The thunder was blazing several times, the thunder roared several times, and Ah Feng's spiritual eyes also lost their effect. The cannibal eagle lord blocked the bone chopping wood knife in front of him, and the old god was still there.

I could vaguely hear Dao Mu sneering again and again, and it didn't take long for him to shout "The wind is coming!" and the wind immediately raged. You can clearly feel the flying sand and rocks on the shore and the ground, and you can hear the waves of the Nai River in the bitter sea.

"Thunder!" The yin thunder and the sky thunder are like a tsunami, and the clouds dissipate and return to nothingness.

"Sunshine!" the sun showed its violent side, shining on the heavens and the earth.

"Firelight!" Dao Mu's Nirvana fire soared, scorching and burning, distorting everything around him.

"Water light!" Dao Mu raised his hands, palms upward, reflecting thunder, sunlight, and firelight.

All of a sudden, people closed their eyes and covered their hands, all of them were white. The ears were numb to the buzzing, and the emptiness and dead silence around them contrasted.

"Scenery!" Dao Mu's hands were intertwined, and the fairy wind gathered thunder, sunshine, fire, and water.

"Blow up!" Light is a sharp blade that cuts everything. Light is a fire that destroys everything. The wind mercilessly takes away all filth, or into the void, or into the underworld.

I couldn't even hear the screams, and people felt unbearable pain just by covering their eyes, their minds were buzzing, and they were about to faint several times. It seems like it's only been a while, and it seems like a long time. Suddenly, it was dark in front of me, the wind was heard in my ears, and my nose smelled a faint sweet fragrance.

When people opened their eyes, they saw that Dao Mu's body was not on the Heavenly Burial Mountain. As they looked around, they saw a flash of fire piercing through the sky and falling to the Heavenly Burial Mountain.

The fire is not gone, the Nirvana fire is still burning, Daomu is like a porcelain man calcined in the cellar, his body is full of cracks, and the Nirvana fire is gushing, and the sparks are splashed in a string, like charcoal splashing sparks, crackling.

Tong Boyu hugged his hands, and his right hand was still holding the shepherd flute, leaning on Ah Meng. Tong Jie was also not chanting, she looked directly at Dao Mu with an indifferent face, her mouth opened slightly, and she stopped talking.

Suddenly, Tong Jie turned her head to look at her brother, "Why is the fire rising instead of extinguishing?" Under the sleeve robe, the jade hands were clenched into fists.

Tong Boyu disagreed, looking at the long-lost sun, "The evil qi of sinful karma has been exceeded, but the ghost beings still survive." As he spoke, Tong Boyu lowered his head slightly, faced Dao Mu, pursed his lips and smiled, "Ghost Dao beings are bound to die with him." ”

Hearing this, Tong Jie was not surprised, "Then let Li Huanyan return to Yangshi to help him!"

"No!" Tong Boyu was categorical, "Li Huanyan can't help him, but now he is helping Li Huanyan!"

Tong Jie looked dazed, didn't understand what Tong Boyu meant, and didn't think about when her brother became like this, and felt sad that she couldn't do anything in her heart.

When Li Huanyan successfully ascends to the immortal, he will have time to deal with ghost beings, and this is not a big problem. Tong Boyu swore an oath, the flute gently knocked on the shoulder, but it was not very regular, the five knuckles were white, and the flute and arms were trembling slightly.

"Li Huanyan has also broken through the shackles of immortals?!" Tong Jie was shocked, this was not in their plan, "He is a living person, how can he ascend to the immortal in the underworld?"

"It is not difficult for Li Huanyan to ascend to immortality in the yang world, but it is difficult for him to ascend to immortality in the underworld. Moreover, once you start to ascend to the immortal, you will not be allowed to return to the yang world, and you will either succeed in ascending to the immortal or you will be wiped out. Tong Boyu raised his eyebrows, let go of his encircled hands, hung in the air and half-embraced, in a strange posture, looking directly at Dao Mu, his eyes flickered, and he didn't know what he was pondering.

