Chapter 72: Entering the Western Saints to Reward Treasures
Manjusri didn't pay attention to the grief of the green lion. He called Brother Hungry Tiger, but every sentence was inseparable from eating sheep. He couldn't explain why he was sad.
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He stood opposite the Bolang picture, his eyes dark.
The method of stopping the formation is very clever. It is not only the center that is imprisoned by the opponent, but also the Tao Yun that circulates and vibrates with it.
This kind of seal will not change the normal operation, but it can quietly create a loophole, allowing it to freely enter and exit the Ten Thousand Immortals Formation without being noticed by the disciples setting up the formation.
Such a unique method made Manjusri suddenly think of the ancient demon.
Huang Ni Patriarch.
His spell to stop the enemy can freeze the avenue, causing it to freeze.
When the Demon Court attacked Penglai, Huang Ni Patriarch relied on this skill to stop the fight and forcefully tore a hole in front of Duke Dong.
Manjusri closed his eyes and carefully understood the Tao Yun nearby, and found that it was indeed like what was recorded in the Golden Palace of Yuanshi. There was a strange power of mud that sealed the rest of the avenues.
"The ancestor of Huangni is dead, and his descendants have done nothing, and they have fallen one after another in the last calamity. Who is it that sealed the formation here?"
Zhi Ge is the inheritance of the Mud Dao and belongs to the Eight Hundred Side Sect. If you want to tear the hole out of the Ten Thousand Immortals Formation, you must at least be a Daluo Jinxian. When did such power appear in the ancient world?
At this moment, the fiery breath burst out, the ground of the Sishui Pass battlefield cracked, and the blood gas turned into mist and rose into the sky.
In the distance, the blazing red flames steamed endlessly with such mighty force that they dyed the clouds hundreds of miles red.
The intense heat was so intense that even the void could not bear it and gradually became distorted.
A big red bird with a body like a mountain flutters its wings into the sky and sings loudly. Its eyes are as red as gems, its wings are plump, and its body is elegant. Every time it flaps its wings, it can call out a storm of fire and waves.
"No, it's Bifang. This thing was attracted by the bloody smell of the battlefield." Manjusri said immediately and took Qingzhou out.
The green boat was good at facing the wind, and the blue-scaled sparrow fish was full of energy. He grabbed the green lion by its collar and jumped on.
Wow.
The vast ocean rushed out of the sky, and the green boat disappeared in an instant, rushing hundreds of miles away.
Qingshi was lying on the boat, feeling resentful and resentful. He now had all his strength, but he couldn't use it.
His blood was eaten away by the Mukui technique, and his internal organs were shattered by the breath of death. His body was like a freshly fired porcelain vase, which would be shattered by the slightest wind or wave.
"Bifang is a ferocious fire beast that lives in the south sky. It usually feeds on the souls of wronged victims. It is the number one public enemy of the underworld. It must be that the smell of blood in Sishui Pass is too strong, which attracted it from the south sky." The green lion was worried.
Ji looked towards the direction of Bishui Pass and suddenly gritted his teeth and clenched his fists.
"It's a pity that I am a waste now. Otherwise, if I could be so angry, I would definitely pluck it out and make soup on the spot."
Manjusri's expression was as calm as usual, and he urged the green boat to fly with all his strength.
The southern sky is far above the sky. It is one of the thirty-three heavens in the prehistoric times. It is full of eternal flames. The fire spirit is several times that of the immortal family's blessed land. Now, Bifang's fourth generation ancestor is in charge.
Run it in an orderly manner.
Manjusri once went to Antarctica to deliver invitations and saw the scene in the south sky.
The boundless red flowers are extremely bright, and the smell is as warm as burning pine wood. Bi Fang lay down in the sea of flowers, absorbing the spiritual power of fire to temper their bodies.
This Bifang has no scent of red clouds and red flowers at all.
What's more, the souls of the souls who died during the Conferred Gods Tribulation will be absorbed by the Conferred Gods List. When Xiqi wins a great victory in the future, Jiang Ziya will ennoble them as immortal officials and generals in the heaven, so there will be no wronged souls.
