Although Guang Hui's voice was soft, it rang loudly in Monk Miaoyan's heart.
This time, it is no longer a small pool gently rolling into a deep pool.
More like, the dragon emerges from the abyss!
The divine light of the Buddha is lingering in the entire body, seemingly shining through the three realms and shining brightly on hundreds of millions of sentient beings.
The heaven and earth roared and shook together, making the sound of thunder. Where Guanghui stood, it was as if there was a perfect and unsullied majestic sun about to rise.
And he stands at the center of the sun.
"Do you really want to kill me?" Miao Yan sighed.
"Miaoyan, if I let you live, more people will bleed in this world."
Guanghui is like the Buddha sitting on the top of Mount Sumeru. Beside him are countless virtual phenomena such as lightning and thunder, the rising and setting of the sun, the wind, rain, cold and heat, rivers, lakes and seas, etc.
The void is like a cracked mirror, with deep cracks extending hundreds of feet in length.
Suddenly, the earth shook.
The Huang family villagers stared anxiously in the direction of the sun. Led by one person, they scrambled to kowtow to where Guang Hui was.
"You and I are going to do it here." Miao Yan smiled calmly: "A lot of people will die."
"Of course not here."
Guang Hui's voice was like thunder, and his body seemed to contain rounds of bloody sun, steaming upwards, as if it was breaking through the sky.
He gently raised his hand and struck Miaoyan in the posture of a Buddha holding a flower.
In the Zen chanting of the Buddha's voice, there is almost a sense of intertwining Dharma and principles, and a sense of chaos and transformation.
"It's really... troublesome."
Miao Yan sighed softly. At the last moment, his original eyes were suddenly replaced by a coquettish golden color.
From the center of Miao Yan's eyebrows, a vertical pupil suddenly appeared.
Three bright golden pupils stared at Guang Hui, who was very close at hand. Something warm and moist like water spread from the golden pupils.
They seem to contain endless darkness and countless things, in which life and death, withering and prosperity, appear to be chaotic, sporadic and vague, but they run through the beginning of all creation, which cannot be explained or explained.
Shura Eye
Zhou Guang!
Everything slowed down, and finally became stagnant, frozen in an instant. The color of the world suddenly turned from vivid to dim, turning into ashes.
The flying bird flying over the sky stretched its wings, its eyes were frozen and unblinking. The water droplets splashed but stopped falling. The group of kowtowing villagers kept their bows, and the expressions on their faces were frozen.
The moment of uneasiness and fear intertwined, never dissipated.
In this gray world, the only thing alive is Miaoyan.
"Old friend." He smiled at the stiff Guang Hui: "You don't know, I have actually wanted to kill you for a long time."
Miao Yan lightly slapped a palm and placed it on Guang Hui's head with an irresistible gesture.
wrong!
The moment the figure disappeared, Miao Yan suddenly turned back.
It’s a virtual body!
"The Asura King's Contemplation Method"? A voice slowly came from far away: "Is this the Asura Eye? It's really a good pupil technique."
"How could you act as if nothing happened?" The expression on Miao Yan's face changed for the first time.
"It's too slow, Miaoyan. When you circulated the universal light, I had already avoided it." Guanghui's voice paused: "It really surprises me. When did you actually practice this method of contemplation?"
Before the expression on Monk Miaoyan's face could change, the scenery of the surrounding world suddenly changed.
The sea fog dispersed, water waves covered the sky, huge waves rolled, and heavy waves piled high.
Waves the size of small hills hit one after another, making the water beneath our feet undulate.
The view is boundless blue, and the moist smell of sea water comes from the tip of your nose.
Miao Yan's heart sank, and her face suddenly darkened.
"This is the South China Sea?" He spoke word by word with a gloomy look on his face: "Are you crazy? Under my resistance, you still dare to use your magic foot power to force me to the South China Sea?"
"Now you..." He stared at Guang Hui and said coldly: "With such a loss, will you die in my hands?"
Next to Guang Hui, there were two people standing.
One has a slightly red face and a somewhat unstable aura. It is obvious that he has broken through the realm not long ago and has not been able to fully control his own energy.
The other one is a man in a long gown wearing a sapphire mask and standing with his hands behind his back.
The mask on the face of the man in the long robe is quite strange. Even Miao Yan, with his immortal cultivation level, could not see through the true face of the man in the long robe.
