold it back anymore. It emitted wisps of demonic aura. The black demonic aura slowly filled the entire Qianjin Pavilion. The several-foot-long black Demonic Sword Spirit slowly overflowed from Su Xiaoxiao Niwan Palace.

It curiously looked at the black iron sword spirit that was dozens of times smaller than itself, just like a cat discovering a delicious little mouse. At this time, Li Luo's black iron sword spirit had not yet given birth to intelligence, and was ignorant, but the magic sword spirit had something different.

Lost to the wisdom of ordinary people.

The sword spirit was firmly attracted by the black iron sword spirit. You must know that the mutated and grown sword spirit is rare. If it can swallow this sword spirit, it will definitely be able to repair the damaged foundation, and maybe it can make further progress.

Break through any step in the legend and become a spirit immortal. Even if you fail unfortunately, you and the mutated sword soul will merge into one, and you can still be parasitic in it. At that time, you can easily devour other swordsmen by relying on yourself and the mutant soul devouring characteristics.

The soul rises step by step and becomes the host's natal martial soul. When the time comes, both will be damaged and both will be prosperous. As long as the host does not die, it can also become a legendary sword soul in the future. The disadvantage is that it is controlled by others and cannot be free.

Therefore, the Demon Sword Soul looks at the black iron sword soul in front of him, like an ant on a hot pot. He must know that thousands of years of loneliness and a century-old seal have made him yearn for freedom. Gold is precious, and love is more valuable. If it were

Because of freedom, both can be thrown away.

The Demonic Sword Soul is in a dilemma. It is very entangled and anxious. On the one hand, it needs to repair its foundation and return to its peak. On the other hand, it may lose its freedom and be driven forever!

Venerable Yao Di would not give Demon Sword and Sword Spirit a chance to choose. He played his spiritual flute, and the melodious and low flute sound came out.

, obsessed with the memories of the past, unable to extricate himself, the black iron sword spirit has slowly approached it.

In the fantasy world, the magic sword soul originated from the stars falling from the sky. The weapon god Baiqi took the core star beads of the meteorite, calcined them with the Nine Heavens Divine Fire for ninety-nine and eighty-one days, put them into the Holy Ice Spirit Spring to quench them, and attracted the Nine Heavens Divine Thunder.

It was formed by the electric shock of a thunder hammer. When it was born, the light penetrated the sky. The sun and the moon competed to shine, the stars shone away from their colors, and the ghosts and gods howled. Baili was overjoyed and named it Zhuxie!

All evil swords, over tens of thousands of years, it has experienced countless sword masters. Finally, in the battle between Yanhuang and the Wu clan, the sword body was broken into pieces. Fortunately, it was buried in the Nine Yin Blood Pool. For thousands of years, it has continuously absorbed the essence of the sun and the moon. It was a coincidence.

, to keep the sword spirit, but it took on a demonic nature and became a bloodthirsty demon sword spirit.

A hundred years ago, the ascetic monk Samantabhadra accidentally discovered this evil spirit in the great swamp of the west. At that time, within a radius of ten miles, there were many bones and no living creatures. It can be said that all life was devastated and resentment was skyrocketing.

Samantabhadra was moved with compassion, so he put it away and sealed it inside the Jade Buddha. After that, he used the Buddhist secret method of subduing demons on it every night to deter evil forces. This was done without interruption for hundreds of years, and he used the most precious Buddhist treasure.

Eighteen "Buddha beads" were hung in parallel, using their pure energy to resist blood-eating evil thoughts. Finally, this evil spirit was suppressed and tightly bound in the eighteen Buddha beads. Under the layers of Buddha power, it could not

See the sun.

Ten years ago, Samantabhadra's physical body was sitting in the dilapidated temple of the Daughter City. Before his death, the nineteen Buddha pearls were illuminated by the Buddha's light. At a glance, he knew that this was the most precious Buddhist treasure. It was obtained by an old beggar. If the old beggar found the most valuable treasure, he sold it to him.

The auction house, after several turnovers, was acquired by the lord of Daughter City.

