Chapter 7 Death (Second Explosion!)

The rapid compression of the surging thunder, and the thunder clouds in the square were all condensed in one place in an instant, turning into a blue electric light, splitting him as he was distracted.

At this moment, although Luo Xiaofan used all the true spirit and perseverance that can be used all over his body to resist the punishment above nine days, it was still futile.

I only felt a loud rumbling sound, and I couldn't see or hear it. Even if I opened my mouth, I couldn't pronounce a syllable. Unprecedented pain ran through his whole body. Even if all the pains I have suffered before add up, it is only skin compared with this. In a trance, Luo Xiaofan only felt that his body flew up lightly, as if his soul had come out of its shell.

If the soul has been shelled, it can't feel the severe pain that comes from every part of the body. When it faints, it can wake up in pain and faint when it wakes.

Finally, there was a violent shock all over, as if it had fallen to the ground.

Luo Xiaofan's only remaining consciousness can't be held at this moment.

Luo Xiaofan thought he was a hero of my life. It turned out that I was just an ordinary person.

Death, it turns out that it is as close to me as you.

My way of death can barely be regarded as a hero, right?

Like bright fireworks, after the most beautiful moment, there is only an endless cold and silent darkness around it.

Buried temple alive.

Jingyue Zen Suspended Ancient Temple,

Clear frost suddenly realized around the bell tower.

Tears swept in front of the little monastery,

A ruin is barren in late autumn.

The dust has fallen.

Finally, this quiet mountain has returned to normal.

If there were no collapsed mountain gates, broken squares, dumped incense burners, and broken halls, who would have believed that this place of refuge beyond the world would have been so difficult before.

"Dong...Dong..."

At the bell tower behind the temple, the bells rang 34 times.

It is the five senior monks who have been transformed by the Buddha's philosophy and Zen machines. They can't help but look at the huge pit that fell into with tears after the thunder that day.

The Buddha's voice is still the Buddha's voice, but there is a bit more sadness.

The curse of bliss is praised over and over again in the brightly lit ancient temple on the mountain.

In the monk team, three little monks cried the most fiercely. They and Luo Xiaofan had a life, a life, a cloud and a tiger at the beginning of Qiyun Village.

Who doesn't remember them? When Qiyuncun first saw him, he saw Luo Xiaofan and others injured, for fear that they would blame him for coming late. The first thing he did after he appeared was to hurt himself with one slap. Such a real man is really open and bright.

Then in Xuanzhuguan, in southern Xinjiang, several of them experienced the storm all the way.

Buddha's principle is often said to cut off seven emotions and six desires.

If this brotherhood can be cut off, even if it becomes a Buddha, it will not be a Buddha.

A friend who died even lost his life for his sect, but he could only survive in the crowd.

The three monks couldn't control their emotions at all and cried in one place.

Among the three people, the tiger was the most straightforward. Suddenly, he wiped tears on his face and looked up to the sky and said, "Feng Gou, I still remember that the first time we met, we were injured first. Now, you died in order to bury the temple alive. What's the point of me living now?"

Suddenly, he dissipated all his true spirit and hit his head hard on the doorpost outside the hall.

"slow down!"

An old monk flew away and pushed him away and said, "Amitabha, Feng Gou is a hero who buried the temple alive. What do you mean by looking for life like this?"

"Uncle..."

The three monks sacrificed their sabers together, and their faces were neither crying nor angry.

Sheding's eyes were angry and said, "Amitabha, when the abbot comes back, there must be a world of cause and effect. At that time, we will bury the temple alive and give him an explanation.

Report to the world, report back to the evil faction?

"Uncle, is this true?"

Sheding gently touched his head and said, "Amitabha, you go down."

The three monks clenched their fists and slowly retreated.

"Uncle."

Three or five little monks came in line and came together.

She Ding said, "Have you found it?"

"Uncle, we have searched all before and after, and we really can't find the whereabouts of Feng Gou."

She Ding looked up and closed his eyes, sighed for a long time, and said gently, "If you want to see people alive, you want to see corpses when you die. Even if he breaks into pieces of flesh and blood, we have to put him back together to do thirty days and seven nights.

"Yes, let's look for it carefully!"

The tripod silently took the rosary beads in his hands one by one and scolded himself in his heart. From today on, the poor monk has been chanting 330,000 times day and night, which is also difficult to blame...

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Xuanbing Peak.

Except for the help of Zhengdao and Tongren, there was no unexpected bustle in front of Qianyuan Mountain.

But it's different here.

Uninvited guests in the cold city always seem to come and go endlessly.

This time it was led by a crow. This time, he went to the cold city, but now he felt like a spring breeze.

Because he was followed not only by more than a dozen people in black, but also five people from the wind and thunder.

He fought with Yang Gucheng, and of course he knew that there were two immortal thieves in Hancheng. But with himself and the five people of Fenglei, I'm afraid the two old guys can only sit still and wait to be killed.

There is a Taoist door. Today, I destroyed the cold city. Although I can't get any substantial benefits when you are trapped in injustice, that impulse also makes me unable to help it.

"Who is it?"

In front of the "Xuanbing" mountain gate, the four disciples guarding the mountain dutifully guarded the mountain gate in the wind and snow.

The crow smiled and raised his hands.

A large flock of crows flew out of their sleeves. He rushed to the four people.

Those old crows are so powerful that they don't wait for the four disciples in the cold city to fight back. They have already taken out their eyeballs one by one, tearing the meat, pulling the tendons, and eating the four disciples into white bones one after another.

During this trip, there was a person's face that looked extremely impatient.

Five of the five people - Xuanhan's hand, Binglan.

It was clearly agreed to go to Qianyuan Mountain, but suddenly the destination was changed to a cold city. Binglan seemed to be angry all the way and didn't want to say anything more to them.

Looking at the university's closure, it seems that it has been such a mysterious archway for many years, and Binglan's eyes can't help flashing behind the veil.

The crow suddenly turned around and said, "Miss Binglan, what's wrong?"

A cold hum is an answer.

The crow laughed without anger and said, "Does the girl still have an old relationship with this cold city? It's freezing here. It's not suitable to stay for a long time. Let's go quickly?"

After saying that, one person took the lead and led the crowd to the top of the mountain.

The group of blood crows that eat human flesh raw ate it all the way, leaving a white bone. I don't know why. Every time he saw it, he raised his hand and blew a gust of ice wind to roll the white bones off the cliff.

Xue Jinghong whispered, "Five sister, those people died. Why did you move them away?"

"It's an eye-catching."

Bing Lan stared coldly, as if this ordinary question had annoyed her.

Xue Jinghong shook his head secretly. No, do these five sisters have any connection with here? Since she joined the Fenglei Five, she has promised to break off her relationship with Hancheng. No matter what the situation is, goodbye is the enemy.

But now, when a group of people really set foot on the land of the cold city, why is her expression, including what she did, so strange?