Before Han Sanqian could report, the blood-red monks sat cross-legged on the spot, gathering Han Sanqian, ranking the eighteen Arhats, and surging scriptures.

Red scriptures floated out of their mouths, and then they all hit the shadows outside the banner, and soon penetrated the shadows and penetrated directly into Han Sanqian's body.

Han Sanqian suddenly felt dizzy and the whole world was also in distortion.

The magic sound made me sleepy in this environment.

Immediately afterwards, Han Sanqian's consciousness began to blur.

This is the most treasure of the Demon Sect and the Heavenly Demon Banner.

The eighteen blood-red monks around were the eighteen guardians of the Demon Sect and the eighteen blood monks.

"Collect blood, divine refining, and body refining into one. Even the most powerful person will experience physical and mental torture and backlash in the banner. Han Sanqian, I see where you are going today!" Wang Suzhi laughed tremblingly when he saw Han Sanqian's situation.

Han Sanqian didn't know how long it had been blurred. Then, all the painful memories surged into his heart. The painful things that made Han Sanqian remember were constantly recalling in Han Sanqian's mind. Those faces that bullied him kept flashing in Han Sanqian's mind with smiles.

Su Yingxia's grievances and Han Nian was imprisoned by Futian, crying alone alone and helplessly. Everything was constantly stimulating Han Sanqian, causing Han Sanqian's emotions to a trough, bringing him anger and sadness.

At this moment, he suddenly felt someone patting his shoulder.

When I opened my eyes again, I saw a big Buddha.

The Buddha's light is dazzling, the Buddha's body is mighty, the golden light is shining, and the righteous energy is full of vitality.

"Are you here?" The Buddha chuckled slightly.

"Are you Buddha? Where am I?" Han Sanqian frowned slightly.

"The fate comes from you, and there is no question about things. If you don't save people, what is the Buddha?" The Buddha smiled and said, "It's just a grain of confusion in this dusty world, and you and I are all the same."

After saying that, with a wave of his hand, a huge lotus cloud appeared in front of Han Sanqian. The clouds were transparent, and it was obvious that the world was full of things. Some people cried, some laughed, some were rich and could be healed, some were wandering on the verge of starvation, some were restless, and some were filled with sorrow.

"Look at the world, all kinds of desolate things, and all sentient beings are suffering. What's the same with you? As long as you are born as a human being, you will have greed and eat the three fires. These three fires poison people's hearts, so they make people sink into the cycle of reincarnation, and the root of evil things in the world, so as to cause sentient beings in the Buddha's sect and sorrow. You have the pain just now, and this is why."

"If you want to forget the pain, you must learn to let go. If you are attached, you will only become more nervous and more painful. The difference between God and man is that God has let go, but man does not. If you want to be God, you must learn to let go, do you know?"

Han Sanqian frowned slightly, without answering, he was just thinking about where this was.

"You are in the banner, do you want to leave here?" Buddha said softly.

Han Sanqian cannot deny it.

"You are trapped in this banner, and it is precisely because you have three fires, but you have divine roots and you and I have the fate that I will help you get out of this demon banner." The Buddha said softly.

"This is the Heavenly Demon Banner, which was created by the Heavenly Demon. This Heavenly Demon was transformed from the Buddha's inner demon. He transformed into a body with the Buddha's suffering, and then created a banner with the Buddha's extreme evil, and then transformed into the Eighteen Demon Monks with the Buddha's filth, echoing each other and creating the trap of the Heavenly Demons. It is very powerful. So, the Buddha found out the method to break the banner and let me save those who are destined to be." Buddha's way.

Han Sanqian nodded and said respectfully: "Then how can we break the banner?"

"The demons, banners and monks are both the evil of Buddhas. If you want to despise these, you must learn the good of Buddhas. You must learn to let go, let go of people, let go of things, let go of mind, let go of everything in the world, and follow my Buddhist teachings." After the Buddha said, he slowly closed his eyes. At this time, the sound of the Brahma sounded, and the sound came into his ears, pleasant to the heart, which made Han Sanqian suddenly feel a sense of sublimation.

Without thinking too much, Han Sanqian closed his eyes slightly, followed the Dharma, listened to the Buddha's voice, and slowly entered into meditation.

And the periphery at this time.

Han Sanqian sat down slowly, and at the same time, he also let go of all his defenses.

"This idiot, he really thought the Buddha was saving him." Ye Gucheng said coldly and disdainful to mock him.

Wang Suzhi smiled evilly: "If someone practices Buddhism, he may become a god. Don't say that."

"It's okay to practice Buddha, but you have to go to the West first." Ye Gucheng sneered.

Wang Suzhi laughed: "Then we'll send him to the West for a while."

After saying that, Wang Suizhi smiled at the Eighteen Blood Monks. The blood monks understood it and the frequency in their mouths was faster. The Sanskrit fonts were pronounced from their mouths faster, and they flew quickly into the banners.

At this time, Han Sanqian was feeling the illumination of the Buddha's light in the banner, and his heart was extremely relaxed.

"The power of the Demon Banner cannot be underestimated. Do we need help?"

In the world of all directions, another sound floated out of the sky.

"He can walk out of your trial tower, why are you afraid that he can't get out of a demon banner?"

“That’s right.”

"Everything has its own fixed number, go with the flow. He wants to become the strongest person, so how can he not go through hard practice?"

"He met you and didn't know whether it was a blessing or a disaster." Another voice smiled bitterly.

"It depends on his own luck."

As soon as he finished speaking, in the Eight Desolate World, Han Sanqian had already felt the mystery of Buddhism more and more as he entered into meditation. He was like a big fish that had been drought for a long time, and suddenly came to the vast waters. Apart from roaming with his heart, Han Sanqian could not find any other way to enjoy it.

Outside the banner, the eighteen blood monks continued to sit in the formation, while Wang Suzhi had already led several subordinates to the outside of the banner. The group had a black glove on their hands.

"Damn it, this guy has caused our Yaoshen Pavilion so much. The battle in Biyao Palace almost made our Yaoshen Pavilion famous. As the elder of Yaoshen Pavilion, if you don't get this revenge, you will be useless." An old man slapped gently, and then he gathered his energy on his right hand with black gloves and slapped Han Sanqian, who was meditating in the banner with a palm.

Bang!!!

The palm hit the back, and there was a huge muffled sound. It was obvious that the old man almost used all his strength. Even though Han Sanqian had the Immortal Xuan Armor to protect his body, Han Sanqian was still hurt by the body without any defense, and a wisp of blood flowed out of the corner of his mouth.

But at this time, Han Sanqian not only did not suffer any pain, but also had no resistance. Instead, there was a faint smile on the corner of his mouth.

"A little waste dares to be above me. Didn't you say you want to settle the matter with me? I will satisfy you and settle the matter with you now." Ye Gucheng smiled coldly, and also poured energy into his right hand wearing gloves, aimed at Han Sanqian's chest, and slapped it with another palm.

The blood from the corner of Han Sanqian's mouth couldn't help but flow faster.

Immediately afterwards, the people beside Wang Suzhi, one after another, were constantly hitting Han Sanqian like the people before him.

What's strange is that the blood at the corner of Han Sanqian's mouth is like a flowing pillar, but he still smiles.
Chapter completed!