The Lin family took the broadsword handed by the servant, and the blade flashed with cold light, which frightened the onlookers to retreat. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

The Lin family's eyes were full of anger, staring at the little monk's bruised face, and asked, "If you admit that you are lying, I will let you go." ”

The little monk's eyes still showed a trace of fear, but this fear quickly turned into stubbornness, and said, "I'm not lying. ”

"Good, good." The killing intent rose in the eyes of the Lin family, the knife fell in his hand, blood burst out on his face and clothes, and a bald head rolled to the ground.

The onlookers let out a soft cry in unison and dispersed very quickly, for fear that the Lin family's anger would not subside, and they would vent to them.

Guanyin on the clouds, sitting on the lotus, suddenly opened his eyes at this time, "Amitabha." ”

Guanyin slowly stood up from Lian Sitting, and just as she was about to fall, she suddenly sensed that a powerful momentum was coming from the east.

"Teleportation: Thirty Years Later."

"Countdown: 10 seconds ......"

When Chen Yang heard this familiar voice in his head, a wave of anger instantly rose.

"The little monk is dead again!"

"Sha Wujing has been killed by me, the little monk doesn't deserve to die!"

Chen Yang didn't know what was wrong, he used his delusional magic eye, pierced through all nothingness, and suddenly saw that in the city in front of him, there was a murderous aura, and blood rushed to the sky.

"There."

Chen Yang came in an instant, standing beside the little monk whose corpse was separated.

"Grass!" The Lin family was taken aback by Chen Yang, who suddenly appeared like a ghost, and scolded: "Where did you come from?" ”

"7 seconds ......"

"You killed someone?" Chen Yang glanced at the blood-stained broadsword in his hand, and his voice seemed to come from the abyss.

"I killed it, what? Want to avenge this little brute? The Lin family looked disdainful, and suddenly raised his broadsword to cut Chen Yang.

A sharp aura shot into the Lin family's eyebrows, leaving a little red, and the Lin family's broadsword was raised in the air, but it suddenly stopped motionless, and even the expression on his face froze.

Chen Yang bent down to pick up the little monk, and just as he was about to go over and pick up the little monk's head. A huge momentum fell from the sky.

"4 seconds ......"

Guanyin holds the bottle with his left hand, and seals it with his right hand, stirring the momentum. The clouds and rain turned over, and the handprint suddenly pointed downward, and a golden handprint pierced through the clouds and imprinted towards the city below.

Chen Yang hugged the little monk to the death, and his golden body was stimulated by this life-threatening terrifying momentum. But Chen Yang was shocked to find that he had lost control of his body and couldn't move at all.

Chen Yang hugged the little monk, stretched out his left hand to the little monk's head, but he couldn't touch it, tilted his head and looked up at the sky. He just held this position, motionless.

The people looked at this strange-looking man curiously, wondering what he was doing.

Guanyin's handprints can't be felt by ordinary people, and they can't hurt them. Only Chen Yang can feel it. What a terrifying momentum that the handprint that fell from the sky?

"3 seconds...... 2 seconds ......"

Chen Yang roared in his heart, faster, faster.

The wind carried by the handprint blew Chen Yang's hair upside down, and his eyes couldn't open a little, narrowing slightly.

Just as the handprints were about to be taken, the cold countdown sound finally fell.

Chen Yang was like a trick, and suddenly disappeared under the gaze of many people.

Chen Yang disappeared. The mudra also suddenly dissipated into nothingness.

Guanyin on the cloud lotus seat, his face changed slightly, and he quickly pinched a few fingers, and with the rapid change of the fingers. Her face became more and more ugly.

"Who is it?"

As soon as Guanyin's slender and white right palm grasped the void, the little monk's head fell into her hand.

Looking at the head, which was covered with bruises and blood, Guanyin shook his head slightly and sighed lightly, and flew towards the west.

West Heaven Great Thunder Sound Temple.

Rulai slowly opened his eyes, Guanyin held the little monk's head in his hand, and walked in front of Rulai.

For example, I looked at the head of the little monk. Guanyin Bodhisattva said: "The first and second lives are in the hands of that person, and I can't figure out his origin. ”

Rulai slightly forehead, the little monk's head flew out of Guanyin's hand and landed in front of Rulai.

"It's going to be faster."

Guanyin's eyes fell on the little monk's head and asked, "What about this?" ”

Rulai said: "To the four great bodhisattvas and the eight vajra who are always in the Leiyin Temple, if there is any left, it is for the five hundred arhats." ”

Guanyin said: "Five hundred arhats, three thousand Jiedi can still wait, but all the bhikshu monks, bhikshunis, upasa, upasa, they are about to reach the limit, if this person ......"

Rulai interrupted Guanyin and said in a flat tone: "You go." ”

Guanyin didn't finish his words, but at this moment he also closed his mouth, nodded slightly and left.

In the Leiyin Temple, Rulai looked at the head of the little monk in front of him, and there was a smile in his eyes.

"You did it anyway."

……

Thirty years later.

After continuous travel, Chen Yang's concept of time in his heart has become more and more faint, and he can no longer distinguish between reality and illusion.

Standing outside the Pure Land Temple again, Chen Yang did not rush in.

He walked under the wall of the Pure Land Temple, put away the body of the little monk, and changed into clean clothes.

It's a chase.

It is between Chen Yang and Rulai, there is a chase battle about time.

If it is determined by ten rounds, Chen Yang has already won three rounds, no, it is two and a half rounds. In the third round, the little monk's head was snatched away, and this one was a draw.

The next seven rounds, if you calculate carefully, are actually only six rounds. In the tenth life, Jin Chanzi was reincarnated as a Tang monk, and he would come to the foot of Wuzhi Mountain under his own guidance to rescue Sun Wukong. And in the last life, if you come, you shouldn't be embarrassed by Tang Seng.

What is now certain is that the first nine generations of Tang Seng were indeed artificially manipulated by Rulai and died.

Chen Yang still can't understand this.

And just now, Chen Yang fought with Guanyin. Maybe it can't be called a fight, if it weren't for the mythological system, he would have died in the hands of Guanyin Bodhisattva.

She was so powerful, so strong that Chen Yang didn't even have the strength to resist.

Chen Yang has always felt that his cultivation has reached the Earth Immortal Realm, and if he adds all the supernatural powers, even in the face of the ninefold immortals of the Heavenly Immortal Realm, he has the confidence to fight to the death with the other party.

Chen Yang didn't know how powerful the Golden Immortal above the Heavenly Immortal was, but he was confident, even in the face of the Golden Immortal, he had the strength to fight.

However, in this way, Chen Yang couldn't even take Guanyin's palm.

According to Chen Yang's speculation, in the next six generations, even if there is no Sha Wujing, there will still be Zhang Wujing and Liu Wujing......

Rulai was determined to make the ninth life of the golden cicada unstable, Chen Yang felt that invisibly, there was a powerful force controlling everything, although he knew it, he had no ability to fight against it.

"The worst is death!"

Chen Yang said to himself.

Even if the path of life and death is extinguished, Chen Yang must stop it, if he can't stop it, Chen Yang will also destroy this Skynet with his own actions and poke a hole in this Skynet!

[The more I write in the back, the more tired I become, the myths are too messy, I have to connect them one by one, and if I miss one slightly, I have to tear down and rewrite it, I used to write a chapter for an hour, but now it takes two or three hours. But I still hope to write a complete myth. From Pangu to Monkey King, all of them are written without leakage. There are occasional bugs, you have found them, thank you for bringing them up. (To be continued.) )