Luo Yuan remained silent, but he still had hatred in his heart, but it disappeared a lot. Instead, it was sympathy and helplessness, and even more fearful.

"It is impossible, the disciple does not believe it. The disciple firmly believes that I am still me and there will be no change. What Buddhism refers to and what the heart wants is the original self, there will be no change." The young monk who said before was speechless and spoke in a daze. Then he stepped forward resolutely. He wanted to experiment with it himself, and he wanted to prove that he is still him and never changed.

He stared at Luo Yuan and spoke with a respectful look: "Senior, the little monk has a request, I wonder if it is possible?"

Luo Yuan sighed lightly and nodded: "I know what you mean, but maybe there is a way to resolve it, so why should you?"

The young monk shook his head and said, "What the little monk's heart is to be with one mind is to the Buddha. If he is with one mind, where is it different? In the samsara, he will accompany the Buddha forever, recite the true scriptures forever, and reveal his Buddha nature. If I am no longer me, my heart will no longer be with the Buddha, and living is meaningless. If he even acts that are so ruthless and violates the precepts, this will be more painful for the little monk than death."

"But if this is true, I will turn around and leave, and I will not hurt every grass, every tree, or every life here." Luo Yuan nodded and sighed.

"Thank you, senior, since that's the case, the little monk is on the way." The young monk bowed to Luo Yuan, then put his hands together, recited the scriptures in his mouth and stepped out slowly.

The Abbot Kugu looked at his disciple and couldn't help but shake his head, sighed, and then recited the Buddha's name in his mouth, unable to bear to look at it.

Above the sky, the Nascent Soul monks stared at the young monk intently, and they all wanted to witness the strange change with their own eyes.

The young monk slowly stepped forward, chanting scriptures in his mouth, turning into characters and lines to suppress himself. A golden bell formed outside his body, holding him in it and moving forward with Buddhism.

Ten feet, hundreds, thousands of feet. Just as the moment when I stepped out a thousand feet, a wisp of black mist suddenly emerged, rose from the earth, and then wrapped around the appearance of the golden bell.

Luo Yuan narrowed his eyes, and he had not even seen clearly when the black fog appeared, it was too abrupt.

"What kind of monster is this? It's so weird. I have never heard of this record. This wisp of black fog is just that I can't see through, and I feel a threat and an instinctive resistance. It seems to have a slight connection with my Wanzhu Puppet technique. It seems to be related to the word "mourning and death", but I don't know how it is." Old Man Wanzhu narrowed his eyes slightly, and looked at the black fog, and felt horrified.

Luo Yuan did not speak, but stared at the black mist carefully. Then, he frowned slightly, and a sword energy snapped down with a snap of his finger, falling towards the black mist, trying to peel it off.

However, the black fog seemed to have a spirit, dispersed itself when the sword energy was approaching, and then condensed again. At this moment, the black fog seemed to have rebounded, and suddenly rushed about a foot high, penetrated the golden bell. Then it attached to the body of the young monk, letting the runes spread and the Buddha's voice rumbling. It seemed unaffected and penetrated into the young monk's eyebrows.

Luo Yuan's pupils suddenly shrank. The black fog was too mysterious, giving him a sense of powerlessness. It seemed that there was no way between heaven and earth to restrain it, but it was just a small wisp, and his sword energy was helpless.

He recited Buddhist scriptures with his dry bones, and tears fell from his eyes. He knew that his disciples were no longer his disciples, but were replaced.

"How could this be? This is impossible!" For a moment, the monks in the 480 temples were shocked and boiling. They could not believe that such strange changes would occur on their bodies. However, they did not know that they were chanting scriptures over and over again, without any feeling.

In just a moment, the golden bell outside the young monk dissipated and stepped out of it. He was no longer him. At this time, he was covered in black mist and evil spirits were as strong as a ghost coming out of the Nine Netherworlds. His eyes were as dark as ink, and the black light flowed outside his body, looking at the sky.

"What are you?" Luo Yuan stared at his eyes and spoke coldly. He was secretly shocked. There was a strange power in his eyes, which could make people lose themselves. If someone lacks cultivation, looking at him may instantly sink and lose his mind.

"I, the Dharma name Tulu, this is my first time stepping out of the Black Evil Temple. Seniors are such a big battle, and I can't bear it. If there is nothing else, I will leave first." Tulu said, grinning and revealing his teeth, which made me feel chill.

"Pretend to be a ghost and suppress it." Luo Yuan finished speaking, snorted coldly, and pressed down from the air.

The slaughtering expression suddenly changed, and the body was like a mountain carrying a thousand feet of water. He knelt on the ground and couldn't get up. His bones crackled and broke from time to time, and there were even strands of black blood flowing down the corners of his mouth, which was really infiltrating.

"Is even the blood infected? But in a flash, how strange it is? There is horror hidden under this earth. What should we do? Should we evacuate immediately?" Master Yuanli spoke in a deep voice. He has always been a dead fellow Taoist who is not dead. When he saw this situation, what he thought of first was to protect himself.

