Seven hundred and fifty-one chapters, such as leaving the customs
"Senior brother! This is the Sea of Clouds Realm!" Yi Zheng said with a bit of pride.
Senior brother heard the pride in Yi Zheng's tone and was a little surprised. A smile appeared on his slightly pale face. After all, this meant that junior brother had lived a good life here in the past few years.
Along the way, I kept encountering people who stopped to salute Yi Zheng. Every time, Yi Zheng stopped and returned the salute seriously.
The senior brother could see that those people's respect for the junior brother came from the bottom of their hearts, which made him even more happy and gratified. Looking back on the past, the naughty and stubborn young man seemed to still be in front of him.
Since the death of his master, his junior brother has been almost brought up by him, but since his cultivation has been completely abolished, his junior brother is like a new person, working hard and hard. On the one hand, he is happy for his junior brother's transformation, but at the same time he feels guilty for himself
.And since his junior brother disappeared, this self-blame has engulfed his heart even more deeply.
He could only use meditation to soothe his mind every day. Although his cultivation was completely lost, the power of meditation became increasingly profound.
When his junior brother suddenly appeared in front of him, his Zen mind was instantly lost.
"I have taught them some aspects of meditation before, but their strength at that time was quite poor. I was working for Master Zong at that time. Although I was a little busy, I was still very happy. I remembered my senior brother, but I had little money at that time.
, Senior brother can’t even get together all the elixirs.”
Yi Zheng was full of nostalgia and regret. Although he had already prepared the elixir, it was of no use. He simply took his senior brother back to Mo Yunhai. To be honest, when he saw that his senior brother's ancient temple was so dilapidated that almost half of it collapsed.
At that time, the sadness and anger in his heart almost made him lose control on the spot.
The senior brother knew Yi Zheng very well. Seeing Yi Zheng's guilty face, his heart became clear and he changed the subject without leaving a trace: "Master Zong? Are you also practicing meditation?"
Speaking of Master Zong, Yi Zheng perked up: "Yes! Regardless of Master Yeluzi's background, there is no one in the Great Buddha Temple who can compare with him."
"Oh, so awesome?" Senior Brother said with a smile. He could see that Junior Brother sincerely respected this master.
"Yes, Master Zong has cultivated the power of vows. In the temple, there are not many people who have cultivated the power of vows." Yi Zheng glanced around and saw no one, so he lowered his voice and said: "It is the wish to abandon the Buddha and die."
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The senior brother was horrified and frightened. These four words, abandoning the Buddha and wishing to die, made him subconsciously hold his breath.
Although spiritual power has become divine power, and although times are changing, the wish to abandon the Buddha and die is still touching.
"Where is he now?" A glimmer of hope suddenly lit up in the senior brother's eyes. If he could get enlightenment from such a master, there might be some hope for his injuries.
Yi Zheng's mood was a little low: "Master Zong has been in seclusion since seven or eight years ago, and he hasn't come out yet."
"Retreat to death!" The senior brother's eyes suddenly widened, and his face finally changed. The two words "abandoning the Buddha's death wish" and "retreating to death" made him seem to see a fearless, persistent, and unyielding meditator who left no escape route for himself.
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"Yes, it would be great if Master Zong is released from seclusion. Master Zong will definitely have a way to deal with my brother's injury. But fortunately, Master Zong's Buddhist lamp has not been extinguished." Yi Zheng said with some regret and some luck.
As soon as he finished speaking, a bright light suddenly lit up in the sky.
Everyone in the sky stopped and looked into the distance in shock. The light was dazzling but there was no sound at all.
The distant and vast aura suddenly erupted!
The sea of clouds around Cloud Island suddenly raised cloud waves of tens of feet. The sea of clouds rolled and roared, like countless snow-white monsters roaring and roaring, spreading loudly in all directions.
"Not good!" Yi Zheng's face changed slightly. In the blink of an eye, the cloud waves came roaring like a mountain. The cloud waves dozens of feet high were like a crushing cloud wall, making people feel irresistible.
A flash of brilliance suddenly lit up on Yi Zheng's body.
I saw pale golden scales rising up like water waves, covering the whole body. At some point, the vajra was in his hand. The golden mask on his face had a faint smile, just like the Buddha.
Wonderful outfit!
The senior brother's pupils suddenly opened. Although he was in a closed place, he had still heard of the name of the divine armor.
I saw the Vajra in Yi Zheng's hand lightly tapping his feet, raising his left palm and shouting a Zen chant!
Faint golden light, like ripples, appeared under his feet, covering the two of them slowly and quickly. In the blink of an eye, a spherical golden shield was formed, and on the surface of the golden shield, countless scriptures wandered like tadpoles.
This is……
A turmoil arose in the heart of the senior brother. The power in his body was extremely weird. He couldn't name it, but one thing he was absolutely sure of was that it was definitely not from the Great Buddha Temple.
Suddenly, these two words were like lightning flashing across the sky, lighting up his mind.
——Divine power!
He didn't notice that other people in the air around him were actually wearing divine armor, because this terrifying wave of clouds had already rushed in front of him!
boom!
The two of them were instantly swallowed up by the high cloud waves.
The golden light shield trembled for a while, and the scriptures moved faster. Yi Zheng's eyes widened in anger, and he was obviously trying his best to resist.
