Chapter 271: Suppressing God’s Curse

Style: Fantasy Author: long dreamWords: 2228Update Time: 24/01/12 21:18:54
If you want not to be eliminated by the times, you can only keep moving forward.

Zhou Qiankun asked again: "How is the curse of God?"

Xiaoyi's tone became solemn and he said seriously: "The Infinite Buddha suppressed it again three days ago, but the Infinite Buddha said that the resistance of God's Curse to Mahayana Buddhism has reached its limit. Can it be suppressed again next time? , he has no confidence."

Zhou Qiankun nodded and said: "Let's go, it's time to completely solve the problem of God's Curse."

After that, he raised his feet and walked out.

Xiaoyi jumped on Zhou Qiankun's shoulders and followed Zhou Qiankun out of the secret room.

Zhou Qiankun came outside and found that the originally damaged buildings of the Evil God Cult had been repaired.

There are much fewer people here than before, and most of the top ten superpowers have left.

Chu Shenhe has also returned, and the only acquaintances left here are Qingyao, Murong Ruoshui, and Dugu Xiaolang.

Qingyao and Dugu Xiaolang are waiting for Zhou Qiankun, while Murong Ruoshui is protecting Qingyao and waiting for Zhou Qiankun to come out.

The moment they looked at Zhou Qiankun's figure, the three of them breathed a sigh of relief.

Qingyao came, bringing a gust of fragrant wind.

"In the early days of the Divine Palace, I saw that you succeeded."

Zhou Qiankun smiled lightly and said gently: "Fortunately, I did not disgrace my life."

Dugu Xiaolang walked up. He hadn't seen him for a year. His cultivation had progressed and he had reached the middle stage of Lingtai.

Dugu Xiaolang said slightly apologetically: "Brother Zhou, I'm sorry. Originally, my master and Young Master Aotian planned to wait for you to come out of seclusion. It's just that there was an incident in the Shenwu State. The strong men of the sect returned and they had to go back. There are new arrangements for them.”

Zhou Qiankun shook his head and smiled.

"There is no need to apologize. Fellow Taoist Aotian and Senior Dugu are waiting for me. I am already grateful and I dare not ask for anything else."

Murong Ruoshui coughed, curled his lips and came out from the direction of the hole, the Infinite Buddha.

The Infinite Buddha opened his eyes and looked in the direction here.

Murong Ruoshui smiled and said: "When you come out, hurry up and solve the problem of God's Curse. If we continue to talk about it, that Buddha will get angry. He has been suppressing the curse with his own body this year."

Zhou Qiankun felt slightly embarrassed when he heard this.

Then he looked at the figure of the Infinite Buddha and quickly approached.

"Amitabha, little friend, you are now out of seclusion."

When Zhou Qiankun came to the entrance of the cave, the Infinite Buddha smiled slightly, clasped his hands together, and whispered in a low voice: "Amitabha, congratulations to my little friend for successfully breaking the mirror. My little friend went against heaven for the sake of the world. It is a good deed, and you will naturally get good rewards. "

His voice was gentle and kind, as if exuding endless kindness and wisdom.

A trace of relief flashed in the eyes of Infinite Buddha, Zhou Qiankun had lived up to his year of waiting.

Zhou Qiankun said with some respect: "The Infinite Buddha is merciful and uses his body to suppress the devil's cave. I admire him. I will leave the next thing to my junior."

Infinite Buddha nodded and then moved the entrance of the cave out of the way.

Zhou Qiankun asked Xiao Yi to stay up there. He didn't want Xiao Yi to get close to the weird mural to avoid being contaminated by the curse.

Take a deep breath and jump in without hesitation.

Qingyao looked at Zhou Qiankun and said to Murong Ruoshui, Dugu Xiaolang and Huo Xi: "You stay outside, I will go in and take care of Zhou Qiankun."

After saying that, Suzaku jumped down without waiting for the two of them to say anything.

In the cave, Zhou Qiankun looked at Qingyao's figure with a strange expression.

He asked in confusion: "Saint Qingyao, there is no need for you to follow, right?"

Qingyao glanced at him and said words of concern in an indifferent tone.

"I'm afraid you'll die inside. If I follow, I can at least help collect your body."

Zhou Qiankun twitched the corner of his mouth, turned around and walked into the cave.

The two of them arrived under the mural one after the other.

Zhou Qiankun looked at the shattered divine patterns with serious eyes.

Raise your right hand and draw your fingers in the air.

As his fingers slid, golden lines slowly appeared in the air.

The lines carried endless pressure, like the power of God coming to the world.

Following the movements of Zhou Qiankun's fingers, a complete golden divine pattern was drawn.

This golden divine pattern presents a complex and gorgeous form. It is the oldest writing that can communicate the great ways of heaven and earth and allow people to see miracles.

Divine patterns are also divine texts. The writings of the gods contain the gods’ understanding of the great road.

The texture is smooth and delicate, exuding a mysterious and majestic atmosphere.

Qingyao looked at Zhou Qiankun in surprise. She also recognized that it was a divine pattern.

"Divine Marks, how did you do this? Is it possible that you are actually a member of the Protoss?"

Zhou Qiankun rolled his eyes at her while continuing to draw.

"Can't you see that I am a human and a god?"

Qingyao glanced at him in confusion, and finally determined that he was a genuine human being.

Qingyao is extremely curious, if this is the case, how did he know the divine pattern exclusive to the gods?

"How do you know the divine pattern?"

After all, she couldn't resist the confusion in her heart and asked.

Zhou Qiankun immediately became extremely confident, with a tyrannical air leaking out.

"It's just a divine pattern. As long as you have some talent, you can know it at a glance. Why, can't the Saint of Qingyao learn it?"

Qingyao's brows were filled with black lines, and she was so angry that she almost had Zhou Qiankun pinned to the ground and beaten violently.

This week Qiankun was knowingly asking questions and pretending to be cool in front of her!

Qingyao turned her head and snorted coldly: "It's just a divine mark. As a Celestial Clan, of course I can do it, but I'm too lazy to do it."

She didn't want to show weakness in front of Zhou Qiankun.

When Zhou Qiankun heard this, he showed a meaningful smile.

Qingyao is soft all over, but her mouth is hard.

While the two were talking, the divine patterns on Zhou Qiankun's hands had been drawn.

Afterwards, Zhou Qiankun's expression became serious.

"go!"

Zhou Qiankun pointed with one finger, and the divine pattern shrouded down towards the mural.

This divine pattern contains 40% of the power of the great avenue, which is not comparable to the previous ordinary divine pattern.

This divine pattern with 40% of the power of the avenue can directly erase the curse on the mural.

God's Curse felt threatened, became violent, and began a violent counterattack.

In an instant, outside the cave, the sky and the earth darkened in an instant, and a thick layer of dark clouds covered thousands of miles of mountains and rivers, blocking all light.

The world has become extremely depressing, as if it will be detonated in the next second and destroy everything.

Seeing that the sky was unusually dark and there was obviously a strong murderous intention in the air, the eleven heavenly beings on the ground, Murong Ruoshui, Lonely Xiaolang, Huo Xi, and Xiaoyi became obviously nervous.

They understood that there was only one reason for this vision. Zhou Qiankun had already begun to resolve the curse of God.

Murong Ruoshui took a deep breath and clenched his fists.

"Zhou Qiankun, we must succeed. Da Chu's safety depends entirely on you."

The Infinite Buddha clasped his hands together and whispered: "Amitabha."

Underground, Zhou Qiankun also felt the death struggle of God's curse, and his eyes became serious.

Under his control, the divine pattern moved forward toward the mural with indomitable momentum.