It turns out that there are too many people killed, and this is the mood.

Zhang Bai was even a little eager to try, feeling that he could also try the pleasure of trying to take someone's life.

Let life disappear in an instant, or slowly pass away little by little in front of your eyes, quietly wait for the moment when death comes, and ask softly: "At this time, what are you thinking?"

Otherwise, life would be too boring.

"Huh?" he suddenly became alert, "what are you thinking? How do you feel like you're becoming a pervert every minute?"

Could it be that this world has the ability to influence others? It seems to have this feeling, and if it is true, then this power is unheard of and powerful!

It's so powerful, and he likes this kind of power, which makes people feel like they can do anything. Even if the gods and Buddhas are present now, they will obediently become their own captives, between heaven and earth, only me, it is really interesting, so interesting!

He unconsciously burst out laughing out loud, unbridled but visceral.

"Haha-haha-haha-cough cough!" Zhang Bai suddenly came to his senses again, Fog Grass!

He sensed that something was wrong, the crimson of the sky, the thick green grass, and the occasional breeze made people feel restless. Do you want to practice and let yourself simply enter the dream realm? Then you won't be affected by this other world.

But cultivating in someone else's other world is really too dangerous and unreasonable! Zhang Bai looked back and forth, and when he saw that there was no one, he looked at the sky again, and a large number of clouds gathered in the sky above his head, revealing a human face.

"Mu Jing?" Zhang Bai shouted, but Tongyun's shape changed and became another person, "Xie Pan?" This black-bellied woman was not killed by the explosion, and it was her fate. The clouds are still changing, Wu Luo, Tolan, and Lu Yusheng are all women he knows.

Since the robbery in the mansion of the Eastern Prince, he has suffered repeatedly, and he is only more than thirteen years old in this life, and he has Mu Jing by his side, so he has no time to think about women.

"What's going on today?"

What else can it be, it must be the relationship between this different world, Zhang Bai came to his senses for the third time, "Cultivate now, or it will be over." ”

Thinking of this, he hurriedly sat down on the spot and ran the week. However, after half a day, he couldn't settle down, and he couldn't enter the dream realm, and this was the first time since he cultivated.

Oh no, this place is amazing, what's it called... Master Cisheng, help!

In the midst of the Jedi, the cells in Zhang Bai's body began to function urgently, and he suddenly remembered that Nanhua and Mu Jing had said that no matter how strange the other world was, it was a kind of power, in the words of Zhang Bai's previous life, it was energy. As long as he destroys this energy, he can destroy this world, and he has a sharp weapon in his hand that can absorb energy.

Moonstone, maybe it's just the right time to kill this other world, anyway, it doesn't matter if you try.

He immediately took out a moon stone, and immediately injected the aura to operate, and sure enough, the aura around him changed suddenly. The clouds completely stopped deforming, the breeze disappeared, and even the grass was completely still.

Taking advantage of the effect of the moon stone, Zhang Bai once again operated the exercises, and this time, he specially selected the Taiping Purple Book stored in the veins to subdue demons and eliminate demons.

Far and near in the grass, there were several glowing dots, these light sources were shining golden, and they were getting bigger and bigger, looking like golden mushrooms, these mushrooms gradually became larger, and then I saw that it was a hole full of light, the effect of the moonstone was too powerful, and this other world was really about to be destroyed.

Zhang Bai stood in the pavilion, the whole person was inexplicable, he was panting, this panting was not tired, but frightened.

"Amitabha, good, good!" Ci Sheng smiled and nodded at Zhang Baizhi, "Huigen is pure, but he is fascinated by the five realms, does not abide by the law, and believes in the precepts." His voice was not loud, but it shook Zhang Bai's ears.

"In this world, Zhang Bai is ordained!"

Cisheng waved his cane and slammed his forehead, Zhang Bai couldn't dodge, his forehead hurt, his eyes were dark, and he didn't know anyone on the spot.

......

At night, on the edge of the Cavill Salt Desert, a troop of camel cavalry marched through the night.

It was the first half of the night, and the procession, led by Solomon, with 3,000 men and horses, lightly armed, rode through the path, came directly from the salt desert, and prepared to camp late at night, and must continue to speed forward early tomorrow morning.

In the sky, the Apostle was even more impatient to cross the Iranian plateau, and it was almost at the edge of the Kushan Empire.

Last night, both Mu Jing and Nanhua thought that the Apostle had to speed up its march.

So he consulted with Solomon, Zeracs, Surin and others, and decided that the brigade would be handed over to Surin for unified command, with Syrax assisting. Solomon gathered an elite camel cavalry of 3,000 men as the vanguard and took the trail through the Cavell salt desert to the northern part of the Hindu Kush.

The Apostle unloaded half of its rations and baggage and handed it over to the main force of Surin's troops for land transportation. He selected a dozen black mercenaries, set off immediately, and accelerated to Peshawar overnight.

......

It hurts, it hurts!

Zhang Bai finally woke up and felt that he had a dream, in which the old monk did not abide by the rules and beat a thirteen-year-old child with a cane.

He reached out and touched his forehead, it was sticky and greasy, and his fingers were close to his nose and smelled it, a smell of blood. It looks like it's really bleeding!

The hand touched the top of the forehead, and the palm covered it, "Ouch!"

It seems that the old monk in the dream is real, but in fact, it is better to be like this. Although his head hurts, he has already woken up, and if the dream is not true, then the sea leaves and earth fleas are still ambushing themselves in the pagoda, and even he has probably been captured.

He quickly got up and looked around, he was indeed still on the top floor of the Great Buddha Pagoda, the three envoys were gone, and the building was empty. If you look closely, you will find that even the Buddha shrine in the center of the pagoda and the Buddha statue are gone.

Zhang Bai remembered that he accidentally crashed into the Buddhist shrine, so the Buddha statue and the Buddhist shrine were probably damaged, but even if they were broken, there should be wreckage on the ground, how could it be so clean? It was as if someone had moved it.

That Hua Linchi's dream, I don't know whether it is true or false, it is like a dream, and it is like a dream, and he walked back to the place where the Buddha shrine was originally located, but nothing happened.

He remembered that in the dream, he took out the Zhan Lu sword, I don't know if it's still there? Don't lose it, check the tattoo in the nine-story tower, Zhan Lu is still in place, and he is a little settled in his heart.

However, there are changes around the nine-story tower, Zhang Bai lifted his trouser legs, looked closely, and found that the tattoo area on his leg had greatly expanded, and he did not add more paintings, how did this tattoo come about?

He looked closely, and saw that the nine-story tower now stood on a huge island in the lake, which was somewhat familiar.

Could it be Hua Linchi, Zhang Bai simply gathered his consciousness and went to the tattoo to investigate the past. Sure enough, in the mist, this tattooed lake really has several small islands, and one of them, overlooking a high platform, surrounded by cross wide steps, at the top is a gazebo, and the pavilion has a plaque with four words.

"Treasure Pond Merit".

Wow, there really is Hualin Pool, and this Hualin Pool has become his own tattoo, which means that he can carry this other world with him, and he can shuttle freely?

Yes, yes, but...

Could that old monk Cisheng also be there? Thinking of an old man lying on top of him every day, he felt a chill all over his body. The taste of being watched was too disgusting, and Zhang Bai was a little entangled.