"It's a pity that I'm not good at learning the arts. The endless sea of ​​suffering is only three feet above my head. If I let the master perform, it would be truly worthy of the courage of the great world."

The young monk with the Dharma name Jueming smiled happily for the first time since he left Hongyuan Temple. The respected host of Hongyuan Temple once stroked his scars and said that Jueming will be born with wisdom in the future and will meet noble people in the future.

The little monk Jueming didn't think about that. He only felt that the black fox fur sword cultivator beside him had an indescribable favor. The iron Zen stick that was sleeping indescribable was stuck by him. The flames reflected the little monk's face that was redder due to joy.

Meeting a soulmate in a foreign land is not enough to say anything.

A hidden golden line was drawn through the clouds in the sky, and Chang Xi asked, "Although Hongyuan Temple is ranked first-class Buddhist in Huizhou, you only have the strength of the foundation-building realm. Even if you want to follow the path of saving sentient beings, isn't it too early?"

The young monk's eyes were solemn and closed and said, "Amitabha, the world is suffering. If the Buddhist disciples are also afraid of suffering and difficulties, how can they correct the results?"

Chang Xi widened his eyes and said, "If you are learning a similar ascetic monk who saves the people from water and fire, I can understand it, but how could you get involved in this burial river with such a group of mobs?"

The little monk touched his naked head and said, "The little monk originally wanted to go north and see what kind of scenery is the magnificent Kunlun, the head of the five sects. Passing outside the Burying River, he saw that Mr. Fang and his group of four people had a black face and a life-and-death aura in the seal hall. The little monk walked with them to see if it could be transformed into a disaster for them, which was also a merit."

Chang Xi held his forehead and choked speechlessly, and then laughed.

He really wanted to rub Jueming's naked head well. It turned out that this Buddhist person is not only stubborn but also has a terrifying mind. It is already extremely dangerous to enter the Bone Burial River with the foundation-building realm. It is also very easy to protect others.

If he hadn't helped him in time before, I'm afraid the little monk would never have seen the Kunlun Immortal Palace overlooking Jiuzhou on the towering snow-capped mountains in the northwest again.

Somehow, he suddenly remembered the corpse general in the Mangshan Mausoleum. Chang Xi felt aroused his heart and asked, "Are there any Buddhist powers in Hongyuan Temple who have cultivated a Vajra body?"

Jueming nodded and replied: "Of course there is."

Chang Xi talked to the little monk with the appearance and amazing body of the corpse general in the Mangshan Mausoleum. The little monk pondered for a long time, and finally put his palms together and said slowly: "In the eyes of the little monk, the so-called corpse general is probably the Vajra body."

But before Chang Xi could be happy, the little monk waved his hand and said seriously: "But the corpse general must not be a real Vajra Indestructible body, it can only be considered as entering the threshold."

Chang Xi's boiling power in the sea of ​​blood has not less than 70,000 kilograms. Although his strength is far higher than the same level, his physical strength has gradually failed to keep up with his progress. When using the power to fight against the enemy, even if it is assisted by the stacked wave force, it will still cause pain in the body as if it is torn.

The fact that his own body training has not been able to further his cultivation has been a thorn in Chang Xi's heart. Since he has the opportunity to understand what the true Vajra Indestructible Body is, Chang Xi is naturally asking for advice sincerely.

The little monk smiled and said, "Actually, you already know that the Vajra Indestructible body is formed by entering the void and practicing in seclusion. The void is extremely dangerous and abnormal. It is not that you can successfully practice after escaping into the void and holding your breath and concentrating your mind. Instead, you must induce the virtual air breath into the body and let the virtual air breath flow through Zhou Tian."

Chang Xi was amazed when he heard this. A random wisp of air in the Mangshan Mausoleum could allow them to avoid it like snakes, scorpions, fears like tigers and leopards, not to mention that this was a horrifying statement that led to the body by conspiring to commit money and killing life.

