I don't know if this is good luck or some other special luck, but Cao Yin can clearly feel that the source of this terrifying luck is the seemingly harmless little monk in front of him.

"What kind of exercise is this?" Cao Yin had already thrown his mind of immortality to the country of Java, and while Cao Yin was seeking a way to protect himself, he was still a little curious about how this little monk did it.

"Without him, it's just the bad luck of the world's first exercise!" Even if the fate of the future is not known, this does not affect Li Xian's mood of 'pretending to be thirteen'.

"Bad luck, bad luck? Interesting and interesting, it is similar to my poisonous skill. As he spoke, an unnatural flush appeared on Cao Yin's face, which was obviously the backlash of the poisonous skill.

Compared with my bad luck, you don't put gold on your face.

Although Li Xian was wrong about what Cao Yin said, with the first purple thunder splitting down, he could only say: "May the Buddha bless, Amitabha." ”

......

The initiator of the Emperor Tribulation held the Sword Saint Guan Changkong, holding a big knife and looking blankly at the thunder tribulation instead of splitting himself, but a burst of thunder and lightning raging in the open space hundreds of miles away.

"Is it really so difficult to live and die?" There was no joy for the rest of his life after the catastrophe, and Guan Changkong only had unstoppable grief in his eyes.

The old monk 'Pure Heart', who will always appear at an unexpected moment in you, once again quietly appeared behind Guan Changkong, and when he heard the words, he folded his hands and recited the Buddha's name: "Just like what the old man said to Guan Shi before, taking refuge in my Buddha will lead to liberation and transcendence, I don't know if Guan Shi has thought about it?"

When Guan Changkong heard this, there was no more struggle on his face, and as soon as he loosened his palm, the big knife stained with murder injustices fell to the ground, and then he held the killing ring full of three thousand in his hand high, knelt down in front of the old monk and confessed: "A certain family has been walking the rivers and lakes for twelve years, killing for wealth, killing for love, and killing for vendettas, and there is no peace when the hands are full of murder.

Determined to take refuge in Buddhism, I now hope that the master can take him in. ”

Taking the Ring of Killing, he is one step closer to the goal of '100,000 living beings'. A smile appeared on the old monk's face, and he patted Guan Changkong's dense hair with his withered palm to show his approval.

However, in the west where the dark clouds covered the land, looking at the direction of Li Xian's departure, which was being ravaged by the thunderous roaring heavenly tribulation, the old monk seemed to be able to go to the cave before and after, and smiled at all: "Amitabha, little nephew, we are going to see you in the West." ”

......

The southwest wind whistled, the morning dawned, the sky lit up with a round sun, and the whole earth lit up.

Last night was the most dangerous night Li Xian had ever spent in the world.

Under the cruelty of the Emperor Tribulation, Li Xian's body was full of moldy and holy mildew power, without the skill of 'hegemonic body' to protect himself, and without the tough skin of the divine beast like the second battalion commander and Zhu Badou, he was simply used as a live target to vent his anger by the Thunder Tribulation.

Even if he is protected by the relics of the Living Buddha, he is still struggling to support, and he will not last long at all.

Later, at the last moment, the energy generated between regions broke through the suppression of the plane, shattering the void and creating a void wormhole, which directly absorbed Li Xian.

I don't know how long I spent in the dark world, but when Li Xian opened his eyes again, what he saw was not the hope of 'life', but a pair of green wolf eyes.

At this time, Li Xian's body was weak, he couldn't even stand steadily, the mildew couldn't be activated, and the two apprentices were not around, how could he fight against the wild wolves with only flesh and blood?

It is estimated that Li Xian's bad luck has not dissipated, and the wild wolf pack, which is determined to win, has met another opponent of them in the natural system, a large family of about ten Southwest tigers.

The southwest is full of demon beasts, and it is not easy for the low-level fierce beasts that are even lower than the lowest yellow order to survive naturally, and the tigers and wolves divide the hunting territory in groups, and they have always been opponents. After meeting, there was no intention to shout and warn at all, and went straight to war.

The two fierce beast races fought, and Li Xian, who was as weak as a prey, was caught in the middle, and he was lucky enough to rest for a while.

Waiting for the sky to light up with a touch of belly white, they are going to stop fighting.

However, a truce is a truce, and the prey must not be let go.

The Southwest Tiger is strong and strong, and there are not many family members, and the number of more than a dozen is far less than that of the wild wolves that start with a hundred, and the life pressure is high.

So when they licked and licked their wounds and thought about it, they decisively gave up the competition for their prey and gave Li Xian to the wild wolves.

Li Xian naturally didn't stay in place like a fool and be caught, and after resting for half the night and recovering some strength, he decisively summoned the Mold Sutra, exuding the mildew power of the Six Apertures of the Mold Sect.

Under the fall of the sky, whether it is a tiger or a wolf, as long as it is close to Li Xian, all of them will be wiped out.

This is also the most tragic day of the tigers and wolves, the two fierce beast overlords, not only suffered heavy casualties during the war, but also could not please after the war, leaving more than half of the corpses, they all ran away with their tails between their legs.

Li Xian, who was struck by the thunderstorm and was 'clean and slippery' again, didn't care about the lingering dizziness in his mind, and after picking up a few warm wolf skins and removing a wolf leg, he jumped and jumped away from this bloody place of right and wrong.

Li Xian can also see that as long as he is constantly full of bad luck, as long as the name of 'immortal meat' is not taken off, he will continue to be unlucky, and he will continue to break the killing ring!

Once the precepts are broken, twice are also broken, and besides, he also needs endless unlucky things to improve his realm, so when Li Xian looked at the roasted and ripe wolf leg on the fire rack, he didn't hesitate for a moment, and directly took it off and couldn't wait to bite it with his mouth.

Hmm~, I haven't eaten meat for a long time, it's this familiar taste.

Even if he grinned his teeth from being burned, he still couldn't stop the expression of enjoyment on Li Xian's face.

After a whole wolf's leg is under the stomach and Li Xian is full, it is the situation around the whole world.

The southwest is not better than the northwest, and there is no sense of desolation, although the humidity is heavy at night, and it is colder, but the forest is dense, and the eyes are green, and the beasts appear, full of vitality.

Looking at the scene in front of him, Li Xian had a question in his heart, did he cross again, or did he arrive at a strange place in the Shenzhou Continent?

There was no need to use his brain to think about this nerve-wracking question, Li Xian summoned the moldy god again, and when his familiar face resurfaced in front of him, Li Xian realized that he was still standing on this Shenzhou continent.

However, after activating the mold saint mildew force for two hours, the unlucky value of close to 50,000 passed quickly, and Li Xian experienced the distressing feeling of 'spending money' like flowing water again, and he didn't care much about the 1,000 unlucky value spent on summoning the moldy god.