In the Eight Treasures Merit Pool, the glazed water is pure and flawless, like warm Suli warm jade.
The water ripples, creating ripples, revealing the massive pearls of merit at the bottom.
The golden light of Qingyun circulates brilliantly, and several transparent pearls surround it, slowly rotating according to the trajectory of the stars.
The ancient murmur sounded, and in the mist, the spiritual clouds scattered into the sea and steamed up.
In the deepest part, Manjusri sat naked cross-legged with his eyes closed.
His resolute face was weathered and reflected in the water, adding a lot of solemnity to the square pond.
The pure and flawless pool water, the swaying golden lamps, and the dazzling pearls everywhere seem to have become a foil.
The stars are full of vitality, like spring thunder, gathering around Manjusri and turning into fireflies, scrambling to get into the seven orifices, subtly tempering the body.
Qingshi frowned, looked at the figure in the water, and sighed slightly worriedly.
He was silent for a long time, turned around, and gave instructions to several busy monks.
"My order is for Manjushri Bodhisattva to practice in seclusion. The Eight Treasures Merit Pool is temporarily closed. Pilgrims, prayers, Taoists, and tourists are not allowed to enter. Reincarnations will be postponed until two months later."
"Yes!"
……
Looking south to Buzhou.
Endless goose-feather snow falls all over the mountains.
The snowflakes are not pure white, but have some black spots on the edges and corners, as if the ink has been knocked over and swayed randomly.
This is a unique ice channel resource in Piaoxue Mountain, Mo Shoucao.
These spiritual plants can temper ice stones, improve their foundation, and feed cold fish to promote spawning. They are in hot demand in Nanzhan continent.
As a result, Piaoxueshan monopolized the market, made a fortune, and its reputation and strength increased, firmly sitting in the sixth place in Nanzhan.
In the never-ending wind and snow, there is a dilapidated thatched cottage standing proudly.
At this time, through the gap in the window, a pair of eyes were looking into the distance, full of worry.
"Alas, here we are after all..." The owner of the eyes, wearing a begonia-mat willow fairy dress, a jade-blue water sash around his waist, a green boy with white eyebrows, calm and confident, is holding a wine cup and shaking it slightly.
This person is none other than the master of Piaoxue Mountain—Liu Jarzi!
He is the legitimate son of Patriarch Wanhu. When he was born, he attracted the alien beast Caiqiao to voluntarily surrender. With the acquired spiritual root - Qingluo, which was rewarded by his mother's clan, he became the most wealthy Taiyi Golden Immortal in Nanzhan Buzhou.<
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Liu Tanzi has a bold nature and is good at making friends. He founded Piaoxue Mountain 80,000 years ago and became a holy land for the devil's geniuses.
However, Liu Jarzi looks extremely helpless today.
Outside Piaoxue Mountain, the golden light sword energy is more than a hundred feet long, and thousands of them are rushing towards it.
The sword energy was sharp and sharp, sweeping across the world and erupting into a series of earth-shattering cries. Wherever it went, there was a dazzling and ferocious golden light.
The rolling sea of ink clouds spreads out the sound of rolling wind and thunder, escorting the torrent of sword energy.
The dense black light of the sword was extremely sharp, filled with icy cold waves, and struck hard along the mountains.
In the stormy waves, a Buddha with indifferent eyes sat on a golden lotus and floated slowly towards him.
Golden Chanzi!
The reputation of this evil star is extremely loud even in Nanzhan continent.
His methods are violent and his nature is cruel, even more ruthless than the devil.
In the past, he took an eccentric approach and used killing to prove the way. He swept across the West and challenged heroes from all walks of life. No one could defeat him, and the reputation of the right way skyrocketed.
At that time, the demons were unwilling to accept it and sent their geniuses to intercept him one after another. However, they were defeated one after another. Their bones were buried in foreign lands, and the mountains of corpses and seas of blood made Jin Chanzi famous.
Liu Tanzi was no more than an immortal at that time, so he watched the battle under the protection of Wanhu Ancestor.
