Infinite Throne

   Chapter 988 Secret

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

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

  Jian Nanchun stopped talking after talking about the birth of the Little Supreme Buddha, sitting carelessly on the edge of the lotus dais, drinking and waiting.

   For this Xuanmen event, cultivators came from all over the world. It would take three to five or seven days just to come to Qi, and it could take up to a month, and no one was in a hurry.

   All the monks present sit for a few days.

  Little Supreme Buddha, who had been waiting for the visitor in the sky, suddenly opened his eyes, a circle of lotus seals lit up between his eyebrows, and his eyes were shining brightly.

   I saw that he put his hands together and pushed forward again, and the barrier of Yan Fuzhou Cave was cracked, revealing the blue sea and blue sky outside.

   On the blue sea, far away from the horizon, a dark cloud as thick as ink can drip out at any time, rolling in with the momentum of thunder!

   A black cloud covers the sky!

   Above the black clouds, there are a group of unruly figures, headed by two people, a man and a woman. The man is handsome, with cold eyes, and the woman's smile is like a flower, surrounded by thunder and mang.

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

   "Little Supreme Buddha of Yanfuzhou, I welcome everyone from the Mara Hall!"

   In the face of such a terrifying movement, the little Supreme Buddha smiled lightly and said loudly, the sound was like a bell, rolling out.

  …

  Behind the leading handsome men and women.

   There were also four strangely-shaped old men.

  If Yi Rin was here, he might have recognized two of them, the old couple who opened a steamed bun shop in Qingdu.

  The two of them are the Thunder Protector and the Wind Protector in the four protectors of the Mara Temple, "Wind, Thunder, Mountain, and Fire".

There are two people left, one is as tall as an ox, with a **** axe on his back, his naked upper body is tattooed with interlaced blood-colored textures, and around his neck, a string of bones made of broken human skulls hangs. Chain, this image, at a glance, you can see that he is not a good person.

   He is the mountain protector of the Moruo Temple, Huyan Haoshan.

   The other person was an old man with a rickety back. He was carrying a large medicine box behind him. A small black flag was erected beside the box.

   However, "does not work" is not the real name of the old man, it is just the creed he believes in in his medical career.

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

  The fire protector of the Mora Hall, among the sick men.

In addition to the four guardians of wind, thunder, mountain and fire, the group of Moruo Hall, and a group of disciples of different ages, all of them are the elites of the devil who have lived for more than a hundred years. Together they built the black cloud beneath their feet.

   humming…

   At the moment when everyone in the Moruo Hall appeared in Yanfuzhou, behind Xia Ruxue, the snow-white flying sword made a harsh humming sound.

  In an instant, around Xia Ruxue, the temperature dropped sharply, and the cold was pressing.

  Xia Ruxue saw a person.

   Back then, in the battle of monks in Qingdu, this man was behind his senior brother and plotted against him.

  Although this plot was unsuccessful, if there is still someone alive among the enemies of the senior brother who are alive today, it is the second protector of the wind and thunder in the Moruo Temple, and the woman riding the snake behind them.

  Li Qianyan!

  Traitor!

   As the so-called enemy meets, she is particularly jealous. The enemy of the senior brother is her Xia Ruxue's enemy. When they appeared, Xia Ruxue's mood fluctuated violently.

   "On someone else's territory, it's not suitable to do it today."

  Jian Nanchun stood up and patted his junior sister on the shoulder lightly. Although he said these words calmly, he could see the murderous aura in Jian Nanchun's slightly narrowed eyes, which seemed to be pressing hard.

   The "Wuhen" Sword Intent that he realized was the sword of murder, taking people's lives in the invisible. As for why Jian Nanchun could comprehend the "Wuhen" sword intent, the deep meaning of it is self-evident.

   "Call..."

  Xia Ruxue exhaled lightly, her eyes closed and opened, and she regained her calm.

   She has cultivated for a hundred years, and she has long forged an extraordinary mind.

   After the entrance of the Mara Hall, there was a strange change in the atmosphere on the Three Thousand Lotus Stage in Jamfuzhou.

Many loose cultivators know that the grievances between Moruo Temple and Tianjianmen have been entangled for thousands of years, even if it is because of the shackles of the "peace treaty" in this thousand years, the two behemoths have not had a violent conflict, but no matter what. It's a battle of ideas, or hatred accumulates. If you can't fight when you meet, you're already Amitabha, and you can't force others to greet you with a smile on your face.

