The sun and the moon rotate, the vicissitudes of life change, all are limited by the blood relics within a radius of a hundred miles, the earth is turned upside down within a hundred miles, and the waves are calm beyond a hundred miles. Unless someone is deliberately spying on the mistake, anyone will let it go. Wei Shiqi was close at hand, observing the subtle changes in his breath. Suddenly he heard the sound of Sanskrit sounds, and there was a bang in his head. The blood relics gathered in one place, the light and shadow were intertwined, and the shadow of an ancient Buddha loomed, with a face like a full moon. The eyes are pale gold in color, full of joy.
Hidden behind the scenes, after thousands of years, adding fuel to the flames and manipulating the chess game, today, the key piece has finally been made. Wei Shiqi's heart is like a bright mirror. Gaya bestows the Sara Fruit, sows the past causes and reaps the current fruits. Following the trend, there may be a glimmer of hope. If he tries to jump out of the chess game, he will only end up in pieces. He looked at the ancient Buddha Gaya, his heart was as solid as stone, he was not worried or afraid, he would not retreat or be disturbed, and he faced the unknown destiny calmly.
The waves of the river of time rose and fell, and finally affected his own body. Wei Shiqi used star power to pin the body of the evil star and was not disturbed by it. Qi Ran urged the wheel to hold the pillar, pushed back the mighty force with strange energy, and barely managed to survive. Mo Lan is the weakest among the three. He is caught by the river of time. His face changes several times, layers of green are smeared, and his body trembles like a candle in the wind.
At the critical moment, the earth suddenly cracked open, opening up a bottomless ravine. Qi and Mo's blood and energy were imprisoned, and their limbs could not control their movements. They fell straight into it and were swallowed up by the darkness. Like a piece of gravel falling into an abyss, it tossed around and could not distinguish up, down, left, and right. The two of them felt panic in their hearts. The breath of the abyss rushed towards their faces, and there was a vast water. If you go with it, you will thrive, but if you go against it, you will die. The five senses are blocked and the consciousness is blurred. I don’t know where I am or what night I am.
Time has lost its meaning, and it is unclear how long it has passed. It may be a hundred years or a thousand years, or it may be just a short moment. The falling force suddenly slows down. The two of them are like dead leaves floating in the air, spinning around several times and landing on the earth. The body was motionless, but the blood and energy in the body was turbulent, and there was no peace for a long time. Qi Ran was protected by the strange energy, and he regained his clarity a little. His eyelids trembled and opened a gap, and he saw only a thick darkness, as if it was the substance, and nothing could be seen. .
He heard a slight sigh, and a familiar voice sounded in his ears. It was full of concern and reluctance, "At the bottom of the abyss, there is a period of three years. You... have a good grasp of it..." Suddenly someone gently touched his back. After pushing, Qi Ran staggered involuntarily, and his eyes suddenly lit up. A large river of magma was winding and flowing, gurgling loudly. The heat was pressing from all directions. His knees weakened and he knelt down on the bank.
Qi Ran gasped for hot air, his limbs trembled, his body felt as if it was extremely heavy, and even to move his arms slightly, he had to work hard to pump up the blood and was unable to move freely. What the hell is this place? Who is the woman who speaks? All kinds of thoughts came and went, and he felt like his mind was in a mess, and he didn't know what to do.
"The bottom of the abyss... a period of three years... a good life..." The lingering sound lingered in my ears, and Qi Ran suddenly felt blessed in my heart. This place where magma flows is most likely the bottom of the legendary abyss. King Chakravartin promised He has been practicing for three years, and his achievements are worth thousands of years of hard work and must not be wasted. He calmed down, stood up unsteadily, and moved his muscles a little to adapt to the omnipresent heat and pressure. His joints crackled, and every move he made had to stimulate his blood, and he could not relax at all.