Jin Chanzi was high-spirited and unyielding, and brutally slaughtered sixty thousand miles, making many demons tremble with fear and dare not set foot on Mount Sumeru.
Now, he has attained Daluo Daluo, cultivates both gold and sword, and specializes in the art of decapitation. As soon as he arrived at the edge of Piaoxue Mountain, Liu Tanzi had to send letters repeatedly, asking his father, the ancestor of Wanhu, to come for support.
"Damn it, I told you not to act too hastily, now it's better, people come directly to your door."
"Yun Xiu is really seeking death. Instead of practicing honestly at home, he is fighting for the inheritance of King Suddhodana. Don't you think about your own weight?"
"What a crime. The swords and swords were killing fiercely. No chickens or dogs were left wherever they went. How many years will it take for the land that was slaughtered and minced to regain its vitality?"
Yunxiu has a deep foundation in Piaoxue Mountain, and his mother clan's huge power often adds fuel to the fire, making his reputation almost as good as Liu Jarzi's.
Yunxiu's mother clan secretly did this to send several golden immortals to the west. Not only did they directly skip Liu Jarzi, but they also brought disaster to him.
As a result, Jin Chanzi came over to kill Manjusri without even seeing his face.
Just when Liu Tanzi was heartbroken, a slender figure quietly landed in the hut.
"Haha, there's no need to worry, Tanzi. I'm here to serve as a father." The hoarse voice suddenly sounded, which immediately put Liu Tanzi's heart at ease.
This person who came is none other than the demon giant from Nanzhan Buzhou.
The pinnacle of Daluo - Ancestor Wanhu.
Ancestor Wanhu is thin and moribund, like a dying old man with a sluggish breath.
"Father." Liu Tanzi quickly stood up and saluted, his eyes slightly red.
The rotten smell that hits his face constantly reminds him that his backer has only a short life span.
"My child is unfilial, so I bothered my father to make this trip." Liu Tanzi was full of self-blame, lowered his head and choked with sobs.
"Don't worry, the fault is not yours." Ancestor Wanhu said calmly, reaching out his hand with great kindness and touching Liu Jarzi's head.
"Death is an inevitable reality. It is my greatest wish to be able to protect my son while I am alive. Don't act like a child and let's see how a father can show his power!"
Having said that, Patriarch Wanhu pushed open the door and disappeared into the wind and snow in an instant.
At the same time, the muffled thunder echoed through the sky, amidst the light and shadow of swords.
This thunder was like an earth-shattering shock, shaking the whole world and shaking it.
The figure of Patriarch Wanhu suddenly appeared in the center of the dark clouds of the Golden Sea.
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He smiled and looked calm.
In the blink of an eye, the terrifying and oppressive silver thunder turned into a lifelike Luan Falcon, flapping its wings around the body.
There was lightning and thunder, and the brilliance was dazzling. Ancestor Wan Hu looked at the golden cicada and pushed forward with both hands.
Boom!
The sound of thunder piercing the clouds and cracking the rocks resounded through the sky like the heaven and earth collapsing.
In the blink of an eye, silver arcs flashed in series, and under the strong light, an exquisite palace lantern suddenly floated over.
Sharp and piercing thunders came and went, and those ferocious and majestic thunder and lightning were the outer wall of the palace lantern, rolling in with the sultry restlessness.
The lightning burst suddenly, causing the entire world to be occupied by silver.
It was as if thousands of fireworks were ignited in an instant, and the thunder that tore through the void was in full bloom. An ancient roar suddenly sounded in the dark, and then the rocks collapsed and the water and soil rolled. Countless huge thunder-antlered deer came out like lava and headed towards
Buddha Golden Lotus suddenly charged.
The rivers and seas of clouds where the lights of swords and shadows gather together are like jeweled silk being torn to pieces by the herd of deer.
Patriarch Wanhu put his hands behind his back and laughed loudly, "Jinchanzi, you are fine!"
"Old thing."
