A thousand years ago, there was an unknown mountain in Tianzhu. Because the sun shone on the top of the mountain, there would be golden reflections, so the locals called the mountain Jinding Mountain. Later, the Vajra went there and built a temple on the top of the mountain. The locals called the temple Jinding Temple.

Later, Vajra Grimur accepted six disciples and taught martial arts carefully. He had been unable to break through for a lifetime. He finally sat in Jinding Temple, leaving behind a tradition of Taoism. Jinding Temple was not incense and was deserted. Until three hundred years later, Jinding Temple adopted a child and named him Kumarajiva. He was not an ordinary abandoned baby, but the only son of the Emperor of Heaven and the future king of India.

After living in the temple for fifteen years, the father and son met each other by chance. Kumarajiva became the queen of India. In order to repay the kindness of Jinding Temple for raising Jinding Temple, he specially invested in the reconstruction of Jinding Temple. Because of this legend, the temple was called Baoen Temple. Later, Baoen Temple became bigger and became a punishment hall for Buddhism in India. It was also respected by monks as the Great Baoen Temple.

In the morning sun, Xuan Qi looked at the mountain gate of Dabaoen Temple and saw a golden auspicious cloud entrenching on the temple. The believers did not have much faith. They surrounded the auspicious clouds and nourished the auspicious clouds. Above Dabaoen Temple, there was a mass of sect fortune that had been passed down for at least 600 years. The lowest level of sect fortune is white, and the highest level of sect fortune is golden. The above sect fortune has turned red and gold, and it almost turned golden.

What is the fortune of teaching? It is something that controls the power of faith. One person becomes a god, and the chicken and dog ascends to heaven. It is blessed with people and worships people. Over time, it will reach the altar and establish a sect and become the faith in the hearts of believers. Three people can establish a sect, and ten people can establish a sect. It will bring a national destiny. The Dabaoen Temple also has the fortune of teaching. It is transcendent without facing the believers of sentient beings, but it can use the power of faith of sentient beings to take it for oneself.

Looking at the golden auspicious clouds above Dabaoen Temple, Xuan Qi frowned. It was really a dragon and tiger den. The old man was afraid that Xuan Qi would be impulsive and whispered: "Look at the auspicious clouds above Dabaoen Temple, the golden lines stretched out red blood. It was the killing spirit of Dabaoen Temple, the punishment law of Dabaoen Temple was in charge of the law of punishment. The killing spirit was rich and the teaching luck was long. It also had a close relationship with the Buddha Kingdom in India. If you were not careful, you would fight against the entire Buddha Kingdom."

"What should I do?" Xuan Qi was depressed: "It is said that the older the world, the less courageous you are. You look forward to the front and back everywhere, fearing the left and right. If this continues, everything will not be done, and even your mood will fall into a cliché. How can you change your destiny and become extraordinary?"

When Xuan Qi said this, the old man was shocked. Thinking about it carefully, it was indeed the case. The old man in the world was timid and said he was cautious, but he would miss a lot of opportunities. Faced with Xuan Qi's accusations, the old man couldn't help but say: "They are indeed very strong, you are alone..."

"I'm not stupid. Even though I know that the other party has many people, I still go to the door in a big way?" A hint of coldness appeared on the corner of Xuan Qi's mouth, and his murderous aura was introverted, floating like a fallen leaf. Xuan Qi said softly: "I'll go into the village quietly, don't shoot."

The way to kill is not a high-sounding thing. To endure surprise attacks, assassination and poisoning are used. To put it bluntly, it is called defeating the strong with the weak, but in fact it is to use any means to achieve the goal.

The busy monks were having breakfast, but they didn't know that there was a killing god on the roof. Xuan Qi walked forward on the tiles on the temple, his spiritual sense was wide open, and the Qi-demon technique was used in his eyes. Everyone had different luck. Xuan Qinghe's experience and luck were obviously different from others. In the temple of more than 700 people, it was so conspicuous, just like a black bean mixed into a white sesame seed.

The two carried cages made of steel and carried them from the Precepts Academy to the Abbot's Court. The cultivation level of Dilishe was higher than that of Brahmins. Brahmins could not awaken Xuanqinghe, but Dilishe could.

There happened to be a canteen between the Precepts Court and the Abbot's Court. Xuan Qi was lurking on it and was about to rush down, but the old man comforted him again, "Wait a little longer, there are many people below."

After not seeing each other for many days, the old man's face was white, his eyes were closed, and his facial features were powerful without anger. This is the Xuan family's secret technique, the turtle breathing technique. It allows the soul to enter deep sleep, and the body's dependence on matter is minimal. If it is not awakened by outsiders, Xuan Qinghe can sleep for decades.

The anger in Xuan Qi's chest exploded, and the murderous aura that had been hidden was rushing wildly. The inner demon in his heart was in trouble. The way to kill was like a suppressed volcano, and the flames that surged into the sky instantly exploded.

Xuan Qi was lucky and unfortunately lived again. He had the experience of transcending the times than others, and his cultivation was smooth sailing. In just two years, he achieved a state that others could not reach in his life. He had a confidante and a magic weapon. Even the inner demon who wanted to cause trouble was suppressed by the Soul-Requiem Jade, and could not shake Xuan Qi's heart.

It is precisely because the road is too smooth and the realm of practice is too outrageous. The murderous aura in the heart is suppressed. Over time, the heart demon will always be strong. With Xuan Qi's realm, the water rises and the ship is so strong that the Requiem Jade cannot suppress. The crazy inner demon has turned into a demon seed, and it is better to be distracted than to block it. Lao Tzu also agreed to Xuan Qi to vent it, release all the murderous demon seeds, break it and then stand it. Maybe by accident, you can get out of a brand new realm.

