On a strangely shaped lonely peak about twenty miles away from Xitianling Mountain, there are strange rocks and grass. Although this mountain is not high, it seems particularly abrupt among the continuous mountains around it. The biggest feature of this mountain is reflected in the word "solar", because it is surrounded by thousands of feet of gullies and abyss, and the nearest mountain is also three miles away. It is near dusk, and the fiery sunset vents the remaining light and heat without reservation on this ancient and magical land of the Buddha Realm. The continuous mountains are bathed in a bloody sunlight, accompanied by the melodious bell sounds from the temples in the distance, making it look particularly solemn and lonely.

There is a huge round smooth stone slab on the top of the mountain, engraved with various strange Sanskrit and Buddha statues, which seems to be very famous. Moreover, a faint purple-gold light faintly appeared above the stone slab, adding a bit of mystery. However, the stone slab has obviously experienced a very long time and has been eroded by countless sun and rain, wind, frost, snow and dew. The originally integrated stone has already appeared on the surface of the stone, mottled cracks and dark red moss, exuding ancient and mysterious colors.

A thick stone pillar that shook the sky was towering in the center of the stone slab. The stone pillar was very high and abrupt. From a distance, it looked like a sharp sword piercing the sky. A few huge vultures hovered above the stone pillar, shining with bright black light, and the sharp claws as hard as steel reflected a blood-red cold light in the sunset. The sharp bird beak with hooks kept making desolate and long screams, setting off the surrounding environment.

The vultures seemed to be nostalgic and fearing something, and circled back and forth around the stone pillars. What shot out from their eyes was endless greed and ferocity. A skinny old man was tied with iron chains on the thick stone pillars. In fact, it was enough to say that it was a man, because he looked like a skeleton, not a person with fresh blood. His hair fell off, revealing his pale scalp, and a hole was broken on the cover of Tianling, which was covered with red and white brain and bone marrow. Looking at his face, it seemed like the dried orange peel, which was too thin to be human.

Especially those eyes were scary, and their eyes were cut off alive, leaving only empty eyes. Two lines of blood and tears fell from their eyes, shocking. The shriveled and thin lips were pale and pale, without a trace of anger. However, the face did not look hideous and angry, but instead had a peaceful and calm temperament. The moon-white cassock had been broken into several pieces of rags and could not be covered. There were countless traces of biting on their body, and the flesh was blurred, and the thick bones could be seen in many parts. His hands were kept in a clasped shape, and his whole body looked like a dry statue.

The target of those vultures was the dying old man. In fact, every evening, these hungry vultures would fly out in groups and make a living by pecking at the old man's flesh and blood. A few years passed, and the vultures died one after another. However, although the old man was tortured to death, he was still alive. Perhaps he was no longer angry, but he seemed to have an idea to support him.

What vultures really fear is not the old man, because their bodies have been tied to stone pillars by the ten thousand-year-old iron chains and are slaughtered by others. What they fear is the "monk" beside the old man. He is said to be a monk because he is a bald man, wearing a purple-gold robe, with gray eyebrows and beard. This man is tall, with thick eyebrows and huge eyes, and his face is full of flesh, and he is not angry and powerful. If he is not wearing a cassock, he is afraid that he will be a bandit who blocks the road. He sits cross-legged beside the old man, puts his hands on his knees, his eyes slightly closed, but he opens his eyes from time to time to time and looks at the vultures, with a hint of cold light coming out of his eyes.

Suddenly, one of the vultures could not help it, shaking their wings and pounced towards the old man like an arrow. The monk's ear moved, but no movement. The vulture brutally teared off a piece of flesh from the old man's already thin shoulders and flew into the air with satisfaction, disappearing into the vast twilight. The old man trembled for a moment, but did not make any sound. The few blood left flowed down from the biting wound and was dried in the blink of an eye.

Seeing the vulture swaying away, the other vultures couldn't care about so many, and they tweeted and rushed towards the old man.

