Chapter 212 Wasn't Ben Dao targeted by some terrifying existence?
In order to win a moment of freedom for An Bulang, Bai Bai worked hard and even suffered serious injuries.
An Bulang, on the other hand, did not use his great powers, did not run away, did not fight, but worshiped the golden statue of Qingxuan Zhenren!
What is this for? Do you want to surrender and beg for mercy?
Bai Bai, Hong Lin'er, and Jun Shi all found it difficult to understand the scene before them.
But An Bulang knew very well that this was his last chance! It was also his best counterattack!
After all, this is how Bai Bai’s divine mind statue that he had nurtured for countless years was blown up by him!!
When a monk realizes God, God can also perceive the world. His thoughts reach up to the sky, down to the Nine Netherworlds, and even have visions of reincarnation. Naturally, he has the qualification to be involved in many miracles.
It can accept incense and can accommodate merit, but it must also bear cause and effect.
An Bulang worshiped before and blew up the statue of Baibai because Baibai's statue could not withstand the consequences of An Bulang's worship. After all, not everyone's incense can be accepted by An Bulang.
At this time, An Bulang laughed and thought, if he encounters a spiritual body that cannot be solved in the future, and when that spiritual body takes the initiative to bully him, he can try to worship him and see if he can use it.
Blast it in the same way.
As long as he worships sincerely, there will be no side effects. But if he is not sincere, or even worships annoyingly when being bullied, it seems that there will be unexpected consequences.
This involves the entanglement of luck, cause and effect, and numerology.
In short, it’s just one sentence.
Your spiritual thoughts have bullied me to the point where I, An Bulang, want to bow back and use the great karma and incense of my only son, the Immortal Emperor, to fight back and see if the other party can bear it!
The young man bowed before the tall golden statue.
This scene seems to have entered a mysterious moment.
Everything in the world has slowed down.
The young man in white has a magnificent golden body.
If someone didn't know, they would have thought it was a young man saluting a certain god devoutly.
However, an unknown force came from heaven and earth.
The golden divine thoughts that were boundless before seemed to have encountered something terrifying. Suddenly, their flow stagnated, and even began to shrink rapidly!
But it’s too slow, it’s really too slow!
In other words, the moment An Bulang bowed down, it was already too late to do anything!!
"Kakaka..."
The crisp crackling sound echoed in the space.
Junshi saw the statue of the Confucian scholar who was clearly indifferent to all living beings in the world. It was shaking constantly, as if it had encountered something that even it was afraid of. Then, cracks began to appear on the face of the Confucian scholar, and the cracks were rapidly expanding. In the blink of an eye,
It’s all over the body!
boom!!!
There was a sudden explosion.
The tall statue of a Confucian scholar suddenly exploded on the spot!
Countless gravels littered the ground.
The power of golden divine thoughts completely dissipated into nothingness.
Bai Bai, Jun Shi, and Hong Lin'er all felt that the despairing power shrouding their bodies had disappeared, without any restraint.
Everything changes so fast.
Even now, they are still confused.
"Ahem...what...what's going on..." Hong Lin'er looked up at the young man in white standing next to him through the faint afterglow. Although he was bowing down, he was still as graceful and ethereal as the trees in the wind.
Out of the dust.
Although she didn't know what was going on, she knew that An Bulang had definitely created a miracle again!
"Oh...my Supreme Lord..." Junshi also looked at An Bulang. The difference from Hong Lin'er was that in addition to passion and admiration, its eyes also contained unprecedented shock.
It knew how terrifying Master Qingxuan was, so it was even more shocked by this young man who could blow up the statue of Master Qingxuan. This was obviously a situation beyond its understanding.
Maybe...it is not impossible to follow this young man and resist the master Qingxuan who is as tall as the clouds?
Bai Bai was the calmest among everyone, but he was also stunned. At this moment, he suddenly guessed how the statue of Shen Nian he had nurtured for so many years exploded.
An Bulang is definitely an expert with a profound and unfathomable background!
Everyone looked at An Bulang with envy.
However, An Bulang slowly straightened his body, faced the pile of gravel in front of him, sighed softly, shook his head and said: "Alas... I can't even bear my bow... My other back-up men
It’s not working yet, it’s boring, it’s really boring.”
hiss……!
The white cypress, the handsome lion, and the red lin'er all took a deep breath.
Above the blood lake, golden blood flowed out of the corner of Charles's mouth again, and his face was full of incomprehensible shock: "Lost? The master's spiritual consciousness was actually crushed? No, how is this possible..."
At this time, what An Bulang and others didn't know was.
On the Tianlong Mountain in the west of Hongmeng Continent.
Tens of thousands of monks wearing sun, moon and star robes were paying homage to an easy-going Confucian scholar sitting on a futon, showing indescribable piety and fanaticism.
The Confucian scholar was dressed simply and had a peaceful face. He was facing the direction of the setting sun. There were colorful divine lights lingering around him, and the gorgeous sunset was draped around his body like a veil, making him look extraordinarily holy.
Suddenly, an invisible force descended from the sky and reached his origin.
