Everyone returned to their places, fastened their safety ropes, and waited with bated breath.

The tidal waves pushed the serpentine boat towards its destination, but in front of it was the open ocean, not the flare terrain, and it was no longer the surging of the dark sea, like a moving sand dune, smoothly allowing the boat to fly out from beneath the black rocks.

Finally, like a bird freed from its shackles, the keelboat completely left the knife-cutting cliff overhead.

At this time, the ocean full of prehistoric animals can really be seen.

Underneath the water, it's a paradise for plankton, with schools of unknown primitive fish and jellyfish congregating on the surface.

From time to time, a huge black shadow emerges from the deep sea, its mouth like a giant spoon, engulfing the group of creatures in one gulp, and then fleeing quickly, lest it be captured by even more giant creatures.

A giant shark that looked like a great white shark, but was two to three times the size of a great white shark and about ten meters long, was greedily eaten an extra bite when it devoured a small fish with a head like armor, and was bitten in two by the terrible hunter behind it.

The large hunter, which looked like a humpback whale but had two rows of cold and sharp teeth, only bit the back half of the giant shark and fled the scene in a hurry.

Behind it was the terrible creature with paddle fins, a crocodile head, and a body length of thirty meters.

The humpback whale-looking hunter, after swallowing half of the giant shark, was chased in a hurry, and a fierce man stabbed into the depths of the ocean, but the figure only flashed in the dark and disappeared, as if swallowed by an even more terrible ambusher.

The crocodile's head also seemed to have a premonition of danger, turned around and swam back, disappearing into the deep sea in the blink of an eye.

Soon a large number of floating creatures and small fish gathered on the surface of the sea, and together with the serpentine boats, they rushed with the tide to the other side of the ocean.

This is a primeval ocean of killing and plundering, where hunting and fleeing are staged at every moment.

Looking at the fish and sea creatures whose names I couldn't name, I finally became convinced that this was the Paleozoic Era.

Time stands still here, the enclosed environment creates eternity, and even the ancient creatures of hundreds of millions of years ago have long since ceased to evolve.

There is fresh water vapor on the surface of the sea, and the visible range is probably no more than two kilometers, and they are in this circular area with a radius of two kilometers, watching the struggle for survival play out repeatedly, like a prehistoric film, but so real.

The further you go, the thinner the water vapor becomes. That distant place is like an ink painting in the mist.

The legendary Shambhala gradually faded its hazy veil and truly showed its beautiful side in front of this group of long-suffering people.

Driven by the waves, Shambhala in the distance is like a girl's first night, one by one fading the light veil as thin as the wings of a cicada, and half-shyly exposing the most charming carcass and appearing in the field of vision.

The first thing that appeared in the mist was the shadow of a blue-gray tree, no, the shadow of a forest. The dark green forest, looking from afar, stood out of thin air, lush and undulating meadows, like a magic carpet spread in mid-air, spreading out into the distance, and finally dissolving with the fog and disappearing into the sky.

Viewed from a distance, only the front end is seen, and it is such a scene like a pavilion in the sky. Stacked green and blue, the clouds are enveloped in the meantime, walking slowly, as if there are immortals in the clouds to control, nostalgic for the beautiful scenery is overwhelming, step by step, step by step.

The waves swept the flying boat, and when it got closer, you could see another wonder in the shadow of the tree, the shadow of the water, but it was the waterfall and flowing clouds, but the flying stream went straight down three thousand feet, suspected to be the spirit of the Milky Way falling for nine days, but the poet Li Bai could not see it in person.

In an instant, the layers of fog were broken, and the light appeared, and there was no more water vapor barrier.

The water is in the mountains, the mountains are reflected in the sea, the blue sea and silver sand, the water and the sky are connected, the clouds swim in the sea, the fish are flying in the sky, and it is no longer possible to distinguish where is the sky, where is the mountain, and where is the water?

Stepping on the Paleozoic Era, in the water and clouds.

It was a suffocating moment of intoxication! You don't need to look with your eyes anymore.

Breathe in the fresh sea breeze, listen to the sound of chords, stretch your whole body and mind, every inch of your skin is gently touched by your lover's hand, and every pore is greedily sucking the air, to become one with the world.

That's Shambhala's call! I have carried the nostalgia for too long, and I only want to put on a pair of wings for this ship, face the wind, fly to the sacred other shore, and return to the paradise in my heart like a milk swallow throwing into the forest.

All of them could not restrain their hearts from surging with their hearts, and whatever their intentions were at first, when they saw Shambhala with their own eyes, they gave up all worldly thoughts and only longed to be nearer, closer, closer......

This time, the tidal wave did not subside until the boat was sent less than ten miles from the coast. Continuing to move forward along the waves, the people who saw the new greenery could no longer hold back the excitement in their hearts, and they didn't need to give orders, they picked up the oars one after another, and the sound of breaking water sounded in the boat.

