In the strong wind, the yellow-faced old monk flew all the way.
In order to avoid unnecessary trouble, he traveled to the southern region on this trip, upstream along the long river, bypassing the extremely spectacular river viewing platform where the Yellow River Conference has always been held, and headed 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 all!"
The Buddha's voice was so loud that it shook the sky far away.
But the wind suddenly stopped.
No, it was not the strong wind that stopped, but the entire space.
This small space of heaven and earth is like being trapped in a cage. Everything we know, see, and feel is at a standstill.
Someone didn't 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, and 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, but please make it easier!"
What he said was mellow and polite, gentle and solemn.
But there was no sound in the sky.
"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 demons dare to block the way of your Buddha! Are you really looking for death?"
He is a man of action. He is always ready to fight if he is scolded. He does everything in one go and never delays.
The scolding stopped, and the fearless handprint was pushed out flatly, showing majesty at first glance!
The courage to conquer outsiders and the power to suppress evil spirits. The fearless handprint breaks away the still wind, stirs up the imprisoned space, follows the connection in the dark, and crashes into the real enemy.
Seeking truth in fantasy!
However, above the boundless sky, a big hand appeared, half virtual and half real. 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 back and find the shore!"
Then there was a huge echo
"When you turn back, you will reach the shore; when you turn back, you will reach the shore..."
In the sky and on the earth, in all directions, from every direction, such echoes came. The echoes continued. This was some extremely clever sound-killing method, and the intention was to expel the word.
However, it is a mixture of many Dharma schools and does not belong to any particular sect, making it impossible for people to see the root of it.
The small bell hanging on Kujue'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.
This old monk, who had always been tired of accompanying me, 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 is recited and the heaven and earth are shaken in an instant.
Although Ku Jue does not have a great reputation in the supernatural world, he is not at all as famous as he and Jiang Wang boasted about. Even in the Buddhist land of Xuankong Temple, not many believers have heard of him.
But he is indeed one of the strongest monks among the monks of the Xuankong Temple.
Otherwise, we can't scold the leaders of Jianglongyuan and Guanshiyuan every day, and smile playfully with the abbot.
At this moment, he took action in a rage, with great authority.
The real person speaks 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 the suffering brings insight into reality.
Because the eight-character spell that gave Sauvignon Blanc the sword had dissipated, the disciple Jing Shen, who had high hopes for it, was in danger. He did not want to get entangled too much, even if he was full of resentment. After the mantra broke the spell, he wanted to leave this place.
But a wisp of heavenly wind was attracted, blew from the void, drifted 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 they are taken by others!
How powerful is this opponent?
A wisp of wind from the sky circled around and immediately surrounded Kujue 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 a 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 was here 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 God's will is unpredictable and unchangeable.
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, whether they are lucky or not, are in this world.
Under the water of the Eight Hundred Miles Qingjiang River, in the long-abandoned ancient demon cave, the fierce struggle continues.
"This should have ended long ago."
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 regular collision.
In such a fierce battle, His voice remained indifferent, as if he was always on the throne of the gods, looking down on all living beings indifferently.
"It is impossible for anyone... to escape the calamity of death," He said.
He concluded this.
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 at the peak of His 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 brought was not enough to suppress an opponent like the Blood Puppet True Demon, but Zhuang Chengqian could not escape the disaster.
Zhuang Chengqian is waiting for the real blood puppet to take shape, so why not him?
When he invades Zhuang Chengqian's everything again and completes his birth, this blood puppet true demon that Zhuang Chengqian spent so much effort to refine 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 eye of tribulation.
It seems that we are irreversibly heading towards the end and facing death.
But his voice was actually 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.
In the first inner palace, Jiang Wang is sitting cross-legged, with his five hearts facing the sky.
He completely ignored the fight between the Bone God and Zhuang Chengqian. He was unable to intervene 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 selected.
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 would trample him to death.
What kind of courage and strength is needed to face such a desperate situation?
No matter from which aspect he looked, he had no choice and no 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 was no giving up at all.
He actually seized the last moment and was still practicing.
After his physical body was taken over, he began to cultivate 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 has 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 the pain as much 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 continues.
"I really admire you. Your talent, character, and will are more valuable than your cultivation talent."
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 were some regrets in his words. Putting aside everything else, 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 career, then he may not be able to do well today.
If you train this young man, you may not be able to predict his future.
Looking at the country you created, the genius is shining brightly, isn’t it a kind of glory?
"My father is just an ordinary medicinal material merchant. He can't lift it with his hands or carry it on his shoulders. He was not extraordinary and died of illness. But I know..." Jiang Wang opened his eyes: "He will never watch me die!
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There is no need to hide the underlying meaning
How do you deserve to be my father?
"The people you believe in have just not been tested."
Zhuang Chengqian was not angry, he just said something lightly, then clenched his fist lightly, and the green handprint sealing the inner palace disappeared. And he stepped into the inner palace with one step!
Almost at the same time, Jiang Wang jumped up and struck with his sword!
Although there is a world of difference in strength, 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 just 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.
