On the side of Wenxinzhu, as the sudden golden light was quickly retracted, a pure soul power suddenly spread out from the little man.

Everyone suddenly felt like a hill of pressure was crushed from their souls, as if they were paying homage to their elders.

Huikong opened his eyes "swoosh" and looked at the villain on Wen Xinzhu, and said with excitement: "The soul strength of Wen Xinzhu is almost comparable to that of the elders in the temple. Could it be that this has successfully passed the tribulation?"

Unexpectedly, as soon as he finished thinking this, the mountain-like pressure suddenly stopped, just like a shaking drunk man, and it began to shake rapidly, sometimes strong and sometimes weak.

It was like a pregnancy and giving birth. It seemed to be at the door, but it was too late to give birth!

The monks even paused to recite scriptures at this moment, and the scene was silent. The suffocating pressure enveloped the entire tower, and everyone stared at the villain on Wenxinzhu.

I saw it roaring towards the still rolling clouds of disasters in the sky, with a painful expression on its face.

It was like roaring at God and asked:

"No, why is it not right? What exactly is right?!"

Huikong looked at the villain's painful expression, his whole body was tense, which was even more nervous than his own tribulation. He saw his fists clenched, and his palms were even wet with sweat without knowing it.

At this moment, the sound of chanting scriptures suddenly came from the crowd. Huikong looked in shock and found that Huixing was silently reciting the scriptures again. This made him suddenly awaken and quickly began to recite them together.

As everyone started chanting scriptures again, the power of luck that was twisted into a thread gathered again and sent to Wen Xinzhu's body.

After the power of luck was sent in, everyone didn't know if it was their own illusion, and seemed to have relaxed their eyebrows.

Everyone was delighted and was about to continue to increase their delivery. Suddenly, the villain on Wenxinzhu became more painful and anxious again.

I saw that the phantom of its body began to fluctuate violently, like boiling water, so that the phantom became extremely restless, and was about to reach the verge of collapse at any time.

"Bang, bang, bang!"

Only a few consecutive sounds were heard, and several cracks were blown up on the heart beads again. These cracks were connected with the small holes that had been blown up before, and they were almost densely spread to most of the beads.

Everyone was confused and was so scared that they quickly stopped their luck and stared at the situation in the field.

After the Inquisition Bead cracked again, the breath became more unstable and even tended to become more and more sluggish.

"Hold on!" Although everyone stopped chanting, they were still praying silently in their hearts.

Not only the Heart Bead, but even the endless robbery clouds on the top of the sky made another strange "buzzing" sound, shaking the entire sky above Xiaowan City.

With the sound, a violent force was once again about to scatter from the clouds of disasters.

As the violent power dissipated more and more, everyone even felt the illusion of being calm before the storm came.

Everyone felt that the huge disaster cloud in the sky would be like the storm and raging waves that would destroy the world, and would be smashed down in the next second, swallowing everyone up.

At this moment, Wen Xinzhu also rioted, and the whole bead was like a beast locked in a shackle. Because the shackle was loose, it would suddenly and violently break free from the shackle and rush out in the next moment.

This made everyone present numb and even more nervous. They even had a premonition that if Wen Xinzhu could not survive the tribulation, it would be very likely that most of Xiaowancheng would be buried with him.

Saint Youping swallowed hard, and at this moment she couldn't help but feel the urge to turn around and escape. This impulse did not come from the accumulation of her usual practice, but the strong mark of human instinct's reaction to fear.

This is her own powerless self-protection instinct in front of the vast power of the world.

She silently recited Zen and finally suppressed this terrifying emotion. However, this shock made her unable to help but have a deeper understanding of the immortal weapon's tribulation.

This feeling of confronting the power of heaven and earth gave her a kind of cleaning that seemed to come from her soul, allowing her to see more clearly about her cowardice, insignificance and fear in the face of real life and death pressure.

On the other side, Huineng was staring at Wen Xinzhu in the field with a little crazy. He saw him open his eyes wide and his expression became extremely strange. It seemed as if some kind of greed in his heart was hooked up and presented nakedly on his face.

There seemed to be a trace of blood in his eyes now, which was a desire to control higher abilities. This desire was now even more magnified under the Heart Bead.

He felt that the heart-in-law in front of him had become his most plump feast. He had an impulse that he could hardly curb and wanted to take it for himself completely.

"Bang!" There was a light sound in the field.

Unlike the cracking sounds that have been repeatedly cracked several times before, this is a sound similar to the skin being swelled up.

Everyone looked at it in shock and realized that it was because they were too close to Wen Xinzhu, or because Qian Yunsheng's soul had not returned to his position and could not control his body.

This caused his forehead to burst like a plum blossom under the pressure of Wenxinzhu, and a hole was torn apart.

As the hole cracked, an extremely bloody smell instantly spread throughout the scene, and some even splashed on the Wenxin Bead.

"No, it's Mr. Qian! He hasn't come back yet." Huikong shouted in a low voice, and wanted to go over and pull Qian Yunsheng away from Wen Xinzhu's side.

Unexpectedly, at this moment, the little man on Wen Xinzhu suddenly opened his eyes.

As the villain opened his eyes, a very strong soul wave suddenly released on the bead of Wenxin. The power of the soul suddenly filled the tower, suppressing everyone in the field.

With the changes in Qian Yunsheng and the sudden opening of the villain's eyes, the heartbeat in the field seemed to have found some venting point.

Although the villain was extremely unstable and his face was extremely painful, he still trembled and controlled his body and stood up from Wen Xinzhu.

As it stood up, more blood on Qian Yunsheng's forehead seemed to be deliberately guided by some strange force, all of which rushed towards Wenxinzhu.

"This is?!"