At this moment, the monk suddenly opened his eyes, revealing a pair of bloodthirsty eyes with blood-red light, and said to himself: "You beasts!" Then, he stretched out his thick palm and grabbed the vultures that were pounced on in the sky. Suddenly, the vultures seemed to be strangled by invisible giant hands, making shrill screams. The vultures' feathers began to fall off, and then the flesh and blood were sucked dry by an invisible mouth, leaving only dry bones left. As the monk's palm was retracted, the dry bones hung weakly to the ground and landed under the old man's body. There were thousands of broken bones piled up there.

After dealing with a few vultures, the monk glanced at the old man, sighed, and closed his eyes again.

Not long after the monk meditated, a sad and clear whistle came from the sky.

The monk opened his eyes again and looked into the sky, with a deep sense of surprise. He saw a red light flashing in the sky at some point, flying towards the top of the mountain. After a while, the red light reached the sky above the top of the mountain. After a flash, a beautiful green-robed girl appeared, and a bloody man was still holding in her arms.

The girl's face looked anxious and her tears were not dry. She looked charming and adorable. She tried to approach the mountain many times, but seemed to be stopped by an invisible wall of air.

The girl also discovered the monk on the mountain and shouted anxiously: "Old monk, where is this place? How could there be a defensive formation?"

The monk's mouth twitched, staring at the girl without saying a word.

The girl was Xiao Yeyue. Since Yang Tianxing was attacked by two Bodhisattvas, Manjushri and Ksitigarbha, with despicable means, Xiao Yeyue took Yang Tianxing to find a safe place to heal. Yang Tianxing's meridians were completely cut off and his vitality was gone. The Nascent Soul was also severely damaged. If he had not been treated as soon as possible, it would have been completely wiped out in several hours. Xiao Yeyue originally wanted to take Yang Tianxing to Jiutian for treatment, but time was urgent, and he was afraid that going to Jiutian would delay the time, so she had to find a safe place nearby. So she discovered the mountain, but she didn't expect that the mountain had a mystery, and there was a mysterious defense array outside. In desperation, she couldn't crack it and had to ask the monk.

Xiao Yeyue hugged Yang Tianxing's gradually cold body tightly, feeling anxious. Seeing that the monk kept silent, she had to calm down and start the defensive formation in front of her.

The defensive formation was very ancient, formed tens of thousands of years ago, but Xiao Yeyue herself was an ancient divine beast. She was born in the Chaos Age. No matter how old the years were, it was a future and the past. Not long after, she found the array eye of the defensive formation, flashed in, and landed on the mountain with Yang Tianxing in her arms.

The monk was very surprised and looked up at Xiao Yeyue with an incredible look on his face. He had been studying this defensive array for thousands of years, but he had never found a way to crack it. Now it was cracked by a young girl so easily. Why didn't he feel ashamed?

"How did you crack it?" the monk swallowed and asked.

Xiao Yeyue had no intention of talking to the monk at this time. When she heard this, she ignored Yang Tianxing and just placed Yang Tianxing carefully on the stone slab, reached out to caress her face that had been through vicissitudes. Thinking of Yang Tianxing's ups and downs in her life, she couldn't help but feel sad and tears flowed down her face.

The monk looked at Yang Tianxing strangely, frowned and looked at him, and said, "This man is no longer saved."

Xiao Yeyue raised her green eyebrows, turned her pretty face and looked at the monk with hatred, and said angrily: "If you don't speak, no one thinks you are a mute! No one in your Buddhist world is a good thing, they are all despicable and shameless people!" She was so angry that she trembled all over when she thought of Manjushri and Ksitigarbha's despicable methods. If she hadn't been worried about Yang Tianxing's injuries, she would have wished she could kill and burn the Western Lingshan Mountain.

To her surprise, the monk smiled when he heard this and murmured: "Good scolding, good scolding!"

Xiao Yeyue was surprised, looked at the monk, frowned and said, "Aren't you a person in the Buddhist world?"

When the monk heard this, he smiled sadly and angryly, and his powerful true energy broke out of the air, shaking the entire mountain trembled.

Xiao Yeyue glanced at the monk, turned her head to look at Yang Tianxing, and said softly: "Crazy!"

