The envoy of the lamp holder stood proudly in front of the tree, holding a lamp, and the light shone across the ten directions, litting the darkness around the ancient Fusang tree, just like the kind-hearted god who guided the wanderer home when the end of the world came, quietly waiting for the attack of Shaoxuan and Xi'e. Wherever there was a fire, you could see ashes falling from, and you didn't know where it came from.

Although he was an immortal who had attained enlightenment in ancient times, he had made more progress in serving his mother. He was only a short distance from fortune, but he woke up early and was no longer at the peak. Facing the siege of two legendary powers, facing the overlord's sword and the boat of doomsday, even if he was confident in his words, he actually did not dare to be negligent or relaxed. He gave up his active attack and guarded the "Land of Wandering Sons in the Ten Directions" he had laid out before, eliminating the hidden dangers of his mother for Sha Wujing, getting that thing, and gaining enough time.

When they reach the realm of legend, they know that "I am for me" clearly can be relied upon externally and can eliminate many limitations to understand the situation. With such a clear situation, how could Shaoxuan and Xi'e not understand the plan of the envoy of the lamp?

Without any delay or hesitation, Shaoxuan stepped into the boat of doomsday in one step, stood with Xi'e, and drove the giant ship slowly into the brightly lit place.

The tower ships floated layer by layer, interwoven into Taoist patterns, forming a moist light of light gold and water. All the holy virtues and merits were fulfilled. As soon as they came into contact with the light illuminated by the wanderer lamp, sparks were rubbed out, flashing up and down, flowing left and right, as if they were about to be ignited out of thin air.

However, even if the sparks are like strong winds and waves, the boat of Doomsday remains unchanged and is not damaged at all. It even allows the light to actively avoid it and pass through the lights in a posture of sailing on the sea of ​​suffering.

Although the boat of Doomsday has not done its best and lacks many abilities, it is difficult to call it a true peerless person, but it is to refine it to survive the end of the world and sail towards the next era. It is a treasure raft of the sea of ​​suffering. The power of defense is its foundation. It is comparable to that of peerless persons in this aspect. It is sailing in the "Glass Realm of Wandering Sons in the Ten Directions" and is wielding its strengths!

The lights are like water, forming the sea. The boats travel on the ocean, splitting waves and approaching the envoy of the hand-held lamp.

But at this moment, what Xi'e and Shaoxuan saw suddenly changed. Although it was still the world of wandering people in the ten directions and the lights were still everywhere, the lamp god in front of them suddenly disappeared, leaving only a piece of bright wick burning quietly, and there were more dark liquids like glue around.

Wick?

Xi'e's heart moved. Her spiritual sense and the boat of Doomsday were in harmony, and she reached out to all directions like tentacles. Then she saw the handsome face of the envoy of the hand-holding lamp appeared at infinite heights. He was looking down at the two of them.

There is a border of glass in the distance, like a lamp.

This was a movement in her heart, and what she saw was gathering together, and she had already grasped the current situation.

For some reason, the boat of Doomsday that entered the glazed glazed world of Wanderers strangely drove into the glazed fairy lamp along the light!

At this moment, I and Shaoxuan are not in the outside world, but in the lamp, approaching the wick!

What a trick to steal the day and change the day!

Boom!

While Xi'e recognized the situation, Shaoxuan also understood the experience. He was ready to use the knife as a ruler to create the "Divine Light of Holy Virtue in All Lands".

Boom!

The worlds are highlighted, civilizations emerge one by one, and the "fire" of the stars gathers, illuminating the dark and cold universe, and the gathering of various colors such as red, green, yellow, white and black. They represent different parts of humanity, and turn into colorful and moist "water flow", and use the power of man to conquer the heavens to integrate into the sword, which stimulates the divine thunder of the heavens.

Purple, green, four colors, nothingness and chaos, and twitching teeth and claws, condensed into a ball, and all kinds of lightning lights turned into water. It seemed that after returning to the beginning, a pool of ancient and vicissitudes of thunder pools formed, gathering the holy water light that invaded all things. It hit the ground, fought against the sky with man, twisted into a spiral, and hit the envoy of the palm lamp.

Wherever this sword light passed, the lights avoided and refused to hurt them. In an instant, they had arrived in front of the envoy of the lampholder.

The god of the palm lamp had a comfortable expression and a solemn look. The other hand that did not hold the glass cup spread out, the five fingers were put together, the palm was like jade, the surface was swift and transparent, and the patterns were prominent, and it turned into a mysterious "mirror".

when!

The sword light slashed into the mirror and was directly bounced back, which inspired the boat of Doomsday to make a great masterpiece of light gold, and the merits were long-lasting, so that it could barely stabilize.

A deep burn mark was left in the center of the "mirror".

In just a short moment, several battles between dragons and tigers are hard to decide.