At that time, Su Xiaoxiao had just been born, and the city lord Su Miaomiao loved the baby very much. Fortunately, he got the Nineteen Buddha Beads from Buddhism and hung them around Su Xiaoxiao's neck to ward off evil spirits and take refuge for her.

Three months ago, there was only a muffled sound. In an instant, the sky in the entire Daughter City darkened. The blood-eating Jade Buddha among the nineteen Buddha beads shone brightly, and the entire Jade Buddha turned into blood. The other ten

Eight Buddha beads, a dim golden light flashed, the Buddhist mantra of "*" was completely shattered, everything was shattered, the blood Buddha was also shattered, the magic sword sword spirit finally broke free from the century-old cage, Su Xiaoxiao's whole body, immediately

The feces was shrouded in blood, like a bloodthirsty demon reborn again. Su Miaomiao quickly sent people to suppress it. Fortunately, the Demonic Sword Spirit had been severely weakened over the past century, so she simply hid in Su Xiaoxiao Niwan Palace to recharge her batteries.

However, Su Miaomiao would not give up. She invited dozens of waves of old bald donkeys in turn to do the trick, but it failed many times. Not only did it fail to recover, but its foundation was damaged, so it hid and did not leave Niwan Palace for half a month.

Until today, I encountered a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity. As long as I swallowed the martial soul in front of me, the world is so big and I can live freely for a long time. Wouldn't it be great! It's broken! The Demon Sword Sword Spirit came back to his senses.

Unfortunately, the black iron sword soul has already penetrated into its belly and is rapidly devouring its demonic sword energy. When?

The sound of the flute was caused by the sound of the flute! Unwilling to be reconciled, the Demon Sword Spirit began to struggle desperately.

Almost at the same time that the demonic energy was freed again, a Buddha's call came from the center of the black iron martial spirit. Suddenly, a storm surged, and the light of Bodhidharma's little finger relics shot out in all directions, making a popping sound.

The demonic sword energy suddenly started to surge, spinning rapidly around the center of Bodhidharma's little finger relic, forming a large vortex. In the vortex, the Buddha's light cloud gauze slowly arose, and outside the vortex, black steam filled the air.

The demonic sword was two feet long, neither gold nor iron. A fierce aura rushed towards his face. The relic and the sword spirit were natural enemies. They were facing each other tit for tat, fighting to the death.

Li Luo yelled and fell backwards. The demon sword spirit seemed to be stuck in the palm of his hand and could not be shaken off. He could also faintly see a faint blood slowly pouring into the sword spirit from Li Luo's body.

With a roar, amidst the sound of the Prajna Heart Sutra and the wooden fish, the magic sword suddenly shot out and rushed towards the Bodhidharma relic that was illuminated by the Buddha's light. A moment later, there was a loud noise and the two ancient objects collided together. Li Luo felt as if he was greatly shocked.

, the whole person was shaken upward by more than ten feet, and a big hole was punched out of the Qianjin Pavilion above his head by this force.

Li Luo fell back to the ground, bleeding from all his orifices and dizzy, but the pain in his body seemed to be lighter. He only felt that his eyes were blood red, but his eyes were bleeding. He wiped his eyes hard with his hand, and saw the demon

The sword spirit hit the Bodhidharma relic, and the black energy continued like a wisp, attacking forward. The Bodhidharma relic seemed to have spirituality, and knowing it was a formidable enemy, it withdrew the Buddha's light and resisted with all its strength. The two sides were in a stalemate, and the black iron sword spirit took the opportunity to tear it apart.

Bite the Demonic Sword Spirit's Demonic Sword Qi.

The melodious sound of the flute and Lang Lang's melody make the Demon Sword Soul return to the battlefield of the past, the place of gratification and grudges, and return to its birthplace. Indulge in it, not afraid of being tempered, not afraid of being burned by fire, and not afraid of the death of the soul on the battlefield.

He is not afraid of being nameless, and he is not afraid of any challenge, because it is an ancient sword.

The black iron sword soul of the first level warrior was like a worm devouring a mulberry leaf, slowly eating away at the demon sword spirit for seven days and nights.
Chapter completed!