If a person like the Holy Venerable can acquiesce to such a thing happening in front of him, what kind of secret is there behind it that cannot be revealed?

Don't, don't. Maybe it's the whim of the traverser to collect a killing achievement and get a conspirator's medal.

The sudden sense of complexity quickly disappeared, and was replaced by a sudden excitement! Compared to killing the Demon Realm, what just happened makes people feel more like they have the pleasure of mastering everything - no wonder so many people want to kill Su Zhenzhen.

Du Fanglin instantly felt that his traverser's soul had never disappeared, and perhaps it had turned into a flame at this moment.

But to be honest, his current state is not very good, he is in the "past" has not yet fully awakened, but the "present" has gradually dissolved into the obscurantism of dreams.

To put it simply, he originally entered the world to solve the problem of not being able to make inches of his body, using familiar people, things, and objects to stimulate his senses, so as to solve the mental defects caused by the blockade of some memories in the past to integrate into the suffering situation. But in the process, the personality is indeed stimulated.

It's like a person who is dreaming, it's hard to notice that you're in a dream, and you have to be shaken by the sound outside to wake up. It was almost as soon as he set up the bamboo hut and began to plan for it, that he slowly felt a little sober, and then instinctively shifted his thoughts, and ran around without stopping for a moment - he must not really wake up, wake up, and die.

'Floating dust is like butterfly wings, and the years unravel mayflies; Daozang Zhuang Zhou Meng, Confucianism into Huaishan tour. ’

The boundary between dream and reality may not be clear, especially when there is no "observer" in the background.

At this time, the two are very close, and there is no interference from a third party.

Even though there was darkness in front of him, the Holy Venerable could feel the change that slowly drained like water. Especially now, after the madness of poetry and wine is contaminated with the blood of the white lotus and temporarily suppresses the imperial spirit of the Confucian, the sense of existence that is gradually losing is becoming more and more obvious, and the cold blood qi that floats from the deeper shadows under the feet of the Confucian in ink shirts is more and more distinct.

"The magic star does not appear, the post star does not move, and the destiny of heaven is difficult to violate."

Step Lianhua still closed her eyes, twisted her prayer beads, and greeted the blood qi rushing to her face: "At that time, the three of them gathered, and the blood and qi condensed but did not disperse, and Cang and I both had doubts.

"It wasn't until today that I realized my true face. One flower, one leaf, one Bodhi, three thousand Buddha land is still like a dream. The technique of three thousand dream souls has now become a reality in the hands of his friends.

"Now it can be inferred that in the original battle of the Dao Realm, the ending of my friends is probably not what I and the head of the string thought at the beginning. As today's time is approaching, Yiyi Lianhua, as the supreme guide of Wanshengyan, wants to inquire about the inkstone. The Holy Venerable said, "Today, the Lord of the Inkstone has already made a choice in the past, and is it sure that it is beneficial to the world?" ”

It's as if this side is still asking for an attitude about what just happened.

The Holy Venerable on the opposite side seemed to have directly crossed this hurdle, and when he made a move, he turned to a fact that had been hidden or forgotten.

The problem is that this kind of question is like a step that Lianhua has seen through something in this period of time...... Wait, what the hell did you choose in the past, and what the hell did you decide?

Du Fanglin recalled carefully, the ink fracture fan hung down with the cuffs, and gently tapped his knee.

There seems to be such a thing.

The technique of the Three Thousand Dream Souls he is using now is born from an idea in the old world, starting from the real dream realm, and then integrating the theory of the Three Thousand Worlds of Buddhism, taking the Taoist Zhuang Zhou Zhou Dream into a butterfly - the original, it seems that it was not to save his life.

Du Fanglin slowly opened the ink fracture fan with his thumb.

There was a wind, blowing in the darkness a step of white hair under the hood of the lotus monk's robe.

The traverser who was still alive back then, in the face of endless disputes, seemed to have made a big decision, and then in order to prevent himself from making a mistake, he tried his best to hint at the people around him.

But people's ideas change over time, and the "decision" of the year was very exciting, but it has been thrown away along with countless delusions.

It should be the change in his own breath that made One Step Lianhua notice it.

Alas, hopefully it won't change the plans for the future.

"You mean—"

Du Fanglin paused, the old idea was quite ashamed, and now he is in a bad state and is a little unspeakable, after all, the fire of the soul of the traverser is burning brightly.

The "stimulating" decision back then may be a little more gentle than "in order to save the world better, it is better to start a natural disaster first to destroy half of the world"; But compared to "knocking on a broken bell and brainwashing the whole martial arts people to sit in a row and eat fruits", the lethality seems to be a little bit greater.

The technique of the Three Thousand Dream Souls, after being completed, has a natural advantage in using the virtual and the real, manipulating the situation, and deceiving perception. In the original idea of the traverser, it even included the step of invading from the dream and then using the sea of knowledge of others, so as to facilitate control or something...... Later, I found that the SAN value dropped too much and gave up.

"At least, Du hasn't done anything superfluous now."

Du Fanglin's voice was calm, calm, and reliable: "At present, it seems that all the damage has been controlled at the top of the martial arts, and has not affected the ordinary people below. In my opinion, this is in the best interest of the world! ”

Thinking about what I have been doing recently, it is nothing more than involving all forces one-on-one, showing how gentle and controllable I am, and how I am not dead.

"Peace of mind."

Du Fanglin covered his face with a folding fan, "Too many people have died, for example, if you encounter something like the Xenodemon Realm, I can't pull people out to fight." ”

Isn't that a comfort?

Under the white hood, the Holy Venerable suddenly lowered his head and sighed softly, as if sighing for the choice of his old friend, the future of the sad fate choice.