Sha Wujing, whose eyes were light and colorless, flew away from the ancient Fusang tree that seemed to be a cosmic distance. From time to time, crackling sounds sounded around him, and ashes floated out of the faint lights that shone up.

These strange monsters from unknown origin are usually difficult to kill, and fill the entire Fusang ancient tree realm. If you are not careful, the legendary powerful might even catch a fuck, because if you don’t have the corresponding skills, you can’t detect the appearance of these monsters. They don’t know where they are hidden, and they can hide the legend’s senses, and their attacks are quite strange, as if they can pull the legend down from a high-level life state.

What exactly are they transformed?

Is it related to God Haotian or to Taiyi of Donghuang?

While flying, Sha Wujing's thoughts were inevitably ups and downs, thinking about the strangeness of the Fusang ancient tree realm. Fortunately, my mother gave the wandering son's lamp and directly brought the palm lamp into the real world. Otherwise, she would be unable to restrain those strange monsters and would inevitably be subject to interference and organization by other forces when she was taking steps.

However, when we approached the top of the tree, the light of the wanderer's lamp could not shine through and could only look at ourselves.

"But now I am not the monk Sha who is not at a high level during Journey to the West and is often powerless." Sha Wujing's indifferent gaze flashed with a glimmer, as if she wanted to prove something.

The escape light flew away, and the surroundings suddenly became dark, but it was not completely dark. The mulberry leaves and branches were bathed in the sun and flashed with fire, like a wilderness filled with torches at night.

Sha Wujing touched the white bone glass rosary hanging on her chest, and her heart reflected around her, slowed down, and took every step to guard against the arrival of those strange monsters.

After flying for a while, there was nothing wrong with peace and nothing strange, but the more this happens, Sha Wujing is more worried. If things are abnormal, they will become a demon!

After a while, Sha Wujing's eyes lit up and he had already seen the top of the ancient Fusang tree.

One of the leaves is a mountain filled with white flowers. Amidst the white flowers, there is a green tomb. There is a stone tablet standing beside the green tomb, with a line of text written on it, the current text.

Sha Wujing pronounced it word by word:

"Mr. Meng Qi's tomb!"

Boom!

The thunder sounded loudly below, and the ancient Fusang tree shook slightly, Shaoxuan, Xi'e and the envoy of the lamp collided violently.

Sha Wujing felt something and suddenly felt something. Looking at the side, she saw a figure standing quietly on the top of another ancient tree, wearing a mysterious yellow robe, with a flat crown on the head, and a crown hanging down to block the face. Her breath was vicissitudes and ancient.

He is looking at himself!

Between the same and the difference, the light of inspiration gradually emerged, and Meng Qi seemed to have grasped something and naturally activated the true spirit.

He intuitively relies on the experience and insight of martial arts, and on the knowledge of the earth. His experience and insights rely on various experiences, and they all turn into glass-like fragments and fly out of his body, but he does not leave himself, but hover around and has a brilliant star-like connection with himself.

At this time, he was like an umbrella that had been opened, his acquired gains were outside, his innate nature was inside, but he was not completely separated, and he still had a connection and formed a whole.

There is positive and negative. There is yin and yang. Acquired innate is inherently relative and not clearly distinguished. Innate will be contaminated by acquired, and acquired will also be affected by innate. Therefore, acquired contamination can slightly change the innate, and completely throw it away, but let it go for the sake of letting go, just like the Tai Chi diagram, yang is hidden in yin, and yin is obtained in yang, and it is strongly recorded as Tao.

The fragments form different thinking patterns, surround Mengqi, and connect the same lines through starlight, and the connections and self-contact places have slightly changed, forming a little difference.

The thinking pattern circles around. When there is no martial arts power, no earth knowledge, and when it becomes a mouse, Meng Qi maintains a trace of self-awareness. Looking at them, he sees different and identical self through them.

I can't see myself directly, but I can see one or two from the outside. Combining all kinds of things, Meng Qi seems to recognize himself more and more, and more and more memory fragments fly out, following and surrounding him, and the id becomes more and more clear and pure, and seems to have a slight resonance with the infinite heights.

The experience and knowledge corresponding to the state of mind and cultivation also flew out. What Meng Qi saw and thoughts were no longer different. Everything was dark and chaotic, and it was in its original state, but he was not unable to think, because different acquired experiences and knowledge were still connected, but he could not deceive himself.

It was deep and dark, and Meng Qi looked at it with his eyes, only to feel that there was no order of time, no ups and downs of voids, no beginnings of all things, and the result was the innate nature.

At this moment, he "feels" a Taoist sitting in the chaos, a Taoist who cannot be described in words.

"You are" Meng Qi's heart moved and blurted out.

The Taoist made a grand and distant voice, and the vicissitudes of ancient times filled the world:

"I am the first time." (To be continued.)
Chapter completed!