(Third update. Take a breather, this chapter is so tiring to write.)
"The true color is born in the ink, and it travels in the universe. How can you travel in the universe before you achieve perfection? At that time, one of the magical methods of protecting yourself was 'Qin Color', which revealed the true color and led people to the Tao. Now I think about it
When I think about it, I really miss that magic." Shimoji Zhenzun smiled and explained to today's immortals on Mars: "Unfortunately, magic is not perfect, there are always trade-offs... After evolution, true color
It is permanently fixed in the body, bones, heart, and spirit. It is not easy to infect today's immortals and demons, but it is worth it. Well, you don't need to know why it is worth it specifically. Let's talk about the things at hand."
Xiazhi pointed at the mirage in the sky: "It's difficult to dye the current immortals, but it's easy to dye the ancient immortals... Haha, the ancient immortals regard us as enemies and are always ready to fight with us, but they don't know that they can't get close at all.
Our clan, otherwise we will convert to the true color. The ancient immortals hate us, but we have never resented them. No matter how deep their hatred is, we cannot deny that they are us. The righteous gods and the ancient immortals live together.
The Clan of Gods!”
"While our clan has evolved and reached perfection, the surviving ancient immortals are still the same. They originally lived together, but now there are such huge differences in body and soul. How can they stop us? How can they resist us bringing them in?"
Coming from eternity.”
During the fierce battle, Su Jingren and his comrades defended Mars, turning their swords and fire to resist the waves of fierce attacks from the Black Giant Spirit. He could only ignore Zhenzun Xiazhi's words and forget about them, but he could see the mirage in the sky.
Clearly. When the ancient immortal was dyed with ink, Su Jing typed a spiritual message to the golden boy and told the child: Run away!
Except for the Mo giant, no one thought that the ancient immortal could change from a slayer of ink to a follower of ink so easily. But what should have happened has happened, and the only thing the golden boy can do is to escape...
Xiazhi loved to talk, but Hetao was not as verbose as him. He just looked at the golden boy with a smile.
A child tries to be smart, but ends up suffering the consequences. This kind of drama is very interesting, and Hetao likes to watch it.
The glazed Buddha no longer had a deliberate smile on his face, and no pretentious evil deeds in his eyes. He was completely stunned. His expression was frozen, his eyes were dim, and he looked around stiffly. It was made of Dazhenxi Lingshi.
The golden body is so pure and transparent that when he loses his mind, all the emotions in his heart are revealed in his eyes, and anyone can easily read what he is thinking...
Shocked, how could this happen? Disappointed, he was defeated. He thought he was in control of the overall situation, but it turned out that he was just a child who mistakenly thought the wooden spoon used for eating was a murder weapon. Painful. He was completely defeated in front of his father's soul. He lost so easily. He would
Disappointment, his father's disappointment is undoubtedly the most profound pain of the golden boy; and...decision.
"Escape? How can we escape?" Golden Boy muttered to himself, he received the summons from Su Jing.
The Golden Boy can escape. His life is the most satisfying thing in the life of the False Buddha. He has successfully inherited the mantle of the False Buddha. Although it cannot be said that he is better than his predecessors. But now the Golden Boy has firmly entered the peak realm, and is better than when he was in his heyday.
The false Buddha is no less generous.
If Golden Boy tries his best to escape, he will inevitably be seriously injured, but there is still a chance of escape. There is no doubt about his strength. He can put the false Buddha's statue in his sleeve and break out. But in Golden Boy's heart: when the statue leaves the west,
What is the meaning of this 'certificate'?
It has been a long time since he came to this world. The saddest moment in the golden boy's life is when he found out that his father was buried in the spiritual mountain at the beginning of his life. The happiest moment in his life is when he learned that Su Jing persuaded the Buddha...
Happiness is hard to describe. It is a wonderful feeling of relief that a heavy force that has always been pressing in the heart is suddenly released, and then the whole body feels relaxed.
The Golden Boy doesn't care whether the false Buddha is a god or a demon. The correct position of a god statue standing in the west sky is proof that 'Father' was once famous and powerful in the universe!
The false Buddha established his way in the west, and his sacred tablets only have meaning if they are placed on the Lingshan Mountain.
The golden boy knows that he has failed in his performance. But...it doesn't matter! His father's divine tablet is still enshrined in the spiritual mountain, and the golden boy is still guarding him in front of the shrine!
There is no transition at all, the golden boy is in a daze, stiff and bursts into violence!