Seeing his grandfather being humiliated, Xuan Qi's rationality was gone, his eyes were blood red, and only the idea of ​​killing was left in his heart. The murderous aura filled his body and spread unscrupulously in this void.

Dilishe, who was chatting with the Brahmins, suddenly frowned and whispered to himself: "What a rich killing."

A smile flashed obscurely on the corner of the Brahmin's mouth, and at the same time, he added fuel to the fire and said, "If it is broken, it may be the people of the Xuan family who have been found? What should I do?"

A trace of ruthlessness flashed across Dilishe's eyebrows: "This is Dabao'en Temple, no matter who comes here, you have to listen to me." As he said that, he walked out of the Zen room.

Xuan Qi, who was burned by the anger, roared blood all over his body. He reached out to pull out the Four Sheep Lord from the void, looked at the grandfather in the cage, and then looked at the monk who was eating below. Xuan Qi felt a sense of anger: "Eat your sister." As he said that, his feet were exerting force, his body soared into the sky, and swung the Four Sheep Lord with both hands, and turned his body in the void, and his head and feet were used to apply the true energy on the Great Lord. The Four Sheep Lord turned into a meteor and smashed it towards the roof of the canteen.

As the true energy roared, the void seemed to have a transparent fist. The void shattered into a halo and roared. All the scenery in this area swayed, like a chaotic magnetic field before an earthquake.

"Thief, dare" Dilishe, who had just left the house, saw the Four Sheep Lord falling from the void, let out a light roar, raised one palm, grabbed the beads on his chest with his other hand, and pulled it suddenly. One hundred and eight ebony beads were scattered, and a crescent-shaped scimitar condensed, wrapped with one hundred and eight ebony Buddhist beads, and hit Xuan Qi in the void.

The monks who were rumbling about eating did not know that disaster came from the sky. The strong main beam broke from one to two. As Xuan Qi's true energy roared, the surrounding beams broke one after another. The void broke into a sound explosion, and the entire canteen collapsed like a building block.

All the monks in the room suffered disaster. Those with cultivation were saved by themselves, while those without cultivation were waiting to die. For a moment, Jingyi's Buddhist temple turned into Shura hell.

The ground trembled three times, Xuan Qi released his murderous intent, and stood on the ruins, the surrounding souls merged into Xuan Qi's body. The way of killing, which was already sharp, burst out with a razor-light that was hard to see directly.

The sound of breaking the air came to my ears, followed by a string of ebony Buddhist beads. Xuan Qi narrowed his eyes slightly, opened his mouth and let out a low roar: "Bo" and swung the Four Sheep Lord and smashed it forward.

The sound of the sound in the void was shaking, the scimitar hand was broken, and one hundred and eight Buddhist beads were smashed on the Four Sheep Lords, and a series of detonations formed ripples in the void. Some monks who were not killed were now shocked to death.

The way to kill requires the absorption of killing energy. The more people you kill, the stronger the inner demon will be, and the combat power will naturally increase. Originally, Xuan Qi's eyes were still clearly black and white. As the murderous aura continued to flush, Xuan Qi's eyes became blood red. Of course, the way to killing became more pure, and his combat power soared exponentially.

"The Crime Dead" Di Lishe was trembling all over his body. Looking at the destroyed dining hall, I don't know how many survivors there were in the ruins. Di Lishe was heartbroken and angry. He was so angry that he was born and two Buddhas ascended to heaven that he pointed at Xuan Qi. He was speechless for a long time, and the wind was messy.

"Go to die" Xuan Qi on the ruins, only killing and destruction were left in his head. He reached out and took out dozens of pineapple grenades from the void, and threw them forward like a fairy scattered flowers.

Boom boom boom... The Buddhist Pure Land was filled with smoke for a moment, and after all, it was still a physical body. Even if the true qi protects the body, it could not completely block the shrapnel. Facing Xuan Qi's attack, Dilishe was shocked to flash into the house. The Brahmin, who was originally sitting on the mountain to watch the tiger fight, immediately shrank behind the door.

Amid the roar and explosion, Xuan Qi seemed to be a tiger. He rushed to the iron cage in two steps, kicked a monk away, waved the great master and smashed another monk, holding the iron cage as thick as his wrists in both hands, and shouted loudly: "Open". With this angry roar, the iron cage was pulled open by Xuan Qi, and Xuan Qinghe was carried out from it.

The explosion of dust dissipated, and the Brahmins and Dilishe appeared in the room again. Dilishe looked gloomy and his eyes wandered. After seeing Xuan Qi's cultivation level, the arrogance in his heart disappeared. His ruthless murderous intent and changing fighting style made Dilishe retreat.

The tiger was driven to swallow the wolf, and finally attracted the tiger, so the Brahmin naturally wanted to block the wolf's retreat. Looking at Xuan Qi, he shouted: "It turns out that you came to save him, and we will give him to you as soon as possible, so why did this happen so much?" He said with a compassionate expression: "My thousand-year inheritance of Dabaoen Temple, the lives of nearly a thousand monks...

These words were loud and loud, and the hesitant Dilishe could not retreat. The thousand-year heritage and the lives of nearly a thousand monks were a blood debt that needed blood. Dilishe had to drive away the fear in his heart, and his fighting spirit was then high.
Chapter completed!