Master of the Worlds

Chapter 217 Where Did Master Go?

fire!
Fire!

Endless fire!
The world-destroying flames are blazing, as if they want to devour the Three Realms.

On the edge of chaos, 33 days away, the space is shattered, and the black flames of the world beyond the sky are rolling down.

The Lingxiao Palace will be turned into fly ash, the sacred land of Yaochi will not be left, and the broken walls and ruins will fall one after another. The Heavenly Court, which has stood for nine days and ruled the world since the Lich's calamity, was completely shattered in an instant and turned into history.

Above the Milky Way, against the black flames that descended like annihilation, the pig that turned into the main body of the Chaos Beast ran frantically towards the bright moon.

Family!
There is his home, there are people waiting for his return!

how canHow could this be?How could he be willing to watch her being swallowed by this terrifying black flame?

Even...Even if it's death, this time, he will hold her hand and never let go!

The last time, a parting, had exhausted all his courage!

Compared to death, he was more afraid of being separated from her again!
Since the beginning of the world, he is the Canopy Star Lord, responsible for guarding the Tianhe, and she is the Taiyin Star Lord, responsible for the rotation of the Taiyin Star.

The two have been together for hundreds of millions of years, how can they part again?How can bear another separation?

Even if he dies, even if his soul is gone, even if his true spirit does not exist, this time, he must hold her hand tightly and remember her smile!

snow!
The snow of ecstasy!
Black snowflakes fell all over the sky.

Huaguo Mountain, this overseas fairy mountain, the ancestor of the Ten Continents, gradually lost its vitality in the heavy snow.

The immortal monkey grandchildren who were removed from the book of life and death, wandered in the three realms and six realms, fell one by one under the black snow of ecstasy.

Those who fall cannot stand up again.

This is actually a lifetime.

Their corpses, their flesh and blood, were melted in the black snow, swallowed by the heavy snow, turned into a part of the black snow, and then used the same method to swing the butcher's knife of death at their former comrades-in-arms and brothers!
No, they don't want to, they really don't want to!

It's just that they are already dead!

To die is to see nothing, hear nothing, feel nothing, and think nothing, just like when you were not born.

Therefore, they who died, who turned into Hei Xue, are no longer themselves!
It's just that, looking at his former companions, being deprived of their vitality by death, they turned into messengers of death, and then deprived themselves of their own lives.

For the living, how cruel is this scene?

On the top of Huaguo Mountain, they struggled to support the barrier and protect their home, but all the monkey could do was to slow down the swallowing speed of the black snowflakes.

He watched helplessly, watching his children and grandchildren fall down one by one, swallowed by the black blood one by one, he couldn't do anything.

Do not!
He can't do anything!
He is a monkey fighting against heaven and earth, he would rather die than lose!
Facing the dance music of death, he wants to fight for a way out with the iron cudgel that circulates with invisible force in his hand.

Even if it is death, he cannot fall down!

"You, hide behind me!" the monkey said, looking back at the girl who had been guarded by him all the time.

Turning around, looking up, looking at the figure in the sky shrouded in holy light, the monkey's eyes were full of unruly fighting intent.

"Come on!" The iron rod in his hand pointed to the powerful and trembling figure above the nine heavens. Under the gaze of the remaining creatures in the three realms, he slowly and extremely firmly grasped the iron rod in his hand and pointed at it. The figure in the sky.

However, his battle did not start here.

The hand that has been detailed grabbed his arm from behind, and gently, but with an irresistible force, pulled him behind her.

Liusha River, here, is the place of his nightmare, the beginning of his suffering, and the beginning of his happiness.

Here is his indelible memory.

Looking at the quicksand river water that was gradually melted by the shining light spots, the bearded man subconsciously widened his eyes.

"666!" He opened his mouth for a long time, but in the end, he only uttered these four words!

Yes, as a salted fish, what else can he say at this moment?

Let him recite a poem?He didn't have that kind of talent either.

Let him fight to the death for his own family, even if he is a salted fish, he has that kind of courage.

But, this is not his home, this is not the place he wants to protect!
His home has been destined since the first time he shouted "666". There is only one place!

So, as a salted fish who only needs to shout "666", at this moment, facing such a scene, what else can he do besides shouting "666"?

Sad?
sad?
Even if he is a salted fish, he is still a salted fish with dreams!

However, what he needs to protect, his real home, his family, is not there!

What to take, what to take to make him burst out the courage to fight to the death?

Xihai Dragon Palace, watching the last ancestor of their dragon clan fell to the ground, looking at the last clansman of their own, with a firm face, grabbed out his heart with his hands, refined the most original blood essence and injected it into his body.

Watching each clansman turn into dragon corpses.

Green dragons, red dragons, yellow dragons, and even black dragons, who were expelled from the dragon clan long ago and regarded as traitors, fell one after another in front of him, piling up into mountains made of dragon corpses.

Ao Lie felt a flame burning in his heart.

The one who fell just now was the father who gave him life and raised him to become a talent!

The Dragon King of Xihai, the old dragon who didn't have the courage to resist when his own child was pushed to the Dragon Slaying Platform by the Heavenly Court and was about to be executed.

