Chapter 691 Sin

In a blink of an eye, the street was already a bloody and miserable scene. Xiaozhu was stunned to hear the sound of shock and screams from the distance. After standing for a long time, he suddenly rushed back.

She rushed into a messy room, looked at Ye Luandan, who was still whispering, gritted her teeth and stabbed out with a sword.

The first sword stabbed on his wrist, and Ye Luandan felt pain in his sleep. He raised his eyebrows and his face was a little twisted. Xiaozhu listened to the screams in the distance and did not calm down. With tears, he was cruel with another sword and plunged into Ye Luandan's thigh.

Ye Luan's "ah" call, his face became more and more ferocious, showing a blue color, and there were four sharp fangs in his open mouth, like a fierce ghost.

Xiaozhu's heart beat wildly, standing silently for a long time, his right hand trembled slightly, and stabbed the bamboo sword into Ye Luan's heart.

Ye Luandan suddenly opened his eyes and suddenly** all over his body. His heart burst into blood, splashing Xiaozhu's face. She tried to open her mouth as if she wanted to say something. Xiaozhu approached with tears, but saw that the spirit in Ye Luan's eyes was quickly dim, and the breath of life had left her.

Xiaozhu looked at her posthumous face, and tears fell in his eyes. At this time, a illusory figure of a woman in white suddenly appeared above Ye Luandan's head. It was her yin god who smiled at Xiaozhu, and then smashed like a mirror and scattered into the gloomy wind.

Xiaozhu finally couldn't help hugging Ye Luandan's body and crying: "Don't worry... I will definitely avenge you!"

Yu Hanyan silently watched Xiaozhu walk out with Ye Luandan's body in her arms. She didn't say anything or ask anything. She knows Xiaozhu too well, just as she knows herself. She knew what Xiaozhu would do at this time, and she knew that she could not stop her.

Where did Xie Yuankong, who had one arm left, escape to? He has been ** by the two evil predecessors for many years. Even if he can't fight against Xiaozhu head-on, there are endless plots and tricks to deal with her.

With Xiaozhu's straightforward nature and nearly blank experience of walking around the world, will he be Xie Yuankong's opponent if he goes alone?

But Yu Hanyan doesn't have much mind to pay attention to these things.

The morning glow spread on the long street, red, as if stained with blood.

In a sad atmosphere, Xiaozhu walked in the crowd like a great enemy, looking at the bloody streets, and his heart was infinitely lonely.

In the morning, dozens of people were killed and injured, all of whom were innocent people. Who will pay for this account?

Dozens of lives, Xiaodan's death, and Qin Yan's wanton killing, in the final analysis, are all due to that immortal method. Yamole refused to give up, the martial artists were bewitched by him, and the killing will continue...

Who will end this evil?

Who can save so much suffering in the world?

When he buried Ye Luandan with his own hands, Xiaozhu thought about many things that he had never thought of. She lost her soul and seemed to be in chaos. She was thinking nonsense and crossed the Zifu cave and the nine clouds to the eight-view palace hall entangled on the road. There, an old man with white hair and a green hand was nodding and smiling at her...

In a thought, from birth to entering the world, looking back, it was full of smoke, but suddenly thought that it was just a dream. I don't know that she is the first person in the world to ascend to heaven and understand the path of Taixuan.

Surrounded by Baoguang, she pressed her heart's wild thoughts. At this moment, what she was most concerned about was the whereabouts of Xie Yuankong, the one-armed thief.

Qin Yan meditated for a day and a night and finally woke up at dusk the next day.

Yu Hanyan stayed by his side for two days. At this time, he was full of fatigue and still insisted on not closing his eyes. How about it?" She asked nervously.

Qin Yan shook his head: "The barrier is so deep that I can't return to heaven with my mana. I have to go back to the teacher's door and ask a senior for help.

"Which senior?" Yu Hanyan also knew a little about several predecessors in the family.

"The senior who played chess on a stone bridge in front of Jingxin slope, his old man's shadow art has become the ninth perfect state, and even Master Yan's mark can be melted. As long as he takes action, he will definitely help me resolve this disaster!"

"I'll go with you!" Yu Hanyan suddenly got up and said, "It's not too late. Let's go now!"

Qin Yan got up with her and was about to take a step. Suddenly, his face changed. He sighed and smiled bitterly, "I'm afraid it's too late."

As soon as the words fell, I saw a golden light shining directly from the sky, and Yemole's loud voice shocked the world: "There is no good and silent moon sound king Buddha! Where is Lord Qin going?

The golden light came in front of him from far to near and fell on the long street. Three figures appeared in the light, namely the solemn old monk of the Western Regions, the short dwarf holding an iron bar, and a masked thin man who was only half a head taller than a dwarf, dressed in gray and carrying two shoulders.

These three appeared on the street so loudly that they suddenly made all the pedestrians in the town think that they were Bodhisattva. They hurriedly knelt down to worship, kowtowed to the Bodhisattva, and begged the Bodhisattva to kill demons and kill evil spirits.

Jemore waved his big sleeves, and a circle of golden light rippled away, shining three miles. Everyone in the town was like a spring breeze, and they felt extremely stable. They were no longer afraid of terror and knelt down more devoutly to thank Buddha's grace.

Yamole faced Qin Yan, ceremonially and said loudly, "Lord Qin, the poor monk was guided by our Buddha and came to seek the true scriptures. I hope the benefactor will not hesitate to give the poor monk a look!"

Qin Yan sneered: "My Buddha has boundless wisdom, ten forces, four fearlessness, infinite methods, and Mahayana. Why do I need to borrow the law from the outside?"

Jemor said, "The world is stupid and trapped in the fire house. I, Buddha, would like to use all external forces to give alms, only to free all sentient beings. It's not a pity to have a good reputation!"

Qin Yan scolded: "Thief monk, you have a deep attachment. You wear a monk's clothes but do things that corrupt the Dharma. After death, you will enter reincarnation and can't live beyond your life!"

Yemole smiled, but his eyes turned cold: "Master Qin, you still can't see it! Anyway, the poor monk doesn't make sense to you, if... let the Buddha tell you in person!" He shouted in a low voice, and there was a muffled thunder in his throat, "Ding Lun, present the scriptures!"

The masked thin man with a burden stood silently behind him, like a dry branch, and even if he was bathed in the light of Buddha, he did not have any attractive characteristics. Hearing Yemole's order, the thin man suddenly raised his arms and raised the heavy burden on his shoulders into the air. He saw a golden light more dazzling than the Buddha's light radiating from the shoulder, and a sacred and magnificent momentum rose up, giving people the feeling of being in the Great Leiyin Temple and seeing the Bodhisattvas and Buddhas in awe.

Qin Yan couldn't help taking a step back, narrowing his eyes, and then heard the sound of the wind, not a hidden weapon attack, but shooting in all directions. After trying to adapt to this dazzling light, he gradually saw the scene in front of him. Countless scriptures were arranged three feet high, scattered and stimulated each other, covering the whole town.

Qin Yan bathed in the golden light and suddenly felt that his body was much heavier. Knowing that there was something different, he quickly raised his hand and shot at the two scriptures above his head. However, the two scriptures were like virtual shadows, and the invincible sword spirit penetrated through them, and the golden light did not waver at all.