Although everyone was caught off guard by such a change, and even the madness in Huineng's eyes was stronger, the reality of being unable to move still made them unable to do anything.

At this time, the villain's eyes suddenly stroked the faces of everyone in the field, and such a feeling arose in the hearts of all the people they had seen, as if it was longing for something.

As it passed through everyone's faces, it finally fell on Qianyunsheng, which was like a clay sculpture.

It looked at Qian Yunsheng's body that was motionless, and the gurgling blood poured towards Wen Xinzhu without a drop, and a strange smile suddenly appeared on its face.

Although it was smiling like a whisper, it said to Qian Yunsheng's inactive body with an extremely complicated expression:

"You are right. Nothing is eternal. If there is really something that is eternal, it is a lie."

"People repeat the lies that the gods have told over and over again, and while deceiving themselves, they don't even have the courage to expose such lies."

"Why don't they dare to expose such lies? It's precisely because they are afraid!"

"They are afraid that when the lies are exposed, they will be like the emperor's new clothes, and they are embarrassed to find that even they are not wearing clothes at all!"

"So they can only maintain this lie year after year, day after day until they cannot continue, and replace it with new lies!"

For a moment, an extremely sharp aura surged out of Wenxinzhu and soared into the sky. This aura even connected with the catastrophe clouds in the sky, quickly stabilizing the originally extremely unstable aura of Wenxinzhu.

"Is it because the Xinjie Pass was ultimately in failure, or was taken advantage of by the extraterritorial demons, how could he suddenly be so bloodthirsty?"

The monks looked at Wen Xinzhu's strange changes, and then looked at the strange scene between Qian Yunsheng and Wen Xinzhu. Although they could not move, they still looked at each other with questions in their hearts.

They didn't understand why Wenxinzhu suddenly became crazy, and they didn't understand why the strange situation in this scene was so different from the immortal weapon recorded in the classics.

For a moment, all the monks had bad ideas and held the magic weapon in their hands tightly, preparing to subdue the demon even if they wanted to die, even if they sacrificed their lives.

Wen Xinzhu saw everyone's expressions in her eyes, and a sneering expression appeared in her eyes.

At this time, the sharp aura on its body became more and more powerful, as if a peerless sword was about to be released.

It once again stared at Qian Yunsheng's face and asked to the depths of his soul with a big laugh in his soul:

"Is this what you call fate? Is this what you call futility? Is this what you call destiny?"

Its eyes suddenly became clear, and a powerful soul power surged into its palms, even dyeing its palms white.

At this moment, it no longer hesitated, and pointed it gently towards Qian Yunsheng's forehead like a flower.

At that moment, in its soul, it seemed as if there was a faint Zen sound, and it was like a resentful woman singing.

In the eyes of the monks, what they saw was just a little bit of Wen Xinzhu towards Qian Yunsheng's forehead.

Immediately afterwards, like a rainbow bridge, countless white soul powers surged out of Qian Yunsheng's forehead, which were connected with Wen Xinzhu's soul power.

At this moment, the aura of Wenxinzhu, which was already increasingly sharp, suddenly stagnated and slowly slowed down. Its originally extremely unstable aura gradually began to stabilize.

As Wen Xinzhu's breath relaxed, everyone felt that their bodies relaxed. The feeling of oppression finally disappeared and everyone hurriedly gathered together.

"Senior brothers, why do I feel like this is a ceremony to recognize the master?" Huikong looked at the strange situation in the field and frowned and looked at everyone asking.

Huineng's eyes now, all the blood-red colors had been taken back, as if they were hiding deeper.

He said calmly: "Amitabha, my junior brother is right. This seems not a normal form of recognition of the master, but rather it is like a questioning heart bead recognizing the master in reverse."

Huiyuan also frowned and said, "Senior Brother Huineng is very knowledgeable. It turns out that I am not just because of this idea. But it is really strange. This thousand lay Buddhist obviously has not returned to his position. How can he recognize the spirit of the main weapon?"

Saint Youping said with a bright look on the side: "It seems that I really am in charge of this master recognition activity, but isn't this question Xinzhu the treasure of your Leiyin Temple? How could he be recognized by Mr. Qian, and should we interrupt quickly?"

Huixing stood aside and shook her head calmly and said, "Didn't you even notice that since the independent ritual began, the soul of Wenxinzhu has begun to stabilize?"

"I have two guesses here, or this question is because of some unscrupulous situation, and the main thing is that the thousand lay Buddhists are recognized, otherwise it may be difficult to overcome the heart."

"Or it was this Wenxinzhu who had already accomplished the tribulation and had achieved great success in the immortal weapon, and forced the state of suppressing thousands of lay Buddhists to recognize their masters."

"In this first situation, if we take action, it is equivalent to directly interrupting Wenxinzhu's tribulation. The result is probably that Wenxinzhu's tribulation failed and was completely wiped out."

"If this is the second situation, the Heart Bead has reached the immortal weapon, then the soul strength is equivalent to the level of the Nascent Soul Elder. Can anyone among us have the soul strength that surpasses the Nascent Soul and forcibly prevent this recognition of the master?"

After hearing Huixing's analysis, the monks frowned for a moment and found that no matter how they choose, they could not stop what was happening now.

Finally, Huineng said helplessly: "Amitabha, Junior Brother Huixing's analysis is reasonable. If this is the case, we may have to wait for the final result."

"But if this happens, if Xinzhu really succeeds in overcoming the tribulation, everyone will discuss how we should deal with this thousand lay Buddhists?"

Just as the monks stared at Wen Xinzhu to overcome the tribulation and discussed quietly, they suddenly found that Qian Yunsheng, who was standing there, shook his body slightly, as if he was about to wake up.

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