The blood-colored phoenix laughed coldly and dove downwards.
The claw formed from the broken Bodhi tree branches went straight for Monk Fa Xin's head.
The Light of Buddha above Monk Fa Xin's head rippled as if it was about to be torn apart.
The fine threads of blood continued to move downwards, trying to pass through the light mist.
"Buddha says, Boundless Light."
Old Monk Facin recited slowly.
He put his palms together and from the center of his palms, there seemed to be boundless light that spread in all directions.
The light this time was not as sharp and fierce as the Divine Light Illumination.
However, it was much more vast, tougher and denser.
It was endless and pervasive.
The Light of Buddha was much gentler this time, but it successfully isolated the blood threads from the blood-colored phoenix and blocked the claw formed from the Bodhi tree branches.
Lian Huiming and Purple Sun Flood Dragon were also pushed outwards by the light.
"The Great Light Spell …" Hui Ming recognized it. "Be careful, the light will become stronger!"
Indeed, the light that was initially gentle became hotter and hotter, dissolving all things. Its power continued to increase and gradually became stronger than the Divine Light Illumination.
The threads of blood on the blood-colored phoenix's wings were gradually evaporated by the light.
"Alright!" Blood Shadow was not angry. Instead, he laughed. "I'll fight you!"
The blood-colored phoenix let out a shrill and terrifying cry. Then, it transformed into a sea of blood and hung in the sky.
A whirlpool appeared in the middle of the sea of blood and spun continuously.
A few broken Bodhi tree branches appeared in the middle of the whirlpool.
These Bodhi tree branches merged with the blood and formed a blood-red arrow.
The arrow's tip flashed with a dark red light and became brighter and brighter.
In the next moment, the blood arrow shot towards the light ball directly below.
The arrow turned downwards and rushed out of the whirlpool, causing a large amount of blood to spin with it and be driven downwards.
The end of the blood arrow drew blood from the sea of blood.
In the end, the entire sea of blood seemed to have condensed into a long arrow with its tip in the clouds.
The tip of the sword landed on the top of the light ball and spun downwards.
The endless blood at the tip of the arrow continuously supplied it with power and strengthened the tip of the arrow.
Old monk Fa Xin cast the Great Light Incantation and the light continued to spread outwards. The light crushed the ground beneath his feet, forming a deep pit that kept on expanding.
But at this moment, the light expanded and stopped.
The huge ball of light was trembling non-stop, as if it could shatter at any moment.
Where the blood arrow came into contact with the radiance, the radiance was already showing signs of disintegration.
Slowly, the blood arrow shot down. Although it was slow, it was unstoppable.
The light on the surface of the light ball suddenly became much brighter.
Then, the ball of light began to shrink and approached Fa Xin who was in the middle.
The smaller and more condensed the light sphere was, the stronger its defensive power would be.
However, the blood arrows continued to pierce into the ball of light.
After the ball of light had shrunk to the point where it couldn't be shrunk anymore, the blood arrow's speed of penetration had slowed down, but it still continued to advance.
The ball of light then changed again. From a complete sphere, it gradually turned into a hemispherical shape. It supported the old monk Fa Xin's head like a canopy.
He compressed and condensed the power of the Great Light Mantra to its limit and finally stopped the blood arrows in their tracks.
The two sides fell into a stalemate for a while.
The old monk, Fa Xin, was secretly anxious.
His Great Light Incantation could not be maintained for long.
However, this great demon in front of him cultivated the Blood Phoenix Transformation. His vitality and endurance were extremely long.
If this stalemate continued, he might be the one who couldn't hold on.
Just as he thought of this, Fa Xin realized that Purple Sun was getting restless.
He was now using all his strength to fight against Blood Shadow who was in the sky. He had no energy left to fight against Purple Sun and Hui Ming.
Hui Ming did not intend to take advantage of the situation, but Purple Sun did not hold back.
The Purple Sun Flood Dragon that he transformed into immediately turned into a ray of purple light and attacked Fa Xin from below.
"Scram!" Blood Shadow shouted. Purple Sun pretended not to hear and continued to attack the old monk.
Helpless, Fa Xin could only muster his strength and break the hemispherical radiance above his head.
Countless light spots sputtered in all directions, blocking Purple Sun's attack.
However, the blood arrow cut through the light rain and continued to shoot down.
Fa Xin groaned as his body was pierced by the blood arrow.
He did not care and mustered the last of his strength. Lotuses bloomed under his feet and he fled into the distance.
When he passed by his disciple, Fa Xin grabbed the little monk.
However, this slight delay allowed Purple Sun to catch up.
A ball of purple flames exploded behind Fa Xin, causing him to stagger.
Fa Xin did not dare to look back and kept running.
Purple Sun Old Demon was just about to give chase when he was knocked back by Old Demon Blood Shadow's palm.
"No one can afford to be blamed if he escapes." Purple Sun did not dare to fight against Blood Shadow.
Blood Shadow stared at him coldly. "With or without you, he can't escape."
Before he could finish his sentence, a green light flashed in the distance, and a colorful cloud flew up.
Fa Xin looked in front of him in despair. There was another martial artist blocking his way.
Qing Xia Villa's Villa Lord Yun Mo and Fuzhen Guan's Monastery Lord Daoist Zhichen were in the same boat.
