Even in the barren desert, there will be oases, and no matter how bad the environment is, there will always be a little bit of a beautiful area.

For example, where the monk is now, a small waterfall, a piece of green flowers and plants, the monk took off his robe and put it aside, took water himself, and burned the tea unhurriedly, without interest and did not boil tea, this is the rule of the monk of the seven nights, and it is also a habit of him, the reason why he is making tea now, is naturally interested now.

The tea was only half boiled, and behind Qiye, a shadow appeared, and the shadow gradually became clear, revealing the figure of Elma, who has European royal blood and cultivated magic to reach a very high level, Elma's temperament is naturally extremely noble, however, the Qiye monk has always been eclectic, and Buddhism pays attention to the equality of all beings, so no matter how temperament she has, when she stands next to the Qiye monk, there is a bit of "pearl secretly cast".

"The tea is fragrant."

Irma said.

"Amitabha, donor, you don't understand tea at all, tea, it's all bitter, where does the fragrance come from." The monk of the Seven Nights spoke without the slightest emotion, and he spoke very seriously.

"......" Irma smiled, as a nobleman, she actually thought she knew tea, but in front of this obviously a tea ceremony master monk, Elma's level was actually similar to that of someone who didn't understand tea.

"Tea?" Nanaya asked.

"No need." Irma directly refused.

Qiye raised his teacup by himself, and the next moment, the tea in the cup rolled, the clouds in the sky also rolled, the wind on the ground also rolled, and the surrounding space also rolled.

Heaven and earth are like tea, and the monk drinks alone!

Irma's face was solemn. She suddenly found that this monk was like that cup of tea, she couldn't see the depth at all, and the momentum and realm shown in front of her seemed to be a little beyond her original expectations.

"Eternal Judgment!"

With a wave of her hand, Irma released a forbidden spell in a light manner. An aurora that can destroy everything rushes straight to Qiye, but a layer of waves ripples up, the tea is fragrant, and the aurora is integrated into the tea, adding a piping hot to the tea in the hand of the Qiye monk.

The monk took a sip of tea, fortunately, it was not so hot that it could not be swallowed, but the temperature of the tea was a bit high, and it was not particularly easy to eat.

Earlier, Irma waved her hand. released a forbidden spell, and the monk of the Seven Nights also waved his hand, bringing a light breeze, caressing the tea noodles, hoping that the tea would cool down;

At the same time, the heavens and the earth froze, and everything fell into silence!

Irma felt that her body was aging and her mana was drying up. She is walking into silence with this piece of world, which seems to be a general trend. An inviolable trend of heaven and earth.

"Water Forbidden Spell...... Regeneration! ”

"Light Forbidden Spell...... Forever! ”

The two different forbidden spells were released by Irma together, and the powerful regenerative and healing power filled her body, making it barely able to resist the trend of spatial decay and gradually free itself.

Seven nights of tea, two more sips, the taste passed. Immediately scattered, and then the man walked...... Tea cooling.

Irma's seven orifices began to bleed, her skin began to crack, and the mystery began to shatter. The realm began to crumble, and the originally clear and pure eyes were full of horror and uneasiness.

"This ...... How...... Probably ......"

"Bang!"

A generation of powerhouses, magicians of the Celestial Squad, and European royal princesses, fell, until the moment of the fall, she herself was full of puzzlement, how did things develop to this point, it was just a cup of tea......

……

After drinking a cup of tea and killing someone, the monk of the seven nights was a little bored, because the matter was too simple to solve, and it was a little too boring, or, in his current case, killing a person like this is indeed a very boring thing.

At this moment, in the depths of the universe, a demon shadow appeared, this demon shadow was not Xiao Xuan's holy demon but from the depths of the universe, and it may not even be in this world plane, but in the nearby world plane sensed here, so it was projected.

The demon shadow was a little blurry, but it also vaguely revealed the outline, a fallen angel with a few wings behind him, the terrifying demon god aura, as if from the flood down, endlessly, throughout the entire era of time.

"I ...... Smell...... The familiar tea is fragrant...... Seven Nights...... It's you...... Awakened...... You of this reincarnation...... Seem...... Awakened ...... It's a little slow......"

"Amitabha." The monk of the seventh night said a Buddha call, "This time the poor monk is not awakened, but reborn." ”

The shadow in the distance seemed a little startled and unpredictable, but he seemed to be still asleep, so what was revealed was only an outward manifestation of the soul.

"My Supreme Demon Body hasn't ...... yet Refining a good ...... Waiting...... Xi Cheng will find me another material...... Wait for me to put ...... Wait until my demon body is refined...... Let's fight again against the Lord God ......"

"Okay, the poor monk is waiting for you."

The Seven Nights Monk said with his hands folded.

The Shadow Fades...... As if it had never appeared, and at this time, the face of the monk of the seven nights rarely showed a touch of heaviness, after all, he was alone, and if nothing else, there were at least three or more people over there;

However, he didn't seem to have to go out of his way to stand on the opposite side of them, even if he wasn't the Seven Nights monk before, there was no problem, however, when the Seven Nights Monk's gaze fell on Xiao Xuan in the endless distance, he couldn't help but laugh dumbly, he didn't seem to have a choice, so he could only tear his face with them.

"Demon Buddha, then take a look, what is ...... Whose choice is right and whose choice is wrong. ”

Xiao Xuan sat on a meteorite, with a cigarette in his mouth, and a head beside him, which was Hank's head, which was also a "cigarette after the fact".

Qiye stepped on, stood beside Xiao Xuan, found a flat place, and sat down.

"I said monk, isn't it a little bad for us to be like this, Bodhi is still working hard there, let's sit here and watch the play."

"That's the battle that belongs to her, the tempering that belongs to her, whether we go or not, it doesn't mean much."

"You're still so fond of playing on the edges."

"Amitabha, I'm used to it, and the poor monk can't change it."

Hearing this, Xiao Xuan smiled, this monk has even changed the habit of reincarnation for many lifetimes, what else can he not change?

Qiye's eyes condensed slightly, looking at the void in front of him, and with a little hand, a meteorite stagnated and burned on the spot, like a brilliant firework.

Life, reincarnation, generation after generation, should be so. (To be continued......)