It was supposed to be a misunderstanding.

Looking at the two opposite people at the top of Rulai, they seem to take each other seriously.

“…… What I do will always be before you; There is not a trace of sneakiness in the path traveled.

But the wrongs of this world always have to be committed. The ink fracture fan moved, and then closed the palm again, "The Holy Venerable has entered hell, or the day of fate, wait a while, and you can see Du's shadow in the karmic fire red lotus." ”

Nor is it sophistry.

In the end, even if this was not the time to speak, he still admitted the truth.

Facing the Buddha cultivator who was about to enter the last of his life, Du Fanglin held a folding fan in his hand and bowed slowly, "Therefore, it is the conspiracy of three people, not two people walking together!" ”

No matter what unexpected changes occur, it is always reassuring to have a six-string head who knows everything outside.

"Ruthless words are not really ruthless, accept three thousand Guangming, and there is no hidden merit."

One step lotus flower raised her head at this time, if she could open her eyes, she must be happy and calm, and she would see everything: "One step lotus flower can already see her friend without any worries." ”

Du Fanglin said: "Holy Venerable, it's easy to go." ”

Step Lianhua said: "Master Yan, go slowly." ”

Streamers streak across the sky.

Just as ethereal when you come, you can go without a trace.

The remaining traces of blood on the top of the Nyorai have been covered in sand.

On the periphery of the peak, on a slope, there was an extra corpse of Zihua Sword Bag covering his face, brushing dust to cover his body, and returning the lotus fragrance to the corpse.

I don't know if it was unintentional or intentional, the scene of the corpse was very close to the road leading to Halloween. If you can be picked up by the moon talent who is nearby, maybe you can be a surprise. But the wind blew away the lotus incense, attracting a lot of breath that was already lying in ambush on the left.

It was at this time that the Buddha Swallowing Boy appeared at the end of the road. The demon still has a calm and unchanged expression, Zhu Yan, who is half-dry with demon blood in one hand, and the other hand is behind him, in fact, he wants to act as if he didn't notice it for a moment.

"Tsk."

Forgiveness!

Everything near the suddenly expanding flames was gloomy, and in an instant, a few screams were accompanied by the departure of the breath. After one move, the Buddha-swallowing boy who had not changed his movements still stopped slightly, and then followed the incense and stopped in front of the corpse.

Zhu Yan leaned forward, touched the ground in a whirlwind, and the corpse flew up automatically along with the dust, and was lifted up by the Buddha Swallowing Boy with one hand, pausing slightly, and the Zihua sword bag also followed, and was restrained with one hand.

The Buddha Swallowing Boy turned back with Su Zhenzhen's corpse.

The demon came to witness according to the agreement, but when he saw this scene, he naturally knew it. Swallowing Buddha has no way forward, but Feng Zen is about to move forward, at this time to see the Buddha lotus, but it is also like the apocalypse.

The other side.

Somewhere between the Demon Dragon and the Halloween Rock that fell to the west, a gap suddenly opened in the sky, and it was pitch black inside, as if countless stars were circulating.

"Bang" "Bang"

Two figures fell from the crack, and one of them rolled in the air a few times, landing face down on the ground, trembling and squirming, and finally used the magic sword to prop himself up from the ground: "Bah, I'm here!" The speed is too fast, dizziness. ”

On the other side, the dust six dreams were fluttering like a shadow falling to the ground. It's a pity that the evil spirit's black hair and half-white skin are withered, and his eyes are closed and he continues to bleed black blood, and he looks quite embarrassed.

These are the two people who escaped from the fault with the help of the shadow space, and halfway through, they seemed to have strayed into the depths of the void and saw a strange scene beyond the four realms, such as a huge tree.

In a flash, there is nothing to be gained...... There is no fate at all, and parchment does not belong to these two.

The demon wiped the blood from his face, and then tried to wrestle his eyelids.

"You-"

Over there, Shower Yusheng had already sat down cross-legged, and the Demon Sword Creation was thrown aside, "Brother, you can't be hurt clearly." ”

Nonsense.

Dust Liumeng kept a calm face, opened his eyes, and then silently looked at the sunlight overhead. Facing the collapse of a realm before, the yin and yang changes when the frontal faults merged, and encountered a chaotic storm in the gap between the space, for the evil spirit, the harvest was huge.

But the chatter in the ears prevents the evil spirits from calming down and reaping the rewards. Dust Liumeng turned his head impatiently and stared at Shower Yusheng.

“…… Don't you think it's strange that the last two-three arrows, and the terrible tree, are all for the next magazine, and this time it's really dangerous...... Brother, what kind of eyes are you? "Showers are dissatisfied.

Dust Liumeng said firmly: "You are afraid. ”

Shower glared: "You're farting!" ”

"Uneasy, resentful, questioning, afraid."

Dust Liumeng was still cold, "It's too noisy!" Why be dissatisfied, or do you not have a harvest? ”

Shower opened his mouth, but he didn't say anything for a while.

At this moment, the evil spirit raised his hand and suddenly threw out a silver mask, which looked very much like the one that had been discarded by the "Heavenly Fox Demon Monk" before, "Put it on, the matter is not over yet." ”

The forest has had a stroke, and it is unusually cold.

Sudden Yusheng suddenly held the magic sword, and the moment he turned around, he already buckled the mask with his backhand, raised the sword horizontally, and then calmly and accurately slammed the tip of the creation sword in front of the evil spirit's feet, and the whole person moved his footsteps, and blocked the dust six dreams with all his heart.

He said, "Someone's coming...... Breath, not quite like a good person! ”