"Boy, do you think you are the only one who is smart?" Ao Wudi walked forward with disdain in his mouth:

"It is not me who attracts people here, but someone else."

"The Pure Land of Buddhism also has people from our heavenly court!"

While speaking, he took advantage of Guo Fan's stopping the five old monks and walked towards the Buddha's heart inside.

The two sides are fighting fiercely, and their auras are intertwined. At this time, no one is allowed to withdraw unless they seek death.

Ao Wudi is very confident, only Guo Fan can solve his opponent, otherwise he will not be able to catch up with him at all.

"So that's it." Guo Fan nodded, his eyes flashed again:

"But you seem to have forgotten one thing."

"What's the matter?" Ao Wudi raised his eyebrows, and he stopped subconsciously, and held his sword in front of him.

"Miracle!"

"Amitabha!"

"go!"

As expected, seeing that the person coming could not be stopped, the five monks took action together and actually used four wonderful techniques!

Wonderful art.

It is also the only way to threaten the master of Tongxuan in the innate realm.

As soon as he made a move, he blasted at the two of them.

The most important goal is naturally Ao Wudi who is close to the heart gate.

A person's body shines with golden light, and his strength triples. The hand is easy to dance in an instant.

A person's long sword trembled, and his cold and solemn intention was like Shura who appeared in the world and was stormed in all directions.

The other two flipped their hands, like pressing the Five Fingers Mountain, grasping the void, and setting them all in place.

The last person's eyes were filled with divine lights, and two golden lights flashed like flames, falling down with a bang.

"Um!"

Ao Wudi's face darkened, and the knife in his palm swept across the board instantly, and the sword technique was as spiritual as protecting himself.

"Boom..."

Amid the violent roar, a figure rushed out of the scope of supernatural powers and entered the Buddha's heart.

At the same time, waved your hands back.

More than 360 sword lights wrapped in flames were already rushing away, plowing towards six people.

The White Tiger Stars Killing God's Sword Gang, and the Vermillion Bird Burns the Sky Flame.

"boom……"

The roar sounded again, Ao Wudi and the five monks retreated violently, only Guo Fan fell lightly on a Guanghua rock.

In the middle of the rock, a long knife was inserted.

The long sword was not far away, and there was an old monk sitting cross-legged with wrinkles on his face.

…………

Magic Sword!

Although I have never seen it, when I approached, the fear that came from my body's instincts had already explained everything.

There is nothing strange about this knife.

The handle of the knife is the most common moon ring, with fine patterns similar to snake scales on it, and the shape is not beautiful.

Only at the top of the knife handle was a black bead, which seemed to be shining with strange light.

Just as his eyes swept over, Guo Fan couldn't help but ripples appeared in his heart, and a rhythm was born.

Get it!

Get it!

The ripples in my heart are getting bigger and bigger, gradually becoming stormy waves, as if they are about to sweep across the entire sea of ​​consciousness.

"snort!"

With a gentle hum, the sword flashed in the sea of ​​consciousness, and all the distracting thoughts were suppressed.

"A dead thing... is actually trying to control people?"

"Amitabha!"

The old monk was very old, his face was full of wrinkles and his hands were as dry as skinny as bones.

Even the sound was trembling.

breath.

Not strong at all!

Seeing Guo Fan instantly come back to his senses from the temptation of the magic knife, a trace of surprise flashed in his eyes.

Note.

Buddhism talks about the mind and nature the most, but even the many Buddhist monks in the Pure Land can withstand the temptation of the demon sword.

This person's heart...

It's extraordinary!

"Old monk." Guo Fan walked a lot, his face cold:

"I'm here just to get a knife and don't want to kill anyone. If you know the tact, it's better not to feel unhappy."

"The donor is too worried." The old monk grinned and felt relieved:

"If the old monk had the strength to stop him thirty or forty years ago, he would not be able to get up now."

"How can I stop the donor?"

"Besides..." He took a breath and looked at Guo Fan holding the hilt, but he really didn't stop him at all:

"The donor is full of evil spirits. I am afraid that he will kill countless people, so the old monk will naturally not look for the unhappiness."

"but……"

"The donor really wants to take the knife?"

"Click..."

The rocks trembled and cracks emerged.

Facing the old monk's inquiry, Guo Fan did not say a word, but just held the hilt of the knife in his hand and exerted force silently.

The magic sword is only one foot into the stone.

But what is strange is that it seems to be firmly connected to the mountain, pulling it with endless force, making it difficult for the magic knife to escape from the rocks.

but……

It’s difficult, but it may not be impossible!

"collapse!"

Guo Fan's body was tense, and Xuanwu's domineering body was circulating with all his strength. The terrifying power made cyclones around him.

The huge force was thriving, and the magic knife was slowly pulling away from the boulder, and the cracks spread in all directions.

"Donor." Seeing this, the old monk still calmly and said:

"Do you know that five hundred years ago, there was no Pure Land here?"

"But it is like the outside world, with yellow sand everywhere and dead silence. Why can we have today?"

Before Guo Fan could speak, he had already asked and answered:

"The heavy wind and sand here are incredible, but in fact, the earth's energy contains infinite firepower and cannot be vented, so it is like this."

"Until one day..."

He looked up at the sky and said slowly:

"Five hundred years ago, the magic sword appeared and the world was in chaos. Then a big man who was shocking and took it away."

"At that time, the true body of the compassionate Bodhisattva was still there, and the Bodhisattva was exquisite in Buddhism, but he only liked to bet and fight with others."

The old monk smiled softly and said:

"He bet with that man and exchanged his Bodhisattva fruit position for hundreds of years of peace here!"

"Oh?" Guo Fan turned his head and became interested:

"Which person sets this Pure Land?"

If the Qianji Cave is true, then the person who took away the magic sword should be the lord of the underworld.
To be continued...