In the strong wind, the yellow-faced old monk flew all the way.
In order to avoid unnecessary trouble, he took the southern region on this trip, upstream along the long river, bypassing the extremely spectacular river viewing platform, which has always been the venue for the Yellow River Meeting, and heading towards the Yun Kingdom.
While walking somewhere, the small clock on my waist suddenly trembled.
"Xuankong Temple is doing something special, please be kind to us!"
The Buddha's voice is so majestic that it resonates far and wide.
But the wind suddenly stopped.
No, it was not the Gangfeng that stopped, but the entire space.
The narrow world is like being trapped in a cage. Everything I know, see, and feel is at a standstill.
Someone actually refused to show favor to the Xuankong Temple and forcibly blocked the road!
The feeling of suffering has stopped, and the person is standing high in the sky, holding the fearless seal with his hand. He is quite solemn, and he has the air of an eminent monk who is walking in the Eastern Holy Land of Buddhism.
But I saw him shouting loudly: "I'm just passing through the border, I don't mean to disturb you. If there is any obstruction, I can go around it! I don't know where the master is blocking the way, so please make it easier!"
What he said was mellow and polite, gentle and solemn.
But the sky is silent.
"You son-of-a-bitch turtle and bastard with stinky straw sandals!" Seeing that no one was paying attention, Ku Jue suddenly jumped up and cursed: "What kind of hidden monster dares to block the way of your Buddha! Are you really looking for death?"
He is a man of action and always wants to be beaten if someone scolds someone behind him. Done in one go, no delays.
The scolding stopped, and the fearless handprint was pushed out flatly, showing majesty at first glance!
The courage to defeat outsiders and the power to suppress evil spirits. The fearless handprint broke away the still wind, bumped into the imprisoned space, followed the connection in the dark, and crashed into the real enemy.
Seeking truth in fantasy!
However, above the boundless sky, a big hand that was half virtual and half real appeared. It appeared silently and greeted each other silently. It was so understated and so just right.
Just caught that handprint.
A vague and uncertain voice sounded at this time: "Great monk, turn around and find the shore!"
Then there was a huge echo——
"If you turn back, you will reach the shore, if you turn back, you will reach the shore..."
Such echoes came from heaven and earth, from all directions, and from every direction. The sound echoes endlessly. This is some kind of extremely clever sound-killing method, which is based on the word "expel".
However, it is a combination of many sects, and it does not belong to any particular sect or sect, making it impossible for people to see its roots.
The small bell hanging on Ku Jue's waist, even though I heard the famous bell, I was suppressed for a moment and stopped trembling.
"It's you!"
The yellow-faced old monk suddenly widened his eyes.
The old monk, who had always been tired of accompanying him, seemed to have finally shown his true character.
That dry and wrinkled old face was filled with a kind of anger.
He seemed to recognize the person who was coming. He clasped his palms together, and his majestic energy rose like a dragon, with great power, courage and killing power, shaking all directions.
"Om! Ah! Mi! Cha! Hum! Ga! Cha! Luo!"
Orally recite all the eight-character mantras of the Buddha’s fearless heart!
Every word has the power of vajra and the fire of Buddha's wrath. Every word was recited, shaking the world in an instant.
Although Ku Jue didn't have a great reputation in the supernatural world, he was not at all as thunderous as he and Jiang Wang had boasted about. Even in the Buddhist land of Xuankong Temple, not many believers had heard of him.
But he is indeed one of the strongest monks among the monks of the Xuankong Temple.
Otherwise, we wouldn't be able to scold the first ones of Jianglongyuan and Guanshiyuan every day, while smiling playfully with the abbot.
At this moment, he took action in a rage, with great authority.
The real person utters the truth, subdues the external demons, and slays the evil.
The shackles of the entire space were instantly broken, and the strong wind roared again.
Everything returns to normal, and suffering brings insight into reality.
Because the eight-character spell that gave Sauvignon Blanc the sword has dissipated, the disciple Jingshen, who had high hopes, is in danger. He didn't want to get entangled too much, even if he was filled with resentment. After the mantra broke the law, he wanted to leave this place.
But a wisp of heavenly wind was attracted and blew from the place of nothingness, drifting and smoked, and came to the present world.
The wind of heaven is the will of heaven.
Intangible, untouchable, in a place of nothingness, with unpredictable power.
But it is snatched by others!
How powerful is this opponent?
A wisp of wind from the sky circled around and immediately surrounded Ku Jue on the spot!
No escaping, no getting rid of.
As long as the sky wind surrounds you, there is no fatal disaster, but you will definitely not be able to escape within a short period of time.
The ethereal voice continued: "When you are lost, you hope to find your way back; when you are in the sea of suffering, you hope to turn back."
The words are like seals, flowing around the sky and wind.
Ku Jue clenched his fists and gritted his teeth: "When Jing Ge died, he came to stop him..."
His eyes turned red and he punched Tianfeng!
The golden light protecting the body was shattered, and the flesh and blood disintegrated, revealing the dense finger bones.
The wind is still moving around, as if the will of God is unpredictable and cannot be changed.
High in the sky, only the old monk's furious voice roared: "Who are you!?"
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All human beings and God's will, and all the hardships and blessings are in this world.