In the face of the survival of the race, he finally stood up for the first time.

Who said that the Dragon Clan has used the word "counseling" throughout their lives since the early robbery of the Dragon Han Dynasty?
Who said that apart from swallowing their anger and being submissive, the Dragon Clan doesn't have any blood at all?
At this moment, in front of him, there is no cowardly dragon who is trying to survive, no traitor who was expelled from the dragon clan.

In the face of the rise and fall of the Three Realms, the grievances among races have long since become unimportant.

They, who fell one by one, poured their own blood into their bodies one by one, just to wake up the clansman of the blood of the Chaos Dragon Ancestor who was sleeping in their bodies.

They are all heroes of the Dragon Clan!

With their own deaths, they washed away the humiliation endured by the dragon clan for countless calamities!
I felt it, when the last clansman instilled power into himself at the cost of his life, Ao Lie felt the revival of the ancient blood.

He heard the powerful heartbeat in his body.

That was not his heartbeat, it was the revival from the ancient blood.

That belonged to the blood of the once strongest dragon clan.

That is the blood of the Chaos Dragon Ancestor who once fought against Pangu in the chaos for three days and three nights, and was finally beheaded because he lost to the power of Pangu's axe and was not guarded by the jade plate!
At this moment, the boundaries of time and space have been crossed, and the cycle of eternal reincarnation has been crossed.

He, once again, reproduced the world in his descendants, reproduced this world that was opened up at the cost of the lives of three thousand demon gods.

In the chaos, in order to protect his homeland, he fought against Pangu and died with no regrets. Now, the blood in his descendants has been revived, and a mighty power has been transmitted across the river of time. He wants to make the final battle for his own world. fight!
Feeling the power in his body that was powerful enough to tear apart space and flow against time, Ao Lie slowly raised his head and looked at the figure shrouded in boundless darkness in the sky.

All the disciples are in an unfavorable situation, so where is Mu Feng as the master?
Time went back to the moment when the master and apprentice arrived at Lingxiao Palace.

"You don't need to be enlightened, you just need to be a salted fish that can shout 666!" Looking at the stupid and cute apprentice in front of him, Mu Feng rubbed his temples and said so.

The bearded man: "." It's so uncomfortable, I want to cry, I think, I'm already a useless fish!

"Amitabha Buddha! I thought it would take you more than ten years to arrive, but it took only half a year for you to arrive at Daleiyin Temple! In fact, it is the luck of all sentient beings!"

Seeing the masters and apprentices suddenly appearing in the Daxiong Palace, especially with a woman in the team, all the Buddhists were stunned for a moment.

In the end, Duobao Tathagata, who recovered from the bewilderment the fastest, looked at the master and apprentice standing in the center of the hall and said so.

In fact, he intended to reprimand him, but seeing the pig whose realm he couldn't see through, the monkey that gave him a dangerous aura, and even the little white dragon gave him a sense of danger.

In the end, he obediently swallowed the words of reproach, and expressed his affirmation of the scripture-learning team without saying what he meant.

But, obviously, neither Mufeng nor the few disciples who just found their way home have any plans to inscribe with him here.

so.
"Stop talking nonsense, hurry up and get the scriptures and send them back to Dongtu Tang. After the merits and virtues are completed, I'm still rushing home, old pig!"

how many years?

Ten thousand years?

Twenty thousand years?
million years?
Anyway, he himself didn't know how long he hadn't been home, Zhuzhu was very anxious in his heart!
Many Treasures Tathagata: "." Is this like a Buddhist disciple should behave in the face of their Buddha?
All the Buddhist disciples: "." If we can't beat you, we will attack you so madly, we would have beaten you in groups!
"Ahem!" Duobao Tathagata, who had forgotten how many thousands of years he had never been sick, coughed twice to cover up the embarrassment in his heart.

After a pause, looking at the impatient masters and apprentices below, he said hesitantly, "It stands to reason that if you can reach the Great Leiyin Temple, you will have completed your merits and virtues and can obtain the Western Classic, but"

"But?" The monkey narrowed his eyes, revealing a dangerous aura.

"Great Sage. Great Sage, don't panic!"

Even though he has been enlightened for many years, facing the monkey at this moment, Duobao Tathagata still can't help but see his head.

"Great Sage, Shakyamuni Tathagata Buddha was suppressed by your master at the bottom of the Five Elements Mountain. We, the Western Sutra, cannot pass it on from generation to generation!"

In a word, all the disciples unanimously cast their eyes on Mufeng where the old god was standing there.

"Well, for 490 years, Sakyamuni has sincerely repented at the foot of the Five Elements Mountain. It is really commendable. Today, the sentence is commuted by ten years and released today!"

Mu Feng's voice was not loud, but with the blessing of a mysterious force, it instantly spread throughout the three realms and six realms.

The next moment, Shakyamuni Tathagata Buddha appeared on top of the Daxiong Hall with a bewildered face, and the same return was the Five Elements Mountain that belonged to the monkeys!

(End of this chapter)