In order to protect their family's foundation, although the two of them had sought refuge in Chang 'an City, they did not dare to show their faces publicly.
However, as Eighth Realm experts, their strength was unquestionable.
When Fa Xin was in his peak condition, the two of them were no match for him in a one-on-one battle.
However, the enemy had been severely injured by Blood Shadow and Purple Sun. It was already difficult for him to be able to fly. How could he defeat Yun Mo and Daoist Zhichen when they joined forces?
With the two of them attacking together, Fa Xin did not even have the chance to commit suicide. He was captured alive on the spot.
Yun Mo and Daoist Zhichen captured the old and young monks and returned to Blood Shadow.
"Fellow Daoist Blood Shadow, I did not disappoint you," said Daoist Zhichen.
Yun Mo stood at the side and did not say anything.
He was the kind of person who had always been prejudiced against demonic cultivators.
The demons in Chang 'an City were all careful with their words and actions. They did not cause trouble.
Therefore, Yun Mo could still get along with them peacefully. However, he avoided dealing with them whenever possible.
Blood Shadow also treated Yun Mo as air. He only nodded slightly at Daoist Zhichen. "Thank you for your hard work."
He took the two bald heads from the other party and said, "Let's go."
With that, he transformed into a Blood Phoenix and flew back to Chang 'an City.
Huiming sighed and followed him.
Daoist Zhichen and Yun Mo did the same.
Purple Sun was the last to set off. He flew with his head down.
He looked forward. He was afraid that he would not be able to control himself and stared at Blood Shadow.
Now that the other party was stronger, there was no need to conflict with him.
However, when he could learn a demonic technique on the same level as the Blood Phoenix Book, he would definitely settle the score with Blood Shadow.
After the group returned to Chang 'an City, Blood Shadow threw Fa Xin and his disciple to Mr. Dark Cloud.
Mr. Dark Cloud looked at the two monks, one old and one young.
The young one was only about ten years old.
"I'll leave him to you." He threw the young monk to Hui Ming.
Hui Ming secretly heaved a sigh of relief.
The young monk had a pitiful look on his face. "Senior Brother, my master won't die, right?"
"His Majesty, the ruler of Chang 'an, is merciful. Under his rule, Mr. Dark Cloud and the others are rarely killed. Your master's life should not be in danger … However, he might still have to suffer a little." Hui Ming sighed.
Hearing that his master would not die, the young monk heaved a sigh of relief. Then, he asked curiously, "Isn't it Buddha who taught us Buddhist disciples to be merciful? Is the City Lord of Chang 'an also a Buddhist disciple? "
Hui Ming shook his head gently. "Anyone can have a merciful heart. Just like anyone who sees his nature and gets rid of his obsession is Buddha."
The young monk's eyes were blank. "Master, Grandmaster, Uncle-Master, and Uncle-Master didn't say that."
"Everyone has a different Dao, and everyone can be their own Buddha." Hui Ming said, "You are young. It's right to respect your master. When you get older, you will slowly understand some principles."
The young monk seemed to understand. "Oh …"
After hesitating for a moment, he lowered his voice and asked quietly, "Senior Brother, do we really not need to save the people here from the sea of suffering?"
"Chang 'an is not a sea of suffering." Hui Ming smiled bitterly and almost reached out to cover the little guy's mouth.
This was the inner city of Chang 'an. It was not as far away as Hexi County.
The City Lord of Chang 'an had great power. If the young monk's words fell into his ears, the consequences would be unpredictable.
"I've been inside and outside Chang 'an, including the Western Zhou Dynasty in the west, the Eastern Tang Dynasty in the east, and the Northern Qi Dynasty in the north."
Hui Ming said with emotion, "The people of Chang 'an live better than those places.
Of course, it doesn't mean that there are no problems at all.
It means that the people here live and work in peace. Every family is happy and healthy. They don't suffer poverty or oppression.
In particular, the City Lord of Chang 'an loves the people. The cultivators here are strictly prohibited from bullying ordinary people. This can't be seen in other places. "
The young monk blinked, lowered his head, and muttered softly, "Then why does Master always say that the people here are very bitter? Master and Senior Brother are different. Someone is lying to me …"
With Hui Ming's sharp ears and eyes, he heard everything clearly.
He couldn't help laughing. "Neither of us is lying to you. It's just that we have different views on the same thing, but they are both our true thoughts."
The young monk's eyes were blank again. "I don't understand …"
"If you have time, I'll take you to the inside and outside of Chang 'an. After you see it, you will have your own thoughts. Then, it will be true for you," Hui Ming said with a smile.
"Oh." The young monk nodded.
"By the way, I still don't know your Buddhist name?" Hui Ming asked.
The young monk quickly put on a serious expression and put his palms together.
"I'm Yong Se. Please enlighten me, Senior Brother."
The young monk who was only a few years older than him also put his palms together. "I'm Hui Ming. Please enlighten me."
Hui Ming didn't think there was anything wrong with it.
But Zhang Dongyun in the Daming Palace almost spat out a mouthful of water when he heard the young monk's Buddhist name.
Of course, he knew that Se was emptiness, and emptiness was Se. He also knew the meaning of "Se" in Buddhism.
But at this moment, he still couldn't help but think about something else.
Mr. Dark Cloud, who had brought Monk Fa Xin back to the Divine Punishment Palace, brought him up to himself.
"You are really a genius."
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