As for the souls of mortals, let alone the fact that this kind of wronged soul is of low quality and tastes like wax. Bi Fang is aloof and arrogant by nature, and it is too late to dislike him, so why can he be so impatient.
"Perhaps, it is not here to eat, but to deliberately destroy the Sishui Pass battlefield in order to destroy the remaining traces of Zhi Ge." Manjusri narrowed his eyes, extremely curious about the origin of this Bifang.
"Master, Qing Zhou flew in the wrong direction. This seems to be the western boundary." At this moment, Qing Shi said.
Golden lotuses all over the mountains and plains sway in the wind, and the dazzling pearls and jade necklaces set off the auspicious clouds.
The sound of jingling rings rang out, and Saint Zhunti held the Seven Treasures Wonderful Tree, standing in the vision and smiling happily.
"Master Nephew has come to the west and made Mount Sumeru shine. Please follow me to Mount Sumeru quickly to welcome the saint. I have been waiting for a long time."
Zhunti blew out a breath of laughter, and the scene suddenly changed, pulling the entire Qingzhou into the main hall in an instant.
Withered beams and painted pillars, blue bricks and gold patterns, the wonderful charm of bliss fills the hall.
Looking at the familiar scene, Manjusri sneered in his heart, his expression as calm as water.
"Nephew Manjusri, please take a seat." In the main seat, two lotus pedestals bloomed side by side. Jie Yin's face was pained. Sitting on the right, he stretched out his hand and tapped, and the dazzling nine-grade lotus pedestal suddenly rose in front of Manjusri.
With a smile on his face, Zhunti ordered the god general Gong'e to add fruit and wine, and said with kind eyes: "In front of the Ten Thousand Immortals Formation, my nephew's methods are vividly visible. Such a talented junior is really enviable to us."
The young master put his hands behind his back and looked at the glorious scene in the palace with curiosity on his face, with a vague longing in his heart.
The nine-pin lotus platform floats in the air, its light is as rich as flowing water, and its thousands of strands hang down like silk ribbons.
Looking at the back of Manjusri sitting on the lotus platform, Qingshi realized that his identity had been reduced to that of a mount, which was equivalent to an accessory in the eyes of others.
Just like the two sages in the West, they chatted and laughed with Manjusri, but never looked at themselves.
The sour taste spread between the lips and teeth, making the green lion's body become more hunched.
"Master nephew, this lotus platform is transformed from the lotus seeds of the Golden Lotus of Merit. It can protect your luck and resist disasters and tribulations. How do you like it?" Zhunti asked with a kind look, his tone was soft like an elder in the family.
"The reputation of the Golden Lotus of Merit is as thunderous as the thunder, but it is transformed from the lotus seed after all. If you want to win over me, who has great wisdom, you must give me some benefits that are hard to refuse."
Manjusri's cold voice, deep gaze, and straight-to-the-point approach made Zhunti stunned on the spot.
What is he going to do?
Countless possibilities flashed in Zhunti's mind, and the brilliance of wisdom bloomed quietly, constantly deducing various possibilities.
The West has far-reaching plans and employs spies and agents everywhere, which can even be traced back to the Three Lectures of Zixiao Palace.
Over the years, clues and news about Manjusri appeared in his mind one after another, connected like a string of beads.
Origin, experience, dojo, heritage, resources...
Countless thoughts turned into stars, flowing at the speed of light in Zhunti's mind. Then, they exploded and shattered, and various thoughts flew across the sky.
Buzz~
The bright moon rises, and there is a six-winged golden cicada faintly inside, with a fierce light on the front nibbling on two pieces of ruby.
"That's it." Sage Zhunti was relieved.
Jin Chanzi never does things secretly, and when he tries to win over Manjusri, everyone in the top management in the West knows it.
He must have had some idea to get more benefits from Manjusri. From then on, he felt grateful to him, and he would be able to dispatch him more easily in the future.
Alas, although his abacus is good, he still has to pay for it as a teacher.
That’s all.
Jie Yin coughed twice and asked, "What does my nephew want?"