   Everyone in the Mora Hall took their "seats".

  Each lotus platform is about a few square meters, and can only accommodate several people standing together without showing embarrassment.

  Moruo Hall, headed by his companions, happened to land on the lotus platform where Jian Nanchun, Xia Ruxue, and Black and White Eryang were seated, whether intentionally or unintentionally.

  Xia Ruxue was in her blue shirt and long sleeves, her pink and white fists were clenched tightly, and then slowly released.

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

   "Xiaoman, on the seventh of July next year, please put a stick of incense in front of Brother Lin's tomb for Xiaohu."

   It turned out that the handsome men and beauties were Wang Xiaohu, who had a shallow friendship with Xia Xiaoman, and his partner Yan Qianxiu.

   Jian Nanchun sighed: "In a hundred years, things are different."

  Xia Ruxue's face was expressionless: "Xia Xiaoman is dead, you have identified the wrong person."

"Xia... Ruxue." Wang Xiaohu's expression was equally cold, his eyes were empty, staring in the direction of the treasure tree, not looking at Xia Ruxue, his dry lips creptly said: "On the seventh of July next year, please help Xiaohu Put a stick of incense in front of Brother Lin's tomb."

  Xia Ruxue: "You don't deserve it."

  Wang Xiaohu finally looked at Xia Ruxue: "Yes, I don't deserve it. But I beg you, for the sake of saving your life at the Golden Temple a hundred years ago. Since then, we have become mortal enemies, and our kindness has been written off."

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

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

  A young man is honest and warm-blooded, and a young man is cunning and funny.

  One hundred years later, Wang Xiaohu's temperament has changed greatly, and he has become the "devil son" of the Moruo Temple, and he and the "saint" Yan Qianxiu both live together, while another young man, Lin Yi, has...

"Can."

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

  Wang Xiaohu looked away: "Thank you."

   To put it bluntly, Xia Ruxue didn't hate Wang Xiaohu.

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

   is angry that he does not fight, and hates the injustice of heaven.

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

   However, the senior brother must not be willing, the former brother Wang Xiaohu has become like this.

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

  Xia Ruxue closed her eyes.

  …

   Three days have passed.

  Everyone who can come has come.

If    can't come, Little Supreme Buddha doesn't seem to have any plans to wait.

   The reason why he gathered the three schools of Taoism, Demons and Buddhas in Jambuzhou was for a big event.

   A... A major event related to the fate of Xuanmen.

  The golden light of the lotus blossoms in the sky, and finally dissipated, gathered into a twenty-one-petal lotus under the seat of the Small Supreme Buddha.

  Little Supreme Buddha is sitting on the lotus platform, his face is full of gorgeous golden light.

   He didn’t talk nonsense, and he threw a king bomb in the opening remarks:

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

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

   After saying that, the little Supreme Buddha clasped his hands together, closed his eyes and paused for a moment.

  The Supreme Buddha passed away?

   This news made all the seniors look shocked, their breaths swollen, 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 know.

   The status of the Supreme Buddha is just like the status of the Supreme Leader of Tianjianmen in Tianjianmen. His Buddhist cultivation is unfathomable. It is precisely because thousands of years ago, the supreme Buddha, Mara, and Heavenly Sword Supreme, the three supreme beings, checked and balanced each other, and no one could do anything to the other. "Peace Treaty" situation.

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

   Yan Fuzhou actually hid this great news for ten years?

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

   After a moment of pondering, he told the truth in a humming whisper:

   "Ten years ago, the spiritual energy between heaven and earth was rapidly depleted. Master, the supreme Buddha, in order to find the source of the depleted spiritual energy, he was alone in the nine heavens."

   "More than a month after Shizun ascended to the Nine Heavens, Shizun returned, but his body was mutilated. There were holes in the shape of 'handprints', and he was dying."

   Smell.

   On all the lotus platforms, there is silence.

   Immediately afterwards, the Little Supreme Buddha said again:

   "Before Shizun died, tell the little monk the secret of exhausting his spiritual energy."

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

   Little Supreme Buddha's calm expression finally changed a little. I saw him holding a flower with his left hand and pointing to the sky with his right hand, and sighed:

   "A 'hole' that is enough to destroy all life in the world!"

   (end of this chapter)