In front of the golden boy, there are endless ancient immortals, endless giant spirits, numerous black crowns, two great deities, and a giant Mengtian ship. Behind the golden boy, there is only a solitary divine tablet. The three fragrances in front of the shrine have been burnt to the end, which is terrible.
extinguished.
Rolling cold smoke rose from the golden boy's body, and the golden boy jumped up, charging alone.
Master Hetao said, if the golden boy wants to escape, he will pursue him with all his strength. If the golden boy wants to fight, he will accompany him to the end. Even if he comes back and forth, the result is "I will kill him". There is nothing new, Hetao.
With a wave of his hand, all the formations on the giant ship came together. The ink divine thunder swept across the golden boy. The ancient immortals who had just surrendered swarmed up. The army of ink giants gathered in heavy formations to press for a killing blow. Among the thousands of soldiers and horses, there was only one magic spell.
Target, the crystal clear Buddha!
There was a loud roar, and the giant ship's thunder struck the golden boy.
There was no dodge, no magic to resist, just a spurt of blood and a fountain of tears.
The golden boy's tears turned into bright gems when he fell, and his blood turned into crimson crystal as soon as he spoke. He resisted a salvo from the giant ship, and the cold smoke emanating from his body became thicker and more intense.
In just a short moment, it has become overwhelming!
The ethereal cold smoke was so thick that it almost condensed into substance. In stark contrast, the originally clear and solid figure of the glass Buddha quickly swayed and blurred.
The charge is non-stop, the smoke is non-stop, and the tears are non-stop.
Children are children, and they can't help but cry. No matter how determined he was when his father died, the golden boy didn't want to cry, but he couldn't help it... This is his secret, even if he is a fake Buddha,
Even Su Jing didn't know: he was afraid of pain.
He was particularly afraid of pain. The last time he cut off one of his little fingers, it made him cry for a long time.
It really hurts... The skin quickly withered, the flesh and blood withered layer by layer, and the divine energy and mana in the body was withdrawn sharply. It really hurt. He could endure the huge pain but could not hold back tears. This was the only one who could keep his father's memorial tablet.
Method, he needs to persevere, and he still needs to charge!
The golden boy has already rushed into the enemy's formation, bringing with him the cold smoke that spreads out from his body. Everyone who comes into contact with the cold smoke, whether it is the ancient immortal or the black giant spirit, will be shattered in an instant: frozen to pieces. Clean and completely frozen.
kill!
The Golden Boy was once the precious phase of the Great True West Spiritual Stone, and the Great True West Spiritual Stone was once the ice that froze the Buddha in the far reaches of the West! Who can stop its coldness!
Mo Juling's offensive became more and more fierce. On the battlefield that was going crazy, the two great masters He Tao and Yuan Yi had already taken action. They had already noticed that Golden Boy's offensive was extremely powerful. They noticed the extreme cold smoke rising from Golden Boy.
An extremely dangerous mood...
Layers of magical light flowed and bloomed on the giant ship, and huge powerful divine thunder slashed. All the black evil demons urged the spell with all their strength, and half of the western sky was shrouded in black spells. But the golden boy's charge never paused, and there was no evasion or defense.
, Chong, who was so completely open-minded, allowed endless evil to be bombarded by him.
Just get beaten.
The more the beating, the more painful it became, and the more painful it was, the more tears he shed; but just like his tears, the harder the golden boy was hit, the more violent and violent the white smoke rising from his body became.
Sweeping in all directions, crushing all enemies.
Su Jing, who had been watching the battle for a while outside Wanzha, was moved... Su Jing knew the origin of the golden boy, and how could he not see the magic of the golden boy when he saw him at this moment: return to his original nature, merge into the soul, this is the golden boy
A life-saving battle!
He sacrificed his own life and used endless magic energy to fuse his mysterious ice treasure body, in exchange for an extremely cold storm that would kill without mercy and destroy all things!
Suddenly, it snowed in the west.
It snowed heavily, but it didn't mean "flying" at all. The snowflakes whizzed and flew, and the pieces were like knives. The fierce and ferocious snow instantly covered the Paradise, and from this, in addition to black, the world was covered with black.
Pure white, Xiao Sha white.
The bliss of the West is vast and boundless. Lingshan Mountain and Daleiyin Temple are 'landmarks', but apart from this most famous mountain, there are also various golden mountains, various divine states and the endless ocean of mercy in the western sky... Suddenly, there are rippling undercurrents.
The turbulence stopped, and it suddenly stopped, giving the illusion that time has stood still.
