Chapter 985: Secret

Jian Nanchun was talking about the Little Supreme Buddha, but Xia Ruxue thought of another person.

If he is still alive, after a hundred years, he dare not say that he is invincible, at least, he will not be much worse than the Little Supreme Buddha.

After Jian Nanchun finished talking about the birth of the Little Supreme Buddha, he stopped talking and sat carelessly on the edge of the lotus platform, drinking while waiting.

For this Xuanmen event, monks came from all over the world, and it would take three to five or seven days just to come, and it might take a month at most, and no one was in a hurry.

All the monks present sat quietly for several days.

The little Supreme Buddha, who had been waiting for visitors in the sky, suddenly opened his eyes, a round of lotus seals lit up between his brows, and his eyes were shining brightly.

He clasped his palms together, and then pushed forward, the barrier of Yan Fuzhou Cave was split, revealing the blue sea and blue sky outside.

And on the blue sea, far away from the horizon, a black cloud so thick that it seemed to be dripping ink at any time, rolled in with the momentum of thunder!

A black cloud covering the sky!

Above the black clouds, there are a group of unruly figures, with two leaders, a man and a woman. . The man is handsome, with cold brows, and the woman smiles like a flower, surrounded by thunder.

The two walked hand in hand, like a demon couple.

"Little Supreme Buddha of Yan Fuzhou, welcome everyone in the Hall of Demons!"

Faced with such a frightening momentum, the Little Supreme Buddha smiled indifferently, and said loudly, the voice was like a bell, rolling out.

...

Behind the leading handsome man and beautiful woman.

There are also four old men with strange shapes.

If Yi Lin is here, she may recognize two of them, they are the old couple who opened a steamed stuffed bun shop in Qingdu back then.

The two of them are the thunder protector and the wind protector among the four protectors "wind, thunder, mountain, and fire" in the Mara Hall.

There were two people left, one was as tall as an ox, with a bloody ax on his back, his naked upper body was tattooed with staggered bloody textures, and around his neck was a string of broken human skulls. Lian, this image, one can tell at a glance that he is not a good person.

He is the Mountain Protector of Mara Hall, Mount Huyanhao.

The other person is an old man with a hunched back, with a big medicine box on his back,

A small black flag was erected next to the box, and three words were written on the flag: Doctors can't survive.

However, "medicine can't live" is not the old man's real name, it is just the creed he believed in during his medical career.

No one knows his real name, but in the circle, anyone who knows this person will call him "sick doctor" with a complicated expression.

The Dharma Protector of Mo Luo Dian Huo, a sick doctor.

In addition to the four guardians of wind, thunder, mountains and fire, the Mo Luodian group also has a group of demon disciples of various ages. They are all elites of the demon sect who have lived for more than a hundred years. Together they built a black cloud under their feet.

buzz buzz...

The moment everyone in Mo Luo Hall appeared in Yan Fuzhou, behind Xia Ruxue, the snow-white flying sword made an ear-piercing buzzing sound.

In an instant, around Xia Ruxue, the temperature plummeted, and the cold was threatening.

Xia Ruxue saw a person.

Back then, in the battle of monks in Qingdu, this person had plotted against his senior brother behind his back.

Although the plot was not successful, but if there is anyone alive among the brothers' enemies who are alive today, it would be the second protector of Fenglei from the Mo Luo Palace, and the woman riding the spirit snake who followed them.

Li Qianqian!

traitor!

As the saying goes, when enemies meet, they are extremely jealous. The enemy of the senior brother is Xia Ruxue's enemy. When they appeared, Xia Ruxue's mood fluctuated violently.

"On other people's territory, it is not suitable to do it today."

Jian Nanchun stood up, and lightly patted his junior sister on the shoulder. Although he said these words calmly, Jian Nanchun's slightly narrowed eyes showed murderous aura from time to time, and it seemed that he was working very hard.

The "Wuhen" sword intent he realized was originally a murderous sword, taking people's lives invisibly. As for why Jian Nanchun was able to comprehend the "Wuhen" sword intent, the profound meaning is self-evident.

"call……"

Xia Ruxue let out a cold breath, closed and opened her eyes, and regained her composure.

She has cultivated for a hundred years, and she has already forged an extraordinary will.

After entering the Demon Hall, the atmosphere on Yan Fuzhou's Three Thousand Lotus Stage changed strangely.

Many casual cultivators naturally learned that Moluo Palace and Tianjianmen have been entangled in grievances for thousands of years. Even in the past thousand years, because of the "peace treaty", the two behemoths did not have any violent conflicts, but no matter what Whether it's due to the conflict of ideas, or the accumulation of hatred, if you meet each other without fighting, you are already Amitabha, and you can't force people to greet you with a smile.

All the people in Mo Luo Hall sat down on their "seats".

Each lotus platform is about a few square meters, and can only accommodate several people standing at the same time without feeling aggrieved.