"Two Mingzang." He sneered and said, "Do you think you can kill me with two more Mingzang?"
"Wu Huai broke through the border not long ago, I just asked him to come and see the excitement."
Guang Hui silently recited the Buddha's name and spoke to Miao Yan calmly.
The red-faced monk's face seemed to be even redder. He lowered his head and took a few steps back.
"The one who wants to kill you is not me, but this senior." Guang Hui took a step back and bowed respectfully to the man in a long gown wearing a sapphire mask beside him:
"This senior is not a five-level life treasurer."
"Senior?" Miao Yan's heart trembled. He stared at the figure in a long gown standing with his hands behind his back, frowned and said, "Who are you?"
"The Lord of the South China Sea Kingdom."
A low voice came from under the sapphire. His words were clear and his voice was low but not muddy, with a hint of hoarseness.
"The leader of Nanhai Kingdom?"
When Miao Yan was frightened, another young figure stepped on the clouds from the high sky.
"Mao Xingzi!"
When he saw the young man's face, Miao Yan was shocked. He looked around, and sure enough, ancient talismans gradually appeared in the void, formation flags were fluttering, and among the dense formations, there were celestial dragons and divine elephants.
White jade palace and lotus intertwined.
An extremely ancient formation suddenly activated, and Miao Yan was suddenly trapped in the center of the formation.
"Xiao Dao'er." Miao Yan's eyes flashed with lightning, and hundreds of miles of seawater vaporized under his eyes, steaming into a massive amount of white mist.
The formation shook, but it was still not broken by the gaze.
"I have been hiding from the world for nearly a thousand years. Things in the world today are really unpredictable."
The man in the sapphire mask sighed, moved his body slightly, and then moved into the formation.
"First there were weird celestial phenomena like purple mist, and then there were people like you."
As soon as the man stretched out one arm, infinite aura of light and infinite heavy force emerged from the void, submerging Miao Yan's figure below.
boom!!!
In an instant, the entire sea surface began to boil, like a boiling hot soup.
The stars in the sky seemed to dim for a moment, and they seemed to be shaken by a huge force and were about to fall into the sea.
Amidst the loud noise, Miao Yan coughed up blood, his arms and clothes were shattered, and he rushed out hundreds of miles away.
In just a moment, he was injured by the man in the sapphire mask.
"Who are you? Who are you?!"
Miao Yan was shocked and shouted: "Master? Or Mr. Xuanwen?!"
This kind of power is definitely not something that human beings and immortals can have!
"I am a human immortal." As if he could see through Miao Yan's thoughts, the man in the sapphire mask said with a smile, "But in the realm of human immortality, I am invincible!"
There were another series of big collisions, as if the world was about to turn over, and boundless waves violently opened up, and were blocked by the formation one after another.
The white mist dispersed, and a huge amount of seawater was vaporized, covering the sky and the earth.
After a dragon roar, Miao Yan's long and angry roar finally stopped abruptly.
"Is it you?"
With his body torn apart, he took a breath, his eyes full of horror.
Just a moment ago, with his final blow, Miao Yan finally saw the true face under the sapphire mask.
"king……"
He failed to call out that name, and the man in the sapphire mask waved his hand gently, completely killing Miao Yan's life.
"The world is about to be in trouble. The fewer people like you, the better."
The man in the sapphire mask sighed and said softly.
At the place where Miaoyan died, a black sludge-like substance was emerging from the inhuman body.
It exuded an endless cold and eerie smell, and several tentacles with eyeballs emerged from the black mud, crawling slowly, as if trying to escape from this place.
But before the black mud could take a few steps, it collapsed into a handful of ashes, never to be seen again.
"That's..." Wuhuai looked at that scene and said in shock,
"Miao Yan once had a glimpse of the end of the purple mist, where he saw something he shouldn't have seen." Guang Hui looked neither sad nor happy: "This kind of evil magic, it seems that he is not dead yet."
"Not dead?" Mao Xingzi frowned on the side.
"It is true that he is not dead." came a voice.
The man wearing a sapphire mask said: "His real body is far away in Beiwei, and he died because of his divided soul."
"But from his memory, I did see some interesting things." The man wearing the sapphire mask said: "Master Shenzu, could you please send me to Qingli Palace."
"Qingli Palace?"
"Those demon cultivators, that old dragon." He smiled softly: "They are unwilling to be lonely again."
