There is a small world somewhere out there.

Guanyan, who had already broken off the cause and effect with Xuankong Temple and emerged from Buddhism, held the hand of Xiaofan, whose features were full of tenderness, and walked in the sea of ​​flowers.

He will plant nine hundred and ninety-nine kinds of flowers for her and bear nine hundred and ninety-nine kinds of incense.

He wanted to take her to nine hundred and ninety-nine small worlds and experience nine hundred and ninety-nine kinds of sweet life. She would live in the way of the other world, love, travel, and then pass by again.

He is no longer a monk, but he still retains his bald head. Her white hair has turned into black hair, and her smile is still the same as before.

It's all the same as it was at the beginning.

Everything in the Morihaiyuan world and everything in this world is actually not very important.

They all said goodbye properly and lived their own lives from now on.

After five hundred years of suffering, this little bit is sweet.

They no longer care about worldly things, but there are always some things and some people that are special.

For example, the young man who witnessed their story and promoted their reunion.

Guan Yan likes him, and Xiaofan also likes him.

Every time this kid writes a letter, he talks seriously about spiritual practice, but at the end he always mentions his mother-in-law and greets her diligently.

It was at a certain moment when the wind blew the sea of ​​flowers into a tide, Guan Yan remembered that he was still the Yuheng Star Lord, and regained his consciousness for a moment... Then he held out a piece of star-studded letter paper with his index and middle fingers.

Xiaofan was humming a tune nonchalantly, as if he was intoxicated by the fragrance of flowers.

"Stop peeking, your eyes are tired." Guan Yan handed the letter to her: "Read it yourself."

Xiaofan took the letter and emphasized: "I will read it if you insist. Actually, I don't like to read your private messages."

When he saw it, he was a little surprised: "Heavenly Buddha Treasure?"

Guan Yan walked forward slowly, his moon-white gown flowing gracefully, and he said calmly: "There can't be any treasure hidden in the gaps in the world of Senhai Origin World that I don't know about. It's obvious that he fell into the trap."

Xiaofan immediately became nervous: "Then what are you still doing here? Why don't you go and take a look? What a good child. I think of you every time I have good things. Even though I was deceived, my thoughts are more valuable than treasures!"

Guan Yan tightened her hand and smiled gently: "Don't worry, I'm here."

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Ao Kui's body was falling.

The body of the true dragon that looked like a miracle turned out to be so ordinary after its vitality was exhausted. It just had more flesh and blood, a bigger frame, and more dazzling golden scales.

The life-threatening swarm of ink ants swung in the air, wrapped around the dragon like a black rope, and circled the dragon for several weeks until it was completely black. It quickly devoured the flesh and blood of the dragon corpse, leaving only the skeleton and crashing to the ground!

The dense ink ants splashed like running water under this kind of attack, causing countless deaths and injuries. But the surviving ones quickly crawled back and continued to knock on the bones and suck out the marrow.

The Mohists play with machine puppets instead of controlling beasts. The black ants do not digest the dragon corpses themselves, but decompose and store them in the ant sacs. In the end, the black ants that swallow different parts will enter different ant pools.

Then spit out the raw materials that have been preliminarily processed and let the monks take them. Directly collecting dragon scales, dragon blood, and dragon meat is already a very outdated option...

Ao Kui is dead, the Heavenly Slaughter Ten Thousand Jue Formation is still running automatically, the Jingli is still chanting, and the bloody corpse is still swaying... Hundreds of thousands of Fulu warriors are busy in the vast land, like ants.

"Losing is losing, no matter who you lose to." Xi Ming responded to Ao Kui's anger before his death with these plain words.

In this battle on the floating land, his machine puppets suffered a lot of casualties. It can be said that he used the mountains of Dao Yuan stones to create the current victory... This dragon corpse is his harvest.

Jiang Wang didn't mind either.

He didn't bother to respond to the deceased.

He just looked up at the copper-colored sky.

It was an empty and silent metallic color that had shrouded the world for many days, bringing endless depression and fear.

Ao Kui is dead, but the begging bowl in the sky... is still there!