What is this illusion? One moment, the ocean was frozen, and the next moment, from the direction of the little golden boy, it spread rapidly in all directions, and the silver-white killing wave, and the freezing cold that wiped out all living things, broke out from the golden boy's feet.
Go and invade the entire Paradise!
Heavy snow fell from the sky, and the land and sea froze. But Golden Boy's charge continued, and the billowing cold smoke rising around him was still spreading crazily.
At this moment, everyone knew what Jintong was doing. Everyone knew that Jintong was dead. Even if he stopped now, there would be no chance of living anymore. Anger finally appeared on Master Hetao's face. He understood.
He had no choice but to retreat. Even if he could resist the strong cold if he stayed, his men would suffer heavy casualties. This was a meaningless battle. That kid was going to commit suicide, so who could go crazy with him?
But no matter what, Hetao is a dignified person, but he was forced to retreat by a crazy kid. He was angry!
Even when you are angry, you must retreat. Anger and impulsiveness are completely different things. Hetao has always made a clear distinction between them, otherwise he would not be able to be a great master.
The mantra spread far and wide, and orders were sent in all directions. The black army and the ancient immortals who scattered like clouds immediately stopped their hands, turned into black mist, and retreated into the giant ship as fast as light and electricity. At the same time, the Mengtian giant ship began to slowly rise into the sky...
At this moment, a thunderous sound suddenly erupted from the golden boy's body. It was the sound of a glacier bursting amplified tens of millions of times.
The golden boy is shattered.
It was really broken, but his skin, bones and flesh were not visible in the bliss, only the rushing cold smoke, the cruel silvery white, the golden boy collapsed!
At the moment when the golden boy collapsed, the world of paradise roared and roared. The soul-destroying wind wrapped in the endless cold. Thousands of killing cold currents roared up and swept past. The endless wind, endless cold, and endless silver came from the sky.
, underground, in every corner of this pure land of China, rushing towards the black ship.
The golden boy summoned this storm, but the power of the storm does not come from the golden boy. This is the Western Heaven. This is the destination of faith for devout Buddhists for thousands of generations. Every drop of water and every grain of sand in the pure land of China contains the power of thought.
The golden boy sacrificed his life with his body and awakened the boundless power of bliss, in exchange for this 'god-killing cold'!
The storm that destroys everything, the snow that annihilates everything!
The giant ship that had just ascended into the sky and was about to escape from the western sky was like a kite caught in a hurricane. It spun around for a moment and then fell to the ground. But before it hit the ground, the strong wind and extreme cold tore it into pieces.
The giant ship exploded with a bang, and Hetao and Yuan Yi flew out with an angry roar. The roar was to summon their fellow tribesmen to gather around them. They also wanted to use heavy methods to protect their fellow tribesmen, but the screams of the two great masters were blocked by
The strong wind annihilated the magical powers and spells of the two great masters... What they faced was not the golden boy's "suicide spell" at all, but the power of wish, mind, and demon-conquering power of an entire paradise world!
They were also shattered! Both bodies and souls of the great deities were destroyed.
Even if the Great Master is like this, how can ordinary giant spirits and ancient immortals survive? Just like the golden boy who blew himself up, the last thought in his heart is: kill them all!
Do all you can to kill!
The strong wind tore apart all the evil spirits, and every color that did not belong to the western sky was finally covered by heavy snow... A cruel battle that was enough to move the gods and Buddhas took less than half a cup of tea from start to finish.
None of the black giant spirits that entered the Western Heaven could survive, and all the golden boys and ancient immortals were destroyed.
After the storm dissipated, the heavy snow covered everything. Looking around, the western sky was covered in silver, brilliant white, and unparalleled cleanliness.
Heavy snow has covered the two bamboo sheds on Lingshan Mountain, but the cold wind has not and will not invade here, so everything is fine here.
The fragrance of the three plants flickered, then went out, burning to the end.
On the ancient Buddha's sacred tablet, a small, almost transparent shadow moved, as if he wanted to get up and refill the incense sticks for three more times, but he was too tired and had no strength at all... After struggling for a moment, the small figure appeared
No longer trying in vain, he curled up his 'body' and fell asleep leaning against the fake Buddha tablet.
The glazed body faded away, and the dying soul revealed its true face, a fair and clean little boy with thin lips that showed a bit of stubbornness. When he was sleeping, the corners of his lips were curled up, giving him a down-to-earth and reassuring smile. (To be completed.)
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