Listening to Lingxu's words, Jun Qingcheng was stunned for a moment. Then she was furious and struck Lingxu with a sword, "Who wants to care about you? You have no hair, and you don't know the heart of a good person!"
Lingxu stared.
Women are indeed tigers. They are fine one moment, but they draw swords the next!
Lingxu ran away.
…
However.
Not long after, several powerful auras appeared behind the two of them.
There is no doubt that it is the three Qingfengzi people.
Lingxu just turned around to look, and the three people had already appeared in front of him.
Heisha Tianjun took the lead to catch Lingxu, but Qingfengzi knocked away Lingxu's hand with a fly whisk.
Jun Yegui, who was wearing armor, was very rough. He directly pushed his knee and knocked Lingxu away...
The collision with the Holy Emperor realm was a journey of hundreds of miles, and Lin Huang was about to be knocked into the territory of the Xingtian Temple.
And Qingfengzi and Heisha Tianjun also saw Jun Yegui's thoughts, and took action towards Jun Yegui at the same time!
Ahem.
On the desolate land, Lingxu climbed up with difficulty, vomiting blood.
Then, he fled away without any hesitation.
Not long after...
The three men caught up with them again.
Lingxu smiled helplessly.
Never would I have thought that after leaving the Buddhist Kingdom of the West, instead of saving all sentient beings, I would become a clay Bodhisattva and cross the river with no way to save myself.
Although it is impossible for the three ancient tribes to kill him in any case, no matter whether he enters the Xingtian Temple under the Xuantian God Clan, or goes to the Jiutian Taiqing Palace or the Panyao Temple, nothing will happen to him.
result.
And the only thing he can do now...
Just keep running for your life!
Lingxu raised his head to look at the sky, then shook his head and headed northwest towards the Xingtian Temple.
And the people of the three ancient tribes are also fighting constantly. No one wants Lingxu to fall into the hands of others! Therefore, they have been unable to completely catch Lingxu, but they will not let Lingxu escape.
…
It was originally a situation where the Holy Emperor was chasing a young martial sage monk.
But three days later, Lingxu was still able to escape freely.
It's like a miracle.
Until the end, the little monk Lingxu seemed to be tired and didn't want to run away.
He appeared in front of an endless sea, looking at the turbulent and boundless sea water, with a sigh on his face, "The sea of suffering is boundless, and there is a shore when you turn around! I don't know what is at the end of this vast sea?"
Behind Lingxu, Qingfengzi and others pursued him again.
They looked at Lingxu and the vast sea behind Lingxu, frowning slightly.
Then, the three of them looked at each other.
Then they nodded to each other.
It seems that at this moment, when they faced the vast sea, they reached an agreement!
"Are you guys trying to stop the young monk?"
This was the first time that Lingxu seemed to be talking to several people on an equal footing.
However, the three people obviously did not put Lingxu on the same level as them. They just looked at Lingxu silently and said something that was not salty, "Follow me and leave, you can still survive. Come in."
In that vast sea, you can only die without a burial place!"
Lingxu looked at everyone and smiled slightly, "Little monk is willing!"
After saying that, Lingxu actually retreated and headed towards Haohai.
"Under the Holy Emperor, you can't die even if you want!"
Lord Heisha sneered, and when he raised his arms, the entire space was about to be imprisoned by him.
"The donors may have underestimated the poor monk... Amitabha!"
The young monk Lingxu had a smile on his face, but as he finished speaking, a mighty thunder sounded throughout the world.
In an instant, a torrential golden light fell from the sky.
The majestic pressure suppresses mountains and rivers thousands of miles away.
At this moment, the expressions of the three holy emperors changed drastically.
They looked up and saw a huge ancient temple above their heads. It was covered with golden light, like the sun in the sky. The thunderous sound of the sky was intertwined with the ancient voice of the true Buddha, so that even though they had the power to move mountains and seas, they were still in the midst of the great thunder sound.
Under the suppression of the temple, it was difficult to move even an inch.
"Little monk bid farewell!"
Lingxu smiled slightly and turned around to step into the vast sea.
"Amitabha, please be patient!"
At this moment, a Buddha's voice sounded again in the void. When the Buddha's voice sounded, a huge Buddha's palm came from the clouds and headed towards Lingxu.
That Buddha's palm wants to prevent Lingxu from entering the vast sea behind him!
Looking at the sudden Buddha palm, Lingxu seemed to have expected it. He smiled and said softly: "Suppress!"
The moment the words fell, the Great Thunder Sound Temple shook, and dozens of golden divine chains flew out, bounding towards the huge Buddha palm...
The next moment!
The spiritual void swept into the vast sea.
…
…
Dark night.
There is no light at all.
The cold air was like a knife, cutting Lingxu's body inch by inch.
"Ahem..."
In the dead silence of the night, coughs gradually sounded.
Lingxu woke up from a coma.
The moment he swept into the vast sea, he seemed to have fallen into an endless abyss.
He sank into the abyss for a long time.
Until he passed out unconsciously.
On the cracked earth filled with the smell of blood, Lingxu climbed up with a cough. If he hadn't been blessed with an immortal body, he might have died at this moment.
The vast sea he swept into was not a vast sea!
But a fantasy!
And now, he fell into the world after the illusion...
cough.
Ahem.
In the night, Lingxu kept coughing, and the cold breath that hit his face poured into his mouth and nose, making it difficult for him to breathe.
He stood up with difficulty, turned his head and looked around.
The next moment.
Lingxu's eyes widened and it was difficult to breathe!
He was shocked by what he saw.
on top of his head.
There is no sun.
There is no moonlight either.
It seems that this lonely land cannot be illuminated by the sun and can only remain in darkness forever.
And all around him was the cracked black earth.
The ground is covered with cracks.
Lingxu possessed himself and touched the cracks in the earth with his hands, and found that the cracks were filled with dried blood...
Looking around, there are countless decaying corpses on the ground.
There are also broken and rusty armors and spears!
Among those corpses, there were not only strong men who died in battle.
There are also women.
Monster.
Women and children.
Child!
…
And at the farther end of the earth, there are endless ancient magic mountains.
The Magic Mountain is majestic.
Towering into the clouds.
It is like a sharp sword that rushes into the sky, and like a tomb that suppresses eternity.
Many of those magic mountains are flowing with blood-colored volcanic lava. The fusion of blood and black makes the world where Lingxu lives become more ferocious and penetrating.
Because he saw clearly...
Some of those endless dark mountains are not mountains.
But the corpses of strong men who died in battle.
There are also corpses of monsters.
They connected the dots and formed a line, as if they had used their own flesh and blood to form a line of defense, but in the end they inevitably died in the battle and their bones were never returned.
"Ahem..."
Lingxu looked at the scenes around him, his face was pale, and his heart was like a knife. This was a Shura hell, a human purgatory full of war and death, with mountains of bones and rivers of blood, all living beings were killed, and the heaven and earth wept with blood!
"this……"
Lingxu beat his chest with his hands, allowing himself to speak out from his heart that was overwhelmed by grief, "Is this the...Lang Juxu Divine Realm three thousand years ago?"