Within He Xiaoshi's spiritual sea, at this moment, there was a golden Tai Chi of an adult skull-sized, a ball star, an azure dragon-shaped curve, splitting it in two.

As the compassionate and mysterious Sanskrit chant sounded, the golden ball Taiji, the size of an adult's head, also began to rotate slowly, exuding a faint coercion.

However, He Xiaoshi's body did not improve at all, the cracks were dense, and within the large and small dense cracks, there was a blue light that shot out, like porcelain about to shatter.

It's thrilling to look at.

Inside the nine-story demon tower.

"Poof......

The sound of shattering sounded, and He Xiaoshi's other arm suddenly exploded without warning, and then shattered in the void, golden blood and blue light burst out.

He Xiaoshi only felt that he was about to fall into darkness, but there was another vague Sanskrit chanting sound, lingering in his ears, making him still maintain a trace of clarity.

Silently, on the surface of the spherical Tai Chi suspended in He Xiaoshi's spiritual sea, the figure of Sun Wukong, who had shrunk a lot, suddenly floated out.

For some reason, at this moment, Sun Wukong's figure looks extremely faint, and it seems that he is about to disappear.

Sun Wukong looked at the Linghai that was dissatisfied with the cracks full of blue cracks, looked ahead, and naturally saw He Xiaoshi's situation at this time, he shook his head silently, and then a colorful gorgeous lotus platform appeared under his feet.

The seven-colored lotus platform is surrounded by colorful light blooming, as if carved from glass, which is beautiful to the extreme, but it also makes people awe to the extreme.

Sun Wukong sat cross-legged above, and he, who originally exuded a domineering atmosphere, suddenly became a treasure and became a real Buddha.

Although this true Buddha is faint, the aura it exudes is extremely coercive, making people feel like they can't help but kneel down and follow him for the rest of their lives.

The true Buddha appeared, and those dense blue cracks no longer expanded unscrupulously, and stopped for a short time.

He Xiaoshi's right leg, which was about to burst, suddenly stabilized.

This is not enough.

In the sea of spirits, Sun Wukong, who was sitting on top of the colorful lotus flower and revealing the appearance of a true Buddha, began to move his lips lightly.

The void gives birth to lotus, and the earth gushes with sweet springs......

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At the foot of Tianmen Mountain, there were originally medium-sized small sects, which were the hub of Tianmen and the mortal world.

The Gate of Heaven is high, and some so-called "mundane" things are handed over to this medium-sized sect to do.

Over time, this force, which was once only not even a secular martial arts sect, has gradually developed into a neutral sect in the entire Middle Earth Divine Prefecture.

This neutral sect is called the Dusk Cloud School.

A few days ago, the Tianmen Ancestral Hall collapsed, and hundreds of wall charts of Tianmen Ancestors instantly turned into ashes and hung on the walls of the Dusk Cloud Sect, enshrined in the wall of Tianmen Ancestors, which were naturally destroyed in an instant.

Maybe it was good luck, or maybe it was some cause and effect in the underworld, the aura storm that erupted from the Heavenly Gate broke the mountain peak and destroyed many monks, but the Dusk Cloud Sect escaped because it was in the belly of the mountain.

Even so, the Dusk Cloud Sect, from the Supreme Elder to the Qi Condensing Disciples, all fell into despair.

Because of the backing mountain behind the Twilight Cloud Sect, Tianmen Mountain collapsed.

The head of the Dusk Cloud Sect has a rather poetic name, called Nian Meng, who is a genius of the Dusk Cloud Sect, and in just over fifty years, he has cultivated to the peak of the Jiedan, and he is only half a step away from the Yuanying realm.

At this moment, the head of the sect looked at the sky with a melancholy face, thinking about the future path of the sect.

Suddenly, a drop of rain fell into his eyes.

Then, like beads with broken threads, the spring rain began to fall one after another.

Spring rain permeates the entire mortal realm.

However, the closest to the source of the spring rain, except for He Xiaoshi and other living beings, is Nian Meng.

The first drop of spring rain fell into Nian Meng's eyes, washing her eyes and her eyes brighter and more spotless.

A sense of sadness is enveloped in my heart, and the tears of dreams fall with the spring rain.

A will, embedded in the heart, is like a seedling, sowing the seeds of hope.

Nian Meng knew what was more in his body, and this feeling existed unconsciously in the bottom of his heart after Xuanhuang Bamboo transformed into hundreds of millions of blood-red grains, but Nian Meng's feeling in his heart became more and more clear.

From this moment on, she began to be extraordinary.

A moment later, the spring rain within the range of the Twilight Cloud Sect suddenly became even more intense, and it was even mixed with a little golden light in the process!

The aura suddenly became more than a hundred times richer than before!

As a monk of Jiedan, Nian Meng's induction is naturally more delicate, she closed her eyes and carefully sensed it.

These cars mixed with gold wires, where is the spring rain, but the aura has become a real liquid, moisturizing them.

Suddenly, in the consciousness of Nian Meng, a true Buddha with a colorful lotus flower and a treasure appeared on her feet, and she knelt on the ground with a "poof", and a golden Buddha light circle appeared behind her head.

Nian Meng's snow-white face was extremely reverent, she folded her hands together, and whispered in her mouth: "Victory Buddha Compassion", after sending out divine thoughts, calling the disciples of the Dusk Cloud Sect to her side, and bathed in this "heavenly" gift together.

In an instant, all the monks of the Twilight Cloud Sect left behind their belief in the Heavenly Gate and became devout Buddhists.

