Chapter 212: Go to the wasteland!

The practice that I cultivated is the artifact of the world, and cannot be easily leaked, the land of the body! But since you told me the secrets of the supreme mystery, let us form a Taoist and protect each other, then I will hide you, silver yarn, and I will share my last secret with you. /first/fat"
Hong Yi took out the "Past Classics" of the Dark Golden Handkerchief and pinched it in his hand, as if he was pinching his life.
Indeed, this thing is more important than the root of life.
Without this book, I am still a poor man who struggles and knows nothing.
This verse is not only the numerous monks in the world, but also the demon, the devil, the dream of the ghosts, and the book of the fate of Hong Yi.
"Who was the monk of the Indian month? I hid this verse in an ordinary martial art. Did you know that it changed my destiny?"
In Hong Yi’s heart, there was another thought.
"What the is it? Bao Dian? Is this serious? You seem to be a light law, don't want any baby, you rely on your own, and actually collect things? It really can't be seen."
Zen silver yarn looked at Hong Yi’s movements, and he did not seem to care much about the general, but some were only curious.
She and Hong Yi had been in contact for such a period of time and consciously understood the character of Hong Yi.
Even the sky bow. Promise arrow. Xiandu; such a magic weapon. Hong Yi can make it out. I didn’t see anything at all~
Like the law. Zhenwu Holy Body. Moro god. Even the secrets of the elites are also willing to share with others.
Follow the truth. Hong Yi should not be so serious about collecting things in order.
"This is the Great Zen Temple. Among the three volumes of the scriptures. The meditation of the yang gods past the Amitabha. I can show the realm of the realm. You and the ghosts are hard to resist. It depends on it! Originally I was prepared to cultivate until the world is invincible. I will take it out again. But now you have passed the highest secret of the shrine to me. I can't vote for Lee. It is reported to Qiong Yao."
Hong Yi spread the "Past Classics" verses from his fists. put it on the table. Spread a little bit. Suddenly. A pair of sun, moon and stars are 袈裟. Sitting in the hollow center. The eternal Buddha. Appeared.
Zen silver yarn only took a look. The eyes will not move.
She is a demon who has been practicing for more than three hundred years, and she has no experience in Taoism.
With her eyes, nature can see at a glance, the portrait on this text represents a mysterious will.
"this is"
Zen silver yarn ghosts are determined, and the sound can't help but tremble.
Later, she rubbed her eyes with her hand, fearing that she was wrong.
"This is the past of one of the three volumes of the Great Zen Temple. It is sealed in an ordinary martial art. I occasionally burned the martial arts, and this book appeared."
Hung Yi said it again.
"!"
After a sigh of excitement in the zen silk yarn throat, the eyes were sharp as a knife, but they were not placed on the past, but they looked directly at Hong Yi.
Hung Yi looked at the past with a soft gaze, and his eyes were open and confusing. There was no discretion and treacherousness. It was like a simple boy who wholeheartedly dedicated himself to his lover.
In a flash, the Zen silver yarn felt that Hong Yi’s thoughts were extremely smooth, and the incomparably pure, it seemed to become a clear and transparent autumn water, without any impurities, no point.
Hong Yi at this moment is pure, not a little bit and clever.
At this moment, the power of the spirit of Hong Yi seems to have increased a lot, and the cultivation is a step further.
"Hey!"
The Zen silver yarn closed her eyes and seemed to be a small rest for a while, then took a long breath.
"I almost lost my heart, Hong Yi, you almost broke my heart!"
Indeed, just when her eyes saw the past, the mind fell and almost the heart was broken.
Fortunately, the Zen silver yarn was cultivated to a high level. After a while, it stabilized its own thoughts, but did not take the past and stopped watching.
"Hung Yi, you put it away, I have calmed down my mind, and then look at this verse, my mind is not calm, even if this book is a classic, I am afraid that I will practice hard and will die and die. The higher the magic, the stronger the scriptures, the higher the law, the stronger the demons."
I saw that the Zen silver yarn was not in a hurry to watch, but let myself put it away. Hong Yi’s heart glimpsed and knew that the Zen silver yarn was calm.
When I got the past, I didn't rush to practice and watch it, but I collected it, burned it, and calmed down before I began to watch the ground.
The more serious the treasure, the more careful it is, and the more you can't be happy. This is the most practical reason for readers.
"It is true that there is no classic, the mood is not calm, and the thoughts are not as good as stopping the water, and you can't watch it." Hung Yi's eyes slammed, grabbed the past, and raised his hand. This piece of scriptures flew directly to the Zen silver yarn.
"You put it together, since it is a Taoist, we will meet for a hundred years in the future, and the time is still long. At this time, I am relaxed." Hong Yi throws out the "Past Classics" and is very relaxed and easy. Completed a great merit
boom!
Zen silver yarn saw the past flying over, and did not pick it up by hand, but grabbed it with a handle, a group of mines, faintly appeared in it, wrapped the past, and then the thunder slammed, it seems Grind this volume into pieces.
"Silver yarn, what are you doing?"
"This volume of scriptures, can not stay in the world, come to you with the power of real fire, let us cross the water and fire, completely destroy this volume of scriptures! The big Buddha above, I have just remembered my mind with my thoughts Among them, the rest of the scriptures, you will tell me later."
Zen silver yarn with both hands, this group of mines violently stirred, tearing the past through a slight tear.
Seeing Hong Yi seems to be stopping himself, Zen Yin yarn said: "The highest secret is to pass the mouth, to pass the heart, never to record on the paper, even the Taishang of the Taishang The secrets of the records, the legends are not complete, but are remembered by the saints and the lords. All the highest secrets recorded on paper must be envied by the heavens! Endless peeping. The Great Zen Temple The three volumes of the scriptures destroy the temple. If the two of them are in the world of this book, they will inevitably suffer in the future. In this world, although there are not many people who know the past, there are many, and they are definitely masters. It’s not that we both can compete.