With the ten fingers crossed in front of the chest moving slightly, Chang Xi remembered the things in the storage bag, and then asked: "I saw that ordinary people immediately wither when they touched the empty air. After half a cup of tea, they became like a mummy dead and could not die anymore. How to lure the energy into the body?"

The young monk was so secretive about this, he only put his palms together and lowered his eyebrows and recited the Buddhist scriptures: "Only by great perseverance can you be great freedom."

At that moment, he seemed to have some enlightenment, but he couldn't catch it and it was fleeting.

The word "年年年" in Burial Soul Ridge is worthy of its name. The thick black clouds above the head make people feel bored and breathless. From a distance, I can see the rugged rocks on Burial Soul Ridge, which looks like bones that are stripped of flesh.

There is no way to go in the Burial Soul Ridge, all of which are rugged mountain roads. Several people walked in one after another. Madam Du, who could make a man ascend to the bed, was like duckweed in waves. When he walked in front, he was shocked, causing the bearded man to widen his eyes and only stared at the perky buttocks under his tight waist, swaying left and right. He was so obsessed that he could not take a step under his feet for half a day. The woman's pair of small lotus feet had never suffered such a hardship, so she had to make her best efforts to prevent herself from falling out of the team.

Chang Xi reached out to touch the rock wall, and the coldness it was not as cold as he imagined. Instead, he couldn't explain the slimy feeling. He put his finger in front of his nose and sniffed it. The faint smell of blood on it was exactly the same as the bright red mist floating in the mountain stream from time to time.

The plant growing here is extremely wide, thick and fat. Chang Xi picked a saber-tooth plant from the rock peak. The hideous teeth on both sides of the grass leaves are as sharp as swords. After careful observation, it is not difficult to find that the entire saber-tooth plant is filled with shocking scarlet juice, which is completely different from the ordinary saber-tooth plant, which is only three feet long. The entire saber-tooth plant seems to be swallowing and spitting out the bloodthirsty twisted desire.

It is hard to imagine how many monks buried their bones in the Soul Burial Ridge, and the remaining corpses and flesh could affect the soil and water.

The little monk's hand holding the Jingtie Zen Staff became tighter and tighter, his lips slightly closed and he silently recited the Buddhist scriptures. He raised his head and looked at Chang Xi's eyes, shook his head, his expression full of solemnity and solemnity.

The few people were careful all the way and had some good gains. Chang Xi now has a high vision and looks down on these low-level herbs and magic weapons left by ancient monks hundreds of years ago. He bought an ancient long sword, and his spiritual power rolled like a silkworm, and instantly shook the rust on the long sword.

After closer inspection, the smelting method was really average. It was given directly to the Ranger behind him who had not taken a breath of breath since he entered the Soul Burial Ridge, which made the Ranger who had never given anything good to him burst into tears.

Several people held their breath and turned over several hills with strange auras, traveling dozens of miles away without any trouble. Just when Chang Xi thought that there was no agave in this Soul Burial Ridge, the entire Soul Burial Ridge and the Bones Burial River shook violently again.

This time the vibration was like a ground dragon turning over under his feet. The strength was far from comparable to the previous few times. The towering peaks collapsed into huge gravel and rolled into the mountain stream. Everyone was shocked and stabilized their feet first, and each showed their magical powers to block the rolling gravel.

Chang Xi took root at his feet and did not have a sword. The sword energy in the black fox fur that was blowing without wind was rushing like a torrent, and his sleeves blew up like thunder. The huge rock that covered his vision was shattered into powder in front of the sharp sword energy of his sleeves, like tofu.

The young monk on the side used his Zen Staff to stilt the solemn Buddha's light, and the crust of the crucifix was still moving in the gravel rain. He looked at Chang Xi with a bright look. He secretly figured out the power of the blue sword energy with his hands and sleeves, and found that it could be compared with the powerful Vajra Palm, the best among his uncles.

Before the aftershock disappeared, a shrill scream suddenly came from the valley in the distance. Chang Xi's eyes suddenly appeared, and she shook her sleeves behind her, heading towards the valley.
Chapter completed!