King Yin Feng hid on the other side, quietly watching Qi Ran's every move. After a long time, he lowered his eyes, took a step back, and disappeared silently into the darkness. The end of the world is so close, he takes a step back and falls back into the cave. The four walls are empty and spotless. King Yin Feng lowers his head and meditates for a moment. He stretches out his index finger and draws a random outline. His blood energy surges, and a blood cocoon about ten feet high appears in the void. The bloodshot layers melted away, revealing Mo Lan's face. His eyes were tightly closed, his breath was imperceptible, and his life hung on a thread.
Over the years, the counterattacks of the will of the abyss have gradually decreased, but the impact has become more and more fierce. The "Son of the Abyss" appeared in Mount Tailu, and various changes were unexpected and unforeseen, which planted the root of future troubles. Mo Lan accidentally missed and was bitten by the "Son of the Abyss", and was contaminated with the poison. Even King Yin Feng was helpless. The trip to the Nine Miasma Valley was nothing more than a dead horse being treated as a living horse. If it weren't for Han Shiba's star along the way, She tried to suppress it with all her strength, fearing that she would be poisoned and die long ago before she could survive this moment.
King Yin Feng reached out and touched Mo Lan's face, thinking a few times. As soon as his fingertips left, blood threads swarmed over him, wrapping him in a blood cocoon and disappearing into the void. After weighing the pros and cons and planning for tens of thousands of years, we finally have a glimmer of hope. Success or failure is in vain, but if we don't give it a try, how can we be willing to do it? She unconsciously cast her gaze to the Fubo River, a place where time went back, where the wind rose at the end of Qingping. A storm that had been brewing for a long time and swept across the abyss had just begun to take shape. Although she had heard about it, she had not experienced it personally. She could only Make some secret guesses.
If you succeed, you will soar into the sky, if you fail, you will be doomed. King Yin Feng has been tempered for many times, and his heart is like an ancient well. He can't help but feel a little uneasy at this moment.
On the banks of the Fubo River, time went back uncontrollably. Sanskrit sounds rumbled endlessly. Heaven and earth roared. The golden body of the ancient Buddha Gaya finally fell into the abyss. It suddenly became a shadow and suddenly became a reality. His face was blurred, except for a pair of pale gold eyes. His eyes, every detail revealed, were as deep as the sea and as bright as stars. He stared at Wei Qiqi quietly, with a look of relief.
Wei Shiqi raised his hand to salute and said with a smile: "I have met Buddha Gaya."
Gaya's lips moved slightly and whispered: "Master Wuming Palace, there is no need to be polite."
It seems like we met for the first time many years ago. The Yunjiang Palace in the heaven has been replaced by the Fubo River in the abyss. The former master of the Yunjiang Palace is now in charge of a palace and monopolizes the Five Ming Immortal Realm. The ancient Buddha Gaya is still sitting in meditation at the foot of Lingshan Mountain, waiting for the underworld. That slim chance to change your fate.
Wei Shiqi said: "I wonder if the Buddha is here, what advice can you give me?
The words were exactly the same, the tone was exactly the same, but the person in front of him was no longer the same person as before. Gaye sighed softly, leaving him little time. It was not easy to eliminate the doubts in the other party's heart, but his fate was determined. The destiny cannot be violated, no matter how reluctant he is, he can only act as a pawn crossing the river because of the general trend. If you retreat now, you will be crushed by the abyss. As a pawn crossing the river, you still have a glimmer of hope. Heaven and earth are furnaces, creation is work, yin and yang are charcoal, and all things are copper. He did not conceal his compassion for heaven and man, slowly raised his right hand, and tapped Wei Qiqi's eyebrows lightly.
Being in the land of the Three Realms, at the foot of Lingshan Mountain, my mind is thrown into the vast abyss, on the bank of the Fubo River. This point exhausts my magical power, and the blood threads wither instantly. The brilliance of the twelve blood relics recedes, dimming like a stubborn stone, and Gaya's figure follows. Collapse, the retrospective time flows forward again, repeating the cycle of the sun and the moon, and the vicissitudes of life.
Wei Shiqi took a deep breath, and all the messages that Gaya tried so hard to convey were imprinted in his mind. /6_6701/
