Chapter 484: Walk
into the Valley of Regret.
Huijue's roar was interrupted by a giant golden palm coming towards him.
His body was originally embedded in the mountain, but when this palm fell, he forcibly made a palm print with a radius of dozens of feet on the entire mountain, hitting Huijue deeper.
In the sky, Huikong had a sullen face, slowly retracted his hand, and said in a cold voice: "Kill him, junior brother."
In the deep mountain, Huijue took a long breath.
He freed his hands and feet from the layers of rubble. The cassock on his body had long been turned into rags, but there were no scars on his skin that glowed with a faint golden light.
Except for the mouthful of blood he spat out when he used the Golden Cicada Reincarnation Technique, it seemed that the previous fierce battles and that palm had not caused any harm to him.
He slowly flew out of the deep pit of palm prints and looked directly at Huikong: "Brother, I am right."
"It seems...say more It’s useless.” Huikong sighed: “Then... continue.”
After the words fell, the two people's pupils condensed at the same time, and they pushed out with both hands!
Countless golden swastikas appeared, wrapping the two of them to prevent the aftermath of their battle from spilling out. However, it was obvious that Huikong could no longer be too distracted to control the formation at this time. With the palm power of the two, Colliding in the air, these swastika golden symbols once again shattered into pieces flying all over the sky.
Amidst the loud noise, Huijue was once again deeply shaken into the mountain of the Heart of Regret, while Huikong was thrown away like a kite with its string broken.
The aftermath of the docking shattered the cliffs on both sides of the valley, and boulders fell like rain, making it look like the sky was falling apart.
At this moment, a bloody meteor suddenly streaked across the sky.
Huijue's eyes lit up.
That... is Fu Qingzhou.
A pair of blood-colored cicada wings sprouted from his back and flew toward Hui Jue at extremely fast speeds.
Of course, the fly in the ointment is... there is a Yuan Zhen hanging on his back.
The corner of Hui Jue’s mouth raised a smile.
But in the blink of an eye, Fu Qingzhou stopped next to Hui Jue.
His eyes were filled with blood, and his body was extremely bloody. A pair of blood-colored cicada wings slowly gathered behind his back, and he looked at Hui Jue expressionlessly.
"Uncle Master..."
At this time, Yuan Zhen raised his head and said with a deep eyebrow: "You..."
However, Huijue didn't at all Going to listen to him.
A golden hand was raised and pressed towards the top of Yuan Zhen's head.
Yuanzhen's pupils condensed, looking at the golden palm approaching quickly, even he couldn't help but have a trace of fear in his eyes.
But luckily, just before that palm touched the top of his head, another big golden hand reached out and strangled Huijue's wrist!
"Master!"
Yuanzhen was delighted.
Yes, Huikong, who was blown away just now, is back.
His eyes were cold, one hand was holding Hui Jue's wrist, and the other hand was reaching out to Fu Qingzhou, trying to push him and Yuan Zhen away together.
Huijue said nothing, but also stretched out his other hand and grabbed the wrist that Huikong pushed towards Fu Qingzhou.
For a moment, the two most powerful Xuanxing experts in Jinchan Temple... held each other's hands and were in a stalemate.
"Buddha."
Huijue turned to look at Fu Qingzhou: "Come."
Hearing his call, Fu Qingzhou's eyes turned red and he stepped towards him. No matter how Yuan Zhen dragged and blocked him, he could not stop him.
But just when he was about to arrive in front of Hui Jue, suddenly... a puff of white smoke came from the top of his head.
Then, his head tilted and his steps stopped, like a puppet that had lost control. He stopped moving. Yuan Zhen, who was dragging him, didn't react. With a strong force, he directly dragged Fu Qingzhou to the ground. .
Yuanzhen: "?"
Huijue was startled, divine light flashed in his eyes, activating some magic spell, but Fu Qingzhou remained unmoved and remained in a "downtime" state.
Huijue wanted to do something else, but in the next moment, Huikong moved sideways and stopped in front of him.
"Yuanzhen."
Huikong said lightly: "Let's go."
Yuanzhen did not hesitate, nodded lightly, stood up on the spot, and Taking advantage of the situation, he carried Fu Qingzhou on his back and ran away!
Huijue narrowed his eyes slightly, wanting to do something, but at this moment he and Huikong were locked in arms, and they were locked in a stalemate, unable to move even an inch.
"Senior brother."
Hui Jue said solemnly: "The matter has come to this...don't blame me anymore." After saying that, under Huikong's solemn gaze, his body slowly started to rise. The blood is rising...
...
"Donor Fu, you must be fighting against the external evil in your soul!"
Yuanzhen ran all the way with Fu Qingzhou on his back, and kept saying: "You will succeed! Poor monk... chant for you. Heart Sutra! "
"If the heart is pure, the qi will be peaceful; if the heart is scattered, the qi will follow. You should know that the heart is the source of all things, and the qi is the messenger of the heart. When the body is in harmony, the body is peaceful, and when the body is peaceful, the Tao is prosperous..."
