Heart Survey

Chapter 734

In the wind, the yellow-faced old monk flew all the way.

In order to avoid unnecessary troubles, he traveled to the Southern Region on this trip, and went upstream along the Changhe Line, bypassing the extremely spectacular Guanhe Platform where the Yellow River Meeting was held in the past, and headed for the Cloud Country.

Walking somewhere, the small bell on his waist suddenly trembled.

"Hangkong Temple is special, please do it conveniently!"

The sound of the Buddha is grand, and the sound shakes the far dome.

But the wind suddenly stopped.

No, it wasn't the Gangfeng that stopped, but the entire space.

The narrow world is like a cage.Everything that you know, see, and feel is stagnant.

There was someone who did not sell the face of the Hanging Temple and forcibly blocked the road!

The momentum of Kujue's rapid flight came to an end, and the person was in the high dome, holding the big fearless seal in his hand, which was quite solemn, and he had the air of an eminent monk who walked on special events in the Eastern Holy Land of Buddhism.

But seeing him shouting loudly: "Just to cross the border, I don't intend to interfere, if there is any obstacle, I can detour! I don't know where someone is blocking the road, please make it convenient!"

Some of the words were mellow and polite, both gentle and solemn.

However, the high dome was silent.

"The son of a bitch, the turtle king, the stinky straw sandals!" Seeing that no one was paying attention, Kujue jumped up and cursed: "What kind of monster with hidden head and exposed tail dares to block your way of the Buddha! Is it really impossible to find death?"

He is an action group, and he has always been beaten after scolding.Do it all in one go, never procrastinate.

The scolding ceased, and the fearless handprint has been pushed out, at first glance majestic!
The bravery of subduing outsiders, the difference of suppressing demons.The Fearless Handprint smashed the still turbulent wind, smashed into the imprisoned space, followed the hidden connection, and slammed into the real enemy.

Find the truth in fantasy!

However, above the boundless high dome, there appeared a half-empty, half-truth big hand, which appeared silently and greeted silently, so understated and just right.

Just caught the handprint.

An ethereal voice sounded at this moment: "Great monk, turn back to the shore!"

Immediately there was a huge echo--

"Going back is the shore, turning back is the shore..."

In the sky and the ground, in all directions, from every direction, there are echoes like this.The echoes are endless, this is some kind of extremely clever method of sound killing, and the intention is to "expel" the word.

However, it is a combination of many methods, and it does not belong to any school or school, so that people can't see the root at all.

The small bell hanging on Kujue's waist, the famous I Wenzhong, was suppressed for a while and stopped trembling.

"It's you!"

The yellow-faced old monk suddenly widened his eyes.

This old monk, who has always been with us, seems to have finally moved his true self.

The dry and wrinkled old face was filled with anger.

He seemed to recognize the person who came, and his palms folded together, the majestic air was like a dragon, with great power and great killing power, shaking all directions.

"Om! Ah! Mi! Me! Hum! Ga! Cha! Luo!"

Recite the eight-character mantra of all the Buddha's heart and fearlessness!

Every word has the power of King Kong and the fire of Buddha's wrath.The words are recited, and the world is shaken in an instant.

Although Kujue doesn't have a big reputation in the transcendent world, he is not at all like the kind of thunderous ears that he and Jiang Wang boasted about. Even in the Buddhist land where the Hanging Temple belongs, few good believers have heard of him.

But he is indeed one of the strongest among the monks of the Kuzi generation of Xuankong Temple.

Otherwise, it is impossible to scold the first building of the Subduing Dragon Academy and the first building of the Guanshi Academy every day, and smile with the abbot.

At this moment, he shot in anger, and he was majestic.

The real person speaks the truth, subdues the external demons, and eliminates the evil.

The shackles of the entire space were instantly broken, and the wind whistled again.

Everything is back to normal, and the bitterness sees the truth.

Because the eight-character spell endowed with the Sauvignon Blanc sword has dissipated, the disciple Jing Shen, who had high hopes, was at stake.He didn't want to entangle too much, even if he was full of resentment.After the mantra was broken, he wanted to leave this place.

But a ray of sky wind was caught, blowing from a place of nothingness, fluttering, smoky, and descending into the world.

The wind of the sky is the will of God.

Unpredictable, untouchable, and unpredictable in a place of nothingness.

But grabbed by people!

How powerful is this opponent?
A wisp of wind from the sky, circled around the body, and immediately surrounded the bitterness on the spot!
No escape, no escape.

As long as the sky winds around, there is no fatal disaster, but it is bound to be impossible to escape in a short time.

The ethereal voice continued: "Looking back when I'm lost, I look forward to turning back."

The words are like a seal, flowing around the sky and the wind.

Kujue clenched his fists and gritted his teeth: "When Jing Goose died, he came to stop..."

His eyes were red, and he punched the sky!
The golden light of the protective body was shattered, and the flesh and blood disintegrated, revealing the phalanx.

The wind still revolves around, like the will of God, elusive and unchangeable.

Above the sky, only the old monk's furious voice roared: "Who the hell are you!?"

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All the will of the human heart and the will of God, all suffering and fortunate, are all in the human world.

At the bottom of the [-]-mile Qingjiang River, in the long-abandoned ancient demon cave, the fierce struggle continued.

