Huo Yuanzhen swooped towards Ding Buer's soul. He was not in the mood to experience the feeling of free flying. He only knew that Ding Buer was unwilling to actively condense his body now, so he had to force him to install a body. Only in this way can the Five Elements Mountain bring harm to him.

Ding Buer's soul was shocked when he saw Huo Yuanzhen rushing over. The monk was so crazy that he wanted to use his body to force his soul to absorb it. In this way, he couldn't do it if he didn't want to condense his body.

Once Huo Yuan is really successful, Huo Yuanzhen's body will be occupied by Ding Buer's soul, at least it will be a scene of separatism. At that time, the volcano erupts and the Five Elements Mountains above will be pressed down. Whether it is Huo Yuanzhen or Ding Buer in the middle, they will be unable to escape death.

Of course, Ding Buer didn't want this to happen. The stinky monk wanted to die, but Ding Buer hadn't lived enough yet.

So he turned around and wanted to escape, but unfortunately Huo Yuan really didn't give him this opportunity.

Ding Buer in his soul state was much worse because he had no entity. Huo Yuanzhen quickly approached Ding Buer, and his speed was much faster than him.

Ding Buer fled desperately and planned to drill into the magma directly, because the Five Elements Mountain was about to be pressed down on his head and there was nowhere to escape.

Once he got into the magma, Huo Yuanzhen would definitely not be able to catch him.

But Huo Yuanzhen did not let him succeed. When he was still a certain distance from Ding Buer, he raised his hand with one hand: "Star-sucking**!"

After reaching the Imperial Realm, Huo Yuan's internal strength was so strong that it was time to travel to the strongest time now. Ding Buer's soul state could not resist Huo Yuan's full strength to take action.

Within the range of Star-Absorbing**, everything will be subjected to huge pulling power. Ding Buer's soul is not powerful, and he was directly caught by Huo Yuanzhen!

Ding Buer screamed strangely: "No! Stinky monk, don't do this, we will all die!"

Huo Yuanzhen's face was neither sad nor happy: "Amitabha! What joy does life have? What fears does death have? Who will go to hell if I don't go to hell? Ding Buer, you should be pleased that you won't feel lonely on the road to the underworld!"

Ding Buer's soul was absorbed in the past without any resistance. Now he could not talk about internal strength, and the phantom directly entered Huo Yuanzhen's body.

There is no way for Huo Yuanzhen to do this. Only in this way is the only opportunity to control Ding Buer, although it is very expensive.

The volcano below finally erupted, and its fierce eyes soared into the sky like an explosion, roaring straight into the sky!

At the same time, Huo Yuanzhen’s Five Elements Mountain also pressed down at this time, covering the sky and covering the sky above Tianshui Lake.

Huo Yuanzhen's body stayed between the magma and the Five Elements Mountain.

His body did not move, and Ding Buer's soul entered his body. The two must compete for control of the body.

If Ding Buer got Huo Yuanzhen's body, he would definitely want to leave the magma range and strive for a life, and Huo Yuanzhen would definitely not be successful by him.

Ran Dongye and others looked at Huo Yuanzhen in the sky with tears in their eyes, and could no longer speak.

Regardless of whether the Five Elements Mountain can suppress the magma, Huo Yuanzhen will definitely not be able to continue to live.

No one knew how the competition between Ding Buer and Huo Yuanzhen was like a devil in hell, and with the fiery red all over the sky, he swallowed Huo Yuanzhen's body.

Then, the Five Elements Mountain fell rumbling down, and the raging magma was pressed down by the mountains. It directly pressed back to Tianshui Lake. A catastrophe that was about to happen ended in such a way that it was a slash.

Before the Five Elements Mountain fell, the moment Huo Yuanzhen's body was about to be swallowed, people saw Huo Yuanzhen turn around and look here with nostalgia.

There is no word or time. There is only one look back, but it is deeply imprinted in the deepest part of everyone's heart!

It turned out that he was not that ruthless. It was not that he wanted to leave these people, but that he had to leave. This was an extremely helpless choice.

All the prosperity of the world, all the joys and sorrows of the world, the rolling world, and the emptiness of Buddhism, have become passing clouds after this glance.

Life is as fast as a river. With the abbot of Shaolin, his short and glorious life ended in this sight.

People do not know his origin, nor do they know his past, but they can only hear it in some legends. They hear that in a certain year and month, there is a small temple in a place called Shaoshishan. There are three monks in the temple. After their master passed away, a young monk named Yijie bravely took over the position of the abbot.

From that day on, this nameless small temple underwent earth-shaking changes, from a small temple with only three people to the world's number one Shaolin Temple.

And there are countless legends about Shaolin abbot Yijie circulating in the world, and he has indeed made great achievements that fascinated countless people.

There are talents in the country who have emerged. A hundred years ago, the world's number one was reborn, but was eventually pulled by the Shaolin abbot, and the two died together in the volcano of Tianshui Lake.

