Amidst the astral winds, the yellow-faced old monk flew swiftly.
In order to avoid unnecessary trouble, he traveled through the Southern Mountain Range. He swam along the Long River, bypassing the spectacular river-viewing platform that had always been the venue of the Yellow River Gathering. He headed in the direction of the Yun Nation.
When he reached a certain place, the small bell at his waist suddenly vibrated.
"The Xuankong Temple is doing something special. Benevolent masters from all sides, please excuse us!"
The Buddha's voice was grand, shaking the heavens.
However, the astral winds suddenly stopped.
No, it wasn't the astral winds that stopped, but the entire space.
The narrow world was like a cage. Everything that was known, seen, and felt fell into silence.
Someone actually didn't give face to the Xuankong Temple and forcefully blocked their path!
Ku Jue stopped flying. He was high in the sky, holding the Great Fearless Mudra in his hand. He looked rather solemn, having the bearing of a senior monk who was a special envoy of the Eastern Holy Land.
He shouted loudly, "I'm just passing through. I have no intention of disturbing you. If there's any obstruction, I can make a detour! I don't know who's blocking my path, but please excuse us! "
His speech was smooth and polite, both gentle and solemn.
However, the sky was silent.
"Son of a b * tch, turtle bastard, stinky straw sandals!" Seeing that no one was paying any attention to him, Ku Jue jumped up and cursed, "What kind of demon is this? How dare you block the path of this Buddha! Are you really courting death? "
He was a man of action. He always followed up after scolding. He did it in one go without any hesitation.
As he scolded, the Great Fearless Mudra was pushed out. It was majestic!
The courage of the heretics and the strangeness of suppressing evil spirits. The Great Fearless Mudra knocked away the still astral winds and the confined space. It followed the connection of the unseen world and collided with the real enemy.
Seeking the truth in an illusion!
However, above the boundless sky, a half-illusory, half-real giant hand appeared. It appeared without a sound and met the attack without a sound. It was so casual and yet so perfect.
It just happened to catch the Mudra.
At this moment, a faintly discernible voice sounded, "Great monk, repent and be saved!"
Then, it produced a vast echo —
"Repent and be saved, repent and be saved …"
In the sky and on the ground, in all directions, such echoes came from every direction. The echoes didn't stop. This was some kind of extremely brilliant sound killing technique, focused on the word "expulsion".
However, it was a combination of many techniques and didn't completely belong to any sect. It made people couldn't see its foundation.
. "The small bell hanging on Ku Jue's waist, the famous Wo Bell, was actually suppressed for a moment.
"It's you!"
The yellow-faced old monk's eyes widened.
This old monk, who had always followed them around, seemed to have finally gotten serious.
The wrinkled old face was filled with anger.
He seemed to have recognized the newcomer, and he pressed his palms together, causing a majestic aura to surge out like a heavenly dragon. It possessed great might, courage, and killing force, and it shook the surroundings.
... .. .. ..... .. .. .. ... to! "
The Eight words mantra.....
. caked Heaven and Heaven heaven.....
.. Ku Jue didn't have any reputation in the transcendent being world. He wasn't as famous as he bragged to Jiang Wang. Even in the Buddhist land under Xuankong Temple, not many good believers had heard of him.
However, he was indeed one of the strongest monks of the Ku generation in Xuankong Temple.
Otherwise, he wouldn't have scolded the head of the Dragon Subduing Hall and the head of the Guanshi Hall every day and be so cheeky with the abbot.
At this moment, when he attacked in anger, he was awe-inspiring.
The Daoist spoke the mantra, subduing external demons and eliminating evil.
The shackles of the entire space were instantly broken, and the wind howled again.
Everything returned to normal. Ku Jue saw the truth.
Because the Eight Words Mantra that gave Shaosi the sword had dissipated, his disciple, Jingshen, who he had high hopes for, was in danger. He didn't want to be entangled, even if he was full of hatred. After the mantra broke the spell, he wanted to leave this place.
However, a wisp of heavenly wind was received and blew from the void. It floated and smelled fragrant as it descended into the world.
The heavenly wind was the will of the heavens.
It was unfathomable and untouchable. In the void, it had unfathomable power.
However, it was seized by someone!
How strong was this opponent?
A wisp of heavenly wind circled around him and immediately surrounded Ku Jue on the spot!
He couldn't escape, and he couldn't escape.
He was only surrounded by the heavenly wind and wasn't in any danger, but he couldn't escape in a short time.
The ethereal voice continued, "Looking for a way back when lost, looking back in the sea of bitterness."
Every word was like a seal, flowing around the heavenly wind.
Ku Jue clenched his fists and gritted his teeth. "When the clean goose died, it also came to stop …"
His eyes turned red, and he punched the heavenly wind!
The protective golden light shattered, and his flesh fell apart, revealing the eerie finger bones.
The heavenly wind still circled around like the will of the heavens, unfathomable and unchangeable.
Above the sky, only the old monk's furious voice could be heard. "Who are you!?"
…
…
Everything was the will of the heavens, and everything was in the human world.
At the bottom of the 800 miles of Qing River, in the abandoned ancient demon cave, the intense battle was still ongoing.
"It's time to end all of this."