Under the water of the 800-mile Qingjiang River, in the long-abandoned ancient demon cave, the fierce struggle continues.
"It's long past time to end this."
The white-bone skeleton and the blood-puppet true demon started a crazy battle within a small space.
At first glance, punches, elbows and strikes look like those of ordinary warriors, but every gesture is a collision of rules.
In the midst of such a fierce battle, His voice remained indifferent, as if he was forever sitting on the throne of the gods, overlooking all living beings indifferently.
"No one... can escape the calamity of death," He said.
So He concluded.
This is not just an emphasis, but a repetition of the rule.
The power of the immortal calamity is strengthening, and the situation that has lasted for hundreds of years is coming to an end.
Later Wang Changji was of course also an excellent choice for the container, but Zhuang Chengqian was the divine body he originally chose.
That birth hundreds of years ago was the one in which He was most perfectly prepared and in the highest state. It was a glorious moment in which He had high hopes.
That time, Zhuang Chengqian faked his death to escape, and the lifeless battle has been postponed until now.
Today's game is a continuation of the old and a new beginning.
The power he had descended was not enough to suppress an opponent like the Blood Puppet True Demon, but it was impossible for Zhuang Chengqian to escape death.
Zhuang Chengqian is waiting for the blood puppet to take shape, so why not him?
When he invades everything Zhuang Chengqian once again and completes his incarnation, this blood puppet true demon that Zhuang Chengqian painstakingly refined will be the protector of the Bone Divine Kingdom in his present world.
Zhuang Chengqian always wants to take advantage of it, and as a god, he also wants to take it all!
"certainly."
Regarding the words of the Bone God, 'Zhuang Chengqian' had no expression on his face: "Otherwise, how could I have died back then?"
At that time, the body he controlled was falling towards the chessboard where the unborn tribulation manifested, and was falling towards the tribulation eye.
It seems that we are irreversibly heading towards the end and facing death.
But his voice was so plain!
He has the calmness to stand up to the gods, and the confidence to play chess with the gods!
In the entire underwater cave, the consciousness that is still active is not limited to these two.
The first inner palace. Jiang Wang sat cross-legged with his five hearts facing the sky.
He completely ignored the fight between the Bone God and Zhuang Chengqian. There is no way to interfere anymore.
Regardless of whether the final winner is the Bone God or Zhuang Chengqian, he will be the first to be eliminated. Because his body has been chosen.
Whether it is Jiang Wang's body chosen by Zhuang Chengqian, or Zhuang Chengqian's new body chosen by the Bone God, there is no difference in the outcome.
He was like an ant, he could only wait for the outcome of the fight between the two giants, and the only difference he could expect was which giant he would be trampled to death.
What kind of courage and strength is needed to face such a desperate situation?
No matter from which aspect, he had no choice or chance.
There is really no way out at the end of the mountains and rivers, and the boat has not yet reached the bridge!
But he didn't give up.
There is no giving up at all.
He actually seized the last moment and was still practicing.
After his physical body was taken over, he cultivated his spiritual soul.
There is no other way to turn to the outside, so I turn to the inside to make myself as strong as possible.
At any time and in any situation, he always had to do something.
The ant cannot change the outcome of being trampled to death by the giant, but perhaps, it can try to bite the giant and try to return as much pain as possible.
Although the pain may be insignificant, it may not even be noticed.
But this is a strong struggle that will not yield to life.
Life goes on and the struggle goes on.
"I really admire you. Your talents, character, and will are more valuable than your cultivation talents."
Zhuang Chengqian appeared at this moment, outside the First Inner Palace: "If you were my heir, I would definitely leave all my career to you."
There was some regret in his words. Putting everything aside, Jiang Wang is a young man from Zhuang State after all. If he had not survived the disaster back then, but could have continued his great ambitions, then today, it may not be impossible to train this young man well, and it may not be impossible to look forward to his future.
Isn’t it a glory to look at the country that you created and how the genius shines brightly?
"My father is just an ordinary medicinal materials merchant. He can't lift it with his hands or carry it on his shoulders. He failed to transcend and died of illness. But I know..." Jiang Wang opened his eyes: "He will never watch me die! "
There is no need to hide the underlying meaning——
How do you deserve to be my father?
“The ones you put your faith in, they just haven’t been tested yet.”
Zhuang Chengqian was not angry, he just said a few words, then clenched his fist lightly, and the cyan handprint that sealed the inner palace disappeared. And he took one step and stepped into the inner palace!
Almost at the same time, Jiang Wang jumped up and struck with his sword!
Although their strength is vastly different, they still have to fight to the death.
Zhuang Chengqian grabbed the sword with one slap, and with another slap, he pinched the neck of Jiang Wang's soul.
At this moment, he didn't even need to cover up at all, he simply crushed him.
Lifting Jiang Wang's soul with his big hand, it jumped out of the palace like a weak chicken.
"I was in Tongtian Palace before."
"You asked me... why you, right?"
Zhuang Chengqian's spirit grabbed Jiang Wang's spirit and jumped out of this body.
The body is still falling.
Zhuang Chengqian's soul jumped in front of his body, accelerated suddenly, and pushed Jiang Wang's soul towards the only dark eye on the Wusheng chessboard.
"That's the answer!"