Yang Tianxing's face was frighteningly pale, and the robe on his chest and shoulder blades were broken, revealing two light golden handprints, which were the marks left by Manjushri and Ksitigarbha.

The laughter gradually subsided, and the monk's old voice suddenly sounded in Xiao Yeyue's ears.

"Has he been killed by the Tathagata's magic palm and the Arhat's magic fist?" The monk's voice was filled with a little bit of surprise.

Xiao Yeyue nodded, but did not turn to look at him. She was using her spiritual sense to inquire about Yang Tianxing's injuries.

The monk seemed to be interested and said again: "His meridians have been completely broken, and the Nascent Soul is about to leave his body. No one in the world can save him. Girl, see that you are so sad, who is he?"

Xiao Yeyue was suffocated by the monk's question, pondered for a while, and said softly: "He is the person I love." This was the first time she revealed her voice to others.

The monk saw Xiao Yeyue's expression in his eyes and murmured: "Since ancient times, there are many emotions and only few hatreds, and this hatred will last forever."

Xiao Yeyue's delicate body trembled when she heard this, and she said nothing, but her movements of stroking Yang Tianxing's face became gentler.

The mountain wind whirred, lifting Xiao Yeyue's red hair, as beautiful as a fairy in the clouds.

Suddenly, Xiao Yeyue stood up suddenly, took a deep breath, and a decisive look appeared on her pretty face.

The monk suddenly became stunned and saw that although Xiao Yeyue was covered in blood, the skin on his jade face was even white as snow. Although his expression was cold, he was full of sternity and gracefulness. He had never seen such a stunning appearance, and he was stunned for a moment.

Sensing that the monk was staring at him, Xiao Yeyue also looked back at him and showed a sad smile.

When the monk was taken by her, his heart suddenly became cold, and an indescribable feeling spread to his heart. Seeing the sad smile on Xiao Yeyue's face and looking at her long red hair stirred by the wind, it was like seeing a sad rose, blooming sad petals in the desolate twilight. Especially her indescribable eyes, it seemed that all the sadness and tenderness in the world were integrated into it, and he actually felt an inexplicable sadness surged into his heart.

For thousands of years, he has never had such a sensual side. His passion and pride have long been worn down by the years. All he has accompanied him is this lonely mountain and the bleak stone pillar.

Xiao Yeyue was deeply impressed by Yang Tianxing's face full of vicissitudes and longing, and ripples appeared in her heart. She had been with Yang Tianxing for twenty years, and no one knew Yang Tianxing better than her. Even Han Yixiao, who was the same brothers as Yang Tianxing, could not see through him, but she could always feel every subtle change in Yang Tianxing's emotions. In her opinion, Yang Tianxing's life has experienced ups and downs, and it is already a huge exception to be able to live until now. He has lived for others, for his relatives, for his brothers, and for his friends. He has always wandered all over his life. In addition to the underworld, his footprints are spread all over Brahma, and even the nine heavens have his breath left.

Han Yixiao was different. The strict Demon Palace eventually became Han Yixiao's permanent support, while Yang Tianxing had no home and was a prodigal son destined to wander. He was not passionate, but there were always some people fascinated by him, day and night, and these people included herself. However, in Yang Tianxing's elm head, no woman could occupy his heart. He seemed to be unable to tolerate anyone except Han Yixiao, the eldest brother. Until the moment he was "death", he was still muttering about Han Yixiao. She even wondered if she had known Yang Tianxing earlier than Han Yixiao, would Yang Tianxing care about himself as much as Han Yixiao?

The rupture of meridians is the greatest sorrow of a practitioner. This time no one can save Yang Tianxing. Apart from her, Xiao Yeyue, even if Han Yixiao kissed her, she would only watch his brothers scattered and powerless. Xiao Yeyue understood that she had practiced hundreds of thousands of Phoenix Divine Pills to save Yang Tianxing. Just like the demon dragon spirit of the demon dragon, Xiao Yeyue, who is also an ancient divine beast, also cultivated a divine pill, which was her lifelong essence condensation and her natal soul. The elixir is there, and the elixir is dead.