The white skeleton and the blood puppet true demon were engaged in a crazy battle in the square inch.
Punches and elbows looked like mortal warriors at first glance, but every movement was a collision of rules.
In such an intense battle, his voice was still indifferent, as if he was always on the throne of a god, coldly looking down on all living things.
"It's impossible for anyone … to escape the Unlivable Calamity," he said.
He concluded.
This wasn't just a sentence of emphasis, but a repetition of rules.
The power of the Unlivable Calamity was strengthening, and the situation that had lasted for hundreds of years was ending.
Later, Wang Zhangji was, of course, the best choice for a vessel, but Zhuang Chengqian was the god body he had chosen in the beginning.
The descent hundreds of years ago was when he was most prepared and at the peak of his condition. It was the glorious moment he had high hopes for.
That time, Zhuang Chengqian faked his death to escape, and the day of the Unlivable Calamity had been delayed until now.
The current situation was the continuation of the old, and also the beginning of a new one.
The power of his descent wasn't enough to suppress an opponent like the blood puppet true demon, but Zhuang Chengqian couldn't escape the Unlivable Calamity.
Zhuang Chengqian was waiting for the blood puppet true demon to take shape, and so was he.
When he took over everything of Zhuang Chengqian again and completed his descent, the blood puppet true demon that Zhuang Chengqian had spent so much effort to refine would be the guardian general of his White Bone Divine Kingdom.
Zhuang Chengqian always wanted to take all the benefits, and as a god, he also wanted to take all the benefits!
"Of course."
Zhuang Chengqian was expressionless at the words of the White Bone God. "Otherwise, why would I have died back then?"
At that time, the body he controlled was falling toward the chessboard of the Unlivable Calamity, falling toward the eye of the calamity.
It was as if he was irrevocably heading toward the end and facing death.
But his voice was also so calm!
He had the calmness to be in a stalemate with a god, and the confidence to play chess with a god!
In the entire underwater devil's den, there were more than just two active consciousnesses.
In the First Inner Mansion. Jiang Wang sat cross-legged, with his palms facing the sky.
He didn't care about the battle between the White Bone God and Zhuang Chengqian. He was powerless to intervene.
No matter if the final winner was the White Bone God or Zhuang Chengqian, he would be the first to be destroyed. Because his body had already been chosen.
Whether it was the body of Jiang Wang that was chosen by Zhuang Chengqian, or the new body of Zhuang Chengqian that was chosen by the White Bone God, the result was no different.
He was like an ant that could only wait for the result of the battle between the two giants. The only difference he could hope for was that he would be trampled to death by one of the giants.
What kind of courage and strength was needed to face such a desperate situation?
No matter how he looked at it, he had no way and no chance.
There was really no way out at the end of the mountain and the river. The boat had not straightened out even when it reached the end of the bridge!
But he didn't give up.
He didn't give up at all.
He actually seized the last moment and was still cultivating.
His physical body was occupied, so he cultivated his soul.
There was no way to seek external help, so he sought internal help to make himself as strong as possible.
At any moment, in any situation, he had to do something.
An ant couldn't change the outcome of being trampled to death by a giant. But perhaps, he could try to bite a giant and try to return the pain as much as possible.
Although the pain might be insignificant, and it might not even be noticed.
But this was the strong struggle of an unyielding life.
Life didn't stop, and the struggle didn't stop.
"I really admire you. Your talent, character, and willpower are more precious than your cultivation talent. "
Zhuang Chengqian appeared at this time outside the First Inner Mansion. "If you were my son, I would definitely leave all my business to you."
There was some regret in his words. Putting everything aside, Jiang Wang was a youth of the Zhuang Country after all. If he hadn't been hit by the Lifeless Calamity back then and could have continued his great business, then today, he might have been able to nurture this youth well, and he might have been able to look forward to his future.
Wasn't it also a kind of glory to look at the country that he had created and the brilliant geniuses?
"My father was just an ordinary medicine merchant. He couldn't carry anything with his hands or shoulders. He couldn't transcend and died of illness. But I know … "Jiang Wang opened his eyes." He wouldn't watch me die! "
There was no need to hide the meaning behind his words.
How could you be worthy of being my father?
"The people you believe in just haven't been tested yet."
Zhuang Chengqian wasn't angry. He only said this indifferently and lightly clenched his fist. The cyan handprint that sealed the Inner Mansion disappeared. And he took a step into the Inner Mansion!
Almost at the same time, Jiang Wang leaped up and pounced with his sword!
Although the difference in strength was like heaven and earth, they still had to fight to the death.
Zhuang Chengqian grabbed the sword with one hand, and with another, he was already pinching Jiang Wang's neck.
At this moment, he didn't need to hide at all. He directly crushed him.
His large hand lifted Jiang Wang's spirit, as if he was catching a weak little chick, and leaped out of the Inner Mansion.
"Previously in the Heavenly Palace."
"You asked me … why it was you, right?"
Zhuang Chengqian's spirit held Jiang Wang's spirit and leaped out of this body.
The body was still falling.
Zhuang Chengqian's spirit leaped in front of the body and suddenly accelerated. He pressed Jiang Wang's spirit toward the only dark tribulation eye on the Lifeless Chessboard.
"This is the answer!"
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