Eighteen monks from Nalanda Temple kept guarding the Buddha day and night, and the always clear lake water had been dyed into gold. This was the result of monks chanting Buddhist scriptures day and night.

Of course they were not aware that Ji Liao, the culprit who caused the ban to be relaxed, had entered Nalanda Temple, and Ji Liao himself did not know that he had caused a heinous disaster.

There was a dark cloud floating in the sky at some point, layer by layer, and it was foreseeable that a storm soon occurred. The monks were frightened to find that the gold-plated color in the lake was replaced by thick black black. The lake was as smooth as a mirror and the background was deep, reflecting a handsome face. This was a boy who was even more beautiful than a woman.

All kinds of magical instruments of wooden fish, staff, and cassocks hit the lake like a meteor, but did not cause the lake to fluctuate.

"Quickly, ask for reinforcements from the temple." Some monk shouted.

But he found that the sound he made could not be heard at all, and the world seemed to be in a strange stillness.

A dense small hole appeared on the big Buddha, and a golden Buddha light shone in it. With a loud bang, the stone Buddha carved on the mountain was broken, like a landslide, and countless stones were smashed down. The wreckage of the big Buddha drowned all the monks.

A beautiful boy walked out of the ruins of the riot.

A hand stretched out from the ruins and tried to grab the boy's feet. A trace of black light flowed out of the boy's body, staining the hand, and immediately the hand turned into powder.

Hundreds of miles away, Su Qiu saw the collapse of the Buddha and felt the terrifying haze. He said with a faint look: "I'm late."

At the same time, a tight bell rang out of Nalanda Temple, and dozens of lights flew out of the temple, but when they arrived, the dark clouds had dissipated and they had found nothing but a ruin.

After a while, Su Qiu and the girl also arrived in front of the ruins.

"Su Qiu, the Lingfei Sect, has seen all the monks." Su Qiu said aloud.

These monks had a good cultivation level. They sensed that Su Qiu had a pure Taoist aura. When they saw her telling her home, they immediately put down their guards. They were just confused about Wei Rui, the girl beside Su Qiu, because they knew that this girl was a monster, but some experts in the cultivation world also took demons as attendants, which was not unreasonable.

The leader of the monks was Zhixin, the first Bodhi Courtyard. He proclaimed the Buddha's name and said: "Amitus Buddha, I am the first Bodhi Courtyard, Zhixin, the donor Suqiu came for the devil king. I am grateful for the help. Unfortunately, this temple is incompetent and cannot stop this villa from getting out of trouble."

Su Qiu sighed lightly: "Now that the devil is out of trouble, we should find him quickly. As he gets out of trouble, he will definitely continue to recover his own cultivation. If he returns to the peak state of a thousand years ago, it may be necessary for our two sects to be reborn before he can subdue him."

Zhixin nodded and said, "It's just that he is going to search for him, but his hidden art is very powerful, and we have no way to start."

The girl said softly: "Maybe I can help you find him."

Zhixin couldn't help but look at the girl in surprise.

Su Qiu also looked curious, and she asked softly: "Weirui, can you really sense the breath of the devil?"

The girl said "um" and even had an inexplicable smile on her face, because she could sense Ji Liao's breath.

The girl's heart is clear and her spiritual sense is extremely amazing. Whether it is Ji Liao or the young demon king, their hidden skills are unparalleled in the world, but it is still difficult to hide from the girl's senses, unless they are far apart, or fall into the deep river underground like Ji Liao that day, and the breath on her body is covered by the complex aura underground.

Yousuqiu was the guarantee, and Zhixin and other monks naturally believed in girls.

Under the guidance of the girl, they headed to Wuyou City.

When Zhixin and the others arrived at Wuyou City, they couldn't help but show shock. At this moment, there was no living person in the city.

The huge Wuyou City, with hundreds of thousands of people, all turned into dead bodies.

Zhixin almost crushed Buddhist beads.

The girl had never seen such a tragic situation. However, Su Qiu had expected it, but her face turned pale. The Lingfei Sect once recorded the young demon king. When the demon king escaped from trouble a thousand years ago, he also washed many temples.

But how can the description of the text be seen with your own eyes?

The people in Wuyou City are not covered with blood. Most of them are lying peacefully on the ground, and there is no pain between their eyebrows. But they have completely left the world. Even as practitioners, she can clearly feel the yin energy in the city, which is rich and not dissipated.

Zhixin continued to ask, "Dare you dare to ask the donor, is the devil still in the city now?"

"He went north." The girl closed her eyes for a moment.

...

Ji Liao was flipping through the Nirvana Sutra when he suddenly felt a terrifying aura, which appeared for a moment, and then disappeared without a trace.

He pondered: "It seems that it is the breath coming from the Great Buddha."

Mu Qing said: "It should be the young demon king back then, but I didn't expect that he was not dead yet."

Ji Liao used his eyes and ears to see the information within a radius of dozens of miles. After a quarter of an hour, he learned the whole story from various collected information. It turned out that the appearance of the young demon king was related to him.

He informed Mu Qing of his discovery.

Mu Qing said: "It turns out that he has been sealed for thousands of years. No wonder he disappeared immediately as soon as he appears. I guess he is very weak now. Otherwise, we will catch him and question the affairs of the demon world."

Ji Liao said: "Can you know where he is?"

Mu Qing smiled and said, "I can't find him, but I can guarantee that he will come to the Sutra Pavilion. By the way, you have read so many scriptures these days, have you found a solution to the curse?"

Ji Liao said: "I have almost come up with a solution."

He smiled faintly, his body seemed like a dream and his breath was vague. At the same time, a flame ignited in his body, shaped like a phoenix.

The aura of Konghuan began to wrap the flames. The originally extremely active flames gradually calmed down under the aura of Konghuan.

Ji Liao quickly withdrew this breath, and the dry monk's robe was stained with a lot of dew and became wet.

He said, "If I could transform this illusion of empty breath into a deep and sea-like calmness, I should be able to completely eliminate the influence of the curse. To be honest, the supernatural powers in the Sutra Pavilion are in my opinion not as good as these Buddhist scriptures analyzed by predecessors.

There is no essential difference between magical powers and secular martial arts. They both focus on improving personal force, but the exploration of the way of life is still a bit superficial."

As he spoke, he suddenly felt a very heavy resentment coming on him, as if he was pressing down on Mount Tai. When this heavy resentment touched him, it was absorbed by his special physique.

The moment he was exposed to resentment, Ji Liao suddenly understood and couldn't help but sigh: "I won't kill Boren, but Boren died because of me."
Chapter completed!