Deep in the Taihang Mountains, on the island in the middle of the lake, on the ginkgo tree.
Myolie Chu supported her head with one hand and leaned against the tree trunk. The half-hanging branches above her head covered half of her face. Her entire figure was shrouded in a thin layer of golden light, and even the edges of her hair reflected a divine glow. She seemed to be having a sweet dream, with drool hanging from the corner of her mouth. Then she wiped the corner of her mouth with her sleeve very naturally, and her head shook.
Suddenly, she opened her eyes, her shaking head suddenly froze on her shoulders, and traces of unwiped saliva remained at the corners of her mouth.
There was a hint of panic in her widened pupils, and she shouted a name without warning.
"Visiting the World Honored One!"
She reacted and first looked around subconsciously. When she found that there was no one around, she turned to look to the west, her eyes straight, as if staring straight at something.
"Ji Shi... Zun Sheng, how could it be Zhen Shi Zun Sheng! This damn three-faced ghost Buddha, you are actually on the pale side!"
To pay homage to the World Honored Buddha, the word "ghost" should be added in front of the Buddha.
Hidden under the underworld, he was once determined to save the fate of reincarnation and suffering people in the boundless Buddhist dharma. After surviving the sea of suffering, he became the golden body of Buddha. After practicing and learning the righteous path of Buddhism, he appeared in the body of three lives and became the World Honored One. Then he jumped into the hell land. As the saying goes, "If I don't go to hell, whoever goes to hell will save all living beings and conquer Bodhi." After jumping into the underworld, there was no trace again. He split into four parts. Three of them reunited and called themselves the Lord. win.
Its three sides are respectively the solemn phase of the Tathagata of Wanxing, the phase of cultivating blessings while trying to save his dying mother, and the phase of perfect enlightenment with his eyes in jail.
Myolie Chu knew this long-standing rumor that the three parts reunited because a law of return to the source fell into the underworld, and based on that law, the three-faced ghost and Buddha bodies were re-created.
"The return of death!" Chu Xing'er whispered.
The appearance of this kind of thing was definitely not an accident. Chu Xinger was so anxious that she fell down from the treetop and took a bite of grass clippings. She was visibly angry, frowning and looking to the west.
After a moment of silence, the figure finally melted into the sunlight.
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Return to the source of law.
In addition to Chunyang, this is the second Guiyuan Law Path that appeared in Kyushu.
The huge black gold Buddha statue could not completely pass through the gate of hell, and could only stretch out one arm.
This battlefield is sinking, everything in the world is collapsing, turning into black ashes flying towards the sky... which is the direction of the palm.
The same is true for the ground under Li Xi'an's feet.
This closed-loop area formed by the entanglement of many spiritual energies is collapsing and returning to the real world.
Their fighting and fighting had no significance to the existence behind the gate of hell. That thing killed this area across the gate of hell. The flying black ashes were one of the symbols of death.
Disaster is coming.
However, his eyes swept across Zhan Yao walking around and collecting souls in a bamboo basket, and his golden vertical eyes were cold and violent. The dragon was sizing him up, just as he had been when he was an insignificant little snake in the mountains and had been targeted by a predator's claws. When there is a high probability that he is unable to resist, he will always choose to open his rows of sharp teeth and tighten his torso to make the opponent pay some price.
This happened many times, but he survived until now.
Because the enemy often couldn't bear the price, they fought tooth and nail in the end. His life was very tough, and he survived most of the bones that were broken by the bear's claws before.
He didn't want to waste time on the lawful path of returning to the source without a single chance. This thing was extremely difficult to appear in Kyushu. The only real threats were the two untouchables in front of him. Thoughts could not pass through the flash of lightning, and the huge black gold palm could only move down 30,000 miles.
"Return to the source of death!" Qingniao muttered.
She stood on the corner of the red dragon's branch and felt the world around her spinning. Even the wind and spirit were dead, and everything returned to the tranquility of death.
The scales suddenly flew away, and the blue bird's feet were empty. In the red color flying in the sky, she caught a glimpse of a strange Li Xi'an.
His eyes were calm, Xuan Yi was flying, and the Five Elements Instrument was returning. He stood in mid-air, holding a three-foot green blade in his hand, the blade as light as lake water.
Nine bone statues appeared, but they did not belong to Li Xi'an.
The green front reflects Li Xi'an's golden spiritual power, just like the luster of the lake reflects the sunset and precipitates gold.
The mists of time spread, and Li Xi'an's figure overlapped with that of Chunyang Fuyou who had appeared in the past. Even the pure white figure that stood up was the same.
"Wow -" The black ash flying towards the sky broke through a long path.
Before he even drew his sword, the sharp murderous aura hit the spot between his eyebrows!
It is better to kill than to create!
"Hey! I'll teach you a move to cut down that Pure Yang Filthy Body!" The moment he was about to draw his sword, a laugh suddenly sounded in his ears.
Li Xi'an was stunned.
"Good young man! Listen up!"
"You took the bird feather tower of King Dahuangmu and used it to suppress me. Then you incorporated the tower into the cauldron. This will ensure that this magical power will no longer kill all living beings in the Nine Provinces! That Qingfeng cannot kill the bamboo basket to collect souls, but he can fight with the bamboo basket to gather souls. After a fight of filthy bodies, it only takes a moment of mutual restraint to regain the soul-gathering spirit of the bamboo basket."
"In this way, the soul-gathering in the bamboo basket has become a dead chess piece. I can no longer lift the soul-gathering piece in the bamboo basket! What did the filthy body say? Eat it and wipe it clean. The soul-gathering in the bamboo basket will make you go back and forth between the underworld and the earth. Can you bear it?" The voice sneered.
"Red Dragon, give alms as fast as this!" Clanking like iron and roaring like thunder, a jade sign in the shadow of the ancient tree lit up, the jade sign buzzed, and a dilapidated medicine man broke through the jade sign and flew away. When he came out, he shook his body and turned into an elixir. The light flashed and fell into the mouth of Zhan Yao Zuzu.
Li Xi'an realized instantly that the medicine man had his true self hidden inside him.
The old man among the eight immortals who was killed by the filth was not the last resort of the old man. He had planted a puppet of the medicine man to retain his consciousness the moment he stepped into the Shiwan Mountain and came into contact with him. Under the influence of paleness, Zhang Yaozu was unable to know that the trace of self in the medicine gourd had already quietly left.
Zhang Yao's feet trembled under Qing Feng's lock. He took off the golden hoop and waved his hand upward, trapping the bamboo basket holding the sword above. The bamboo basket pulled out the black sword, but was it so easy to break free from the golden hoop?
Unable to move, he could only witness the pure white Dharma image holding the long sword, the nine images unified, overlapping behind Li Xi'an, turning into a rising halo of light.
Qingfeng screamed and the sword came out.
At the same moment, Que Ling Pagoda and Zaitian Cauldron arrived as scheduled, with shadows covering Zhan Yao's feet.
But Zhang Yaozhi's ugly face revealed a hearty, successful laugh, and said: "The bronze tripod and the wooden tower lock my body, and the green sharp edge cuts through the dirt. If you see the heroes of the future generations, don't waste your time in this world!" Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha!"
The next moment, the huge palm fell.
The bright ripples of light from the sword's edge overflowed from the gaps between the palms and fingers, filling the valleys.
I couldn't update my reply at first, but the name of Hunjun hurts my heart.
Therefore, update.
Retreat!
(End of chapter)
