"The White Emperor's talent is really terrifying. He can break through many of the subtleties of the avenue with just one word!!!"

"Okay! The White Emperor has such talent and courage, how can we, the men, look ahead and look forward to the future? We will go to the Demon Realm together and return to the banquet together!"

"It's so good, so good. If I don't go to hell, who will? The white donor has deep blessings, and the poor monk will definitely protect him with all his strength!"

"Saints, kill towards the demonic realm!!"

With Qingyunzi stroking his beard and pointing a finger, the Seven Saints' eyes showed determination, and they escaped into the boundless ripples of darkness in front of them, knowing full well the dangers without any hesitation!

The power of the sky has faded away, but the wind and the sun are still beautiful.

The terrifying power of the saint has disappeared without a trace in the blink of an eye. It is difficult for ordinary people to detect it. All living beings remain the same as before. It is difficult for ordinary people to imagine what a heavy sacrifice is behind this short-term peace.

Even if the Seven Saints come out together, they may not be able to return smoothly.

…

Tiandi Island.

A monk suddenly raised his head and seemed to notice something.

After staring at the sky for a long time, his expression became a bit solemn, as if the sky was clear as usual, but in his eyes it was slightly different, more like dark clouds.

Chen Kunpeng slowly closed the book in his hand with a sigh on his face.

Even though there were many novel "exquisite moves" in the book, they didn't interest him at the moment. He only had an indescribable expression of emotion, as if he had escaped into the realm of a sage.

Carefully putting the book into his sleeves, Chen Kunpeng clasped his hands together, looking like an eminent monk.

"Amitabha……"

"I haven't moved around for a long time, but I didn't realize that dark clouds were approaching, and my heart to worship the Buddha has become a little tired. It is really a sin. Now that the storm is coming, it is time to promote Buddhism."

After sighing with emotion, the great monk stood up and took a step forward.

Take one step forward.

His figure disappeared.

When we set foot again, we were already thousands of miles away. There was no trace of the island, and we were surrounded by mountains and rivers.

One step is empty.
Chapter completed!