In Yuyang County, there was a woman walking slowly on the street. The woman's outfit was Cihang Jianzhai's outfit. She was wearing a woman's monk robe, but she could not hide her extraordinary temperament. This man was Master Hengshan from Cihang Jianzhai. Next to Master Hengshan was Fairy Luoyang, who was ranked third in the Hundred Flowers List in the Jianghu.

Before, Luo Yang had three questions and three answers with Gu Qingci in Chang'an City, but Luo Yang could not answer it. After returning to Cihang Jianzhai, he still couldn't find the answer, so he continued to enter the world to practice with Master Hengshan.

The street was a little quiet today, but Master Hengshan seemed to be unaware of it. It was not until she suddenly saw a golden handprint falling from the sky in the distance that she slowly folded her hands together and said softly: "Amitabha, Master Tan Ji, why bother to be devil!"

Luo Yang also saw that palm and recognized it as Prajna Mido Palm of the Great Guangming Temple. He said in confusion: "Uncle Master, is Master Tan Ji taking action?"

Master Hengshan nodded and said, "Only Master Tanji has reached such a state of practice in Daguangming Temple. It's a pity that he has become a demon. I heard that Master Tanji has withdrawn from Daguangming Temple some time ago. I really couldn't understand the reason. Today I finally understood why. Unexpectedly, his obsession became increasingly serious for the whole thirty years."

Luo Yang became even more confused and asked: "Uncle Master Tan Ji isn't a famous monk? How could he be possessed by a demon? How could he come to the black realm?"

"Amitabha," Master Hengshan said, "This is a bad fate."

More than 30 years ago, Tan Ji was still not Tan Ji at that time, but the eldest son of the Cui family in Yuyang County, Black Domain. He was in his twenties and was one of the few geniuses in the world. He shocked the Black Domain for a moment. He once left the Black Domain to travel around the world and met the Fairy of the Walking Qiu Chan in the world at that time.

They are all young people who resolutely fell in love even though they knew they could not do anything. In the end, Qiu Chan committed suicide in front of the statue of the Great Compassionate Bodhisattva of Cihang Jianzhai. Tan Ji was protected by the Great Guangming Temple and entered Buddhism. After thirty years, people in the world have forgotten that such a past happened in the world.

"Uncle Master, my disciple is confused. The Buddha said that all conditioned dharmas are not allowed to have love for my disciples."

"Little love for yourself, great love for the world."

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Gu Qingci looked up at the golden handprint falling from the sky, and suddenly remembered a palm technique falling from the sky. He once slapped a big toad with one palm, and the dazzling golden true energy exploded sharply. The Vajra's eyes were angry, suppressing evil spirits and demons, and it was an absolute Buddhist martial art.

But Gu Qingci saw a wisp of demonic energy in this bright martial art, which made him wonder. He really couldn't understand that this pure Buddhist martial arts practiced to such a state would actually produce demonic energy.

However, at this time, Gu Qingci really didn't have time to think so much. He raised his hand slightly, and the Mochou sword emitted a burst of divine light, as if a white flame was burning, emitting a dazzling luster under the huge Buddha's handprint.

Gu Qingci stood quietly, his white clothes flying, and the earth around him was already collapsing and spreading to the distance. This was the aftermath of a palm falling from the sky.

A sword, in the sky!

The swords within a radius of ten miles began to buzz, and a sword energy stormed out, sparks burst out in an instant. Suddenly, a loud buzzing sound broke out again in the sky, spreading thousands of miles, extremely vast.

Like the rays of rays through the clouds, like the colorful mists falling from the sky and the earth.

In an instant, time seemed to be frozen at this moment.

"What is that?" Many people exclaimed in horror.

If the palm that suddenly appeared just now was a meteor, and now it is a meteor shower.

Ouyang Muhua knocked the second elder of the Cui family to the ground with a brick and sighed: "Damn it, it's this sword again, it's not something that should be found in the world. I'll die!"

Outside the Cui family, Master Hengshan widened his eyes, while Luo Yang was holding the sword in his hand tightly. She felt that her sword seemed to be out of control.

At that moment, countless sword lights poured down from the sky.

This time is different from Gu Qingci's last sword. This sword was really in public. Countless people looked at it, but it made countless people feel intoxicated into a dream world. This is the ultimate sword technique and the ultimate gorgeous sword. For those who pursue swordsmanship for life, perhaps even those who die under this sword will die without regrets.

The sword light fell,

In a trance, the fairy descended to the mortal world.

In a trance, the silkworm pupa turned into a butterfly,

The world bloomed in a trance!

The wild waves swept across the heaven and earth, endless swords fell, and a figure fell to the ground. All the so-called Buddha lights in the sky were wiped out, and there was no color between the heaven and earth except for the gorgeous sword.

A monk spitted blood in his mouth, and his cassock was cut through countless cracks, and blood was overflowing. The monk slowly raised his head, half kneeled on the ground, unable to stand up, so he had to sit cross-legged, looking at Gu Qingci, who was floating like an immortal, folded his hands together, and said, "I heard that Wushuang Gongzi's sword technique was completely immortal. When I saw it today, it was indeed worthy of its reputation. This sword is really not a sword technique that should be found in the world!"

Gu Qingci was a little surprised. He didn't expect that this monk could survive under the flying immortal in the sky. He still maintained the minimum respect for the real master and said, "My sword is originally not the sword on earth!"

Tan Ji was about to say something, but suddenly he spat another mouthful of blood.

The elder of the Cui family, who had been seriously injured, suddenly stood up and shouted: "Third brother, I asked you to leave, why don't you leave? Why don't you stay for? Why don't you leave!"

Gu Qingci was a little surprised. He thought that the elder of the Cui family was coming to ask the monk to take action. After all, this monk was really strong. If it weren't for the flying immortals in the sky who were too inhumane, he wouldn't have won the monk so simply.

"Amitabha", the monk shook his head slightly and said, "Brother, needless to say, all the fruits are the cause. The cause I planted has the fruit today." As he said that, the monk looked up at Gu Qingci, smiled slightly, and said, "Young Master Gu, I am... Tan Ji!"

Gu Qingci's expression moved and frowned and said, "You are Tan Ji. We are indeed destined to be together. So, it's understandable that you died at my hands today!"

Tan Ji nodded and said, "Yes, Mr. Gu killed me today, which is destined to cause and effect. I should have died thirty years ago. I have lived alone for so many years. Today, thank you for your success. But, this person from the Cui family, I just hope that my son can do less murderous crimes, Amitabha!"
Chapter completed!