The expression on Zhen Yan's face changed instantly, and he lost his usual indifference!
An unprecedented sense of crisis and madness broke out...!!
This person in front of me.
He is absolutely, impossible to be an opponent!
"escape!"
Before this thought emerged.
Zhen Yan had already turned around and ran away madly, feeling extremely regretful!
If he had known this, how could he dare to launch a sneak attack!
"Want to leave? It's late."
Chen Zongheng's expression was indifferent, and his scarlet aura flashed away, as if adding a touch of evil aura!
He reached out his hand and tapped it gently!
"break!"
boom……!!
As the sound falls.
A sword energy, with a cold aura, raged out in an instant!
"No…!!"
Monk Zhenyan roared and turned around suddenly!
A thin layer of cassock suddenly appeared on his body, but within the strict treasure, there was endless black evil energy...!
As the Sanskrit words poured out, evil spirits surrounded him.
Two completely different atmospheres seemed to... merge together at this moment!
From birth to now, Zhen Yan...is a genius!
He was regarded as the true core disciple of Zen Buddhism and was trained as the next generation's successor.
However, he stepped into the devil's path.
That day, the fire was raging in front of the Zen sect. The golden Buddha statue in the main hall and the old monk were buried in the flames. The disciples fled in all directions. One monk turned around and left. In the end... it caused an uproar in the world of cultivation!
"I do not regret!"
Monk Zhenyan looked crazy at this moment, "I, Zhenyan, are destined to integrate these two paths and find an unprecedented path!"
boom!
ahead.
The raging sword energy was so powerful that it faced the wind!
At this moment, the evil aura stirred up all around, as if it had turned into a Yin dragon.
Roaring and wreaking havoc!
Monk Zhenyan's face looked extremely ferocious at this moment, his expression of fear could not be suppressed, and he felt endless unwillingness!
He doesn't want to fall here!
But at this moment.
The cassock on his body, including the lingering black evil aura, looked... vulnerable in front of the Yin Dragon transformed into a brilliant sword aura!
Click, click...!!
The sword energy is not yet close, but the sharp breath has arrived!
"puff!"
Zhen Yan's face turned pale, and his cassock made a crisp sound!
His mind was suddenly frustrated and he spurted out a mouthful of blood, looking extremely miserable!
"No!"
But, at this moment.
When that long dragon of sword energy came to swallow it up.
Buzz…!!
A string of Buddhist beads on his wrist, the Buddha's light suddenly surged, emitting Sanskrit sounds, facing the brilliant sword light!
"this…!?"
See this scene.
Zhen Yan trembled all over, and subconsciously touched his wrist, but found nothing!
This is clearly...
"puff!"
He suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood, his face turned pale, and he seemed to suddenly see an old figure buried in the monstrous fire, but in those eyes, it seemed... Gujing Wubo was always there.
"master…"
That year, it was midsummer when the cicadas were chirping.
The old monk brought back a child from the foot of the mountain and gave him the Dharma name... Zhenyan.
At only seven years old, this child is already the most amazing genius in the sect.
But, later.
Zhen Yan accidentally broke into the formation in the back mountain.
After I came out, my temperament changed drastically.
"Huh?"
Chen Zongheng narrowed his eyes slightly, "It's interesting."
But, it's just a little interesting...that's all.
His two fingers turned into swords.
At this moment, press down slightly!
"Roar…!"
The Yin Dragon transformed by the sword energy stirred up the endless Yin evil atmosphere. At this moment, it was like a spirit, making a roaring sound!
But, at this moment.
That string of Buddhist beads was spinning in the air!
The phantom of a golden bowl swelled in the air, blocking the sword's energy and making it difficult to advance even half a step!
Chen Zongheng raised his eyebrows slightly, with a look of interest in his eyes.
this…
It's a bit unexpected.
During these days of practice, he had breathed in countless evil auras.
Although, through the Blood Emperor's Divine Refining Art, all the energy was transformed into the purest spiritual energy, which was integrated into the Dantian and the physical body.
However, when using the moves, it is inevitable that there will be a trace of aura.
And in this Yin evil place, the moves used by Chen Zongheng can trigger the extremely rich Yin evil aura around him, and the power increases by more than several times, far exceeding the power of the peak foundation building!
Unexpectedly.
Even so.
This magic weapon can even withstand a sudden blow!
"Master, master..."
Monk Zhenyan stared at this scene in a daze, as if he had completely lost touch with the outside world and stayed where he was!
Over the years, his heart has been as cold as stone, wandering on the edge of life and death.
Even if he killed his master with his own hands, he would bear the name of a traitor.
Zhenyan only thinks that this... is just the price, something that must be paid to embark on this road!
But, I didn’t expect it.
This string of Buddhist beads was produced without his knowledge.
It has provided close protection for so many years.
Only today, the moment of real life and death crisis stands in front of us...
…
Twenty years ago.
Zen Buddhism, the eve of the fire.
"In the past few days, there have been constant rumors outside, saying that I have stepped into the devil's path, and I asked the master to find out the truth..."
Monk Zhenyan was restless and sat in the main hall.
His face looked ferocious and gloomy, uncertain in the candlelight.
And, just at this moment.
behind.
Footsteps sounded.
"master?"
Zhen Yan was startled and stood up.
The old monk's name is Jingxin, and it seems that he has been looking like this since more than ten years ago.
now.
There was a faint smile on his face.
Look at his most proud disciple.
"I have something to announce at tomorrow's lecture meeting, so you have to be prepared."
Whoosh!
My mind was so tense that my heart trembled!
"Could it be..."
"Discovered?!"
The old monk purified his mind and gently touched the center of his eyebrows.
at once.
A ball of ink color spreads out.
"boom!"
There seemed to be countless explosives exploding in Zhenyan's heart, and his body began to tremble uncontrollably!
His face turned pale and embarrassing...!
But, at this moment.
The old monk Jingxin sighed quietly.
"It's God's will after all."
When Zhen Yan came back to his senses, the master was no longer in front of him.
In the main hall, the only sound was the crackling of candlelight.
"Strike first is the strongest!"
In Zhen Yan's view, the master is the only one who knows the truth. If he is killed before dawn, at most... he will be known as a traitor to the master!
And, not...
Possessed!
If it’s the former…
As long as you are strong enough, you will at most face sects chasing you.
However, if it is spread that he has entered the devil's path, he will inevitably...be subject to endless pursuit by all the righteous sects!
That night.
The old monk purified his heart and was buried in the sea of fire in the main hall.
…
"master…!"
Zhenyan's face turned pale, and he finally...understood everything!!!
From the beginning.
Master, you understand everything.
That point between the eyebrows gave the Zen golden bowl as his amulet!