"Yes, the most secret, it is indeed to pay attention to a mouthful, heart-to-heart, recorded on paper, itself will bring endless peeping, will be subject to the sky! This past scriptures are numerous Although the meaning is profound, although I have practiced, I have not cultivated to the highest level, but I have to enlighten and keep this verse. If something goes wrong and is obtained by others, it will immediately be a major disaster. After the destruction, let’s go. Search for treasures, let me listen to them, and learn together. At this time, my mood has not reached the realm of Da Ning, and I cannot watch."
Hong Yi saw the fineness of the Zen silver yarn thoughts. After he got the past, he did not read it carefully. He would be destroyed. At this time, he knew the spirit of the Zen silver yarn. It was indeed firm and convinced. Can be poncho
Such a woman, to be her own companion, is a good companion on the road.
Between the thoughts and minds, Hong Yi swayed his hands, and his thoughts came out. In the void, he condensed into a group of blazing flames and zen silver yarns. The water and fire entangled each other, the two ghosts The masters are united and use the Taoism to violently stir.
Half a time, one of the scriptures of the Great Zen Temple, the past Amitabha, finally turned into invisible smoke and disappeared into the world.
Since then, "The Past" has truly become a thing of the past.
"Oh! Originally thought that these three days of cultivation, we are all savvy, we can go to the wasteland. But you actually sent me this thing, at this time my thoughts are restless, the heart is shaken, met When I arrive at the Black Wolf King, I am afraid that it may not be his opponent. I have to spend a day to suppress the heart. You can protect the law for me. Don't mention anything in the past."
After destroying the past, the Zen silver yarn sat down and shook his head.
"This is a scripture, actually in your hands, I really did not think. Hey, your heart is already big, my heart is uneasy, one day, I don't know if the crackdown is not suppressed."
"I will protect the law for you."
Hong Yi sat down. At this time, there was no such peace in his heart. He did not feel the confidence that he could defeat Hong Xuanji like this.
Even if Hong Xuanji achieves immortality, even in the future, crush the vacuum.
Hong Yi also feels that he also has the confidence to win.
"If you are born with a ruthless and unrighteous person, you are deceiving your mother and getting too good to practice! Really like the ruthlessness of the heavens, I have nothing to say, but you have the plum blossoms of the main road. Hanging on the wall, it is clear that there is still feeling in the heart, so that the ends of the first and the last, the thoughts are not pure, even if it is a success of the people? The heart is unhindered, it is the root, if the human heart has obstacles, even if the six holy places, the ancient holy king The Taoism gathers together, and what?"
"Hong Xuanji, if you can break the heart, you will tear off the painting and burn it.
That is the real horror, don't you know if you tore it, or did you burn it?

Hong Yi remembered the painting that was hanging in the study room ~EbookFREE.me~.
After the thought flashed past, he sat down and used the technique to protect the Zen silver yarn and let her suppress the mind.
Sharing the past with the Zen silver yarn, the intention is to enhance the strength of the two, the Peacock King, the Heavenly Snake King, and other great masters, have arrived at the sea, do not enhance the strength, there is no chance to win the Qiankun bag.
However, I did not think of it, but it made the heart of the Zen silver yarn fall. This is the miscalculation of Hong Yi.
Time passed another day.
Zen silver yarn sneaked into the soul, suppressed the thought of the day, and finally got up.
At this time, the black wind is high.
Hong Yi and Zen silver yarn came to the beach, and they forgot each other. Suddenly, each movement technique, holding each other's body with a yin wind, suddenly, the wind rises, flies to the sea with the flesh, and the rapid direction Fly away!
Go to the wasteland!