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Chapter 874 Loulan Deputy Town (4)

The vast chaos.

The mutated Liangyitian is like a pale eyeball, suspended in the chaos, emitting a dense white light, dyeing the nearby chaos and tides into a pale white.

In the eyes of Lingqi and the twelve holy spirits, this is a lighthouse, a lighthouse that has infected the will of Emperor Tailong and Daoyun. hot.

Abandon heresy ways, and go to the only true bright road between heaven and earth.

How great.

What justice.

How tolerant.

Ling Qi and the twelve holy spirits were so moved by their great deeds and noble deeds that they almost burst into tears—their deeds were comparable to saints, they were the supreme perfection, they were so glorious that words cannot describe them at all their greatness and sublime.

Their own disciples fell here, they did not retaliate wantonly, they did not slaughter Liangyitian, they did not completely destroy Liangyitian, but instead gave the creatures of these two Yitians a chance to pursue the right path...

This is simply revenge with virtue.

This is simply...

Sorry, Lingqi and the Twelve Holy Spirits read less, so I can't find too many suitable words to praise myself.

Ling Qi could only quietly admire the Liangyitian, which was burning with light and heat, with a happy smile that suddenly became clear after ten years of constipation, while the twelve holy spirits held their hands like bouquets of flowers on their chests. The three pairs of huge wings in front and behind emit endless light and heat. They looked at Lingqi devoutly, and waves of golden light shot out from their brows, which were full of endless praise for Lingqi. meaning.

Nobody noticed.

Lu Bi didn't, Linghu didn't, Linghu Wuyou, Qingfeng Commander, Lingqi and others didn't, and even the most unpredictable and powerful Tianshu Laojun present couldn't detect that the two After Yitian was forcibly transformed into a mutation, only a dozen or so breaths away, at a distance of about a hundred "heaven diameters" from Liangyitian, a figure quietly appeared.

A thin, patched gray monk's robe, a pair of rough hemp shoes on his feet, a string of [-] bone rosary beads the size of broad beans hanging on his fingers, made from an unknown bone mill. His figure is thin but tall.

At first glance, this is a secular world, an ordinary old monk practicing wild fox meditation in a small temple on a barren mountain.

However, on the top of the old monk's head, a piece of skin and bones the size of a palm occasionally shimmered, changing from ordinary skin color to clear glass texture.

It can be seen that in his mind, there is a bubble of colorful crystal liquid flowing.

The turbulent liquid surface is like a sea, on which a golden lotus flower is suspended, rising and falling with the rolling crystal liquid.On the small lotus platform in the middle of the lotus, there is a naked little monk who is like a three-year-old child, curled up, lying comfortably on the lotus platform, snoring heartily.

Countless extremely small golden writing slowly revolved around the little monk, and occasionally these golden writing turned into a hazy golden glow, and when they fell on the little monk, they turned into a golden cassock and wrapped around him.

With the sound of snoring, the golden cassock suddenly disintegrated, and turned into countless tiny golden characters, spinning around the little monk.

In the continuous condensation and scattering of the gold characters, the crystal liquid rolled up and down. In the colorful crystal liquid, there were faint shadows of mountains, rivers and mountains. Between the mountains, rivers and mountains, there were countless ancient temples and Zen forests. The silhouettes of the measured monks and monks flickered and moved.

"My Buddha!" ​​From a long distance away, the old monk stood quietly in the chaos, his eyes looked through the infinite tide of chaos, and quietly looked at the mutated Liangyitian.

The old monk chanted the Buddha's name softly, and the old monk suddenly sneered, and the indifference was as cold as a knife, falling on Ling Lin's overly delicate and perfect face, which was like a hand-carved little face: "Holy Spirit... Oh! "

"The way of heaven has reincarnation, you wait, and wait."

The old monk's wrinkled old face moved slightly, his eyes penetrated through the burning and shining atmosphere of Liangyitian, through layers of restraints, and even through the picture of the Buddha holding flowers and preaching. On the body of the three-burial monk.

The old monk pursed his lips and smiled, and said softly: "I am a Buddhist, and there are successors."

Sen Ran looked away from the three-buried monk, and the old monk looked deeply at Lu Tong again.This time, he frowned, looked Lu Qi up and down for a long, long time, and then shook his head lightly: "The risk is too great...but...be prepared? What if? Hehe! Linghu... even if it can only Let them be a little unhappy, and this old man will be very happy."

The old monk gritted his teeth.

In my mind, on the crystal liquid, in the middle of the golden lotus, the snow-white and pink little monk suddenly opened his eyes, a pair of burning eyes, completely condensed by two balls of crimson karmic fire, like two blazing red suns, engulfing the whole mind. In an instant, it turned into a bloody color full of anger and madness.

