The fog dissipated, and Heng Chao fell from the altar. With his last glimpse before losing consciousness, he caught a glimpse of the tall figure who disappeared with the fog, and his single golden eye shone brightly.
That cold laughter still echoed in his ears, this was not an illusion!
"Heng Chao!" Tian Hao rushed forward and caught the young man.
Looking down, Heng Chao had passed out and blood was oozing out from the previous wound, which instantly dyed the grass red.
Tian Hao looked a little anxious. He lowered his huge wings and collected the surrounding spirits to converge on Heng Chao. Unfortunately, he did not have any magical powers in healing and could only use the gathered spirits to slowly make up for Heng Chao's losses. This
The head wing tiger looked at the other side of the altar, the only ginkgo tree rooted next to the golden ancient tree among the lake islands.
"No problem." A voice came, and then a ginkgo leaf floated in the wind to the injured place of Heng Chao, and the blood miraculously stopped.
The figure shrouded in a golden corona sat sideways on his head, twisting a leaf in his hand.
"To treat the symptoms but not the root cause, he must either eliminate the Dao marks in his body by himself, or the creature that left the Dao marks will die. Otherwise, if he continues to mobilize a large amount of spiritual power like today, the outcome will be the same." She said, her voice a little louder.
Showing majesty. But immediately, hearing a startled cry, Tian Hao lowered his head and was equally surprised to find that the wound was being completely healed. The deep void wound was growing granulation under the nourishment of ginkgo leaves.
The figure under the golden sun took a breath of cold air and raised his fingers to count.
After a long time, she showed a ghostly expression.
This living true Buddha, Shizang Bodhi Chu Xinger, never restrains her expression, and has no sense of majesty and solemnity as a true Buddha. Because she feels that her background can make up for this shortcoming.
Under the golden corona, the world can only see her true Buddha body, and cannot see the expression on her face clearly. Her whole body is shrouded in the Buddha's light. Even if she makes faces at others, others will only think that it is the true Buddha who lowers his eyebrows.
If you cast your gaze on him, there will be a sense of salvation-like peace in that gaze.
"Bodhi Buddha, what's wrong?" Nowadays, Tian Hao can't connect the majestic figure under the Buddha's light with the girl who blew her nose with Taihang Jun's sleeve. He just calls his Buddha's name with respect. He once thought that this might be
It is the sudden enlightenment of the true Buddha, who is transformed in one day. But everyone knows that from the very beginning, the girl blowing her nose is the living Buddha.
Myolie Chu's ghostly expression still remained on her face. She turned her head stiffly and looked at the huge winged tiger.
Yihu was immediately in awe, and the sight that came down was solemn and majestic. Even though his body was much taller than the ginkgo tree where the true Buddha was sitting, he could only feel that he was being looked down upon when he was being stared at.
The faint sound of thousands of creatures chanting sutras could be heard.
"The power of the Void Divine Dao has dissipated, and the Lord of the Yellow River no longer has any worries." Chu Xing'er imitated Nan Zhu's tone before and said politely.
When Tian Hao heard this, the admiration in his eyes almost turned into reality.
Several newly succeeded kings around also looked at Myolie Chu with respect.
"May I ask Bodhi Buddha, what happened before? It is true that the light is the magical power of Hetu Luoshu, but that level of spiritual power is definitely not the work of the Lord of the Yellow River." Tianhao asked respectfully.
Myolie Chu looked at the altar. The fog had dissipated, but her eyes still stayed on the altar. The location where it fell was the center where the mysterious fog began to spread.
She said nothing and kept her face closed.
To be honest, she doesn't know.
She knows the nature of this mist. Isn't it just the mist of time, transformed by the law of time?
But the problem also arises precisely here.
Is there a second creature in Kyushu that masters the law of the universe? Nanzhu is back, but he was busy fighting and killing far away in the vast sea, and he was killed by that greasy fat man. How could he appear here?
Myolie Chu rubbed her chin.
Tianhao, on the other hand, bowed and said, "I am being reckless and should not ask about this matter that embarrasses Bodhi Buddha."
Several kings saluted to Myolie Chu again.
Myolie Chu was deep in thought, motionless. The scene just now reminded her of something, a secret about Zhoufa.
This primitive ritual involving time has attracted something, whether it is a blessing or a curse, you cannot tell. That guy Nanzhu ran into the universe again, and now he has been cut down by the unshakable. Is it possible...
Was it really attracted by the ghosts in the darkness of the years? Thinking of this, Myolie Chu was horrified.
The thought that the ghost just appeared in Taihang made Chu Xing'er even more uneasy. She was hesitating whether to uproot and run away overnight, and follow the Kunlun priest into Kunlun with the Yellow River dragon people to escape for their lives.
When Myolie Chu was hesitating whether to uproot her family and run away, Heng Chao woke up.
He sat up suddenly and touched the wound on his chest, his face full of disbelief.
"Recovered?"
Myolie Chu, who was hesitating, also stopped hesitating at this moment.
She looked outside Taihang and frowned.
"I can't leave now even if I want to."
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The number of pale filth is so great that it forms a wave that floods the earth. They roar, burying the colors between heaven and earth.
Looking over, all I can see is white, symbolizing fall and death.
To the south of Taihang, there is Dao Quan Yun Valley.
To the north of Taihang, fish are caught in the Jing River.
The burly man with bare breasts held a cloud fan in his hand. The pattern was simpler and plainer than the one held by the incarnation that once arrived in Kyushu. It looked no different from ordinary people's fans. He shook the cloud fan and fanned the wind.
, he stood on top of a giant beast, with a pale landscape behind him.
A ray of light came from a distance and fell into the man's hand. The light dissipated and a peach core lay in his hand. The seal text appeared and instantly poured into Dao Quan Yungu's mind.
"Kunlun was unwilling to give up Taihang, so I let them go. Hundreds of thousands of mountains and snowy areas came out, and they actually stopped me. If Taihang is difficult to conquer, just wait for me for three days."
"It seems they are going to fight to the death." Daoquan Yungu held the peach core, "This is a fairy peach. You can find good food wherever you go."
In the sky, the branches and leaves of ancient golden trees were inlaid in the sky, war drums were beating, and thunderous noises resounded throughout the fields.
The spirits of Taihang stand on the treetops, like divine soldiers.
All the Eight Kings of Taihang appear here, with their crowns woven with branches and leaves, symbolizing that they have received the power of the dragon's veins.
Red silk ribbons fluttered on the ancient trees, and jade plaques jingled softly.
The next moment, all the spirits of Taihang and the filthy things rushed together, their spiritual power roared wildly, and their blood flowed like a sea.
North of Taihang, the Milky Way is twinkling with stars. A fisherman wearing a bamboo hat is sitting on the bow of a wooden boat, holding a wine flask in his hand.
The filth rushed into the Taihang Mountains along with his Milky Way, and the barriers of the golden ancient trees could not stop them at all.
"Buzz——"
Under the bamboo hat, the old man drooped his eyelids, and his eyes were as blue as the sea.
He raised his head slightly and looked in front of Tianhe.
The Tianhe, which had never stopped, was cut off and was blocked by a sword light like the morning sun. All the filth hidden in the Tianhe was wiped away, and the remaining sword energy even reached the old man's eyes.
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