"Old ghost Wanzhu, you can try using the Wanzhu Puppet technique to see if it can lead to other changes. With Xiaoya here, we can escape unstoppable." Luo Yuan's eyes narrowed and he didn't pay attention to Master Yuanli.

"Little devil, are you sure? This is like ignoring the fire. If it angers the existence under the earth, I am afraid that I will not be able to take it." Old Man Wan Zhu spoke fearfully.

Luo Yuan pondered slightly, then said, "It's okay, I think the existence under this earth is dormant. If it weren't for this, I'm afraid I'll be erased when I set foot here."

"Well, this statement makes sense. If this horror could come out, the Wuya Sea must have been in chaos. The State of Zhao could not stop it at all." Zhou Heng spoke estimated.

"Okay, then try it." Old Man Wan Zhu gritted his teeth, then his cultivation level was urging, and he murmured. His hands kept slapping seals, covering the slaughter. Thousands of patterns appeared in the sky, and even more trembling with the great way. Immediately afterwards, a yin and yang map appeared in the sky, connecting the heaven and earth, condensing the aura from the sky and hanging. Then it turned into a strange mark, scattering faint black light, and was transforming into the ink color, which could swallow people's minds.

The mark was imprinted at the middle of Maudou's eyebrows. In an instant, the black mist around Maudou condensed and poured into the mark condensed by Maudou. Both seem to have the same origin, both of which have the power to wipe people's minds, and they are strange.

"I have seen the Wanzhu Puppet Technique a little back then. It is to refine people into puppets, and naturally we have to erase our minds. But the black fog is different now. It can make people have another spiritual intelligence. When we step back to the 480 temple, golden light shines, and the self appears. But when we step out of the 480 temple, the black fog rises, and transforms from Buddha into demons, and loses suppression, the demonic energy rages. The existence hidden under this earth is definitely not something we can do to force and withdraw now." Luo Yuan spoke decisively.

The slaughter seemed to have been absorbed by the mark of Old Man Wan Zhu, but in fact it was a collision and was wiped out by each other. The slaughter was still a slaughter and did not transform into the young monk full of Buddha nature. What rose above his body was not the golden light of Buddhism, but the murderous intent and evil spirit.

Luo Yuan did not kill him, but threw Massacre back into the 480 temples. Massacre figure flew back, but his talent was like a temple, and his black fog disappeared, returning to the earth, and becoming the young monk full of Buddha nature again. His eyes were lost. Although he had no memory of what he had done, he could feel some vague changes in himself.

And from the eyes of those brothers, he understood that he had indeed had such a strange change.

He turned his eyes to Luo Yuan, and Luo Yuan shook his head and sighed: "With my current cultivation level, I can't help you. In the future, you may be able to let you get rid of the weirdness. At this moment, we are about to leave, and the things below are not something we can mess with now."

"The old monk is grateful to the donor for this. From now on, the 480 temples will be here and will not go out again. The monks only want to accompany the green lamp Buddha statue, recite scriptures from time to time, and save this place." The abbot of the dry bone spoke like he accepted his fate.

"Leave, go to the evil mansion and kill all the enemies. I don't believe it. Could it be that the evil mansion has such a strange thing? Just one of the later sects that has been established for only two thousand years, and one will not stay." Luo Yuan's eyes opened and murderous intent burst out. With a command, the three warships turned around and wanted to leave.

However, just as they were about to leave, suddenly, black fog rose under the earth, and a black fog like smoke rose into the sky. It seemed to be able to exaggerate the blue sky, bury the sun and the moon, and bury the stars in the sky. This black fog had no vitality at all. From a distance, it was not much different from the curling smoke from mortals. However, its meaning could make the cultivators tremble.

Even as strong as Luo Yuan and Dan Tai Xuanya, their faces changed and they did not dare to snatch the edges. A wisp of black mist could swallow the golden elixir monks. The intensity of this was like smoke from cooking was that even if the god-transforming monks came, they would change their color.

"This, fellow Taoists, let the black fog approach, otherwise everything will be hard to say. There will be ominous and weird upper body, and it will be a great terror." Master Yuanli spoke immediately. He was the most despised among the monks.

Liu Geqiu was the most afraid of death among the Yuanying people. He nodded in a hurry, and then bombarded him with one blow, trying to shake the black fog.

"Xiao Ya, Jade Slip." Luo Yuan spoke with a serious look on his face. This matter was beyond his expectations, but if you think about it carefully, it might be that the Wanzhu Puppet technique used by the old man Wan Zhu attracted the attention of the existence under the earth, so he wanted to keep the cultivators.

When Dan Tai Xuanya heard this, she immediately stepped out, took out a jade slip from the storage bag, and crushed it suddenly. The gray air flowed, swallowing all the breath within a radius of thousands of miles, and competing with the black fog.
Chapter completed!