Jin Chanzi frowned, cursed in a low voice, waved his sleeves, and a continuous stream of golden carps jumped out of the river.
The carp's scales are gorgeous, formed by the condensation of sword energy, and its large, eyeless tail suddenly flies out like an eagle striking the sky.
Keng!
The golden light and thunder suddenly collided, causing an extremely harsh friction sound.
The mountains trembling like chaff, the thunder and lightning tearing through the void, the fearless sword light, the heaven and earth wailing in pain... Schools of fish and herds of deer fight to the death, broken corpses, gold and jade, deer bodies, fish scales, clattering down from the sky, like
A fierce rainstorm.
After half a stick of incense, all the fish were torn into pieces and turned into gold and jade ore everywhere, covering the devastated land.
There are still 30% of the deer herd left, and Ancestor Wanhu is surrounded by them eager to try.
"He is indeed a strong man from the Demon Court in the past. He is really powerful." Jin Chanzi said coldly.
He hid his left hand in his sleeve and quietly pinched out a hard golden bean, his eyes becoming more solemn.
Patriarch Wanhu became famous in several Yuanhui circles, and during the Lich Tribulation, he was the famous Thunder Sage.
In contrast, Jin Chanzi cannot compare with her in terms of experience and background.
Invincible.
What we need to do now is to evacuate immediately.
Thinking of this, Jin Chanzi narrowed his eyes slightly and prepared to escape directly.
"Ancestor Wanhu has been immersed in the thunder path for two calamities. He holds the innate spiritual treasure and blasts the drum. His strength is far superior to mine. He can only find opportunities to crush the golden beans and escape."
"Oh, it's all my fault that I was too anxious and abandoned Ma Yuan and Wu Yunxian in the Ruyan realm. Otherwise, if we attack them together, we will definitely kill him."
"My skills are not as good as others. It seems I have to find my place again next time."
Seeing Jin Chanzi's vigilant look, Patriarch Wanhu smiled kindly.
He took the initiative to take a few steps back, indicating that he had no ill intentions, and said loudly.
"Fellow Taoist, it is indeed my fault in Piaoxue Mountain for sending several golden immortals to the west to destroy it, but the culprit is Yunxiu's mother clan and has nothing to do with my son Liu Tanzi."
"Now, those golden immortals who went to the west have been slaughtered by you. This scorched earth with a radius of tens of thousands of miles is our apology. How about abandoning the past grudges and turning the hostility into friendship."
Ancestor Wan Hu was hunched over, with his hands behind his back, and he was persuading with a pleasant expression.
Hearing this, Jin Chanzi frowned, his eyes flickered, and he asked warily: "What does this mean?"
Patriarch Wanhu was about to answer when his breath suddenly became unsteady and he began to cough violently. After a long time, he calmed down and said in a hoarse voice: "I am already old. If you want to break through to the quasi-sage, it is as difficult as ascending the mountain."
God, so I want to borrow the Eight Treasures Merit Pool..."
"No!" Jin Chanzi interrupted the other party without hesitation and said coldly.
"The Eight Treasures Merit Pool is a Western treasure that can only be used by Buddhist disciples. Moreover, this treasure is already the private property of Manjushri Bodhisattva. How could he extend his life for his enemy?"
"Senior Jin Chanzi." This is Liu Tanzi coming on a cloud.
He supported Patriarch Wanhu, his face full of guilt, and looked at Jin Chanzi's sincere request.
"Senior, rules are dead, but people are alive. I, Piaoxueshan, am willing to give everything I have to fight for the chance of reincarnation for my father. Please recommend him to us."
"Haha, the vision is open." Jin Chanzi sneered disdainfully, "You demons are worthy of making demands of me."
"Fellow Taoist, don't be angry. I won't let you work in vain. How about treating this news about Sambhogakaya Buddha as a thank you gift?"
……
Beiju Luzhou.
The wind and snow are blowing, and the temperature is freezing.
After all the ghosts worked together, the mysterious formation was finally successfully constructed.