The Confucian scholar suddenly seemed to see something extremely terrifying. His peaceful face disappeared in an instant, replaced by unimaginable shock and fear. He saw a figure that reached the sky and the earth. The figure was very blurry, and he didn't even pay attention to him at all.
He just turned his back to him and looked into the distance.
A simple scene.
A simple back view.
The other person may not even notice his gaze.
But it was because of his direct gaze.
Some kind of strange involvement suddenly hit his roots hard.
"puff……!!"
The Confucian scholar suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood.
The divine light dissipates and the sunset fades.
He could no longer see that figure, as if nothing had happened.
However, the Confucian scholar felt a numb scalp because the typhoid fever he suffered was real, and all of this was because he glanced at that being without permission!
"Oh my God! The real person is hurt!"
"Master!"
"Master, what's wrong with you?!"
Some monks who noticed that the Confucian scholar was injured screamed in surprise.
"It's okay." The monk dressed as a Confucian scholar suddenly stretched out his palm.
Special effects suddenly appeared on his body, the divine light reappeared, and the sunset fell on him again, making him as ethereal and holy as a god in the world.
"What I vomited out was blood stained by the secular world. I just had an epiphany and opened up a certain divine vein." Facing the surprised monks, the Confucian scholar said calmly.
"Ah! Master Qingxuan's Taoism is so superb, it really opened our eyes."
"Congratulations, Master, for making great progress in Taoism again!"
All the monks congratulated enthusiastically.
The Confucian scholar continued to look at the falling sun, his face calm, but his heart was uneasy.
That back view...what's going on?
Just one look made him hurt to his core.
Is this Taoist being targeted by some terrifying entity?
But he should have never provoked such a terrifying existence!
No...he is not qualified to provoke such a being!!
The Confucian scholar was very confused and uneasy in his heart. After all, it was not a good thing to be involved with such a terrifying existence that was beyond his knowledge.
It must have been accidentally contaminated by a small cause and effect.
It should be fine after that, right?
The Confucian scholar thought for a while and finally decided to keep a low profile for a while to avoid the limelight.
…
The bottom of the blood lake in the Blood Mill Purgatory.
An Bulang took Hong Lin'er, who was seriously injured, and entered the space light gate under the leadership of Junshi. As he advanced, he felt a dizzy feeling from the violent space transformation. The next moment, he appeared in an unknown place.
On the top of the mountain.
There are white clouds on the top of the mountain and a refreshing breeze.
There are clear and translucent streams flowing along the mountain streams, green and lush ancient trees growing in the mountains, and various exotic flowers and plants everywhere, embellishing the surrounding environment beautifully.
"We finally came out..." Hong Lin'er looked at the scene in front of him. There was no particularly shocking scenery, but after experiencing the scene of flesh and blood hell, he felt that the surrounding environment at this moment was a fairyland.
She greedily breathed in the air outside, feeling especially fresh and beautiful!
"Come, take a pill to replenish your qi."
A clear and warm voice sounded from my ears.
Hong Lin'er looked up and saw the young man's gentle smile.
A thin line between life and death, escaping from hell.
Under the white clouds, on the top of the mountain.
The young man had a beautiful smile and took the initiative to hand a Qi-boosting elixir to her. In this situation, she just wanted to give the young man a hug in excitement! Although she was already hugging him.
An Bulang looked at the woman who didn't take the pill from him and was still hugging his arms with some attachment. He couldn't help but frown and said, "Hey, what are you doing?"
"Fuck." Hong Lin'er raised her eyebrows slightly, her eyes soft and charming.
An Bulang asked with a black face: "What are you doing?"
Hong Lin'er said crisply: "Fuck me."
An Bulang: "..."
Damn it!
He was as weak as a little sheep in the Blood-grinding Hell, but was he so buoyant as soon as he came out?
Seeing the young man's shocked look, Hong Lin'er suddenly stuck out his tongue, let go of his arms around the young man, grabbed the elixir, swallowed it without thinking, and let out a laugh like a silver bell,
He smiled and said: "Hehe... I was just joking, thanks."
"Next time you show me this kind of joke, believe it or not, you won't laugh."
An Bulang's eyes were sharp and he spoke calmly.
Hong Lin'er's eyes were filled with autumn light. She covered her chest with one hand and pointed at her pink and moist lips with her other hand. She pretended to be surprised and said, "Why are you so serious? If I still want to joke with you, what do you want to do?"
Looking at the direct gaze, An Bulang felt that this woman was indeed a little drifting. He immediately stepped forward and hugged Hong Lin'er's waist that was as slender and soft as a willow.
"You..." Hong Lin'er's almond-shaped eyes widened. She didn't expect An Bulang to actually touch his hand. She struggled symbolically, but found that the boy's hand was extremely strong and she couldn't break free at all.
"Woman, you are playing with fire."
An Bulang's body was getting closer and closer.
A wisp of red clouds appeared on Hong Lin'er's beautiful face, and then she saw pure golden flames suddenly appear in An Bulang's palm, and suddenly shot down towards Hong Lin'er's heart!