Peach Blossom Comes Back

A bright yellow figure flitted forward, golden light flickered in the ears, and the needle-like object instantly turned into a wishful stick that could be held in the hand. When facing the enemy, the runes on the stick appeared more clearly than usual The gentleness of the moment has more chilling meaning.

Jumping towards the black shadow, there seems to be an unknown heat in the air.

"Huh~"

The white-faced man in black hooked his mouth, and his pupils showed the handsome face of the Ling King full of murderous intent. He still stood with his hands behind his back, letting the gust of wind lift up his clothes, and said in an extremely disdainful tone:

"It's just a magic weapon for measuring water."

The Spirit King didn't respond to the enemy's disdain, but the light in his eyes became a little brighter.

When stepping on this soil, when looking at those flustered goblins, when walking, smelling the smell of peach blossoms.His heart has finally settled down like the sand accumulated in the water.

Staying in this Lingshan Mountain for hundreds of years, I have witnessed countless times of withered vegetation, and seen countless times of sunset and sunset.When the trees in the forest fell down, they were still deeply rooted into the land with their strong roots. Even the little peach demon once grabbed her sleeve one day and said that the last thing she wanted to see was This Lingshan is no longer, let alone Monkey King who has been with the mountain for a longer time.

What's more, the Spirit King who was supposed to stick to one side?

No matter what, he's going to fight for it.

Fight for a quiet mountain with luxuriant foliage, fight for a sunrise and sunset on a spiritual mountain.

The moment the golden light touched the black shadow, King Ling had already grasped the golden cudgel in his hand, and the moment it was raised, a gale raged again, rolling up the fallen leaves and forming a force.

When it was hit, there was a sound of splitting wind in the air.

It was aimed at the shoulder of the black shadow, but the magic weapon pressed on the side of the neck was difficult to move forward, as if there was a thick and unshakable rock underneath.

A trace of doubt flashed in the brown eyes, as if he was puzzled by the current situation.

It shouldn't.

He always thought that he could resolve all the obstacles that stood in front of him with the momentum and mind that stood upright to the world. This was the case in a hundred years of practice, and it was also the same in the later preaching of exterminating demons.

But in everything, there will be exceptions that cannot be consistent.

The dark sharp claws grasped the body of the stick, and the fingertips twitched on the magic weapon made of black iron, a string of golden sparks popped up, and it was only in time to see the black lines under the long and narrow eyes twist, and it was not even in time The reaction was a smile or some other emotion, and it was thrown out.

Violently, it was thrown on the stone wall on the side of the cliff.

With a muffled sound, the yellow figure hit and fell on the stone wall. The original bright, warm and touching color was stained with dust, and the neckline to the side shoulders were cracked, which was scratched by black sharp claws when it was thrown out.

The Spirit King who was born in a chic world probably never experienced such embarrassment.

He exerted all his strength, but the man was able to easily defuse him, and even turned back.

The difference between cloud and earth.

These four words hit King Ling's heart like a thunderbolt. Throughout the thousands of years in the world, there has never been a time when he was so different from others.

On the day he absorbed the aura of heaven and earth and became enlightened, he thought he had become a unique existence in the world. He looked down on the rules and regulations, and could not bear the laughter and scolding of others. Dead dead, go away.

Even if a person is alone in this world, he still lives recklessly.

How could he have thought that one day, such a thing would crush his pride under his feet.

A myriad of thoughts formed in my heart, and I didn't care much about the attacks I made again. I swung forward again and again, and retreated again and again. When I landed on the ground, the dust flew up, and the scene in front of me became unreal. .

One can only vaguely distinguish the sand and gravel, the gray dust, the howling wind in the mountains, and the dark clouds and mist gathered in the sky.

Just like the day he was born.

It was the same on the day he was born, the weather was difficult to distinguish, the thunder was floating, the dark clouds were rolling in, and the dust, sand and stones were violently rising, as if this land had come to the end of its evolution.

At that time, he was alone, and his spiritual wisdom was not yet developed, but he was just a stubborn rock, clinging to the high cliff, after a hundred years of wind and rain.I don't understand the sadness of the impermanence of the world, nor the joy of snuggling with each other.

The palms of the hands had been scratched by the dust and stones, and they didn't go deep into the bones, but they were all covered with blood, and a bright red blood stain in the throat stained the cloth around the neck.He couldn't feel the pain in his body, but his eyes were red when the white-faced man raised a mocking smile.

The brown pupils were stained with blood red.

The unwilling and angry eyes seemed to please the black shadow, and he stopped waving the magic seal in his hand, and stepped down step by step from mid-air, until he was in front of the spirit king who was lying prone and unable to support himself.

"It's no wonder you can't recognize me," the monster's voice was still shrill, "How can you remember me at the beginning of the world when you lived for more than a thousand years?"

King Ling's eyes widened in an instant, full of disbelief.

"Don't be so surprised. I was only suppressed during the battle between immortals and demons. After all these years, it's time for me to come out and take a look."

Hands clasped together like eagle claws, "After all, the world is peaceful now..." After finishing speaking, the voice paused slightly,

"And I... really don't like Taiping very much..."

The long and narrow eyes couldn't restrain the gloom, and when he flicked his sleeves, accompanied by the sound of the wind, long scars were drawn on the arms of the lying King Ling.

Chaos, born at the beginning of the world.

Fierce, brutal.

King Ling couldn't imagine what the world would be like if he really allowed this thing to cause chaos.

In this world, in this world, he grew up on a cliff and a rock, and was nurtured by the natural spiritual power to take shape and run around the world. No matter how lonely and bumpy the road was in the past thousand years, or came to this spiritual mountain later, he knew those A little fairy, met such a stupid monkey.

It's an inseparable part of his heart.

Whether he likes it or not, he must do his best to hold on to the world that has given him too much.

As soon as this idea came to his mind, King Ling felt a kind of warmth rising from his heart, and there seemed to be a steady stream of momentum coming towards him from the ground where he lay prone. Those rocks, those gravel, the undulating mountains, the towering All the cliffs have spiritual power to gather towards him.

"Not bad~" There was a look of appreciation in the chaotic slender eyes.

"It's still possible to achieve enlightenment at this point." The sharp claws clasped together, and slapped three times slowly, with a smile in the corner of his eyes, seemingly joyful.

Flashing lightning condensed in the slender palm, hovering in midair.

When the dim yellow figure stood up, he waved his palm, and the thunder and lightning with the size of his palm pierced the wind, getting bigger and bigger, turning into a snake shape with the thickness of an adult's arm, and leaping away hoarsely.

When it hit it, gunpowder smoke filled the air, and the turbid smoke covered up all the scenes in front of the stone wall.

Silently, like a foregone conclusion.

"Even if you realize the Tao, what's the use?" The sharp tip of the tongue licked the cracks between the fingers that swayed the lightning, bringing out a winding wet trail.

There was irrepressible excitement in the question, and tiny flames burned in the pupils of the eyes, carrying some unknown initial joy.

But when the smoke and dust dissipated, he saw a thin figure standing like a green pine.