Glancing at the corpses floating down the river, every corpse belonged to Tang Xuanming. This scene was enough to make people crazy, but Tang Xuanming just curled his lips slightly and said to himself: "There are still filming in the Buddhist holy land.
Special effects from a horror movie!”
After walking along Lingshan Mountain for a while, Tang Xuanming saw a magnificent stone gate. Even though the stone gate was in tatters, he could still imagine the scene of the glorious period.
The stone gate is in a special state. Even though it is in tatters, it still blocks out all sounds.
Tang Xuanming couldn't detect any abnormalities on the outside, but the body where his heart was located could vaguely detect the resentment rising to the sky, and the roaring sounds of various Buddhas and demons became increasingly clear.
Sun Wukong's voice: "In this life, I don't ask for the next life." It was deafening, as if it was ringing in my ears.
But when you look carefully, everything disappears. This broken stone door blocks the gaze of all observers and seals everything in Lingshan. No one can know what happened inside.
"Behind the door is the Great Leiyin Temple and the legendary Eight Treasures Merit Pool, where the White Dragon Horse transformed and truly became an immortal god and Bodhisattva. It's a pity..."
Tang Xuanming stepped through the stone gate in one step, and felt that his eyes suddenly darkened. Instead of the endless Buddha's light, there was Tao Tian's demonic and demonic energy.
The most sacred place in Buddhism is not sacred and pure at all, but terrifying and awe-inspiring.
There are dark and unpredictable cracks everywhere in the void. The fierce wind is like a giant dragon, roaring violently. It seems to have spirituality, condensed into giant dragons one after another, and like shackles one after another, surrounding Lingshan.
The center rotates, and in the center, there is not the most holy mountain in the legend, but an iron rod that reaches to the sky and the earth.
There are golden hoops on both ends of the iron rod, and countless tiny lightning bolts surround the iron rod that reaches the sky and the earth.
One green lotus after another bloomed and withered next to the iron rod. In the center of the lotus, there were real stars in the universe rotating, constantly being born and then destroyed.
Tang Xuanming just glanced at it and then looked away. He was still on location and had no way of bearing the massive rules and laws contained in it.
That was the most wild and fierce force in this world before Meng Qi appeared, and the most violent blow before Lingshan was destroyed.
The main body at the heart is constantly staring into the void, carefully observing the imprint left by the stick. The best theories are left behind by the most top magical books, and now the stick left by the Monkey King, the Monkey King, is the best.
A good demonstration, the best example, has benefited Tang Xuanming, who is at the core of his heart, a lot.
"This world doesn't just play with rules. It also has people who use force to break laws and bulldoze everything violently. Monkey King, the Monkey King, is truly worthy of his reputation."
The main body sighed softly.
And in the void, the imprint left eons ago is still echoing.
"I, Sun, will not cultivate the next life in this life."
That sound echoed continuously in the mountains, layer upon layer, and it has been like this for eternity.
Tang Xuanming even felt excited as he listened, as if he had seen the great emperor of this era.
But he quickly calmed down and chuckled.
"Invincible in both vertical and horizontal directions. If you don't cultivate the afterlife, you will never reach the other side. After all, you will be someone else's chess piece."
It was pitch black in front of me, without sunlight, and the overlapping darkness made people feel frightened.
And the dark cracks hidden in the darkness are even more frightening.
Unless you are a Dharmakaya-level character, even if you encounter such a crack at the peak of the outdoor scene, you will be swallowed up on the spot, and you will not know where to fall into the world.
The strong wind blowing out of the cracks even wiped out tiny sparks on Tang Xuanming's body, but Tang Xuanming didn't care. There were even people of the other side's level participating in the battle here back then. The aftermath of the battle was still extremely intense even after all eternity.
fear.
It was thanks to Ananda that he was able to move forward normally here.
The road is winding and winding, and even Tang Xuanming did not dare to be careless in a ruin like Lingshan.
After wandering for half an hour, I found nothing strange at all. There were no corpses, no treasure fragments, and no legendary Great Leiyin Temple.
call!
Tang Xuanming's eyes narrowed. As the mountain peaks roared, a black-faced man suddenly appeared in front of him. His thick demonic aura could suffocate the characters below the scene.
According to the level of human cultivation, he is a supreme being who has crossed the first ladder to heaven.
It's just that the black-faced man's eyes are empty, and there are many signs of decay on his body and face. There are also layers of green hair on his body. He has been dead for many years and has become a zombie that cannot enter the six realms of reincarnation.
"Ten thousand years old Zongzi!"
After finding out the situation, Tang Xuanming calmed down.
The black-faced man stood blankly in front of him, motionless, but he was already blocked on the main road going up the mountain. If you want to go up the mountain, you must pass him.
"If you want to see Buddha and Bodhisattvas, it would be good to practice your skills with two monsters first."
Tang Xuanming stepped forward slowly, not dodging or dodging. When he got within ten feet of the black-faced man, the eyes of the black-faced man, who had originally been empty-eyed, suddenly turned blood red, and the evil aura billowed out, forming thick dark clouds.
, ordinary people who enter the outside world for the first time would be frightened when faced with this terrifying power.
The futon-like palm stretched out and was about to slap Tang Xuanming's head away like a watermelon.
Under its induction, the person in front of him is full of vitality and blood, but his strength is low. It is an excellent tonic.
"The clown!"
The long knife on Tang Xuanming's waist automatically unsheathed and jumped into his hand.
The aura that was originally unfathomable, like an ancient well, suddenly erupted.
With half-step Dharmakaya-level power soaring to the sky, the Dharmakaya and the physical body initially merged, coating his physical body with a layer of golden light, like a Buddha.
The next moment, he will send the black-faced man in front of him into reincarnation.
But at this moment, a sudden change occurred.
The big futon-like palm of the black-faced man suddenly stopped, and the blood-red light in his pupils changed and became hollow again, as if he had suddenly lost all his mind.
Tang Xuanming was stunned for a moment and didn't understand why such a change happened.
The empty eyes in the eyes of the black-faced man in front of him turned, and he quickly glanced at the long knife in Tang Xuanming's hand. The originally raised big futon-like hand slowly retracted, and under Tang Xuanming's doubtful gaze,
During the process, he pressed on the chest covered with green corpse hair.
It seems to be saying, I just want to scratch an itch and don't want to fight.
Snap!
After thousands of years, the body that had gradually decayed could not bear the strength of his right hand, and suddenly a large piece of flesh and blood fell off, revealing his empty chest.
The scene suddenly froze, and the black-faced man seemed to freeze.
Then, in Tang Xuanming's doubtful eyes, like a rusty robot, it slid aside little by little and got out of the way of the main road.
Seeing that Tang Xuanming was still where he was, the eyes of this spineless monster zombie suddenly froze and lost all its light. His head tilted and his body fell straight to the ground.
His behavior made Tang Xuanming a little more interested, so he didn't leave in a hurry and approached the zombie little by little. He could feel that as he walked in, the zombie's aura became more and more tense, but it remained motionless.
, lying on the ground and pretending to be dead.
Tang Xuanming had some bad taste, tilted his head and looked at the zombie who was pretending to be dead, and then suddenly squatted down. The black-faced man's breath suddenly became extremely tense, and the fingers of his right hand twitched, and then stopped completely for the next moment.
Because Tang Xuanming's knife was already placed on its neck.