On the hilltop in the distance, a figure swayed.

Ye Gucheng's face was cold, and he followed a person closely. Behind them is a large army of 60,000 to 70,000 people, marching forward!

"Han Sanqian, you are dead." Ye Gucheng shouted coldly in his heart.

The person in front of Ye Gucheng stared at the figure in the mid-air of the Nihility Sect with blazing eyes. Under the sunlight, his face was very familiar at this moment�it was Wang Xuzhi from the Yaoshen Pavilion!

Before Han Sanqian could respond, those blood-red monks sat cross-legged on the spot, surrounded Han Sanqian, ranked them among the eighteen arhats, and poured out scriptures.

Strands of red scriptures floated out of their mouths, and then all hit the shadows outside the banner one by one, and quickly penetrated the shadows, directly drilling into Han Sanqian's body.

Han Sanqian suddenly felt dizzy. The whole world is also subverted in the distortion.

That magic sound made me drowsy in this environment.

Immediately afterwards, Han Sanqian's consciousness began to blur.

This is the treasure of the Demon Sect, the Heavenly Demon Banner.

The eighteen blood-red monks around are the eighteen guardians of the Demon Sect and the eighteen blood monks.

"Combining blood refinement, god refinement, and body refinement into one, even the most powerful person will experience physical and mental torture and demon backlash in the streamer, Han Sanqian, let me see where you are going today!" Wang Huan Just saw Han Sanqian's situation. Suddenly he laughed triumphantly.

Han Sanqian didn't know how long it was blurred, and then all the painful memories came to his mind, and the painful scenes that Han Sanqian remembered deeply were constantly recalled in Han Sanqian's mind. The faces that had bullied him, with smiles, kept flashing in Han Sanqian's mind.

Su Yingxia's grievances, when Han Nian was imprisoned by Futian, crying alone and helplessly, everything. They are constantly stimulating Han Sanqian, making Han Sanqian's mood go to the bottom, and at the same time bringing him anger and sadness.

At this moment, he suddenly felt someone pat him on the shoulder.

When he opened his eyes again, he saw a big Buddha.

The Buddha's light is dazzling, the Buddha's body is mighty, the golden light is shining, and it is full of righteousness.

"Are you here?" Buddha smiled slightly.

"Are you a Buddha? Where am I?" Han Sanqian frowned slightly.

"The predestined person comes by himself, and there is no question. If you don't pass through people, what kind of Buddha is it?" The Buddha chuckled: "It's just a speck of confusion in this dusty world, and you and I are the same."

After finishing speaking, he waved his bergamot, and a huge lotus cloud appeared in front of Han Sanqian. The cloud was transparent, and he could see all kinds of things in the world, and some people were crying. Some people laugh, some are rich and oily, some are hovering on the verge of starvation, some sit back and relax, and some are clouded.

"Look at the various states in this world, it is extremely desolate, and all living beings are suffering, so what is the same as you? As long as you are born as a human, you will have greed and eat the three fires. These three fires poison people's hearts, so they sink into reincarnation and reincarnation. Tens of thousands of things are the root of evil, to cause all living beings to be slaughtered, and to be full of sorrows, and you have the pain just now, and it is because of this."

"If you want to forget the pain, you must learn to let go. If you are persistent, you will only become more nervous and more painful. The difference between gods and humans is that gods have let go, but humans have not. If you want to become a god, You have to learn to let go. You know?"

Han Sanqian frowned slightly and didn't answer. He was just thinking about where this place is.

"You are here. Do you want to leave here?" Buddha said softly.

Han Sanqian couldn't deny it.

"You are trapped in this banner precisely because you have three fires, but you have the root of the gods, and you and I are destined, so I will come to help you get out of this demon banner." The Buddha said softly.

"This is the Heavenly Demon Banner, which was created by the Heavenly Demon, and this Heavenly Demon was transformed from the Buddha's heart demon at the beginning. He transformed into a body with the Buddha's various pains, and made the banner with the Buddha's various evils, and then used the Buddha's filth into ten. The eight demon monks, echoing each other, created a trap for the demons. It was very powerful. Simply, the Buddha found out the method of breaking the banner, so that I can cross the predestined people." Buddha said.

Han Sanqian nodded, and said slightly respectfully: "Then how can we break the banner?"

"Heavenly demons, banners and demon monks are the evil of the Buddha. If you want to despise these things, you must learn the goodness of the Buddha. You must learn to let go, let go of people, let go of things, let go of your heart, and let go of everything in the world. Follow my Dharma." After the Buddha finished speaking, he slowly closed his eyes. At this time, the Sanskrit sound sounded. The sound was pleasant to the ears and pleasing to the heart, which made Han Sanqian suddenly feel a sense of sublimation. JrNovels.com