Buzz~

As the crisp shouting sounded, the sword of wisdom shone with a warm luster, cutting off the aura of love between heaven and earth.

Continuous ice fragments covered Yun Xiu's shoulders like fireflies.

The fox demon, who was still gentle and gentle just now, was now frozen into a ferocious and gloomy sculpture.

His blood has stopped flowing, and his thoughts gradually fade away like waves on the lakeside.

The heart is still beating weakly, and is gradually condensed by the ice road, like a stumbling old man, gritting his teeth and persisting.

Manjusri stretched out his slightly rough right hand and gently pressed it on Yun Xiu's chest.

Under the horrified gaze of the other party, he slowly said, "Do you remember Hu Ze?"

"Cough, cough~" Yun Xiu shrank when he heard the experience, and gasped in horror.

Phew~

His right hand easily tore the chest and took out the slowly squirming three-color heart.

The blood is coagulated, and the flesh is covered with white frost.

Forest fire spread out from the eyes, wrapping Yun Xiu's remains inside, burning tenaciously.

Deep green flames burned slowly in the air, and an eerie and terrifying aura suddenly filled the air, making the creatures who witnessed the battle tremble with fear.

As Yun Xiu was crushed to death by Manjusri, a rich golden light of merit suddenly gathered in the sky.

The golden light turned into brilliant blooming crabapple flowers, slowly falling into the golden wheel behind Manjusri.

Phew~

The fragrant smell pervades the Vientiane Forest.

"I really vomited. After Manjusri came out of the Gate of Madness, he spent the whole day killing demonic creatures, even those who had just arrived."

"Oh my god, am I reading that right? That person just now was Yun Xiu from Piaoxue Mountain, the mainstay of Southern Xinjiang's Love Path, but now he has been wiped away without even a trace."

"Manjusri must be crazy, and he actually regards demonic creatures like us as a shortcut to gain merit."

"Hahaha, you are the demonic evil obstacles, but you still don't obediently kill Venerable Manjusri when you see them!"

……

The fall of Yunxiu made Manjusri famous.

The demonic creatures were all trembling with fear and did not dare to come forward, fearing that the evil star would block the door and quickly retreat like a frightened bird.

The righteous creatures hold their heads high and their chests high, assuming a proud posture.

However, their hearts were filled with coldness when they saw the famous seventh master of Piaoxue Mountain being brutally killed like a dead dog.

Today, Vientiane Forest is bustling with people.

Three religions and nine streams, and creatures from all over the world, are all gathered here because of the inheritance of King Suddhodana.

The news of Manjusri's cruel and decisive killing methods and his blatant killing of demonic creatures spread throughout the West as quickly as possible.

All eyes began to pay attention to this immortal.

Manjusri was only slightly famous in the West at first, but as his achievements continued to increase, he has become a representative of the right path known to all living beings in the West.

When the news spread, I don’t know how much attention it attracted.

There are ancient quasi-sages who live in seclusion in the blessed land of caves and devote themselves to cultivation for several years; there are monks who often walk in the wilderness and hang pots to help the world; there are evil monsters hiding in corners with ferocious faces; countless consciousnesses are like cobwebs, intricately woven, quietly falling.

Around the Vientiane Forest.

Attention, fear, anger, surprise...

All kinds of emotions filled the sky, but they were all cut off by the sword of wisdom.

Outside the ruins, many creatures have different ideas.

Some choose to temporarily avoid it, some take the initiative to cater to it, some secretly provoke hostility, and some even exude high-spirited fighting spirit, bluntly saying that they want to cut Manjushri's five horses into pieces and bury them with the dead demonic creatures.

Countless turbulent waves suddenly rolled up, sweeping towards Manjusri like an overwhelming mountain.

Inside the lonely house.

Manjusri sat cross-legged in front of the window, slowly regulating the spiritual power in his body.

The majestic spiritual power gathered from all directions and condensed into a green liquid inside the lone house, soaking Manjusri inside like blue waves.

The pure and thorough spiritual power is slightly viscous and spreads toward the body along the pores.

Manjusri rubbed the ferocious stone and looked into the distance with twinkling eyes.

The reaction of the demonic creatures was within his expectation.

Manjusri killed famous people in the demonic path one after another. Most of them were talented people with outstanding talents. He even ignored Piaoxue Mountain and had severely violated the bottom line of the demonic path.

They are all extremely vicious desperadoes with blood on their hands. They have always been feared characters. How can they swallow such a breath?