Several ghosts with strong auras surrounded the formation and slowly chanted mysterious and unfamiliar spells.
"The clouds are like the wind, and the old friends are in the sea, the white elephants are in the Zhulan Terrace, the pig mother-in-law's heart is in the purple sand arms, the Taixu spirit is in the middle of the lamp..."
At this time, a confused kid asked in confusion, "Master Six, what are they doing?"
The ghost named Master Liu is a young man with a sharp mouth and monkey cheeks.
His lower body was a ball of smoke, and his upper body was in the shape of a human. When he heard the kid's question, he pretended to give a profound answer.
"Young fool, you are ignorant. This is the return of ghost formation. You can randomly enter the dreams of ghosts and steal their practice techniques from their memories. Just like the melon field technique you practice, it comes from this method." p>
"That's it." The kid nodded thoughtfully.
At this time, there was a female ghost wearing palace clothes next to her. She followed the words of Master Six and continued.
"After the death of a living being, the soul will sense the call of heaven and earth and go to the six realms of reincarnation to be reincarnated. But when there is resentment in the heart, the soul will be alienated and become a ghost. This is the origin of us."
"Ghosts are wandering between heaven and earth, with nothing to rely on. If they want to continue practicing, they can only stay together and help each other. But without a complete practice system, this formation is like a thief, constantly stealing the practice techniques.
They are spliced together."
"Our strength is weak and our resources are scarce, so we can only build the lowest level of Guixin. If we can have broken soul bones, we can upgrade the formation to Guixin and directly steal Guizhan's dream."
Before the female ghost finished speaking, there were booing sounds from the side.
"Young, Sun Erniang is still thinking about Fan Wujiu, and she actually wants to steal his erotic dream."
"You bastard, shut up!"
At the same time, in the South China Sea, there was also a murmur.
"The clouds are like the wind, and the old friends are in the sea, the white elephants are in the Zhulan Terrace, the pig mother-in-law's heart is in the purple sand arms, the Taixu spirit is in the middle of the lamp..."
Qiong Ming's eyes were wet, and he sat among the corals and recited some unfamiliar incantations. Ao Li held his chin, his eyes sparkling with curiosity.
In front of him, the materials were listed, the aura flickered, the ghost formations glowed slightly, and there were bursts of whimpering sounds.
Ao Li's charming little face couldn't help but wrinkle.
"Qiong Ming, is this thing really reliable? It seems a bit spooky. Otherwise, I'd better go find my fourth uncle."
Hearing this, Qiong Ming shook his head calmly.
"No need. Senior Zelong specializes in formations and is not good at deduction. He can't help much. He also has to spend a lot of resources. It's really a waste. I got this formation from a ghost. It is said to be very effective. Even if it fails,
It’s also within my tolerance.”
"Okay, this is your family matter, of course you decide." Ao Li shrugged and threw countless bones out of his sleeves.
The sound of ghosts crying and wolves howling faintly came from the bones, as if they were being tortured.
Broken Soul Bone!
The bones landed in the center of the formation, causing changes immediately.
The steaming black air emerged from the formation and gathered into soft dark clouds.
Qiong Ming understood this and reached out his hand to wipe away the dark clouds.
Wow~
As the smoke filled the air, the picture gradually emerged.
The valley full of spring is full of exotic flowers and plants of Kendo.
It’s the home of the Jade Sword Butterfly!
As the picture became clearer, the sounds of crying, cursing, and begging for mercy came and went.
In the turbulent smoke, four true immortals were mercilessly slaughtering the ethnic group.
Their faces were ferocious and their attacks were ruthless. In half a stick of incense, they slaughtered the entire valley!
My former brothers, relatives, and father all died.
Qiong Ming's eyes were red, looking at the backs of the four true immortals, wanting to rush in and tear them apart.
Ying Li wanted to comfort him, but suddenly he noticed a familiar figure inside.
The old man on crutches, with a cheerful face, stood next to the corpse, talking and laughing freely.