Xingyuan's body fell to the ground, but the doubts in his eyes became more intense.
He could feel his vitality being rapidly depleted, and blood spurting out from the wound as if it were free.
At this moment, from his right shoulder to half of his waist, there was no trace.
It was like being cut in half with the sharpest weapon, the wound was extremely smooth.
It's like pork that has been frozen hard and then cut in half.
"What...what is this?" Xing Yuan asked in surprise, but his voice was a little weaker than Lin Ji's.
"The universe is in the sleeves." Lin Ji responded, but couldn't help laughing anymore, "Hahaha...ahem, it's really interesting! I thought this magical power was just useless, but I didn't expect it to have such a magical effect!"
At this moment, the missing half of Xingyuan's body was in Lin Ji's sleeves.
Compared to extremely powerful means such as the She Shen Sword and the Thunder-inducing Sword Art, the inconspicuous Qiankun in the Sleeve is the most difficult to prevent, especially when unprepared, it is the most effective.
Lin Ji struggled to get up and limped to Xingyuan's side.
"You...you are a lowly pig, Tantric Buddhism will not let you go." Xingyuan used his last strength to murmur.
As he finished speaking, his eyes finally lost focus.
After Xingyuan died, Lin Ji finally felt the severe pain in his body after taking a breath.
But the Resurrection Pill was still in the Qiankun in the Sleeves, and there was no aura in his body at this time, so he could not open the space of the Qiankun in the Sleeves again.
There is no time to enjoy the joy of killing enemies across borders.
"First...get out of here first."
Lin Ji reluctantly climbed out of the pit and looked around.
It's a hilly area with no edge in sight.
But when he was in heaven, he vaguely remembered the direction of the road.
Following his memory, he dragged his severely injured and painful body forward slowly.
He tried to restore his spiritual energy, but the meridians on his body were in pieces. Every time a little spiritual energy gathered in his Dantian, it would be used to repair the damage to the meridians.
"This is the first time for such a serious injury."
Lin Ji faltered.
"The monks who crossed the border and killed the sixth realm should be able to boast for a long time."
He finds joy in suffering.
For no reason, he thought of Zhong Xiaoyan who was still in Xiangzhou.
Thinking of that girl's pretty face and her bad yet lovely character.
Lin Ji suddenly realized something.
"This should...not...a revolving door."
"If I were an ordinary fifth-level monk, I should be cold by now. But after all, I have cultivated the true dragon body... I should not be able to die..."
Thoughts popped up randomly in his mind, and Lin Ji felt that his vision was getting blurry.
Finally, he walked off the beaten path and onto the road.
But this also consumed the little energy he had left.
Before he fell on the roadside and passed out, he seemed to vaguely see a motorcade slowly approaching in the distance.
After that, he lost consciousness.
…
Sakya Temple.
Tallinn, the tallest tower in the center.
The top floor of the tower is a space without any light.
There were faint gasps that sounded and fell rhythmically in the darkness.
Suddenly, a glimmer of light illuminated the darkness.
It was a young-looking monk, kneeling on a somewhat primitive futon, silently reciting obscure scriptures.
Suddenly, the young monk opened his eyes.
He clasped his hands together and knelt on the ground with a respectful expression.
"Mizhang welcomes my lord, my lord is merciful."
Vaguely, a humanoid figure with a ferocious face appeared in front of Evil Buddha Mizhang.
Just like the phantom he used when he and Lin Ji fought tooth and nail.
The shadow just existed, and there was no movement other than that.
But Mizhang seemed to sense something, and his expression became more and more respectful, but besides the respect, it was also mixed with a bit of strange complexity.
After a long time, the shadow gradually dissipated.
Mi Zhang stood up and sat cross-legged on the futon again.
"My lord, I am only in the third realm now. How can I get that Lin Ji?"
There was a bit of complaint in his tone. If he hadn't been sure that the Bodhisattva had never paid attention to him, he would never have dared to be so disrespectful.
"Give me my freedom?"
"My lord, that's what you said thousands of years ago."
"I long to become a Buddha, so you teach me the Double Body Dharma."
"I longed to destroy the good body and merge it into one, so I came up with the Nine Provinces Dragon Vein thing."
"Now I just want to live without fighting against the world, so you promised me freedom."
"It's been a thousand years..."
While talking to himself, Mizhang's tone became more humble.
He could clearly see all the deeds of his previous good deeds and delusions from this high tower.
But precisely because of this, he, who should have obeyed the advice of the Bodhisattva who gave him everything, finally felt a little shaken in his heart.
"It turns out that even a Bodhisattva doesn't know everything."
"Xing Chi, what do you want to do?"
"You...how dare you go against Bodhisattva?"
"How could you do it?"
"And what can I...get?"
Once the distracting thoughts arise in the mind, they are difficult to dissipate.
Soon, the dark space at the top of the tower once again fell into extreme silence.
The only thing that was different from the beginning was Mi Zhang's breathing.
At this moment, there was no sound of breathing anymore.
…
Victoria, somewhere among the mountains and forests.
With a smile on Xing Chi's face, he was strolling in the mountains and forests.
A clear pool appeared in front of him.
Seeing the clear pool, the smile on his face became a little brighter, his feet became faster, and after a few steps, he stepped into the pool.
It didn't cause any disturbance.
He felt a bit cold, and his whole body had entered a hidden ghost realm.
"King of Ghosts."
"You came."
The voice of Liangcheng Ghost King sounded.
Immediately afterwards, Xing Chi felt himself being pulled forward. After a moment, he had arrived in front of the Ghost King of Liangcheng.
"How are you doing with your affairs?"
"It went smoothly." Xing Chi smiled and narrowed his eyes.
"This is just the beginning, why are you so happy?"
Xing Chi shook his head.
"You do not understand."
"That's why I asked."
"What I'm happy about is not just that things went well, but that I conquered the fear that I've had for thousands of years."
Saying that, Xing Chi took a deep breath.
The cold ghost energy was sucked into his body, but he looked like he was enjoying it.
Obviously he is a living person, so this ghostly energy will only harm him.
But he just smiled more and more freely.
"It's like the knot in my heart has been broken, and my state of mind has improved to a higher level." Xing Chi said with a smile, "It won't take long for my body to break through to the seventh realm."
Hearing this, the Ghost King suddenly realized.
"So that's it. You've made great progress in your cultivation. It's normal to be happy."
Xing Chi did not correct the Ghost King's words. This cannot be explained clearly in a few words.
"Where's Mr. Gao?"
"Going to meet his old men."
The Ghost King said expressionlessly: "If you want to destroy the Tantric Sect, you will need the help of Supervisor Tiansi."
After a pause, the Ghost King looked deeply at Xing Chi.
"I hope the harvest is as rich as you said."
"Monks don't lie."
"Not even a three-year-old child would believe this kind of nonsense."