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No matter how many gods used by Ye Lingyue, there is no way to take the blood of the demon from the Buddha's relic.

Until late at night, Ye Lingyue spent a lot of thoughts, almost even the last sacred thoughts were spent, or failed to take out the blood of the demon.

The blood of the devil was actually sealed in the Buddha's relic.

Ye Lingyue was frustrated.

She was able to manipulate the Buddha relics earlier, but she found that the Buddha relics did not listen to their own calls at this time.

How can this be good?

She can't help but be a bit worried.

This drop of blood is very important to her.

Earlier, Liu Yan said in front of everyone, Ye Lingyue does not seem to care, but the heart is still a bit anxious.

She is worried about the emperor, and she wants to fulfill her wish for the violent red predecessors as soon as possible.

In this way, she is bound to break into the top three in the rankings.

Ye Meng, who can lose one million merits, is never able to break into the top three.

She must use this drop of blood, and find out the murder of the disappearance of the King of the King.

Ye Lingyue was stunned. For a while, I don't know how to be good.

"This stuff is a Buddha's treasure. You don't have enough Buddha power. It's very difficult to control. But you have a thing on your body that might help you."

The silent candlelight suddenly said.

"The candle is like the old man, are you talking about the tower?"

When Ye Lingyue had a chance, she forgot the tower.

She was busy taking out the small tower, which was suspended in midair.

Ye Lingyue spread his palm and said softly to it.

"Small tower, can you have a way to help me out the blood of the demon?"

But the small tower is still suspended in midair, and it seems that I did not understand Ye Lingyue's words.

Although the tower of solitude is a sacred artifact, it is only a small tower. At the beginning of refining, it is only used for defense.

What kind of demon blood, it is really a half-baked, and does not recognize that this broken stone is not useful.

Ye Lingyue and Xiaota's big eyes are small eyes.

"It seems that it is still not good. The small tower is not the spirit of Dingling, and it is the same as my soul. But the blood of the demon is not taken out, I can't get clues."

Ye Lingyue is not disappointed.

It was already late at night, and Ye Lingyue consumed a lot of thoughts. She had to close her eyes and raise her mind.

In the house, the lamp oil is dry.

The Buddha Relic and the Tower of Silence lie quietly on the desk.

Suddenly, a quiet red light flashed from the Buddha relic.

The red light is exactly the same drop of blood. At this time, the blood of the devil is constantly struggling, and wants to break free from the Buddha relic.

In the distant demon world, above the tomb of the imaginary god, the towering purple leaf bodhi is still moving.

Since I gave a drop of Yang Zhi Ganlu to Wu Yue, Zi Tang Su has not appeared for a long time.

But when the blood of the demon in the Buddha's relics was about to move, the purple leaf bodhi swayed.

A long, shadowy figure appeared in the shadow of the tree.

"The blood of the emperor?"

Zitang stayed in silence.

But seeing the bottom of it, there is a flash of purple.

However, he saw his thin lips moving slightly, and there was an ancient Buddhist temple sound coming out of his mouth.

The ancient phonology, accompanied by him since he was a child, has been unread for many years since he left, but it seems to have been remembered forever.

Every Sanskrit is as long as a bell, and at the same time it has a great charm.

When Zitang Su began to sing the ancient Buddha Sanskrit, the tower of silence that had been quietly on the desk, suddenly reacted, and the tower was also a heavy shock.

The tower was flying in the air, and it made a crisp sound in midair.

Ye Lingyue, who was meditating and meditating, suddenly felt a bit abnormal and suddenly opened his eyes.

"this is?"

The bells on the corners of several towers of the tower of the towering towers rang.

The ringtone was very crisp at first, and the bell hummed, which was very unusual at first.

However, as the ringtone continued, the bells actually formed a Buddhist scripture.

Among the Buddhist scriptures, there is a voice of a clear-eyed man.

When he heard the voice, Ye Lingyue could not help but jump up.

"Master purple, is you?"

The voice of a man is low and magnetic.

Ye Lingyue is very familiar with listening, but he is somewhat strange.

It turned out that she had not heard the voice of her own master purple for many days.

The sound is familiar because it is indeed the voice of Master.

Unfamiliar, it is because the Sanskrit sounds, the voice that reads the Buddhist scriptures is purple, but Ye Lingyue never heard Zitang Su say such a long passage.

The voice did not answer Ye Lingyue.

Ye Lingyue couldn't help but look a little dim.

At this time, Ye Lingyue noticed the Buddha relic.

There is also a ray of purple light in the Buddha's relic. Under the influence of the purple light, Foshan relic is exactly what Ye Lingyue understands.

"Master Purple, are you reminding me to use this passage to domesticate Buddha's relic?"

Ye Lingyue seems to understand what.

Although Master Zi has never really taught her anything, every time he will appear when she needs it most.

The tower of silence is the possession of Master's purple. At this time, suddenly there is a reason for this, and there must be a reason.

Ye Lingyue would rather believe that Master Zi was helping her in secret.

"Master Purple, although I don't know why you have been reluctant to meet me, but I will not live up to your teaching."

Ye Lingyue took a deep breath and the disappointment was swept away.

In the ancient Sanskrit, there is a mysterious force that makes people calm.

Ye Lingyue's mood was slightly fixed, and he concentrated on listening to the passage of the Sanskrit.

The Sanskrit sounds seem simple but difficult.

Ye Lingyue is very talented in cultivation, and many of the auspicious runes are all at one point.

But in Dharma, it is a lot less.

Although she has a Buddhist root, she rarely associates with the Buddha, so she does not know anything about the Buddhist scriptures.

Fortunately, when the apprentice Mo Ruo Shi, Zi Tang Su was reading the scriptures, he was very patient. He didn't go to the esoteric place, he always slowed down the speech and slowly read it.

Repeatedly and repeatedly, Ye Lingyue calmed down, paying attention to every Sanskrit, from dark to dawn, for more than four hours, she thoroughly remembered that paragraph of Fanyin.

"The essay is like a heart."

When Ye Lingyue thoroughly understood the last section of the Sanskrit, his mind merged and a name appeared.

"The prajna heart, it sounds like a Buddhist martial art, but I don't know that compared with the Nirvana heart that was taught by Murong Laofang, it was high and low."

After Ye Lingyue wrote down the scriptures, he slowly figured it out.

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