The old monk's body trembled slightly.

He panted heavily, the muscles on his body swelled and jumped bit by bit, and his figure was slowly pulled away bit by bit... Under his skin, sharp bone spurs pierced the flesh bit by bit, bit by bit extremely slowly and slowly. Difficult to grow out.Like a ferocious beast, the old monk accumulated and spread little by little.

The old monk was like an ancient volcano on the verge of eruption, a terrifying force and desire was about to erupt from the depths of his body, and everything around him would be wiped out.

The hands of the old monk with the bone rosary on them had turned into two terrifyingly shaped claws, huge, dark, and burning with blood-colored karma, like dragon claws, with black, shiny barbs sprouting from the joints. The hook and the claws are covered with dense black scales. Each of these scales is like a separate living thing. The scales open and close rapidly, colliding with each other, making a unique sound like countless soldiers fighting wildly on the battlefield. Jingle 'boom.

"Hold it, hold it back..." The old monk gritted his teeth, his body trembling slightly: "I can't kill it, I can't kill it... for the time being, I can't kill it... heh, hehe... for a lifetime, not for a while... for a long time, Don't plan for a while... hold back, hold back... endure, must endure..."

"Hehe, this little girl from the Holy Spirit family is so pink and cute, I really want to cut open her skull, take the most moist little piece at the top, and carefully polish it into a rosary..."

"But, hold back, hold back...just an ordinary running dog of the Holy Spirit...I don't lack such a common-quality rosary...The next rosary must be a great emperor's... Hehe, use it The rosary made from the emperor's skull must have infinite power and wonder!"

The old monk smiled ferociously, and his two eyeballs turned dark red like the little monk in the golden lotus, emitting a faint fire light.

He panted deeply, and with a slight sway of his body, his figure merged with the chaotic tide around him, making it difficult to capture his existence anymore.It's just that occasionally a red flame flashed by in the chaotic tide, which is enough to show that he didn't stay away, but followed Lu Yu and others with unpredictable magical powers.

Liangyitian.

The sky, the ground, the city, the wasteland... Countless creatures, countless monks, quietly looked up at the sky.Their whole bodies were burning with a faint flame, and a faint white light shone in their eyes.

In the minds of all living beings, there is a tiny voice, telling them about the greatness of 'Tailin', proclaiming the glory of 'Tailin' to them, and conveying an unshakable belief, an absolute idea, an ultimate The goal of life has penetrated deeply into the depths of their souls:
Practice with all your strength, soar to the Supreme Taichu Heaven, join Emperor Tailin's command, conquer the Quartet for Emperor Tailin, and bathe in the glory of Emperor Tailin forever!

In the entire Liangyitian, all living beings have become the craziest followers of Emperor Tailin.

Daoxiu, no more.

Buddha cultivator, no more.

All the remnants of demons and ghosts are gone.

What disputes, what differences, all kinds of past personal grievances, sect grievances, all disappeared in that warm, extreme, and extremely xenophobic light.

From then on, we are a family that loves each other. There will be no more fights, no more conflicts. We will put our hearts together, put our strength together, mobilize all our resources together, practice with all our strength, and support one after another with all our strength. It is enough for a proud son of heaven to ascend to the upper realm!
"Go to the upper realm!" A bald old monk shouted hysterically.

"My lord's holy life is boundless!" An old Taoist holding a Zijin Ruyi shouted with tears at the top of his lungs.

"My lord..." Countless creatures knelt down on the ground and bowed to the Emperor Tailin in the upper realm. Bet on these worthless nether ants.

In the huge Liangyitian, only in the small cave, only the three-burial monk managed to maintain a glimmer of clarity.

He sat cross-legged on the ground, chanting mysterious mantras in a low voice, resisting the 'purification' and 'transformation' brought about by Lingqi's terrifying blow.

On the altar, the picture of the Buddha holding flowers and giving a sermon emits a faint light, protecting the whole body of the three-burial monk.If it were not for this preaching map, the three-burial monk would have already become a fanatical follower of Emperor Tailin after Lingqi's blow.

"The poison is endless!" Monk Sanbu suddenly sneered, "Tailin... someday... someday..."

Amidst the sneer, Monk Sanbu suddenly raised his head, and murmured in surprise, "It seems that there is an old friend passing by? Well, it must be an illusion... The old friend of the old monk has long since disappeared, and his name has not been passed down between heaven and earth. , how can you have old friends?"

"In the whole world, there is only this old man, remember you?"

"I still remember you."

"So, you are not truly annihilated... As long as the old monk still remembers you, no matter how slim the hope is, there is still a glimmer of hope, isn't it?"

The third buried monk smiled: "As long as I still remember you!"

(End of this chapter)