A storm is over, and the world is peaceful.

In this way, the cultivation world gradually faded away from this excitement, and continued to walk on the road of revival of spiritual culture, thriving.

Today's Kyushu cultivation world has developed to a certain extent, since the beginning of the Western War of the Dead last year, after the Taoist Jiang Zhenren made a strong mark there, the Eastern and Western cultivation circles began to communicate with each other, Eastern practitioners went to the West to explore the mysteries of magic, and Western practitioners came to Kyushu to worship the mountains and receive teachings.

There is gradually a prosperous scene of globalization in the spiritual world!

In this way, time flickered for half a month and came to the fourth of April.

On this day, Wutuo Mountain on the outskirts of Hangzhou in the south of the Yangtze River is full of peach and apricot branches, the wind and the sun are beautiful, and it is full of tourists.

The Kongoji Temple of Zen Buddhism in Middle-earth is located here.

Since half a month ago, the master of this temple Xuankong brought the head of the devil, and the reputation of the King Kong Temple in the rivers and lakes has skyrocketed, attracting many practitioners to worship the mountain, and the threshold of the temple has been smoothed by one foot.

On this day, Master Xuankong began to take the disciples in the temple to sit in meditation and chant the scriptures in the morning class, and he felt vaguely restless and often wandered.

The presiding officer of the temple who sat first with him, his senior brother abbot Xuan Miao, had a keen qi, and noticed that the qi of this junior brother, who had recently become famous because of the demon, was a little fluctuating, so he silently sent a voice to inquire with him:

"What is on the mind of the junior brother?"

Xuankong was asked by the abbot's senior brother, his heart eased, and he replied: "Senior brother blames me for losing my rudeness in front of the Buddha, I'm fine." ”

"Recite the Heart Sutra again!"

When the abbot said this, he stopped speaking and continued to recite the scriptures.

Xuankong stabilized his mind, and then recited the "Heart Sutra" to drive away the cranky thoughts in his mind.

After the morning class dispersed, Xuankong went straight to the pagoda in the back mountain.

In the back mountain, the grass and trees are shady, and the gray-white pagodas that have suffered from the vicissitudes of time are intertwined.

"Uncle Prison Master. ”

When the two second-generation disciples who watched the tower saw the recently famous prison uncle coming here, they hurriedly bowed and saluted, their eyes full of reverence.

"Go down first. ”

Xuankong's voice was a little impatient at this time, and he waved his hand.

Seeing that they were accustomed to the majestic style of this prison uncle, the disciples didn't take it to heart, so they retreated.

Xuankong walked straight to a pagoda that was no more than a foot long, his eyes staring at one of the stone niches like angry eyes.

It contained the head of the decaying and withered king Yujing, the demon of the Guigu Valley, which was suppressed in the pagoda.

Wang Yujing is dead, pressed here, with more symbolic meaning than actual value.

"Thief, before you die, you must also bewitch the people, today is the day of Wushu, and the old man will take a look. ”

Xuankong drank angrily, like a lion roaring in Buddhism, the surrounding air shook and the grass and trees flew.

It turned out that since he saw the "twelve blood words" that day, the Xuankong monk was secretly pierced with a thorn in his heart, at first he thought it was this absurd sentence, and the demon confusing the public, but as the day of Wushu approached, this thorn was inexplicably pierced deeper and deeper in his heart, stirring his Zen heart unstable.

He obviously didn't believe it, but he always had an inexplicable uneasiness.

The nameless mountain bloodshed in the past, swept through most of the Kyushu cultivation world, and suffered heavy losses, this Wang Yujing died strangely, and before he died, he said that there would be a catastrophe in the future of heaven and earth, and the more he thought about it, this demon was an ominous person.

And today is Wushu Day, Xuankong seems inexplicably restless, and his temper is also a little irritable.

Therefore he is in front of the thief's head this day, but he wants to see it.

As he spoke, he sat down in front of the pagoda and closed his eyes!

And on this day, thousands of miles away, in the depths of the forbidden area of the Kyushu Demon Mountain, in the dark abyss where the demonic energy was surging, a monstrous change had already occurred.

At a certain moment, thousands of roars suddenly sounded in the dark and silent abyss of death, as if an ancient demon had awakened from a lost time, and the sound was terrifying.

And in the dark abyss, I don't know how big, dozens of beams of light flickered from all directions in the abyss, cutting through the darkness at an extremely fast speed, as if they were fleeing in a hurry.

Among them, in a certain direction of the abyss, an angry voice came from the few beams of light that escaped, not the language of this world, such as the strange murmuring of gods.

"Morbius, what did you do?"

"Hell, death is above, I just cast undead magic to make those dead gods and demons bodies work for me. ”

"You filthy skeleton idiot, this is obviously an ancient battlefield, a demon graveyard, you dare to use the undead taboo, stupid. If your greed revives the remnants of the dead gods and demons, it will inevitably bring misery to the outside world. ”

In a beam of green light like jade, an angry woman's voice came out.

"Hmph, elf Lorona, talk to the gods of hell, but be careful. ”

In the galloping dark flames, there was a cold snort, and then the tone of the voice changed, and he sneered: "Even if these ancient gods and demons awaken the remnant souls, it will be a good thing, let this lost world be ruined, but the favorite thing of the hell of death, Jiji." ”

There was the eerie sound of bones grinding against each other amid the sneer.

And in the emerald beam, a woman with silver hair, pointed ears, a strange robe with white and green stripes, and a beautiful face, heard Morbius say this, her face turned cold, and she stopped talking.

This silver-haired and pointy-eared woman is exactly like the elf of Western mythology and legend, a year ago, an elf in the Nether Realm, who lived in seclusion in the Amazon forest of South America, Lorena.

As for how this elf woman came to the forbidden area of the Kyushu Demon Mountain, it was the same as other mysterious nether powerhouses who heard the news and came to the abyss to explore the secrets.

Their group of Nether Forerunners of the Heavenly Worlds were sent to the Nether Realm with great effort, naturally to explore the secrets of this relict land.

And the reason why they fled in a hurry was because they felt that there was a terrifying qi machine slowly awakening, which made them, the powerhouses of the lower realm, and the gods worshiped in the world feel terrified.

And just as the two galloping beams, one black and one green, rushed towards the exit of the abyss in their memory, a violent explosion was heard in the distance.

In the distant darkness, a giant hand like a mountain reached out from the ground and grabbed a ball of light, and in the light cluster was a vague figure, struggling in the frost realm for miles.

Soon after, a scream came to an abrupt end, and the frost melted.

And in the galloping beams of light everywhere, the nether powerhouses saw this scene, their pupils constricted, and then they continued to cut through the darkness without stopping, and quickly fled away.

Elf Woman and Morbius are also ......

And outside, at noon on the fourth day of April, the eclipse of the eerie sun began.

The sun was quickly obscured, leaving only a tiny halo of light, and Kyushu was shrouded in an obscure solar eclipse.

Wushu day, white night walking!

And thousands of miles away in the King Kong Temple, between the pagodas in the back mountain, the monk Xuankong opened his eyes and quickly raised his head, his eyes were full of horror.

He stared blankly, and then looked at Wang Yujing's head, falling into a daze!

The first six words have been fulfilled, but the last six words?

(Monk monk, why don't you look at the weather forecast)