"Also, with a pure mind, you should visualize yourself sitting on a lotus flower, and the distracting thoughts in your mind will disappear like flowing water, leaving only the pure mind of the lotus flower emerging from the mud. Not stained, your mind should also be like this, even though you are in the mortal world, not stained..."
"Again, pure intention, you should hold this Dharani mantra, and the mantra says: 'Om Mani' Padme hum'. This mantra can eliminate all suffering. It is true and true. You should practice it day and night, purify your mind and calm your energy, and you will achieve success..."
He was obviously running very fast, but as his lips touched slightly up and down, every word seemed to come out of thin air. They no longer seemed like words spoken by him, but like words from the Buddha in his heart, so calm that there was no tremor.
But halfway through reading, Yuan Zhen suddenly felt respectful and turned his head suddenly!
I saw a strange laugh coming from the sky, it was Huiming, a skinless bloody man!
He flew towards the two of them suddenly, very fast!
Yuanzhen’s pupils were condensed and her legs sank slightly, as if she wanted to do something.
But when Huiming was less than five feet away from him, a figure suddenly flew across and knocked Huiming away!
“Senior Brother Yuan Chun!”
After seeing the figure clearly, Yuan Zhen was overjoyed.
I saw Yuan Chun holding Huiming and rolling to the side, pressing him to the ground, trying to restrain him; but Huiming's strength was also extremely strong, and he struggled violently like a wild beast. Soon a terrifying bloody air wave erupted, shaking Yuan Chun away.
After shaking Yuan Chun away, Huiming flew into the sky again. Yuan Chun also rolled on the spot and chased after him.
After Yuan Zhen stared for a few seconds with wide eyes, he knew that he couldn't care about this matter for the time being, so he could only... take care of the immediate things first.
He recited the Heart Sutra again and continued to run towards the outside of the temple with Fu Qingzhou on his back.
Actually, he didn’t know why he ran outside the temple.
All he knew was that his master had said "go" to him, so he had to leave... Where? If you don’t know, just follow your heart.
Yuan Zhen felt that since Jin Chan Temple was in chaos at this time, he should leave the temple.
He ran very fast, like a bolt of lightning, with a step of more than ten feet. Every step left a deep footprint on the green brick ground.
However, his path forward was not smooth.
From the Valley of Regrets to the Temple, you need to pass through several halls and squares along the way. Along the way, there are too many crazy monks who were influenced by Huiming.
They were full of blood and hurt every time they saw someone, like walking zombies who had lost their minds.
In some places, there are still sober monks trying to subdue these blood monks, but in more places, these blood monks have seriously injured or even killed their former brothers, and then wander aimlessly. , waiting for the next target to appear...such as Yuan Zhen.
Yuan Zhen carried Fu Qingzhou on his back and jumped among the intricate corridors and Buddhist halls of Jin Chan Temple. Behind them were a group of monks who were eroded by blood and fell into madness. They roared and waved sticks in pursuit.
Every time the blood monks approached, Yuan Zhen suddenly increased his speed, and his body was like lightning. He tapped on the eaves, treetops, and walls, jumped up again, and distanced himself from the blood monks.
As they gradually approached the edge of Jin Chan Temple, a faint white mist began to fill the air... This white mist seemed to have some mysterious power. As soon as the blood monks entered the mist, they moved It became sluggish, as if bound by some invisible force.
“Great!”
Seeing this, Yuan Zhen was overjoyed: “This must be the magical effect of the auspicious sea cloud formation! They can’t catch up! Donor Fu, you are so fast It will be fine!”
He was carrying Fu Qingzhou on his back, his figure looming in the fog, like an agile leopard, freely shuttled through the dense forest.
The blood monks seemed to be stuck in a quagmire. Their movements became slower and slower, and their roars gradually weakened... They tried to break free from the shackles, but to no avail.
Yuanzhen took this opportunity to speed up and pull the distance further and further away.
He passed through Buddhist temples and pagodas, and finally set foot on the boulevard.
The white fog here is so thick that it is almost impossible to see anything beyond three feet. However, Yuan Zhen grew up in the temple after all, and is extremely familiar with every plant and tree here, even though the white fog is extremely thick. , and couldn't stop him.
Until...
A sharp sword energy suddenly appeared in the fog!
The sword energy hit her face, Yuan Zhen seemed to feel something, and stopped suddenly.
In an instant, countless swords rolled in!
But they did not hurt Yuan Zhen and Fu Qingzhou, they just scraped against the edges of their bodies and dispersed the white mist.
In the dissipating white mist, there was a sound of rapid footsteps.
"Stop and tell me clearly..."
This is a low voice.
The next second, Li Jingzhe's figure appeared in the fog.
Halfway through his words, he saw Fu Qingzhou lying on Yuan Zhen’s shoulder, and was suddenly startled: "...Fu Qingzhou!"
(End of this chapter)