The waters close to the shore are completely different from the depths of the sea, and the water is clear enough to reflect every cloud of the white clouds in the sky, and you can also see the sand under the surface of the sea and another splendid world.

Colorful corals build castle-like reefs, multi-colored jellyfish and sparkling fish swim in the castle, and some never-before-seen creatures show hideous faces, staring at the castle's natives and survivors seeking refuge.

Beneath the sand table is the habitat of trilobites, the exoskeletonous crusts that must not have tasted very good, swimming around in the water without fear for their own safety.

Only occasionally, a puff of smoke rises from the sand, and some well-camouflaged behemoth suddenly emerges from the bottom of the sand, with powerful giant claws. In front of that pincer, the trilobite's shell was not vulnerable at all.

"Haha! We're here!! Zhuo Lei, Muge, Huzi and the others laughed and jumped on the bow of the boat. They are alive, they have arrived, and they are going to call to the heavens so that the whole of Shambhala can hear the cry of happiness.

"Brother—"

In fact, there is no need to call Muge, Zhuo Lei has already seen that from the tide in the distance, there is a leaf and a lonely boat in the Yang~ Ocean and the sea.

It was a ship that resembled their keelboat and seemed to be different.

One, two, three...... There were five of them, and there were only two or three people standing in each boat, and if you were to go by the rowing of the road, you would have suffered a terrible death along the way.

At this time, Master Ula's face was extremely gloomy, and under his sight, the monk standing at the bow of every lonely boat was a sharp sword to him, and the sword pierced his heart.

At this point, he seemed to have understood that the abbot might not have any good intentions in letting him come to Shambhala.

If you die on the way, it's a hundred.

If you are alive, you will also become dead.

When did he become a thorn in the eye and a thorn in the flesh of the senior brother?

I'm afraid it was when he showed that amazing talent in tantric cultivation that he has been waiting until today.

Where there are people, there are rivers and lakes, even if they are monks, how many people can really be quiet and have few desires?

Another small wave rolled and pushed everyone's boat to the edge.

"Brother, is that our ally"? Huzi asked softly.

Zhuo Lei frowned and replied: "Mercedes-Benz cars and BMW cars are made in Germany, but inserting the Mercedes-Benz logo on the BMW car, how awkward it looks."

Huzi was stunned for a moment, scratched his head, and said, "Brother, can you put it bluntly"?

"It's the same organization, but it's not necessarily an ally." Mu Ge on the side saw it thoroughly, and when he found the faces of Zhuo Lei and Master Ula, he understood it after a little speculation.

Huzi's face was at a loss, perhaps he didn't realize the sinister nature of the rivers and lakes, and still asked suspiciously: "Since it's the same organization, why...... I don't understand".

Zhuo Lei stared at him, shook his head, and said in his heart, what a stupid child, but it was really this innocence, which made him understand how much of a bastard he was before, and even such a brother had germinated killing intent, "You don't need to understand, just know that you don't believe anyone except a few of us, now hurry ashore and run away - how far can you run."

"You can't run away," Master Ula recited Amitabha, and then sighed, "They are from Xiaozhao Temple, and at the front with the masked woman is my abbot Brother Wuyan, the abbot of the temple."

I didn't expect that I didn't expect to die in front of the ferocious nature, but I was going to be persecuted by my own people?

The only hope is that he thinks too much.

He was thinking about it, and a number of Xiaozhao Temple monks came to the heavenly ladder in the boat, and stepped towards the land in the air like flat ground, blocking in front of them.

An old monk turned around, folded his hands, and said with kind eyebrows: "Senior Brother Ula has been absent for a long time."

Ula returned the salute: "Senior Brother Wuyan."

"Senior brother, let's not talk about the old, the talents of Xiaozhao Temple are withering, my generation is very ashamed, I want to restore the style of my former Great Bon Sect, please hand over the Guge Golden Book." The old monk Wuyan said lightly, but judging from the light in his eyes from time to time, he was determined to win.

Master Ula frowned and said indifferently, "Senior brother said it was funny."

"The junior brother is a monk, and he should not speak." The old monk is breezy and light.

Master Ula frowned vaguely, looked at the boundless sea on the side, wisps of waves secretly stirred, and a slow voice sounded: "What the Buddhists say, everything is empty, and where does it come from the saying that everything comes from"?

"Empty is the heart, things are not empty", the old monk joined together, recited Amitabha Buddha, and said: "Senior brother, for my brother to know that your life of Buddhism is profound, I don't want to argue with you, Guge Golden Book, ambition will be obtained."

"That's really hard brother, if it weren't for the fact that you haven't reached the sky of Shambhala yet, I'm afraid you won't be able to bear it a long time ago!" Since the skin has been torn, why continue to pretend.

"However, the Guge Golden Book can only be obtained by Uyan, and the prestige of Bon can only be created by Uyan back then." At this time, the light in the old monk's eyes was comparable to the Shambhala sun under a line of sky.

"You let the monk come, just to extinguish the mouth, why"? He understands it, and he doesn't understand it.