Qian Zifang was stunned for a long time, and finally cursed loudly.
Looking at the ghostly appearance of Venerable Fen Jie, and then remembering that I have been tortured by poisonous fire all these years, I actually feel proud and elated.
"The "Poisonous Fire Divine Art" is destined for the old thief!"
Qian Zifang's eyes narrowed and he immediately looked at Venerable Fenjie's palm.
His palms were open and his five fingers withered into claws, as if they had been dried for several years and would break when touched.
And there is a black gold mustard seed hanging on the middle finger. Because the finger is shriveled, it looks a lot bigger.
Qian Zifang was overjoyed when he saw this. He knew that all the personal belongings of Venerable Fenjie were contained in this mustard seed.
He reached out hurriedly and reached over, thinking that as long as he found all the "Poison Fire Divine Art", he would no longer be restrained.
The mustard seeds were completely black, with golden flame patterns engraved on the inner circle. Qian Zifang subconsciously carried it on his hand. It was unexpectedly suitable.
"Old thief, your inheritance is accepted by my disciples~"
A magical weapon like this must be refined with divine consciousness before it can be used.
As he spoke, he released a ray of consciousness and entered the mustard seeds.
"Eh~"
After a while, Qian Zifang opened his eyes.
"I didn't expect the divine brand on this mustard seed to be so strong!"
Generally speaking, after the owner dies, the imprint of divine consciousness on the magical instrument will dissipate over time.
But at this time, Venerable Burning World has recently died, and the brand of divine consciousness is still strong.
Qian Zifang failed the first attempt, so he entered more spiritual consciousness.
Unexpectedly, the mustard seed started to produce stronger suction like a bottomless pit, wrapping his consciousness and pulling him in.
Qian Zifang felt that something was wrong, but it was already too late.
"how so!"
He covered his head in pain. It seemed that the seasoning had been spilled inside. It was salty, bitter, and spicy, mixed with brain matter, making it impossible to extricate himself.
"Jiejiejie~"
Hearing this voice, Qian Zifang's mind suddenly lost control. He endured the severe pain and trembled: "Master... Master! You are not dead!"
"Jie, Jie, Jie, die?"
"With you as the cauldron of fire, how can I be willing to die as a teacher?"
Venerable Fen Jie's voice was faintly visible. Compared with the previous incomprehensible voice, it now had an extra layer of evil aura.
"Poisonous Fire Magic" is originally an evil sect skill, which is obtained by relying on the cauldron.
Each cauldron has its own soul seal inside it.
In addition to accumulating skills, the soul remaining in the cauldron can be directly seized when necessary.
The reason why Venerable Fen Jie took Qian Zifang with him was actually because he had such an idea.
Wow~
At this time, a crimson mark suddenly lit up on Qian Zifang's neck.
The mark continues to expand, vaguely forming the shape of a flower.
In just a few breaths, the flower has taken shape, each petal begins to turn from red to black, and finally turns into black flames.
It is like the essence, coming out through the body.
"ah!"
Qian Zifang only had time to let out a scream before he was already enveloped in flames.
After a while of tea, the flames gradually subsided.
The flame was like a soothed poisonous snake, slowly beginning to disappear within the body.
When it completely disappeared, Qian Zifang opened his eyes.
At this time, the black pupils flashed an evil dark red, the corners of his mouth were slightly raised, and a strange smile appeared on his face.
Different from the previous gloomy situation, 'Qian Zifang' at this moment felt more like he had been immersed in the demonic sea of hell.
"Hahaha~"
He looked up to the sky and laughed, but there seemed to be two different laughters coming out at the same time.
The surrounding rocks and trees trembled.
"This body... is so weak~"
'Qian Zifang' twisted his neck and scanned the valley with his eyes.
All the Huangquan Sect disciples in the mountains have been sucked dry by the demonic energy that was raging just now and turned into mummies.
During this trip, I am the only one alive.
“It’s not a good place to stay for a long time!”
'Qian Zifang' or 'Senior Fenji' immediately raised his true energy and his figure disappeared.
…
"Senior brother...Long time no see!"
Underground at the Sesshou Temple, the dark elder clasped his hands together and looked quietly in one direction.
Hui Yu and Hui Ming next to him were stunned for a moment, and they couldn't help but follow his gaze.
I saw a stone wall in front of me, and a shadow under the stone wall.
At this time, a figure walked out of the shadows.
He was wearing a thick cloak, and his outline seemed somewhat benign.
"Three junior brothers, long time no see."
Under the eyes of the obscure three people, he slowly opened his cloak.
Also a bald head.
Also put your hands together.
But compared to the three elders, he actually looks much younger.
Kind eyebrows and kind eyes, bright wind and bright moon.
This person is none other than the head of the "Hui" generation of Shasheng Temple, the abbot of Shasheng Temple... Zen Master Huizhuo.
"Junior brother...it seems that your 'Shadow Zen' practice has been completed to a great extent."
The space in the secret passage is narrow, and every sound that comes out seems to have to go through nine twists and turns. Every time it passes through a bend, an echo will be emitted.
"Master...brother!"
The dark elder looked at the other party with a face filled with disbelief. Joy flashed through his eyes at first, but then turned into doubt.
Immediately, his brows trembled slightly, and even his usually silent expression became rippled.
He didn't understand why the senior brother in seclusion suddenly appeared in the secret passage when the life and death of the Sessho Temple was at stake.
"Brother, why are you here!"
Elder Huiming also had doubts, but compared to Zen Master Huiming's hesitation, he was more straightforward, and he immediately remembered the Buddha's guess.
A pair of sword eyebrows were condensed, and Dangjie assumed a fighting stance, his monk's robes billowing, his whole body glowing with a faint blood color, and even the surrounding air seemed to be ignited.
The secret passage that was originally cold and cold suddenly became a little hot now.
Zen Master Huizhuo still kept the gesture of clasping his hands together, but just glanced at Zen Master Huiming lightly: "Junior brother, I passed on the "Blood Sea Ming Wang Gong" to you."
"What, are you going to deal with me now?"
His voice was very soft, but it gave people a sense of emptiness and depth.
This feeling is very magical, and it goes straight into the heart at once, making people have endless reveries.
Sure enough, Zen Master Huiming paused and the bloody aura on his body stopped abruptly.
His eyes were blurred, as if he was lost in memories.
"Amitabha~"
At this moment, a Buddha chant sounded.
Like a thunderclap, the entire secret passage trembled.
The eyes of the two Zen masters Hui Ming and Hui An instantly became clear.
Like dark clouds swept by a strong wind, the originally dark sky was suddenly filled with sunlight.
The two Zen masters regained their clarity, then their bodies shook and they suddenly realized.
"Just now...that was..."
"It's the heart-obscuring magic sound."
The obscure Zen master said calmly.
Mental obstacles are a taboo in spiritual practice.
Monks often live long lives and experience all kinds of things in the world.
Compared with physical experience, the state of mind is the most difficult to see through.
Among the three Zen masters, Master Huishou has the strongest Zen practice. Recently, he has done a lot of research on the "Xin Zong" theory established by Li Chen.
That’s why we can see through Zen Master Huizhuo’s evil voice in an instant.