The calm situation in front of us is just a precursor to the storm, and the revenge later will definitely be extremely fierce.

Good and evil are not the same.

Zhengdao likes to hug together to keep each other warm and harmonious with each other. Fighting the younger ones brings out the older ones. This situation often happens.

As far as the most ordinary Western disciples are concerned, if something unexpected happens, the first people to respond are fellow disciples and friends, followed by teachers and family members, and then elders, venerables, and even Daluo and quasi-sages.

They will appear one after another to seek justice for that disciple.

But the magic way is different.

They live alone in a canoe. They are suspicious of the Taoist clan and never entrust their true feelings to others. If they die in an accident, most of the other demonic creatures will look on with cold eyes, laugh at them, and even divide the inheritance ruthlessly.
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Manjusri narrowed his eyes slightly, thinking a lot in his mind.

Yun Xiu's fall pushed him directly to the forefront of the storm. Under the spotlight of everyone, the undercurrent of temptation and assassination converged into a rolling whirlpool, slowly swallowing him deep in the waves.

This is the price of fame!

Manjusri knew clearly that he had reached a bottleneck at this time.

The burden brought by fame has gathered before our eyes. If we can tear it into pieces, we will surely fly to the sky. If we can't defeat it, we can only be crushed by the whirlpool and hide in the west to survive.

"The inheritance can be put off later. Venerable sages from the West will come here one after another. The most important thing now is the demonic creatures who are eyeing it."

"My realm is just that of an immortal. In their eyes, I am just an ant-like existence. But now that the ants are so powerful, they will naturally receive attention and suppression. I must seize the time to break through to a true immortal."

"Huh, the rumors from the outside world are probably fueled by Moonlight. This officer is still valuable now, but he must find a way to deal with it in the future. Bai He is not a kind person, but behind him is the Shura tribe. It's not good now.

Let’s start.”

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"The inheritance of King Suddhodana is like a rich delicacy. Everyone holds the Tachyon to share and eat it. I am destined to be unable to eat it all. I can only remove the dregs and extract the essence, such as love stones, relics, etc.

, it will be of great help to future triumphal meetings.”

Manjusri exhaled and walked out of the lone house. It was drizzling outside.

The smell of earth and vegetation hits your face, filling your nose with freshness and moisture.

There were thousands of thoughts in his mind, and his eyes were far away, looking towards Mount Sumeru.

"Calculating the time, many disciples have already arrived at Mount Sumeru. I wonder if these two saints can use the Jade Scale Tower as a test like they did in their previous lives."

The next day.

In the northernmost part of Vientiane Forest, there is a vast ocean with rolling waves.

This is a fragment of the South China Sea.

The sea is filled with majestic water, imprisoned by the power of the universe, and there are countless green-faced and fanged yakshas, ​​eating fish and shrimp heartily.

They were tall and majestic, with blue and rough skin. They tore into the tender fish meat with big mouthfuls, letting the blood spray freely on their bodies.

Screaming sounds sounded one after another, and the Yashas opened their bloody mouths and continued to let out dull roars.

"Hahaha, boys, these striped seabass are delicious and plump, just suitable for enjoying in this climate. After we eat and drink happily, we will chop off Manjusri's dog head."

The blue-eyed king lay inside the clam shell, with his breasts exposed and his mask looking fierce, shouting loudly.

He looks ugly, his face is covered with abscesses, and he has a round and plump little pumpkin on his head. He looks strong, but in fact he is indeed an old monster that has survived for 400,000 years.

According to common sense, the Blue-Eyed King's lifespan has long been exhausted, and he has turned into loess and dissipated between heaven and earth.

But over the course of countless Yuanhui years, countless creatures who are afraid of death have created countless ways to extend their lifespan.

The Blue Eyed King is the beneficiary here.

His realm has reached a shackle, and it is difficult to extend his lifespan through breakthroughs, so he found a new way to create a method of repaying others. He colluded with the ghosts of the underworld to plunder the lives of others and store them in the pumpkin above his head.

If you use 20% yourself, the ghost behind it will account for 80%, thus achieving the effect of prolonging your life.

This method is contrary to the harmony of nature. Although it can prolong life, it is difficult to break through the shackles, and you will remain at the peak of immortality for the rest of your life.

The sea has changed, things have changed, and the Blue-Eyed King has matured in old age and has rich experience. He travels around the mountains and mountains all year round, guiding the younger generations and teaching newcomers. He has a good reputation in the magic way.
To be continued...