The senior brother was in a fuzzy state. He suddenly remembered the scene when he protected his junior brother in the past. Now his junior brother is able to protect himself.
It was a short moment, but it seemed like a long time passed.
Yi Zheng's expression undoubtedly showed that he was fighting with all his strength. The senior brother quickly came to his senses and closed his eyes. He used to have profound cultivation and was one of the young geniuses of the Great Buddha Temple. Although his cultivation is now completely lost, he still works hard every day.
As time was spent in meditation, his feelings became more acute.
As soon as he sank into his mind, he was slightly shocked. His junior brother's current strength was actually one point better than his back then.
This surprised him extremely.
He knew his junior brother's talent very well, and it was definitely not the kind of gifted person. But back then, he was a leader in the temple. Even in the Great Buddha Temple today, there are not many young people who can reach his level.
Junior brother has grown to such a powerful point!
Strange and powerful power, suddenly, he was full of curiosity about Mo Yunhai.
The cloud waves came one after another, seemingly endless. They were like wooden boats swaying in the tsunami. They could not stabilize their bodies at all. With several waves of cloud waves in a row, Yi Zheng's body began to tremble, and fine beads of sweat began to form on Yi Zheng's body.
The forehead appears.
The senior brother looked solemn and chanted sutras softly.
His chanting voice was not loud, but among the roaring and roaring sound that filled his ears, the words were clear. The senior brother's chanting voice seemed to have a strange power to soothe people's hearts. Yi Zheng felt that his mind immediately calmed down, and his body
He stopped trembling, and wisps of strength suddenly emerged from deep within his body, and he was refreshed.
At this moment, a melodious voice suddenly sounded from the sky.
"Certainly!"
The roaring sound that had filled my ears just now suddenly disappeared.
"Disperse!"
The surrounding white sea of clouds melted and disappeared like ice and snow. In the blink of an eye, a figure with clasped hands appeared in the sky.
Behind him, a hundred-foot-tall bald Buddha also had his hands folded and looked solemn.
Seeing that familiar figure, Yi Zheng's body trembled, and a look of ecstasy appeared on his face uncontrollably: "Master Zong!"
The senior brother raised his face and stared blankly at the giant-like Buddha's true form in the sky behind Zongru, his mind going blank.
When his eyes met the eyes of the Buddha's true form, his body couldn't help but tremble.
The Buddha's eyes were actually gray!
When Zong Ru came out of seclusion, the sea of clouds shook!
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"It's been a long time since I've been back to the demon world. I really miss it." Cangze sighed with emotion. The childish look on his face was much less and he became much calmer.
Ming Juezi shook his head: "I think Yunhai Realm is better."
"I just miss it." Cang Ze laughed at himself: "Of course the Yunhai Realm is good. I heard that the demon clan is in chaos now, and the Elders Association is fighting fiercely. On the surface, everyone is polite, but down below it has long been chaos."
Nan Yue remained silent and listened to the conversation between the two. For a moment, her thoughts were flying. I wonder if my former friends from the Demonic Mansion are okay?
But soon, her thoughts were interrupted by the noise coming from behind.
"Let me tell you, don't stand in the way of this genius this time! It's not easy to go on a mission, hahaha, it's time for the light of my genius to illuminate your small figures!"
The orange-haired demon laughed heartlessly.
Awen frowned coldly and uttered two words: "Idiot!"
The black smoke demon took a few steps back and stayed away from the two of them.
"You loser, who are you calling an idiot?" The orange-haired demon glared at Awen, but then he smiled triumphantly: "I knew you were jealous. You lost to me last time. Hahaha, you are small and fragile.
My heart has suffered a devastating blow, I am so powerful!"
"You just tied it." Awen sneered: "If you don't believe me, just ask Lao Yan."
The orange-haired demon was stunned, turned around and asked the black smoke demon: "Old demon, did I just tie it?"
The black smoke demon gave a prepared answer: "Well, he won 622 times before, and you won 621 times."
The orange-haired demon suddenly screamed: "Ah ah ah! How can this not make sense! How can this not make sense! Come on, loser, let's have a fight now to see who is more powerful!"
"Come on, come on! Who's afraid of who?" Awen didn't flinch and glared angrily.
Nanyue has a black line on her head. How many times has this happened along the way?
She turned her head: "The boss said that if you fight on the road, you will be grounded for three months when you go back."
The two people's bodies froze.
The orange-haired demon muttered: "This time I gave you an advantage. If the boss hadn't protected you, I would have given you the 623rd defeat!"
Awen retorted: "If the boss hadn't protected you, I would have taken your life like a bag!"
The orange-haired demon was stunned: "Where did you learn this sentence? It sounds very powerful!"
Awen tried hard not to reveal his pride, but his tone still revealed it: "Lao Yan!"
The black smoke demon behind him suddenly sighed inwardly, and sure enough, before he could react, the orange-haired demon rushed in front of him like a gust of wind: "Old demon, old demon, please think of something more majestic than this..."
Suddenly, Nan Yue and his party stopped and looked at the group in front of them warily.
The leader was a young man who exuded a cold aura. He stood quietly.
"I've been waiting for you all. My name is You Qinlie."