On the side, Tong Jie took a deep breath and became heavy, and her hands under the sleeve robe sometimes clenched into the sleeves, sometimes clenched into fists, sometimes bowed into claws, and sometimes stretched out into palms. "What the hell can I do?" the words kept echoing in her mind, and her heart burned.

"Huh?!" Dao Mu snorted, his cheeks bulged, and he swallowed hard again, and there was still blood flowing from the corners of his mouth. The body trembled for several breaths, and piece by piece of skin fell from Dao Mu's body like a red-hot porcelain piece, and shattered into a small pile of black-brown sand on the ground.

Tong Jie came back to her senses from her contemplation, gritted her silver teeth, meditated cross-legged, took a deep breath, calmed her mind, and silently recited the meditation mantra several times in her heart, meditating her mind and concentrating, and immediately began to recite the Great Freedom Sutra of Death.

Tong Boyu was pulled back to reality by Tong Jie's chanting, he turned his head to look at Tong Jie, his face was a little complicated, he sighed softly, his stiff hands were released, and he carried it behind his back, and the shepherd flute knocked on the backbone of his back, without the slightest idea of playing the flute to assist.

The skinless wounds on Dao Mu's body did not see flesh and bones, only nirvana fire and red-hot lava. If you look closely, it is clearly composed of countless grains of sand, and the people who look at it are terrified.

Tong Boyu's body was tense and stiff, and his eyes were as wide as goldfish eyes. It turned out that at some point, Dao Mu had already opened his eyes, and his fireball-like eyes were facing Tong Boyu's eyes. Tong Jie concentrated on chanting, but did not find the strangeness of Tong Boyu and Daomu.

The two didn't look at each other for long, and Dao Mu closed his eyes again. Tong Boyu swallowed his saliva, and glanced at the decisive knife in Tong Jie's arms, his expression a little complicated.

Ah Meng was quiet from beginning to end, she was like an ordinary hippopotamus, just stunned in place. If it weren't for Ah Meng's several attempts to open the air shield to protect Tong Boyu's brothers and sisters, he would really be considered a low-IQ spirit beast.

As time goes by, the sun sets, the night falls, and the moon rises to the sky.

More and more people gathered on the shore of the bitter sea, looking at the swaying "bonfire" and the empty heavenly burial pond on the Heavenly Burial Mountain, listening to the sound of waves and chanting, and smelling the stench of water and blood in the Nai River. The night breeze is cool and blowing, but it is cold to the bone. Rao is a person who prides himself on being a strong immortal, and he can't help but tremble.

People sighed and sighed and were discussing where the Cannibal Eagle Lord and Ah Feng suddenly disappeared out of thin air. Without the two of them, what would happen if the man-eating eagles rioted and harmed people.

They who claim to be strong have worries in their hearts, but they don't want to show the fear in their hearts. So, their voices grew louder and louder, and there was a kind of sound that wanted to drown out the chanting of the monks and the crashing of the waves of the bitter sea.

It's just in time!

A wave of air surged over, and then I saw a beam of fairy light piercing the night sky, pouring into Tong Jie's body, disappearing in an instant, and restoring calm. A lotus platform was generated out of thin air, lifting Tong Jie and levitating on Ah Meng's back.

"This ...... What nonsense!" Tong Boyu smiled bitterly, looking around, there is no other place around that is more suitable for Tong Jie to ascend to the immortal with peace of mind than the top of the Heavenly Burial Mountain. "In this case, I have to be distracted to take care of you. ”

Tong Boyu sighed lightly, shook his head, held the shepherd flute in his left hand, poked into the void with his right hand, and took out a string of strange-shaped Buddha beads, which were strung with pebbles picked up casually by the river. With a shake of the hand, the Buddha bead and the decisive knife instantly switched positions.

The decisive knife lay quietly in Tong Boyu's hand, and Tong Jie's Buddha beads trembled, and the nineteen Buddha beads cracked through the cobweb-like slits, and the Buddha's light flashed out with Tong Jie's breathing. Tong Jie didn't notice it, she was still immersed in the wonderful realm, as if she didn't even know that she was breaking through the shackles of immortals and ascending to immortals.

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