On the coast, everyone in Taixu Hall was trembling with fear. The scene where the black fire burned their bodies just now was really terrifying, almost like a scene from hell, so miserable. Everyone was stunned and horrified.
If you are tainted with a little bit of black fire, you will be burned up and completely wiped out. What a terrifying scene. If everyone here can survive today, I am afraid this will become a nightmare for them all their lives, unforgettable day and night.
Xia Mang's face was expressionless. He held the Xuanqing sword in his hand and approached everyone step by step.
His steps were not fast and light, but each step seemed to step on the hearts of everyone in Taixu Hall, making them tremble and their livers and gallbladders burst.
"Xia Mang, don't bully others too much!"
The leader gritted his teeth, looked fiercely, and threatened Xia Mang: "Your black fire is indeed weird, but we, the Nine Transformation Realm experts, are not vegetarians. If we fight back before death, we will definitely drag you to death!"
Among this group of people, the weakest one has also broken free from one shackles of the human body and is the first cultivator. The strongest one is the leading man. This man has broken free from four shackles and is much stronger than the ghost lie.
You should know that for cultivators, as long as they break free from the shackles of the human body, they are collectively called Nine Transformation Realm cultivators, and they are divided into "several transformations" based on how many shackles they have broken free from.
More than a dozen cultivators of the Nine Transformations came out together, and even if Xia Mang had the mysterious "Black Fire" to protect his body, he might not be able to get away with it, and would inevitably end up with a miserable ending.
Xia Mang's mind was racing, but his face remained calm as he continued to approach everyone. There was a sudden mist in his clear eyes, but there was no murderous intention.
In fact, after using the "black fire" in his heart, his body became extremely weak, as if he had been drained of energy. If it were not for the effect of the "meat soup" he drank before and the mental support, he would have fallen down long ago.
Fainted.
But his powerful enemy is right in front of him, so naturally he can't pass out. Even if he really wants to "knock him down", it will only be after killing all these people!
By holding on, he was "taking advantage" of the previous black fire's "power", and then took advantage of this opportunity to drive these people away and kill them all!
He has good calculations, but some people want to hold him back.
Everyone in Taixu Hall stared at Xia Mang closely, their expressions changing, with panic, fear, and murderous intent flashing one after another.
"What are you afraid of?"
Suddenly, the strange old man spoke and sneered: "This kid is just trying to hold on, and is at the end of his strength. Do you really think he can use the black fire of midsummer again?"
Xia Mang's expression suddenly changed, he turned around and looked at the strange old man.
Everyone in Taixu Hall was also stunned and looked at each other. Xia Mang's indifferent and calm appearance did not seem like he was at the end of his fight. They suspected that the strange old man was bluffing them and hesitated in their hearts.
"Senior, you have gone too far!" Xia Mang stared at the strange old man and said coldly: "You can eat and drink this pot of broth as long as you want, but you still want to undermine me, don't you feel ashamed?"
"The old man is helping you." The strange old man shook his head.
"Help me?" Xia Mang narrowed his eyes.
"The Midsummer Black Fire is your original heart fire. Every time you use it, it will damage the original point." The strange old man looked at Xia Mang and said seriously: "Every time you use the Midsummer Black Fire, you are attacking
The edge of self-destruction is approaching!”
"Self-destruction?" Xia Mang's pupils shrank suddenly, "Midsummer Black Fire? Senior seems to know a lot of secrets."
He only knew how to ignite a wisp of fire in his heart, which was called "heart fire". He only knew a little about the rest, and he had never heard of the term "black fire in midsummer".
"It's just a coincidence that I know some ancient legends."
The strange old man sighed and said to Xia Mang: "The black fire is too mysterious and unpredictable. I heard that those who control the black fire in midsummer, every time they kill someone and burn them with black fire, their origin will add a ray of evil.
In the end, he became evil and turned into a demon, completely heading towards the point of no return..."
Xia Mang's expression changed completely. He knew that the black fire was strange, but he didn't expect it to be so evil!
"You should be careful when using Midsummer Black Fire!"
