Broken Night

Chapter Five Hundred and Seventh ── Xue Li Wen Wu

That is the story of a little novice.

The little novice is active, even if he was born in a temple, he is still different from other quiet little novice.

He loves to move and likes martial arts.

Very curious about everything in the world.

The daily chanting homework is the part he hates the most. Daily practice is what he looks forward to the most.

His master always smiled and shook his head, using a small wooden stick to beat his head as a wooden fish as punishment.

As the years passed, the little novice grew up.

His master let him go down the mountain to practice and travel. He is fond of martial arts and has a warm heart. Whenever he encountered injustice, he would take action. And when he encounters some masters, he will see Li Xinxi and run to learn martial arts.

Finally, once, he shot too hard and killed a disciple from the great sect.

His master was furious and took him back to the back mountain of the Qianye School, reading scriptures and reciting texts day and night, hoping to wash away his murderous sins. It's just that at that time, he only felt that Master was the most annoying person in the world, and his anger did not die out because of this, but became stronger and stronger.

Almost every day, he would force his way through the cave door once.

And the one who guards the back mountain is his master.

His master is a contemporary eminent monk, the head of the Chiba sect. Is he the master's opponent?

In this way, the master and the apprentice fight each other every day. When he rests, his master will continue to read the scriptures and recite the texts, which is extremely annoying. That anger, like in a pile of wildfires burning the world, constantly throwing firewood branches and trees, the more it burns, the more it burns.

Just like that, another ten years have passed.

Until one day, it was no longer a master, but a monk who came to Shanmen.

He recognized this monk as his uncle.

The uncle took him to a corpse that was sitting in the ruins.

He stared blankly at the corpse for three months.

Whenever he heard the sound of reading scriptures and chanting texts, he wanted to smash his ears and pluck out Master's tongue. But why is it so sad when I can't hear it now?

Three months later, he officially took over the Iron Lotus and became the head of the contemporary Chiba faction.

His anger was stored in the depths of his heart and became his natal spiritual fire. This spirit fire is also his most powerful weapon. It is not that he is not angry, but that he is angry, and that he is angry for a reason.

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The snow is like rain, this is a world of snow.

Xu Yan stood in the snow field, staring blankly at this snow-white world.

He looked around, but found that this snow-white plain was empty-except for the snowman not far in front of him, so Xu Yan could only walk towards the snowman.

When he was about to walk in front of the snowman, a voice suddenly came from the snowman.

"Are you angry?"

As soon as the two words fell, Xu Yan immediately felt a drastic change.

That change comes from emotion.

A monstrous anger erupted from the depths of his heart.

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Xiao Hu saw Xu Yan's eyes turning red and screaming up to the sky!

On the opposite side, Xu Sheng smiled and said, "How easy is it to endure the spiritual fire of the old monster Jiayi? Look, this little doll will burn the fire to ashes within ten breaths! "

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Xu Yan answered, "Why are you angry?"

Even though his face was flushed and his eyes were red, his answer was very calm.

The snowman was silent for a moment: "Why aren't you angry?"

"I don't want to."

unwilling.

A very simple word, but it contains endless Zen meaning.

Wish is often interpreted as a wish, but more often it is a willingness. The former is a kind of hope, but the latter is a strong personal subjectivity.

When anger is anger, if I don't want to be angry, who can force me to be angry?

"Very good, but now it's time for you to get angry."

After a long silence, the snowman made a sound again.

And Xu Yan saw the snowman in front of him, and suddenly a pair of eyes appeared!

This is actually a figure who has been sitting in the snow for a long time and is piled up by snow!

and then burn.

Snowfield?

Where is the snow, every piece of snow is the purest flame.

So this snow field is a sea of ​​fire enough to burn the sky and destroy the earth!

The last moment, Xu Yan stood in the snow field, feeling slightly cold.

The next moment, Xu Yan stood in the sea of ​​flames, his whole body burning!

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The scarlet redness on Xu Yan's body dissipated instantly, and his eyes were milky white instead!

Not only the eyeballs, but also the pupils are all milky white. From a distance, it looks like two milky white flames are burning in Xu Yan's eyes!

That monstrous heat was not just the heat of a flame, but a burning emotion.

This is the spiritual fire that the eminent monk Gary General I's anger cultivated using the supreme Buddha Dharma.

Xu Yan stretched out his right hand, and milky white flames wrapped around his right arm, turning into lines.

At first glance, it seems to have turned into thin straight lines. But if you look closely, the thin lines are actually composed of [Yanyang Patterns] one by one.

Although he couldn't figure out Xu Yan's father, Song Zhixuan had already thoroughly analyzed the [Da Ri Yan Yang Pattern] and deduced the next part together with Xu Yan. Xu Yan will engrave the rest of his body with the Great Sun Yanyang pattern.

The chest is yang, and the arms and feet are light.

At this moment, Xu Yan's right arm is the morning light shot from the big sun on his chest.

With 【Rage】into the pattern, the sunlight turned into.

Feeling Xu Yan's familiar and annoying wave, Xu Sheng was horrified and screamed, "Old Monster Jiayi! It's you!?" The shadow rushed towards Xu Yan like a wave! Xiao Hu's complexion was extremely pale, and he could feel that if he was contaminated by even a drop of that black wave, he would die instantly!

He could only put all his hopes on Xu Yan.

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"I'm not Gai."

Xu Yan's figure was suspended, standing among the nine ancient vermilion pillars that stood on top of the entire space.

The terrifying black wave could not invade the range of the nine ancient stone pillars at all.

"I'm Xu Yan."

Xu Yan was in the air, clasping his fists at his waist.

The nine vermilion stone pillars gradually shattered, and some white bone fragments were faintly seen. These nine stone pillars were originally the sealed stone pillars formed by the nine eminent monks of the Chiba faction who used their bodies and cultivation.

The red and white fragments revolved around Xu Yan's body.

Back then, when he sealed this fierce beast, Jiayi sacrificed the cultivation base of nine eminent monks, the seal of incarnation, and the sacred iron lotus of Buddhism, but he owed a core. That is Jiayi's natal spiritual fire, and that spiritual fire also contains a wisp of Jiayi's residual consciousness.

If the beast escapes, the remaining spiritual consciousness of Jiayi will occupy the body of the person attracted by the nameless fire bead, and issue this last resort. But Xu Yan's answer passed the level of Jiayi's residual knowledge, so Jiayi gave Xu Yan the chance to strike the last blow.

buzzing buzzing...

The humming sound was endless, and it was like a low sobbing sound.

Where did this low sobbing sound come from?

Xu Yan's body at this moment was almost connected to the entire Qianye Sect's sect, so he instantly knew the source of the sound.

Do you want to follow me?

Xu Yan asked in a low voice.

It's just that the fluctuations that came out were so sad and absolute.

Or because it should have broken long ago.

In the early morning a thousand years ago, it should have been broken.

But by chance, it landed on the body of a little novice, and was then carried by the little novice, nourishing it with the power of tattoos day and night.

Now that the little novice is leaving, how can it not be broken?

Is there any reason for it not to break?

Xu Yan was silent, then understood.

"Then break it." Xu Yan murmured to himself in a low voice.