The first Buddha in history

boom!

Xiao Tianjie has a total of 49 times, and now it has been split for a full three months, with a total of 48 times.

The little flower in Xie Zhenghong's hand has bloomed again and again, and it has bloomed for the ninth time now.

But Xie Zhenghong knew that no matter what, this flower could not bloom for the tenth time.

That strange emotion gradually faded from Xie Zhenghong's heart, and he didn't even have time to experience it for a while, and then disappeared with the thunder after another, but he could no longer enter that mysterious realm.

Xie Zhenghong is not greedy, it is a great fortune to get such an opportunity.

He even felt that the Great Sun God Palm he used in that state of mind was far more powerful than the current one.In other words, that's where he's headed.It is more useful to light a guiding lamp for a monk than to tell him how to walk this way.At least for Xie Zhenghong, that was the case.

I don't know if the senior is looking at me at this moment?

When Xie Zhenghong was quietly waiting for the last catastrophe to come down, such a thought suddenly came to his mind.

Wen Chunxiang, who was tied up on the mountain behind Yinzhen Temple, was not feeling very well at the moment.

Hell, what kind of contract did I sign with the little monk?

Wen Chunxiang felt a little unwell when he heard the rumbling sound in his ear.

He is a seriously injured patient right now, the distraction can hardly maintain his human form, he just wants to return to his body and take a good rest?But just a few months ago, Lei Jie's voice began to be heard one after another in his ears.

A loud bang woke him up from his sleep.There was another bang, almost planning to adjust his breath.

Boom boom boom, uninterrupted, one after another, it is almost impossible to take a good rest.

Wen Chunxiang wasn't stupid in the first place, on the contrary he was pretty smart, so he naturally thought of the little monk at the moment.

After all, the little monk was about to shatter his pill into a baby before he left.

What he never expected was that he and the little monk were separated by a world, yet he could still be affected by that damn contract, and he could hear the huge roar coming from his ears.It is impossible to block it!

If he knew this was the case, he might as well show up...

stop.

Even so, it was impossible for him to stay by the little monk's side all the time.

How could the little monk discover the secret he had hidden for many years?

This day, the thunder has already struck 48 times, and only the last one is missing.Wen Chunxiang didn't have the slightest liking for things like Tianlei, and several unlucky accidents in his life were all inseparable from this damn Tianlei.Although he was a little surprised that the little monk had to go through such a catastrophe, but thinking of the benefits that the little monk could get in this catastrophe, Wen Chunxiang was not worried.

The advantage of choosing the little monk as the contractor is that he doesn't have to worry that the little monk will die under the catastrophe.

The golden light of merit on the little monk's body is almost thick, and he is the reincarnation of a great power in the Buddhist world. If he is killed by the catastrophe, it will be really ridiculous.

That's what I said, but...Wen Chunxiang still has a little worry in his heart.

What if, what if the little monk is not lucky enough?

No one can guarantee this kind of thing!

This last thunder is not comparable to the previous thunder.If the little monk didn't risk his life, he wouldn't be able to resist at all.Besides, how long has the little monk been in the golden elixir period, can his physical fitness keep up?

Wen Chunxiang fell into hard thinking, trying to forget some bad thoughts in his mind.

It's just that the more I want to forget, the more I care about it.

Could it be that I really pushed him too hard.

After three years of broken pills and babies, this request will scare a lot of people to death.

Suddenly, Wen Chunxiang heard another loud boom, which almost made him feel a little bad.

The spectator monks in the Jingzang Small World almost subconsciously flew away from the original area, running as far as they could, so as not to be accidentally struck by the last thunder as a helper.

This is not a joke.

This last thunderstorm has been brewing for so long, it's really not something these little shrimps can bear.

Xie Zhenghong looked up at the sky, and saw that the dark clouds had begun to dissipate, and the faint golden light was so thin that it was almost transparent.In that transparent film, a purple-black sky thunder quickly dyed it black, and then, mixed with the aura of thunder, struck at Xie Zhenghong.

The thunder of heaven engulfed Xie Zhenghong and this spiritual mountain including him, and the entire mountain was surrounded by shining lightning. From a distance, it looked like a huge beam of light connecting the sky and the earth.

The shadow in the beam of light was so small it was almost invisible.

"This... is this the catastrophe of a broken pill becoming a baby?" a Golden Core cultivator muttered to himself, almost terrified.

No wonder so many Golden Core cultivators died at the threshold of this broken pill becoming an infant. Out of a hundred Golden Core cultivators, at most one or two Nascent Soul cultivators could emerge, and the rest either died on the way, or Died before this last step, and achieved Nascent Soul like this, so how many famous monks have been buried by the word ascension?

Fighting against the sky, every time you have to be prepared to never return.

This scene left a shadow in the hearts of many onlookers who watched the Golden Core cultivators, and they never dared to take the last step into the Nascent Soul throughout their lives.They would rather exchange elixir, exchange magic tools to prolong life, and find a way to survive the catastrophe safely, rather than rely on themselves to resist the thunder of that day.