The next moment, under the monk's surprised gaze, Xiao Yeyue turned into a huge phoenix, which was her true body.

"So you are a phoenix." The monk looked at Xiao Yeyue soaring in the sky and sighed like this.

Fanning its huge wings, the phoenix kept crying in the sky. It circled around the sky above Yang Tianxing, and the crimson phoenix flame dyed the entire sky red.

The monk looked at the Phoenix for a long time, as if he understood something, kindly reminded him: "Girl, you have to think twice."

The phoenix stopped hovering, and his eyes fell on Yang Tianxing's face.

The monk was shocked. He clearly saw two lines of clear tears dripping from the phoenix's eyes and falling on the face of the big man.

Suddenly, Phoenix called out, "Old monk."

The sound was crisp and pleasant, but it felt a different feeling in the monk's ears.

The monk sighed and said, "Girl, tell me."

Phoenix glanced at Yang Tianxing and said quietly: "When he wakes up, tell him. He is the man I, Xiao Yeyue, loves deeply. I will not be able to do this in this life. I hope I will continue in the next life."

After saying that, without waiting for the monk to agree, she opened her mouth and spit out a bright red and shiny magic pill. The magic pill was the size of an egg, like a brightly colored ruby, shining with a gentle and holy light.

Under the monk's heartbroken gaze, the divine pill slowly sank into Yang Tianxing's chest and disappeared.

After a while, the phoenix shook the sky and let out a sarcastic cry, and the huge and beautiful bird body began to change. The colorful feathers began to turn into crystal light and dissipate in the air, followed by the body. After a while, all the bodies drifted with the wind and disappeared.

The mountain wind blows, and everything is like smoke and dreams.

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Han Yixiao finally used the demonic devour among the eight demonic forms. The black demon claws in the sky spread out layer by layer, like an endless black ocean.

Qi Zhan, who was surrounded by claws, could feel the horror of the demon. In front of him, he saw the peaks and cliffs all collapsed. In the eyes, the mountains and the ground were roaring, the stones were simmering, the sand melted, the water, fire, wind and thunder exploded. The corpses and countless flowers and trees all over the ground suddenly turned into countless ashes and flew up high, floating high above the strong wind and thunder, and the storm of demon flames. That feeling was like entering the Nine Nether Demon Prison, with visible and intangible demon shadows everywhere.

The powerful demonic aura spiraled up like a surging wave, and the protective body that hit him was so powerful that it made a metal clanging sound. Each blow was full of force, and even with his unseen body protection, he could not help but feel a huge shock. Every blow came down, he felt like he was punched, and his body felt a faint pain. So far, the demon claws in the sky were still not close to him.

A rare solemn look appeared on Qi Zhan's face. The next moment, his body swirled up like a top, and the sky sword in his hand suddenly slashed into the void. Suddenly, a golden light flashed by, and the black sky curtain seemed to have broken through.

Just as Qi Zhan took out his sword, Han Yixiao suddenly felt a trembling rushing into his heart. Then, his eyes were filled with a flash and suddenly lost the trace of Qi Zhan. While he was shocked, he suddenly found that the clouds under his feet turned into thousands of blue waves, and they began to spin like a surging wave.

"How is it possible that he can escape under the eight styles of Demonic Era?" Han Yixiao's inner horror was simply undescribable. You know, his demon devour is the attack range of the eight styles of Demonic Era, which is second only to the last move of "Demons Dance". This move undoubtedly set up a net of heaven and earth around Qi Zhan. The continuous and delicate demonic spirits intertwined into a huge net to block the space around them, and the countless claw shadows were like barbs on the Internet, specifically used to kill the "fish in the net". Therefore, he thought that if Qi Zhan could break this move, it would have to pay an extremely heavy price. But now, Qi Zhan's seemingly ordinary sword seemed to change the entire situation.