The strange old man stared at Xia Mang and said sincerely: "In the future, you need to stick to your heart day and night, resist the evil nature of black fire at all times, and kill less animals to reduce karma..."
"Kill less?" Xia Mang snorted coldly, "Senior, what do you think of me practicing Buddhism?"
"That's great!"
The strange old man's eyes suddenly brightened, and he said with a smile: "If you are willing to put aside your grudges and devote yourself to practicing Buddhism, I will make an exception and accept you as a disciple, old man, and teach you the essence of Buddhism that the old man has learned through meditation for many years."
"Are you really an old monk from Prajna Temple?" Xia Mang frowned. He had suspected before that this old guy came here strangely, and this place is the boundary of Prajna Temple. This strange old man probably ran away from Prajna Temple.
of.
"Amitabha." The strange old man clasped his hands together and proclaimed the Buddha's name, but his messy weedy hair and dirty appearance did not have the slightest trace of Buddhist treasures*.
"Holy monk, save me!" When everyone in Taixu Hall heard that the strange old man was a monk from Prajna Temple, they couldn't help but be ecstatic, as if they had grasped a life-saving straw, and shouted for help.
The strange old man shook his head and said with a smile: "He is at the end of his strength and cannot use the Black Fire of Midsummer again. With your cultivation, why do you need the old man to save him?"
This strange old man is also a weirdo of Buddhism. From the time he appeared until now, except for reciting the Buddha's name, he didn't look like a monk at all.
Everyone was stunned, and then suddenly realized, yes, without the black fire, Xia Mang is nothing. They are just in the Origin Realm. If they send one at will, they can shoot him to death!
They looked at Xia Mang, their minds began to become active, and their eyes once again had a fierce light.
"All culpable sins are in the original mind." The strange old man glanced at the people in Taixu Hall, stopped laughing, and said calmly: "Knowing that the sea of suffering is boundless, but still unwilling to stop and look back, you will all go to Abi Hell.
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Everyone changed their color.
Xia Mang was speechless. This weird old man wouldn't let him kill anyone, and even warned the group not to attack him. Is he here to make trouble?
"Old guy, what do you want to do?" Xia Mang stared at the strange old man and snorted coldly: "If you come to help me, Xia Mang will naturally be grateful and accept your favor. But if you stop me, don't blame me for being ruthless under the sword!"
He had never had a good impression of the old monk from Prajna Temple, and after confirming the old guy's identity, his words showed even less respect.
"Stop you from becoming a demon." The strange old man said.
"Oh?" Xia Mang raised his eyebrows, "You won't stop me from killing?"
"The old man said that you should kill less, but he didn't say that you are not allowed to kill." The strange old man said to Xia Mang: "In Buddhism, there are Bodhisattvas with kind brows and Vajra with angry eyes. Some people deserve to die, so why kill them?"
He glanced at the people in Taixu Palace and said with a smile: "But you must pay attention to your sense of propriety. Don't go too far, and let yourself fall into the wrong path completely, and you will never be able to turn back."
The expressions of everyone in Taixu Hall changed again.
Xia Mang looked at the strange old man and said with a strange expression: "You really don't look like a monk."
The strange old man chuckled and said, "Laughing and cursing are all Buddhas. Of course, old man, I am different from those guys."
"Now I want to kill them, will you stop me?" Xia Mang pointed his sword at those people in Taixu Palace.
"Of course not." The strange old man said. The expressions of everyone in Taixu Hall changed drastically, and the strange old man smiled again and said, "It's a pity that you are at the end of your game, how can you still kill people?"
"That will cause trouble for the holy monk!"
Xia Mang narrowed his eyes at the strange old man and suddenly said: "Your Buddhist family has a method of calming spiritual powers. If you help me, wouldn't it be easy for me to kill them?"
"You want me to help you?" The strange old man was stunned.
Xia Mang nodded, narrowed his eyes and smiled: "You are also a Buddhist monk after all. Naturally, I don't dare to ask you to kill people. You just need to use your magical power to stop them, and then..."
He glanced at the people in Taixu Hall whose expressions changed drastically and said, "I'll kill them!"