Pei Yuyun looked at Xie Zhenghong in the distance in surprise, and the lazy temperament on her body was swept away.

good good!

This is the model of my generation of monks!

This is the way of Buddhist cultivation he longs for.

Who said that Buddhist cultivation cannot go against the sky like Dharma cultivation, what Dharma cultivation can do, Buddha cultivation can also do!

Xie Zhenghong was enveloped by the huge sky thunder, and the cassock on his body was torn to pieces unconsciously.His body was full of a burning smell, and he knew without looking that he must be a "fragrant" person now.

The thunder scorched his body and entered the dantian between his brows, and the whole sea of ​​consciousness was thrown into chaos by the thunder.

The golden core was smashed open by Tianlei abruptly, almost shattered.

Xie Zhenghong could hardly feel his own pain, he was almost dead, so why would he care about the pain?In comparison, mental pain is more deadly.

In the blink of an eye, Xie Zhenghong calmed down.

He tried his best to remind himself of the mysterious state before, which was a gift from heaven to him.

He has already reached the last step of becoming a baby, so naturally he cannot back down.

Out of the corner of Xie Zhenghong's eye, he suddenly saw the bead string in his hand.

No, it no longer looks like a string of beads, but has turned into the yellowed parchment when Xie Zhenghong and Wen Chunxiang first met.It's just that I don't know what kind of material this paper is. Under the intensity of the thunder, the camouflage was only removed, but the paper itself was not damaged at all.

Presumably, even if the senior is still inside at this moment, he won't suffer much harm.

Xie Zhenghong lost his mind and thought about this, and couldn't help but want to smile.

This last thunderstorm lasted a bit long.

Some of the onlookers couldn't help feeling sorry for Xie Zhenghong.

Such a powerful sky thunder, can this half-Buddha true monarch survive?

No matter how powerful a monk is, he dare not say that he will be able to survive the catastrophe.

What's more, this is such a powerful catastrophe?

"What's the hurry, it's not over yet." A lazy voice sounded, and immediately stopped the monks who wanted to leave.

Who is that?

He was carrying a magic weapon that concealed his cultivation, so he couldn't identify it.

But to be able to stand here with them and watch the catastrophe and move freely, he must be a monk above the golden core stage.

"Why did this fellow Taoist say that?" A monk cupped his hands and asked, "The sky thunder has lasted for too long, and it is gradually showing signs of weakening, but the half-Buddha True Monarch hasn't come out yet, it's really..."

"If you can't do it, it doesn't mean he can't do it." The voice continued, "Look, what is that?"

Many monks looked in the direction the man pointed, and their eyes gradually widened.

In the beam of light, there is actually a figure?

Is it Xie Zhenghong?

Pei Yuyun withdrew her hand and stopped talking.

He didn't want to say anything to these people, but he felt that a Buddhist cultivator as powerful as Xie Zhenghong should be respected by everyone in this small world dominated by Buddhist cultivators. Even he felt that such a powerful catastrophe It's too incredible.

When Pei Yuyun was still a mortal, she heard such a saying.

Heaven will send a great mission to the people of Sri Lanka, and they must first work hard on their minds and wills, labor their muscles and bones, and starve their bodies and skins.

The same is true for monks.

The beam of light gradually dissipated, and the sky slowly returned to its original color.

The figure in the beam of light became more and more clear, and finally it was clearly imprinted in everyone's eyes.

It was a handsome monk wearing a top-quality cassock.

His skin exudes a jade-like luster, mixed with a trace of purple-black, which is exactly the appearance of Tianlei's quenched body.

His hair and eyebrows were not left, and his whole person looked like an ice sculpture.

However, the aura on his body is very powerful, so he can feel the pressure from such a distance.

Is this Nascent Soul cultivator?

Why can't this be Nascent Soul cultivator!

"Congratulations real."

Many monks quickly came to their senses and congratulated Xie Zhenghong who was in the distance.

Obviously, Xie Zhenghong has successfully conceived a baby.

Xie Zhenghong waved his hands, signaling that they don't have to do this.

The Purple Mansion between Xie Zhenghong's eyebrows has opened, a white and tender young monk who looks like a miniature version of Xie Zhenghong is quietly staying in the Purple Mansion, sitting silently, looking extremely cute.

Xie Zhenghong tried to restrain the breath on his body, so as not to hurt others too much.

Compared with the power possessed by the Nascent Soul cultivator, compared with the Jindan cultivator, it is the difference between the sea and the small stream.

Xie Zhenghong took a deep breath, and gradually looked in the direction of Pei Yuyun.

Under everyone's envious and jealous eyes, Pei Yuyun obediently stepped forward and flew to Xie Zhenghong's side.

Xie Zhenghong smiled, and took Pei Yuyun on the treasure ship that traveled across the world, to the place where the small world of scriptures traveled, and headed towards the world in Daochun.

Xie Zhenghong touched his bald head, feeling guilty secretly.

I don't know what kind of face the senior will have when he sees him losing his hair?