After leaving the Black Rooster Country, Meng Lu did not immediately return to the Chechi Country, but turned into a flowing shadow and walked in one direction.

Traveling to the west in the world, there are many mountains and rivers, and between the mountains and rivers, there are many big demons and demons who are fierce in the world.

For example, Baihu Mountain and Huangfengling are such two mountains and rivers crisscrossed by big demons.

Meng Lu stepped on the streamer, and then came step by step between these two mountains and rivers.

The Yellow Wind Monster of Huangfeng Ridge can't arouse Meng Lu's interest at all, a true immortal-level mole ant may have touched some of the laws of sand a little, but it can't enter Meng Lu's eyes, the white bone essence on White Tiger Mountain has slightly aroused some interest in Meng Lu, and he deliberately stayed to take a look.

After all, this is a secret hand that Meng Lu once placed, and it is not impossible to pay attention to it quietly.

On the White Tiger Mountain, it is different from usual, there is no monstrous demonic intent of the past, but it looks bright, as if a divine treasure was born.

Meng Lu stood high in the sky, and did not exert any magical powers, just by looking down, he could capture the entire scene of White Tiger Mountain in his eyes.

"It's a bit of a miscalculation, the merits are tangible, and the immortals can easily see it, how can this hide from those masters and apprentices. ”

"That's it, this is also a good chess piece, and it can't be wasted. ”

Between the words, Meng Lu raised his hand like a knife, pointed it down, and waved it lightly.

The next moment, the heavens and the earth were silent, and all the visions in the entire White Tiger Mountain suddenly disappeared.

Between this piece of heaven and earth, it seemed that Meng Lu's casual blow to the knife erased something directly from the origin level.

The golden light was gone, and the previous vision was gone.

Not only that, but even the demonic energy here has disappeared completely, leaving only the purest aura.

After doing this, Meng Lu left without looking back.

It's just a mere bone spirit, and it's enough to take a special trip to see it.

And below, in the White Tiger Mountain, in the White Bone Cave, the White Bone Niangniang, who was practicing in retreat, was scared half to death at this time.

At that moment, she was still in retreat, and she was suddenly awakened by a sense of horror, and then she felt a terrifying force that made her tremble, and that power was so strong that even if it was just a little breath, it seemed that it could easily obliterate her.

Shrouded in that breath, let alone resisting, the white bone lady didn't even dare to take a loud breath.

When that power disappeared, the white bone lady was completely relieved: "It's terrible, it's terrible, what kind of existence is that?"

After wading through Baihu Mountain, Meng Lu finally came to the quicksand river between Baihu Mountain and Huangfengling.

Eight hundred miles of quicksand river is muddy, standing on the bank of this mysterious river, looking at it, there is a thin layer of fine sand rolling on the river surface, and the breeze caresses the fine sand dancing on the river surface, it looks beautiful, but under the beautiful scenery, it is a demon that devours people.

The quicksand river, the water is weak water, the goose feathers can't float, the reed flowers sink at the bottom, it is the monk who is not enough to cultivate, and when he steps into it, he will be quickly swallowed up and turned into dry bones in the water.

As soon as he came to this quicksand river, Meng Lu first sensed the deep aura in the sky above the quicksand river.

There are not many breaths, only a few strands, but each strand contains the power of the gods, and it is obvious that they are all successful characters.

"Definitely!"

A word fell, and with a trace of divine power seeping out, the entire sky was frozen in an instant.

The birds were frozen in the air, the white clouds were still, and even the eight hundred miles of quicksand river below were quietly fixed in place at this time.

The next moment, Meng Lu came to the quicksand river, without any movement, he took a step forward directly, and the whole river was flooded with turbulent waves, and then, slowly spread to both sides, and finally, directly listed a broad road.

Meng Lu stepped into it in one step, and within a few steps, he came to the depths of the quicksand river.

At this time, in the depths of the quicksand river, there is a dilapidated and ugly palace, and there is a hairy and ugly man in the palace, who is the last member of the future scripture learners, the sand monk Sha.

Meng Lu didn't look at Sha Seng much, but directly fell on Sha Seng's neck, where were eerie ornaments worn with heads.

Looking at the skull ornament, Meng Lu's eyes lit up, and the next moment, the whole world became different.

Under the blessing of divine light, the original few gloomy and ugly skulls suddenly changed to golden light, all of them flashed with amazing spirituality, if you observe carefully, faintly, it seems that you can hear the voice of ten thousand Buddhas, and see the immeasurable Buddha light.

"Such a spiritual head, it seems that it is indeed the head of that guy. ”

The head ornament on the neck of the sand monk is one of the most mysterious items in Meng Lu's memory.

Sand monks, killing monks, those heads, claimed to be sand monks killed nine people who learned scriptures, made from their heads.

And the nine scripture learners, some people guessed that they were the nine scripture learners before Tang Seng in the previous life, and some people guessed that they were the nine people before Tang Seng.

Tang Seng is known as a good man in the tenth generation, and there is speculation that the first nine generations were killed by Sha Seng in the first nine generations, and the tenth generation only achieved positive results.

Now, under Meng Lu's divine eyes, the true form of this gloomy ornament was suddenly revealed.

With such spirituality, and with such Buddha nature, if it is not Tang Seng, who else will it be.

"The so-called tenth world cultivation is simply a joke, as a disciple of Rulai, Jin Chanzi must be extraordinary, and it is likely that he has already stepped into the level of Daluo Golden Immortal. ”

"And the golden cicada itself is an innate spiritual object, and his heels are extraordinary, this killing of the tenth world should actually be to completely annihilate Tang Seng's spirituality that belongs to the innate spiritual object. ”

In Meng Lu's divine eyes, although each head has an extraordinary spirit, that spirit is already quite weak, and I am afraid that it will not take long before it will completely dissipate.

With the complete dissipation of the spirituality of the innate spirit creatures, the innate spirit objects such as the golden cicada will also disappear completely.

In the future, Tang Seng can only be Tang Seng, maybe still a Buddha, but he will never be a golden cicada again, and he can only become a well-behaved and obedient Buddha of Buddhism.

As soon as Meng Lu grabbed it, the ornaments made of the nine heads were grabbed by Meng Lu in his hands.

These things shouldn't just dissipate into the world.

Then, a few stones and a few aquatic plants were brought from the quicksand river, and then refined at will with a trace of divine power, and an identical nine-headed ornament appeared in Meng Lu's hand, and with a slight flick, the ornament was set on the neck of the sand monk.

And Meng Lu, holding the real nine-headed ornament, quietly left.

Back over the quicksand river, Meng Lu looked to the east.

"The little white dragon is handed over to them to deal with, the biggest use of Sha Seng is this string of jewelry, Zhu Bajie has no need to pay attention, Tang Seng, it is not easy to contact now. ”

"Next, maybe it's time to meet that guy. ”

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