Mo Luodian's headed couple, whether intentionally or not, happened to land on the lotus platform where Jiannanchun, Xia Ruxue, and Black and White Eryang were.

Xia Ruxue clenched her pink and white fists in the long sleeves of her green shirt, and then slowly loosened them.

When Xia Ruxue was silent, it was the other party who spoke first.

"Xiaoman, next July 7th, please offer a stick of incense for Xiaohu in front of Brother Lin's grave."

It turned out that the leading handsome man and beautiful woman were actually Wang Xiaohu who had a shallow friendship with Xia Xiaoman back then, and his partner Yan Qianxiu.

Jian Nanchun sighed: "In a hundred years, things change and people change."

Xia Ruxue was expressionless: "Xia Xiaoman is dead, you have mistaken the person."

"Xia... Ruxue." Wang Xiaohu's expression was also icy cold, his eyes were empty, he stared at the direction of the treasure tree, and did not meet Xia Ruxue's eyes, his dry lips whispered: "Next July 7th, please replace Xiaohu In front of Brother Lin's grave, offer a stick of incense."

Xia Ruxue: "You are not worthy."

Wang Xiaohu finally looked at Xia Ruxue: "Yes, I don't deserve it. But I beg you, for the sake of...a hundred years ago I saved your life in the Golden Temple. Since then, we have been sworn enemies, and the kindness will be wiped out. "

Jian Nanchun patted Xia Ruxue's shoulder again, shook his head and sighed with emotion.

He recalled the time when he met two ignorant teenagers outside the Golden Temple.

One boy is honest and passionate, and the other is cunning and funny.

Over the course of a hundred years, Wang Xiaohu's temperament changed drastically, and he became the "devil son" of Mo Luo Temple, and he lived and flew with "Saint" Yan Qianxiu, while another young man, Lin Yi,...

"Can."

Finally, Xia Ruxue's eyes flickered, and she agreed.

Wang Xiaohu looked away: "Thank you."

In fact, to put it bluntly, Xia Ruxue didn't hate Wang Xiaohu.

In other words, that kind of hate is not the kind of "hate" that ordinary people say.

Angry at not fighting, hating the sky for injustice.

Wang Xiaohu is pitiful, his experience made him what he is today.

However, the senior brother must not want to, the former brother Wang Xiaohu has become like this.

That's why Xia Ruxue said "you are not worthy".

Xia Ruxue closed her eyes.

...

Another three days.

Anyone who can come has come.

If you can't come, Little Supreme Buddha doesn't seem to have any intention of waiting.

The reason why he gathered the three sects of Dao, Demon and Buddha in Yan Fuzhou was for a great event.

One...a major event related to the fate of the Xuanmen.

The golden light that filled the sky was born and died, and the golden light that finally dissipated gathered under the seat of the Little Supreme Buddha to form a twenty-one-petal lotus platform.

The little Supreme Buddha sits on the lotus platform, his face is filled with brilliant golden light.

He didn't talk nonsense, and he threw a bomb in his opening remarks:

"It was supposed to be a once-in-a-thousand-year celebration for all of you to gather here, but here, the poor monk has to tell you one thing."

"Ten years ago, the master of the poor monk, the Supreme Buddha, passed away."

After finishing speaking, Little Supreme Buddha clasped his palms together, closed his eyes and paused for a moment.

Has the Supreme Buddha passed away?

This news shocked the faces of all the seniors, their breaths were turbulent, and it was difficult to calm down.

The younger generation may not know who the Supreme Buddha is, but it is impossible for the older generation to not know.

The status of the Supreme Buddha is the same as that of the head of the Heavenly Sword Sect Supreme in the Heavenly Sword Sect. His Dharma practice is unfathomable. It is precisely because thousands of years ago, the three supreme beings, Supreme Buddha, Mara, and Heavenly Sword Supreme, checked and balanced each other, and no one could do anything to each other. The "peace treaty" situation.

But now... the Supreme Buddha died ten years ago?

Yan Fuzhou actually hid this big news for ten years?

Little Supreme Buddha did not give everyone time to digest the news,

After a moment of pondering, he told the truth amidst the buzzing and low-pitched discussions:

"Ten years ago, the spiritual energy in the heaven and the earth was rapidly exhausted. Master Supreme Buddha, in order to find the source of the exhausted spiritual energy, went to the Nine Heavens alone."

"It was more than a month after Shizun went to the Nine Heavens, and Shizun returned, but his body was mutilated. There were holes in the shape of 'handprints' on it, and he was already dying."

swish.

All the lotus platforms were silent.

Immediately afterwards, the Little Supreme Buddha said again:

"Before the master died, he desperately told the little monk the secret of exhaustion of spiritual energy."

"In the Nine Heavens, a hole was opened."

There was finally a slight change in the calm expression of Little Supreme Buddha. I saw him holding a flower with his left hand, pointing to the sky with his right, and sighed:

"A 'hole' capable of destroying all living beings in the world!"