Fang Ling sat cross-legged on the yellow grass, with veins popping out on his forehead, and his clothes were wet with cold sweat.
After leaving Wuliang City, he planned to go directly to Yu City.
Mr. Mo's previous power in Blood Depression was entrenched in Yucheng.
But not long after he left, he couldn't stand it any longer.
He underestimated the power of this death curse, which would gradually become stronger over time.
He had already suffered from this soul-splitting pain, and now the pain had more than doubled.
He couldn't imagine how severe the pain would be in the future. It would really drive people crazy and make them want to die.
He opened his eyes suddenly, a trace of helplessness flashed in his eyes.
He has tried every possible method, but still can't resolve the death curse.
"Now I have no choice but to go back to Hanshan Temple. Maybe I can only ask a few masters for help." He murmured.
I originally thought that I would make a name for myself and then return to Hanshan Temple.
But now there is no other way, he doesn't want to bear this kind of pain day and night.
In this state, he couldn't rest, let alone practice with peace of mind.
He got up and was about to return to Nanyang Kingdom alone.
But suddenly I heard movement behind me.
Turning around, a strange woman appeared behind her.
This woman was dressed in plain clothes, without any rouge or gouache on her face, she was elegant and quiet.
His right hand holds a white jade vase, with several fresh willow branches inserted in the vase. I don't know what kind of magic weapon it is.
Although she is simple, her face is extremely beautiful, and she is already stunning in the world without having to dress up.
"Amitabha!"
"The nun's Taoist name is Zizhu, and he is the sixth elder of Tianjing Temple."
"Some days ago, a poor nun was watching the sky at night and saw an evil star appearing in the land of Nanyi."
"So I left Jingzhu Temple and traveled here, hoping to save the evil stars and make the world less sinful."
"The poor nuns came from Wuliang City, pitifully pitting the millions of monks, all of them have become withered bones that no one has picked up..."
"Donor, the sea of suffering is boundless, but when you turn around, you will find the shore."
"Let the poor nun help you wash away the sins on your body and purify your soul..."
Master Zizhu looked at Fang Ling with a sincere face and spoke softly.
Fang Ling suddenly felt wary when he heard that she was the elder of Tianjing Temple.
There are thousands of Buddhist sects in Nandou Region, but only two places are the most prosperous.
One is Pulong Temple, and the temple is full of monks.
The second one is Tianjing Nunnery, which is full of nuns.
Pulong Temple and Tianjing Temple are equally powerful, so they are regarded as the two holy places of Buddhism by the monks in Nandou Domain.
"Not interested, I just want to go home now..." Fang Ling turned around and disappeared in an instant.
Master Zizhu gave him a strong sense of oppression, and her strength must be terrifying.
In his current state, he should not be a match, so he can only choose to avoid it temporarily.
But what made him uneasy was that even though he had run very far using the God Walk, he always felt that she was behind him.
That aura that belongs to her can't be shaken off no matter what.
"Amitabha!"
"Donors should not be afraid of poor nuns. Poor nuns are compassionate and will not harm you!"
Suddenly, Master Zizhu appeared in front of him, looking at him with an indifferent expression.
Fang Ling stopped walking because he knew that at his current speed, he would never be able to get rid of the person in front of him.
"Master, how can you help me?" Fang Ling asked.
Master Zizhu said calmly: "The donor is now very murderous and has deep demonic roots, all because of the demonic skills in this life."
"So the poor nuns must abolish it. This is the only way to save the donor from the root."
"If the evil power is not eliminated, the donor will remain in the abyss of despair for the rest of his life, unable to extricate himself."
"In addition, the evil spirit on the donor's body is too strong, so he needs to stay with the poor nun and let the poor nun slowly resolve it with the supreme Dharma."
"When the time comes and I practice some more Buddhist Heart Sutras, I will be able to completely get out of this endless abyss."
"You want to destroy me?" Fang Ling frowned.
Nowadays, the Blood Sword and Taotie Magic Techniques have just made some progress, and they were passed down by his two masters, so how could he take them lightly?
Master Zizhu put away the white jade bottle in her hand, then clasped her hands together and murmured: "Amitabha! This poor nun is just doing this to save you."
Fang Ling: "I'm fine, I don't need you to worry about me."
"You have this free time, why not go to other places to save sentient beings, and don't come to me!"
Master Zizhu smiled: "If the donor is still stubborn, don't blame the poor nun for being rude!"
"For the sake of all the people in the world, and to save you, the benefactor, I have no choice but to be tough."
"Master is always compassionate, so I'm suffering now. Can Master help me resolve it first?" Fang Ling asked seriously.
When Master Zizhu heard this, her eyelashes moved slightly and she blinked.
Then a mysterious blue light appeared above her eyes.
A look of surprise flashed across her originally calm face: "Witch spell?"
Fang Ling nodded: "This is a death spell. Those who fall under it will suffer torture worse than life."
"I am suffering from the pain of tearing my soul apart every moment, and this pain will become more and more heavy..."
"It's actually a death curse!" Master Zizhu's eyes widened, obviously she knew about this witchcraft.
"Amitabha! But the root of all this is probably because of you, the donor."
"With the causes of the past, we can get the results of today."
"Although you have been cursed and tortured, the person who cast the curse has already passed away..."
"Master Tai seems to know a lot about ancient witchcraft. Can you save me from the sea of suffering first?" Fang Ling asked again.
Master Zizhu closed her eyes and seemed a little hesitant.
But at this moment, Fang Ling suddenly took action.
"Salami Realm!" He used this magical power to trap Master Zizhu.
The world of Salami is not only used for killing, but also for escaping.
Because he only wanted to trap her alone, the barrier he constructed this time was not large and did not require much spiritual energy.
It was enough for him to run a long distance away from the nun.
"Master, I'll take my leave first!" After he said that, he disappeared immediately.
In the Salami Realm, Master Zizhu looked at the barrier around her with a shocked face.
"Where does this person come from? Why does he have the supreme power of Buddhism?"
"Sarami Realm is known as one of the ten great supernatural powers of Buddhism. If you cultivate to the deepest level, you can even directly evolve into a Buddhist kingdom."
"Neither Tianjing Temple nor Pulong Temple possess such magical powers. Where did he learn it?"
She sighed secretly and looked up in the direction where Fang Ling disappeared.
At first, she just wanted to save Fang Ling.
But now she wants to get this top Buddhist magical power from Fang Ling.
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Fang Ling endured the pain and shuttled through the clouds.
"I should have known I would have brought the Netherworld Beast with me. Riding that guy would have made me go faster..." He murmured.
"Although Master Zizhu's cultivation level is much higher than mine, as long as she is still in the realm of martial arts, this world of Salami cannot be broken!"
"Huh? What's going on?" But in an instant, he was dumbfounded.
"Sarami's boundary is still fine and has not been broken. How could she..."
Master Zizhu caught up and suddenly appeared in front of him.
She looked at Fang Ling and said calmly: "Amitabha! I was trapped by the donor, but I was transformed by the lotus platform."
"I really didn't expect that the donor would be attracted by my Buddhist magical powers. I wonder where you learned them?"