"It's long overdue to end this."

The bone skeleton and the blood puppet real demon start a frantic battle between the square inches.

Punching and elbow strikes, at first glance, seem like ordinary warriors, but every gesture is a collision of rules.

In such a fierce battle, his voice was still indifferent, as if he was always sitting on the throne of a god, overlooking all living beings indifferently.

"There's no way anyone... can escape immortality," he said.

He so decided.

This is not just a sentence of emphasis, but a repetition of a rule.

The power of immortality is strengthening, and the game that has lasted for hundreds of years is coming to an end.

The later Wang Changji, of course, was also an excellent choice for a container, but Zhuang Chengqian was the divine body he chose from the very beginning.

The time when he came into the world hundreds of years ago was the time when He was most perfectly prepared and in the peak state, and it was the glorious moment when He had high hopes.

That time when Zhuang Chengqian escaped by suspended animation, the day of the robbery without life has been delayed to this day.

Now this game is a continuation of the old and a new beginning.

This part of the power of his arrival is not enough to suppress an opponent like the blood puppet real demon, but it is impossible for Zhuang Chengqian to escape without life.

Zhuang Chengqian is waiting for the blood puppet real demon to take shape, why is he not?
When he once again invades everything of Zhuang Chengqian and completes his coming into the world, this blood puppet real demon that Zhuang Chengqian has painstakingly refined is the protector of the Taoist general of his present kingdom of white bones.

Zhuang Chengqian always wants to take advantage of it, and as a god, he must take full advantage of it!
"of course."

Zhuang Chengqian's face was expressionless to the words of the White Bone Reverence God: "Otherwise, why would I die in those days?"

At that time, the body he controlled was falling towards the chessboard where the lifeless robbery manifested, and it was falling towards the robbery eye.

It seems to be irrevocably heading towards the end, facing death.

But his voice was so flat!

He has the calmness to hold on to the gods, and the confidence to play against the gods!

In the entire underwater cave, the still active consciousness is not limited to these two.

The first inner government.Jiang Wang sat cross-legged with five hearts facing the sky.

He completely ignored the battle between Baigu Zunshen and Zhuang Chengqian.Also unable to intervene.

No matter whether the final winner is Baigu Zunshen or Zhuang Chengqian, he is the first existence to be eliminated.Because of his body, he has been selected.

Whether it was chosen by Zhuang Chengqian as Jiang Wang's body, or as Zhuang Chengqian's new body by the White Bone Zunshen, there was no difference in the results.

Like an ant, he can only wait for the outcome of the fight between the two giants, and the only difference he can expect is which giant will be trampled to death.

What kind of courage and what kind of strength do you need to face such a desperate situation?
No matter from which point of view, he has no way, no chance.

The mountains and rivers are exhausted, there is no way, and the boat is not straight to the bridge!
But he didn't give up.

Not the slightest bit of giving up.

He even seized the last time and was still practicing.

The body was occupied, and he cultivated the soul.

There is no way to seek outside, so I seek inside to make myself as strong as possible.

At any moment, in any situation, he always has to do something.

Ants can't change the outcome of being trampled to death by a giant, but perhaps, you can try to bite the giant and try to return the pain as much as possible.

Although the pain may be insignificant, it may not even be noticed.

But this is an unyielding struggle for life.

Life is endless, and the struggle is endless.

"I really appreciate you. Your talent, character, and will are more precious than your spiritual talent."

Zhuang Chengqian appeared at this time, outside the first inner palace: "If you were my heir, I would definitely leave all my career to you."

There are some regrets in his words.Putting everything aside, Jiang Wang is after all a boy from the country of Zhuang.If he had been able to continue his grand career, then today, he might not be able to train this young man well, and he might not be able to look forward to his future.

Looking at the country you created, the arrogance of heaven is bright, isn't it a glory?

"My father is just an ordinary medicinal herbs merchant. He can't carry it on his hands or shoulders. He was not extraordinary and died of disease. But I know..." Jiang Wang opened his eyes: "He will never watch me die! "

The implication is that there is no need to cover up-

How can you be my father?
"The people you believe in, just haven't been tested."

Zhuang Chengqian didn't get angry, just said something lightly, then clenched his fist lightly, and the blue handprint that sealed the inner palace disappeared.And he took one step and stepped into the inner palace!
Almost at the same time, Jiang Wang jumped up and slaughtered with a drum and sword!

Although the strength is different, they still have to fight to the death.

Zhuang Chengqian grabbed the sword with a slap, and with another slap, he had already pinched the neck of Jiang Wang's spirit manifestation.

At this moment, there is no need for him to cover up half a point, just crush it directly.

Lifting Jiang Wang's spirit with a big hand, he jumped out of the inner palace just like catching a weak chicken.

"Before in Tongtian Palace."

"You ask me...why you, right?"

Zhuang Chengqian's spirit, holding Jiang Wang's spirit, jumped out of this body.

The body is still falling.

And Zhuang Chengqian's spirit leaped in front of his body, accelerated suddenly, and pressed Jiang Wang's spirit to the only dark robbed eye on the lifeless chessboard.

"This is the answer!"

　3k strong, so terrifying.

　
(End of this chapter)