Within a few breaths, the sky and the earth were inseparable, and all I could see was the dim rain curtain, and the bright and dazzling burning trees.
The emperor bowed down and his body stiffened, but he did not see the Master coming.
All you can hear is the laughter of the spirit in the violent rainstorm.
Some kind of force pressed on them and knocked the two emperors from high altitude to the ground. Because of the heavy rain, the land was full of mud. The emperors knelt down in the mud, with their usually aloof faces pressed against the mud.
The mountains seemed to be awakened by the heavy rain, and the rain that blurred everything in the world blocked the crack. The supreme will in the crack could not smoothly descend on the three-inch statue, and the bodies of the two emperors kneeling in the muddy ground were no longer stiff.
Yes, trembling.
The sky and the earth are dim, but the trees are always burning.
The golden flame burning in the tree lit up the entrenched dragon-shaped figure. He relaxed and closed his scales, enjoying the heavy rain and playing a beat that symbolized death.
Dozens of arms reaching to the sky hold up the ancient tree. The tree is burning, and a dragon-shaped creature is entrenched with its head raised. Under the rain curtain, it looks at the human figure standing on the boat in the crack. Both are silent, only the gathering storm.
Howl.
This scene is like an oil painting.
The ancient demons prostrated themselves on the ground, their heads hitting the ground heavily.
They originally watched the fight between the dragon and the Rakshasa with the idea of benefiting the fishermen, but this was not a fight, but a one-sided slaughter! When they realized that they could no longer let the dragon go, the pale and fierce tiger killed them with the emperor's sword and scattered them.
The most powerful and supreme energy in the human world is a highly poisonous thing that will kill you if you touch it.
Even an ancient demon would not feel comfortable carrying this kind of aura.
The pale and fierce tiger kept suppressing them until the evil tree was uprooted, and under the golden flames, the return of Taihang Zhengshen was announced!
The breath of the mountains stretches out, like waking up from a dream.
The demons had their backs broken by some incredible force, lowered their heads, and knelt down in front of the one on the tree. The same was true for the fierce tiger holding the sword. She stood on a hilltop, facing the red dragon with its head raised and its arrows straight.
Bow down.
Under the rain curtain, the figure on the boat finally spoke.
His tone was very calm, as if he was not here to fight but to see an old friend.
"Jade Hairpin Shunde."
"I haven't seen this jade hand in thousands of years. How is she doing?" The figure didn't seem to wonder why the living beings had the magical powers of the ancestors of Kyushu. He just asked simply, as if he was asking you.
Did you have a good dinner?
"Not much." Chijiao replied.
"The Dharmakaya is shattered, and the true bone statue is missing."
Their conversation was unconcealed and could be clearly heard by all living creatures nearby.
Some creatures had only a partial understanding of what they were talking about. But some creatures were so frightened that their breathing almost stopped, and the blood in their bodies had no warmth.
The demons and the two emperors' brains shut down for a moment after these words, and countless random thoughts were chaotic and wanton in their minds.
What does it mean to have a shattered Dharma body, and there is still one missing true bone statue?
Yuchai Shunde is the unshakable one among the ancestors. Only those same monsters in the same realm can rival him. That is the ancestor of the Nine Images! Listening to the dragon's tone, it is as if he is the one who sent Yuchai Shunde to Master Yuchai Shunde.
Forced into such a situation. But when he was in Kyushu, Yuchai Shunde could even compete with a saint. How could he be shattered by a Yang Shen realm red dragon?
"What an impulse." The figure standing in the boat shook his head.
"But Yuchai Shunde wants to kill you now that her Dharma body has been shattered. Naturally, she has her reasons, and it also proves that you have this value. You are still entrenched in the hard work I planted and look at me. Aren't you afraid that I will do it to you again?
?" The figure chuckled.
"Maybe I can be more cautious than her and ensure that you have no way of surviving under the Dharmakaya."
"Do you dare to bet?" asked the dragon entrenched in the ancient tree.
"Bet I die, or you will be crushed to death by Taihang first."
If a creature of the True First Realm wants to cross the boundary at this time, losing its Dharma Body is already the lowest price.
Just like the Jade Hairpin on the Yellow River, Shunde only hit the Dharma Body with one blow and the Dharma Body collapsed. It can only be recast without the possibility of repair. But this is the Taihang Mountains, his hometown. The creatures of the True First Realm want to cross the border here,
I'm afraid that those who didn't have time to strike that blow would be wiped out by the rules of this world first.
"It's quite interesting." The figure said, "But you can't confine this consciousness for long. After all, it's just a few rays of soul that descended to the bone statue."
"The worship of bone statues has been in this world for some time, which is enough to reveal part of my method."
"It seems that it is not unacceptable to me to lose a bone statue and a few strands of soul in exchange for your death. Don't you think that the broken bone statue of Shinichi can be compared with a complete ancestor?"
After the figure finished speaking, the heavy rain fell.
The torrential rain covered up the cracks, and boats and illusory rivers were no longer visible in the sky.
Across the barrier of the real world, the figure lay back in the boat. The river had already stopped flowing. He was waiting for the day when the confinement would end, that is when he would arrive. Suddenly, he remembered that he seemed to have forgotten something, and thought for a moment, oh, maybe
I forgot about those fearful disciples.
That's all, the disciples who can't handle this matter should be sacrificed.
Let the Jiaolong Da Da Da Ya Festival not be the care and encouragement he gave to the younger generation as a senior.
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The figures disappeared, and the two emperors and the creeping monsters in the mountains trembled.
No matter what happens next, there is only death for them now.
No matter what means were used, being able to compete with Master Yuchai Shunde was enough to leave an indelible shadow in the hearts of these ancient monks.
The red copper bone surface hangs from the burning ancient tree, and the evil spirits of the Rakshasa have not yet been burned away.
This is a long process.
That unknown ancestor was a creature on the same level as Yuchai Shunde. Even if the Taihang Mountains blocked his way to the destination, he still swore to return. Li Xi'an's heart was not heavy, and he returned to Taihang like a dragon.
Jianghai, in this land, he is not afraid of any living beings, especially the ancient monks who cross the border.
But first, Li Xi'an needs to clean up the nest he hasn't seen for a long time.
There is no gray in my eyes.
The red dragon shadow wandered away from the ancient tree. The rhythm of ancient nature emerged in the winding and huge body, piercing the thick clouds and reaching the high sky.
The oppressive atmosphere disappeared. The heavy rain, the demons, and the dark sky were all invisible because the sea of clouds was beneath him.
The sun illuminates the young man's face.
The red maple leaves spread out, and a human figure clad in gold-patterned black clothes sat casually on the fingertips of a white jade palm. His golden eyes looked down at the two kneeling emperors on the ground, as well as the countless demons in the mountains.
So many were killed that day and there were such numbers...
Tsk.
It's not that it's troublesome, but that my disgust towards these monsters and monsters has deepened.
He closed his eyes and his breathing rhythm became one with the mountains.
The clouds spread until they covered the entire Taihang Mountains!
This is Taihang’s recovery, not the past!
Li Xi'an's spirit passed quickly, and the mountains endlessly replenished it, and eventually formed a sea of spiritual energy directly on the clouds.