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The copper-colored sky canopy flips upside down and floats on the land, thus forming a "round sky and a square place".

Thousands of living creatures in the floating land world are all like birds in a cage.

And outside the "Bird Cage", a statue is riding a red cauldron across the galaxy, having come from a long way.

Jiang Wuxie, the master of the Yangxin Palace of the Daqi Empire, used the latitude and longitude of the sky to trace the star path, and used the thread of love as the long path to grasp a drop in the ocean in the vast universe.

If this distance were simply measured in terms of space, it would probably not be hundreds of millions of miles away, and we would not be able to reach it until the end of God's life.

But based on the purple sky, using the thread of love as the tie, using the starlight as the path, locking the specific position of the star dome, the star map leaps... right before our eyes.

He rushed to his goal as quickly as possible, without any effort.

However, what I saw in front of me was densely covered with Sanskrit texts and walls of iron and copper.

This world was not very open to begin with, and now it is directly locked into a prison.

Light cannot penetrate, shadow cannot penetrate, sound cannot penetrate, and I don’t know how many years have passed in the meantime.

No wonder Yu Ling warned in advance that something big would happen in this world!

When he first came here to plan the situation, he didn't find any power of Buddha nature.

Worried about Huo Yuling's safety, Jiang Wuxie didn't waste any time. He was still some distance away from the floating land world, so he just waved his sleeves, bluffed his right hand, and raised it diagonally back, as if to catch something——

Deep in the vast universe, among the ancient star vaults, a red star suddenly lights up!

It is a collection of star concepts, and it is the core that is extremely difficult to touch concretely.

Its starlight spread across the heavens and the world, and at this time, it poured out its love for Jiang Wuxie without mercy.

Red starlight!

So bright and beautiful, shining endlessly here.

They were all bundled together in an instant and held in Jiang Wuxie's palm.

At this time, Jiang Wuxie's figure was stretched out, her black hair flying, like a fully drawn bow. In her extreme femininity, she was also stirring up explosive power.

The starry sky fills the bow.

Play the string suddenly.

Jiang Wuxie took just one step and was already in front of the copper wall. The beam of starlight he held in his hand had turned into a spear in the process.

A gun with purple eyes, black hair and gorgeous red hair!

The star’s name is “Red Luan”.

The red dust casts the tripod.

The name of the gun is "Hongluan".

The original desire is innocent.

And the red luan star is moving, who doesn’t seek marriage!

This shot blooms alone in the depths of the universe, like a flower that no one is watching but is extremely beautiful.

The flower blooming season is here!

Such a brilliant shot, which can definitely be called a stunning shot at the divine level, hit the iron wall that turned down the entire floating land world.

Dang~!

Like an old monk ringing a bell in the mountains.

That long and lonely sound echoes almost endlessly in the depths of the universe.

But that's all.

No matter how amazing the red luan gun is, it can't break the begging bowl.

After all, Jiang Wuxie was just a divine being. Although the cauldron was made from the mortal world and achieved in one step, he was unparalleled in power. But what he faced was the treasure of the Heavenly Buddha.

Except for this long sound of the bowl, nothing was found.

"call……"

Jiang Wuxie exhaled a long breath.

He exhaled the violent reverberation from the Hongluan Gun as turbid air.

The tip of the spear was still touching the copper wall, and the spear was still held in his right hand. He was hanging outside the floating land world, unable to open the door to this world.

He did not hesitate to achieve the arrival of God in advance, and fought all the way from Linzi, the state of Qi in this world.

But the road of longing for millions of miles is blocked by a copper bowl!

In a merely low-status outer world, where a few old people living on their last legs were coordinating with each other, they dared to stop Jiang Wuxie?

The majestic prince of Qi, the noble man of Tianhuang, has received strong support from the clan government, and is the most qualified to compete for the dragon throne... How can he accept this injustice?!

Jiang Wuxie leisurely put the Hongluan gun back behind him, his eyes darkened, and he was ready to call someone.

It’s time to lay out the spectrum of Daqi Yangxin Palace here!
To be continued...