Suddenly, a loud shattering sound came from Nian Meng's body, and then at the center of her eyebrows, a golden pill the size of a baby's fist flew out from the center of her eyebrows, hovering in front of her eyebrows.

What appeared at the same time as this golden pill was the soul of a faint dream.

As soon as the Jin Dan appeared, it began to shatter, and the Nian Meng's Divine Soul took a step ahead and melted into the constantly shattering Jin Dan.

A coercion that absolutely surpassed the realm of the Jiedan spread out, and it would open for the hundreds of disciples around Nian Meng, all of whom were rejected.

"What's wrong with the master?" a disciple asked in surprise.

One of the more clever disciples, his eyes lit up, and he said in a trembling voice: "The head of the sect is here...... Turning into a baby in a broken pill!"

"Quick, hurry up and protect the Dharma!"

An older elder reacted first and yelled.

As for Nian Meng, the surface of his body is rippling with golden light, his pores are expanding, absorbing a rich aura, and he is calmly and joyfully waiting for the moment when he breaks the cocoon and turns into a butterfly.

_ _ _ _ _ _

He Xiaoshi, who was almost about to fall into darkness, stopped abruptly singing in his ears, and was replaced by countless pure golden characters floating in front of his eyes.

These small characters exude a strong Buddha light, and the form of each word is a phoenix with absolutely different movements.

He Xiaoshi, who was in the world of consciousness, couldn't help but be attracted by these phoenix-like words, and began to try his best to get close.

However, no matter how hard He Xiaoshi tried, the words around him were close at hand, far away in the world, and could not be touched at all.

He Xiaoshi was in a hurry, and he subconsciously felt that he wanted to understand all these golden characters in the form of a phoenix, and then take them for himself.

Time passed, it seemed like a long time, and it seemed to be just in an instant.

He Xiaoshi, who was in the dark, suddenly muttered: "Phoenix Regeneration Technique!" Those dense pure golden characters around He Xiaoshi began to burrow into He Xiaoshi's body one after another.

Sun Wukong, who was sitting in front of the star Golden Tai Chi and stepping on the colorful lotus platform, seemed to just move his lips a few times before stopping.

Sun Wukong opened his eyes with a faint smile on his face.

He Xiaoshi, who was motionless, suddenly condensed the sloppy eyes in his godless eyes, and then his eyes were cool.

He Xiaoshi, who came to his senses, his lips were cracked, his head was sweating profusely from severe pain, and he almost fainted again.

However, He Xiaoshi gritted his teeth and persevered after all, and then an incomparably huge phoenix phantom suddenly appeared on the surface of his body.

With the appearance of the phoenix phantom, the surface of He Xiaoshi's body covered with blue cracks like porcelain suddenly rose with golden flames.

The rich breath of life began to burst out.

The phoenix phantom that shrouded He Xiaoshi drilled into his body.

On the surface of the dense blue cracks, blue light flashed wildly, and then golden blood flowed out.

Streams of golden blood flowed on the ground and began to burn, turning into pure and vigorous vitality.

A high-pitched phoenix chirp resounded through the void.

Phoenix Regeneration!

With his own essence and blood as a guide, he can recover his injuries in an instant, except for the spells mastered by those immortal emperors, this can almost be regarded as the supreme healing secret technique!

In an instant, the surroundings of He Xiaoshi's body were flooded by the swirling essence blood flames, and the life vitality that was in harmony with his origin penetrated into his body in one go.

The cracks on the surface of He Xiaoshi's body suddenly began to close at a speed visible to the naked eye, and those unruly and innate blue lights were all squeezed into his body by the vitality of life, turning into a vigorous aura, wandering non-stop in the eight veins of the Qi Jing and the sea of spirits.

Reborn from brokenness.

He Xiaoshi's physique is even stronger than before.

However, He Xiaoshi's two arms that were shattered have still not recovered.

With He Xiaoshi's physique, it stands to reason that at this moment, the flesh buds in the explosion of his arm should grow wildly and recover quickly.

However, the reality is that there is still a rich complexion substance at the broken part of He Xiaoshi's arm, which is still ruthlessly eroding He Xiaoshi's blood.

He Xiaoshi's forehead was sweating.

The Monkey King Shadow suspended in the sea of spirits did not say anything, but it was still treasured**, and there was a faint flash of golden light in his eyes, as if he was expecting something.

After a while, He Xiaoshi gritted his teeth, and his heart moved.

Outside the nine-story demon tower, the black stick that had been guarding the side suddenly got in, and appeared in front of He Xiaoshi the next moment.

The black stick trembled slightly.

The instrument spirit inside, that is, the sword ghost who had almost killed He Xiaoshi in the Ancient Demon Emperor Xuan Realm, sensed He Xiaoshi's will, and at the same time transmitted his own will.

"Master, are you going to strip the true phoenix blood from me?" Although the machine spirit did not directly object, in fact, there was no way to object, after all, the machine spirit is the machine spirit after all. But the machine spirit still expressed its will: that is, he didn't want He Xiaoshi to deprive the true phoenix blood condensed at the ends of the black stick.

He Xiaoshi undoubtedly conveyed his will again: "I want to use the true phoenix blood to refine the true phoenix regeneration treasure technique!"

The machine spirit sighed.

Once the true phoenix blood on this black stick is stripped away, the grade of this black stick will drop significantly, which is really unbearable for the machine spirit.

A normal machine spirit will naturally only unconditionally support the master's thoughts, but at this time, the machine spirit of the black stick is definitely not a normal machine spirit.

The machine spirit of the black stick, he has his own consciousness!