Chapter 404: Heart fire self-immolation

"Is it a silver yarn? Is it because this gods and gods have a close connection with silver yarn? Otherwise, the tone of silver yarn will not be so irritating."
At the moment when the light and dark enchantment merged, Hong Yi heard the eager voice of the Zen silver yarn, and could not help but move.
At the same time as this movement, the light mannaro, the dark mannaro immediately stopped intermingling. The eight-robbery above the sky suddenly stunned and stopped spinning.
Originally, this eight-robbery was hit by the "Shenzhen Pearl" suspended in the sky, but now it has stopped.
In the sky, the bright enchantment screamed and slammed, and quickly recovered. However, this combination of splicing and breaking, the power is immediately reduced, and each thought becomes a separate existence. This is a huge danger.
The huge electric shock of "Shentian Relic" fluctuated, and the yellow shirt seemed to have seized this opportunity last year, with one hand: "The wave of the sky, the devil!"
Hey, hey, the voice of a ghost crying is conveyed from the "Shentian relic".
This sound is extremely strong, and a sharp, singular, vocal, sharp sing is conveyed, the surrounding space is swaying, and the light is completely distorted.
This extremely powerful volatility, instantly like a plague swept through all the thoughts of Hong Yi.
Suddenly, all the thoughts of Hong Yi made a crack.
Originally, Hong Yi’s thoughts were all like crystals. The thunder was nourishing and powerful. But in the moment of stopping the hand suddenly, the other party launched the strongest tactic, and it was hurt.
"Hey.........Do you think you can hurt me like this?"
With a long breath, Hong Yi made a very loud voice, and every thought changed and changed into a tetrahedron.
Each side of the tetrahedron shows a different brilliance.
Among the glory, a looming past of the great Buddha appeared.
Every thought is four sides, each side shows the shadow of the great Buddha in the past, and these past Buddhas have different faces, serene, mighty, compassionate, and immobile.
A burst of sound was conveyed from these past Buddhas.
In the twinkling of an eye, these broken thoughts have returned to their original state, and it seems that they have not been injured at all.
Hong Yi recovered under this sneer. The whole soul condensed together and turned into a mighty and overbearing religious hegemon. Now, if the Buddha comes down, he will hit it.
Bang!
This palm is officially printed with wisdom, and the power is incredible. The wind and waves rolled up are almost directly overturned by the entire three or four acres of yards. The flowers and trees of the yard have all turned into a group of green mud and flowers.
The unchanging heart of the past, the power of the current. The desire to live has broken the "life-thunderning thundercloud" and hit the road on the reincarnation.
Zhentian relic sent a ring of noise. Guanghua greatly reduced.
The yellow-shirt teenager changed slightly, his eyes narrowed, and the shocking relic fell down to his head, and the piece of "Thundercloud" disappeared.
Hong Yi thought of a collection, and now the appearance of the Buddha in the air immediately disappeared.
The two stopped fighting at the same time, but now it is already a mess.
The trees and flowers all turned into mud, fragrant mud, and the soil beneath Hong Yi’s body was evaporated and a large chunk was evaporated. This is naturally a huge effect of "shocking relics."
"Your shock relic can hurt my thoughts?" Hong Yi stopped his hand and said proudly.
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"Divine power! Intelligence! Mana! Will force!" The yellow shirt boy looked at Hong Yi for a while, his eyes were slightly picked up, but the tone was very indifferent, but there was a bit of surprise in the indifference: "I was a great Zen master." The abbot contested the aisle, and he also experienced four thunders, but the thoughts did not have the resilience of you. Your thoughts, one side of the whole, each side is a past Buddha, the Buddha in the past is different, representing the power, intelligence, Mana, willingness. This is the legend that truly understands the essence of the Dharma to be cultivated. Even the abbots of the Great Zen Temple can not be cultivated."
"Buddha is the Tao, one of my colleagues. My thoughts are all four sides, just wisdom, courage, benevolence, integrity." Hung Yi slammed his sleeves and smashed the dust on his body, and did not turn around. : "Silver yarn, this is the predecessor of the shrine? Are you familiar with it?"
at this time.
At this time, Zen silver yarn is still confused, with speculation and temptation. Of course, there is still a little calm in the depths of the exchange.
"I just felt the breath of the gods and the high Leifa, and there were a few thoughts, so I will come." After answering the culture of Hong Yi, the Zen silver yarn looked at the yellow shirt boy in the center of the courtyard, eyes Slightly picked up, after a long time did not speak, and slightly shook his head, a night wind blowing her body clothes boasted hunting.
This yellow-shirted boy didn't talk, just picked up the cockroaches in his hand and played a few notes. When the notes came out, Hung Yi’s heart moved, remembering that he originally cultivated the Yinshen and found the
Yuanzhu Dzizhu
on the sea of ​​the Jinghai Navy’s camp. When he first saw the Zen silver yarn, he heard the sea surface. The buzz on the top.
"Master? Are you a master?"
When the Zen silver yarn heard this snoring, the whole body was shocked. I stared at the yellow-shirted boy tightly, and the body swayed. Then I shook my head: "No, no, my master died when he was thundered a hundred years ago." If you are my master, why don't you come to me? Why do you come over after a hundred years? And when I have a Taoist, with Hongyi, you suddenly appear? My master will never do that. I will never mess with my heart."