Han Yixiao was shocked, thinking that he had been hit by the enemy's illusion, and he stared at him in a hurry, but there was still huge waves in front of him, and the water droplets splashing on him at this moment were so real, even with the salty smell of the sea. He was in a vast ocean, and the dangerous waves came from all directions. What made him even more incredible was that the sea was actually golden, as if it was stirred up by Qi Zhan's sword. Qi Zhan's whole person seemed to have turned into air and disappeared without a trace.

It seemed that the two of them had a strange scene everywhere, and the world was filled with dangers.

Qi Zhan's sword seemed to split the sky in half, the lower half was a golden ocean, and Han Yixiao's demonic devoured occupies the upper half of the sky, and wherever he saw it was covered with claws and shadows, pitch black, like a black sea of ​​demons. Such a strange scene gave birth to a ridiculous and bizarre feeling in everyone's eyes.

Han Yixiao's arrogant figure appeared at the junction of the two seas, with an extremely ferocious demon sky on his head and a golden wave on his feet.

Suddenly, a long and powerful roar came from the golden ocean. When the roar came, dozens of golden lights burst out from the golden sea, which were intertwined. The earth immediately appeared, reflecting the four outwards, and only turned into gold. The trained gold, like lightning, moved slightly in the air and connected to each other. It was only changed straight into horizontal and divided into three upper and lower layers, each layer was about hundreds of feet apart, and its length was more than a thousand feet apart, just like three long rainbows passing through the sky, crossing across the sky and running through the entire demon sky.

Under the rampant golden light, the demonic energy that Han Yixiao had worked hard to be broken by the three layers of too much spirit, and was about to fall apart. At first glance, Han Yixiao made a long roar of shock, and his body slowly flew into the sky. The blood qi swelled on his arrogant demon body, and a layer of black light appeared all over his body. He muttered words and prayed for a secret spell. With the sound of wind and thunder, countless dark essences were absorbed from tens of thousands of miles and transformed into a surging demonic energy.

Then, Han Yixiao suddenly stretched out a fist, and his fair fist gradually turned black, and a strange phenomenon appeared in the sky. In the sky above Han Yixiao's head, a blood-red flash kept flashing from the gaps in the clouds, and black lightning flashed overwhelmed. With the "Demon Fist" as the center, within a nearby radius of three or five miles, thick electric columns ruthlessly raging, destroying all objects at will. The three rainbows released by Qi Zhan were repeatedly slashed and bombarded by the electric columns, bursting out thousands of sparks, but they were always condensed but not dispersed.

Han Yixiao sneered and slapped his fist to hit the Jinhai under him. This move was Mokong, the seventh of the eight demonic styles. He suddenly saw that the demon claws in the sky were also snatching down with the punch, as if countless demon stars fell.

This was Han Yixiao's first move, and he didn't know how powerful it was. He only knew that he underestimated the strength of Qi Zhan, the world's number one master. Qi Zhan's cultivation level had reached an incredible level. The sword just now was extremely mysterious, and even with Han Yixiao's ability, he could not understand it. In terms of reason, no matter how outrageous it was, there was no reason to see the ocean. But at this moment, the water in front of him was filled with water, and there was a vast area of ​​huge waves left, and it was like a tsunami that was about to swallow everything. This made Han Yixia feel a little inexplicable fear.

It is impossible for an ocean to appear in the air. Han Yixiao kept saying this to himself, but the feeling of these waves was so real, and even water droplets wet their clothes. The salty smell of sea water couldn't help but stimulate the tip of their noses and tongues, creating a strong sense of existence. At this point, he clearly realized that these waves were actually too magical waves transformed by the sky sword, and each small wave contained infinite power. Qi Zhan was invisible in this sword wave, looking for his flaws, waiting for the opportunity to give him a fatal blow.

It was absolutely unpleasant to be looked at by someone. Han Yixiao could not use the magic ring to drive away these waves, but he was futile. The force that forced him to leave his body was swallowed by the endless waves and could not play any role. His whole body was already wet. When the highest wave came towards him like a tsunami, Han Yixiao suddenly sensed Qi Zhan's existence.
Chapter completed!