The Shaolin disciples sat neatly cross-legged there. They no longer had internal strength, but this did not prevent them from reciting scriptures for their abbot.

It was a passage of rebirth. Although the eight Shaolin tribes and the eighteen bronze men mainly practice martial arts, this passage of rebirth mantra can still be used.

The scriptures of Shaolin Temple were all worn by the abbot. The abbot was very thorough in the Buddhist teachings, and new things often appeared in the Sutra Pavilion. However, the Shaolin disciples never thought that they would one day use the scriptures passed down by the abbot to save the abbot himself.

Although they believed that even without their salvation, the abbot would definitely be able to follow the rainbow road above the sky, cross the Forgetful River, which no one could pass, and head to the other side, under the reflection of the fiery red flower of the heavenly realm, Manzhu Shahua, to the Western Paradise.

Buddhism is vast, but it is only fate. The abbot is blessed by the Buddha and builds a magical Shaolin Temple. No one in the world is more qualified to go to the Pure Land than him.

The sound of rebirth spells were recited in the mouths of Shaolin disciples. But they didn't sound very neat.

Yideng sat in front of the team, losing his internal strength, his voice was not so loud, and it seemed to sound a little choked.

Behind him, the eight disciples of Shaolin tribes and the eighteen bronze men were sitting cross-legged in several rows, and everyone was chanting, but in fact, they were not so clear about what they were chanting.

"Namo Amitabhaya, Tagadoya, Tagadoya, Amitabhaya, Amitabhaya, Amitabhaya"

Halfway through the rebirth mantra, I don’t know who stopped first.

His voice choked and he was already hoarse and speechless.

When people were extremely sad, they could not speak their words in a low voice. After pausing, the Shaolin disciple could not open it. He opened and closed his lips a few times. Finally, he couldn't help but feel sad in his heart and shouted: "Abbot!"

"Woooooo!"

This sound was heart-wrenching, like a cuckoo crying blood!

As the only female disciple, Gandapo couldn't stand this sad atmosphere and started crying first.

The whole scene was out of control at this moment. The monks who regarded life and death as nothing now realized that they were still mortals, and the feelings of mortals were still controlling their emotions. It was not that they had really seen through life and death. But because they had not reached a real sad place.

Only now do they know that death is still the same sadness, and no one really knows whether the Pure Land exists.

No one can escape the invasion of this huge sad power, and the spell of rebirth can no longer be said, and everyone cried bitterly!

Almost all Shaolin disciples have no relatives anymore. Shaolin Temple is their home, and Yijie Abbot is their parents. Now that the parents have gone, do they still have hope?

Ran Dongye and others, who had been witnessing Huo Yuanzhen disappearing into the Five Elements Mountains and the magma, fainted at this time, and their spiritual pillars had collapsed at this moment.

The Central Plains martial arts people were all filled with tears in their eyes. Unexpectedly, the leader went there like this, died with the white-haired blood demon, and disappeared between heaven and earth forever.

A sect leader couldn't help but burst into tears: "God doesn't open his eyes! Yijie Abbot! Why did you go like this? You're going to be crushed into the magma lake? Isn't this the bones gone? At least you let me clean up your ashes and take them back to tell my children and grandchildren, and tell me how their future lives came about! You didn't leave any thoughts for us!"

The Five Elements Mountain has fallen steadily, completely blocking Tianshui Lake. Only occasionally will some magma come out from the gaps at the foot of the mountain that are not completely stable, but it has become less and less.

The peak of Baitou Mountain is no longer flat, but is directly above altitude of thousands of feet.

Everything has become a foregone conclusion. The volcano will not erupt again, and Ding Buer will not be born again. Similarly, the young abbot has disappeared from people's sight forever.

The appearance of a meteor leaves the most brilliant scene in this world, and then it disappears like fireworks, leaving endless sadness to these people.

In the sky, the dark clouds that have been suppressing have shown no sign of retreating.

There were waves of thunder rolling, although it was not as violent as it was at the beginning, but it was also shocking.

Drops of water fell from the sky. It was rain just now, and it was rain.

But this is the real rain, and it is the normal weather. Could it be that after the Five Elements Mountain completely blocked the volcanic eruption and Huo Yuanzhen completely dealt with Ding Buer, even the celestial phenomena returned to normal? Has the impact brought by the seven-star pearl really passed?

People looked up and watched the heavy rainstorm in the middle of winter fall overwhelmingly.

A lamp stretched out his hand, and a pair of calluses raised up tremblingly.

"Rain! This is the real rain! The seven-star pearl is over! Abbot! You did it! God has seen it. It rains in the first month, and even crying this day!"

The heart-wrenching cry seemed so pale and powerless in the wind and rain, and was soon torn to pieces by the strong wind.

ps: I will update today. Hei Tu felt uncomfortable when he wrote this chapter. Hei Tu felt bad. He didn't want to continue writing today, but is this book over? Not yet, continue tomorrow.
Chapter completed!