Suddenly, among the eyes of the sterling silver gauze, there was a glimmer of unusually sharp light. It seemed to be a murderous act, but it slightly converges and becomes softer.
In the twinkling of an eye, Zen silver yarn has had several emotional changes.
Or killing, soft, or hard, or soft.
"I have already solved the problem. It is not your master. It doesn't matter." The yellow-shirted teenager saw the emotional shift in the eyes of the Zen silver yarn, closed his eyes, breathed a deep breath, and then slowly sat cross-legged. On the ground: "Silver yarn, after you can't think of your corpse, there is not much change in the appearance of the ghosts of the past. It is still the ghost girl of that year. I can't think of a silver that I occasionally ordered. The shark is now a famous eight-year-old demon in the world, and the Taoist is such an extraordinary sanctification. Wisdom, courage, love, integrity... Spirit, intelligence, mana, willingness.... Among them, there are actually four essences. Even if the master is practicing six robberies, I am afraid there is no use."
Zen silver yarn looked at Hong Yi, his eyes flickered, showing a kind of light of love.
Then, looking at this yellow shirt boy, there was a fascination between the eyebrows.
"When I was in the thunder, I was killed, but there was still a trace of the soul that was saved by the dream machine. He helped me to consolidate the mana. I worked hard for a hundred years and finally reached the present achievements. It is here to see you. Now that you are very good at silver yarn, my heart will be safe. Your Taoism has also progressed, and you have cultivated the past, and there are rumors. There was only one in the past, and Hong Yi could actually share it with you... ."
The yellow shirt boy sits cross-legged between the flowers and the mud, slow.
The zen silver yarn moves. "Silver yarn, you have to remember. The road to the fairy road, slowly and long, murderous, sinister, like the wind of nine secluded, although your Taoism advances, but I am afraid it is not enough to cope with those murders... If you are a Ordinary ghosts are fine, but you are now involved in the whirlpool. Your Taoist Hong Yi is too strong, your practice can not cooperate with him, you may be left out in the future. On the way to monastic, everything is Unreal, only power, is the fundamental, the master is not to disturb your mind, just to give you the most fundamental things."
The yellow shirt boy is talking more and more distant.
Suddenly, on his head, thunder and lightning flashed again, and the group immediately "live thundercloud" swarmed again.
What is different from him is that at the moment when he came out of the thundercloud, the size of the head is shining on the head, and the light shines like a moon. The ones, the strings, the three. There are as many as 40,000.
The thoughts of three or four thousand and five thundering masters all came out.
Overwhelmingly, all the stars in the sky seem to have passed away.
The night of the desert, the stars were bright and the lights were shining, but now they are eclipsed by the three or four thousand thoughts of the five thundering masters.
All the thoughts of the yellow-shirted teenagers all emerged, flashing in the thunderclouds, and a small body appeared on each thought.
Then, this little body sat down on the knees, and the flame of a group jumped from the heart of the little body. In the blink of an eye, the flame completely wrapped the small body.
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"What is Han Xiaozi doing?"
At the same time, seeing this sudden scene, the outside Wang Xi Xie, the crane no life was surprised to stay, and He Wusheng pointed to the middle of the yard, trembling.
"Not good! This is a self-immolation!" Xie Yan blinked his eyes without any grace. It seemed that he wanted to see all of this half. After a few breaths, she was shocked. "He is motivated." My own heart fire, all my soul brand burns, leaving pure thoughts to pass to Zen Yinsha, he is suicide, the magical powers of life practice, are passed to the silver shark king? How is it possible, how is it possible? Who is so stupid? Five legends of thunder robbery............ Five legends of thunder robbery............ God machine let him out, not to ask him to do this, this............ five times robbery... ......... five thunders ............
Xie Tao was shocked and almost lost his ability to act.
A legendary legend of five thunders, burning his own soul brand, leaving all the pure thoughts, passed on to others. This has never happened in the history of the monastic world.
How powerful is the five thunders? What awesome? How many times have you gone through hard work? Once and for all, the thunder and robbery can reach the point of today?
Even if it is a dream machine ~EbookFREE.me~ I am afraid I have not thought of this situation.
So in the face of this sudden happening, resourceful and prepared, Xie Tao seems to have lost the ability to adapt.
"Master, don't!"
At this moment, the zen silver yarn shouted sharply, and was about to it. However, the shadow of the yellow-shirted boy who burned in the thoughts violently moved, and a powerful mana wave was conveyed to shake the Zen silver yarn.
Hong Yi's face changed!
Suddenly shot, the sky is full of Jin Guangfan singing.
"Hung Yi, don't stop me." The yellow shirt boy made a thunderous sound, then turned soft: "Silver yarn, the fairy road is really long, the master can't walk alongside you, leave the mana to you, hope You go a little longer..."."
Then, his indifference, arrogant tone conveyed: ""Dream machine, how can I be at your mercy?"
The fingertips, a flame, violently boiling, three or four thousand thoughts at the same time a shock, the shadows inside disappeared without a trace, all flew over to the Zen silver yarn.
At the same time, the sky kind of "life thundercloud", "Shentian relic" lost the support of people, but also flew over the zen silver yarn. In the sky, a star flame descended down and the body of the yellow shirt was completely burned to ashes.
This is the star fire that he himself ignited, burning the body.
A five-time robbery master. At this point, all the thoughts are branded with souls, all burned, and the body is burned by the flames that they are igniting. Since then, there has been no trace in the world.