The flame of burning the sky came suddenly, and without warning, it "shrunk" into a ball, and there were ten thousand cultivators, nearly a hundred masters, and several people at the peak of the world, and no one could explain it from the Dao.

It is not appropriate to describe it as "shrinking", a thousand miles of fire and a ball together, giving people the impression that it was originally like that, that is, it did not move or enlarge, did not appear or disappear, but belonged to a part of the sky. The same feeling has been felt before, the difference is only that the boundless sea of fire shocks the mind, and people don't have time to recognize it.

"Yes!"

When they realized the inner meaning of the scene they saw, many great powers exclaimed and said the word "the" in unison. It's like a person can read people and things, but he doesn't understand why people are people, why grass is grass, why elephants have such long teeth, why fish like to swim in water.

People say it's nature, and yes, it's nature, but what is nature?

Nature can only be described and cannot be explained, but it is exactly the realm that monks strive for: Taoism and nature.

There are many monks here today who can do this, but unlike the flames in the sky, they can only control the main body, and standing somewhere is like a humanoid stone born from the ground, becoming a part of the world. For example, the ability of Yanshan Ancestor and others, if they only pursue the realm and do not pursue power, they may be able to make the sword intent reach the same height, but if it is like this now, it will give people the impression that it is the sky, and the difference cannot be calculated.

This is the realm of Thirteen Lang?

How can it be!

Before people could figure out how this scene happened, as the sea of fire turned into a ball, and as the figure of Thirteen Lang shuttled out of that flame, thousands of cultivators lost their color again, and they shouted in unison.

"Fire escape!"

It is much easier to recognize than the scene just now, but any monk who has achieved something slightly can see it. Thirteen Lang didn't fly, there was no trajectory, so he appeared from the flames for no reason, and it hit people's hearts unreasonably, and he lost his words several times.

Each of the five elements of heaven and earth can be used as the basis for cultivation. When one has reached the extreme level of understanding of an element, one can become like it, and can freely interact with the slightest sense of the darkness.

This is the art of retreat, and it is the basic truth that everyone understands and is difficult to achieve. Previously, everyone knew that Shisanlang had a pair of snow crane wings that were born to control the wind, and with the help of it, Shisanlang was able to teleport, that is, the wind escape technique. Even so, he was subject to various restrictions in his use of the Path. For example, it takes time to cast spells, for example, the distance is not too far, at best, it is not more than a hundred zhang.

It's like a spiritual machine, there is a demon rat bloodline that can travel through the earth without a trace, but after all, some of him are human, and he can't live underground for a long time without showing his head, which is also restricted.

Today, now, and now, what about Thirteen Lang?

People look into the distance. Looking at the two women who were too beautiful to blaspheme, I assumed in my heart that Thirteen Lang would set off from there. Estimate after that

More than 100 miles.

When he saw the two women walking in the distance, when he realized the meaning of this number and this distance, Huo Zun's face suddenly turned old, his tall figure seemed to be suddenly shorter, and his heart was cold. Correspondingly, there was a sudden burst of cheers around and around him. The momentum, the courage of the flesh, and the pride in the voice are enough to make the sky change color.

"Senior brother, it's good!" the donkey screamed like crazy, jumping on his feet, crooked his mouth. Twisting his neck and screaming, he wanted to tear his throat.

"Brother, it's easy to raise!" The voices of several girls were particularly crisp, and the little palace master almost broke his hand.

"Stinky boy, good job!" Since the thirteen years of the battle announced that he would participate in the seizure of the hospital, the expression of the ghost road was as if someone had put a sword on his neck, and he endured it until now, and finally pressed back the heart that was about to jump out slightly.

"Okay!" Yanshan Ancestor took the case.

"Good!" the head of the Demon Palace stood up.

"Okay!" the eyebrow master, who has not been quiet so far, stood up.

"Okay!" Lingnan Group repaired the case.

"Good!" the unmath student snapped up.

"The Buddha is borrowing it, roaring"

The Living Buddha quietly looked farther away, and when he came across some kind of being, it was as if someone had suddenly slashed him in the heart, and his face turned pale in an instant.

Over the Ten Thousand Cultivators' house, only he could see it, in that extreme distance, a big man in red stood with his hands behind his back, looking up at the sky, no, even from such a distance, he could still see that there was no sky in his eyes, but he was concerned about the infinite and vast starry sky and the vastness outside the sky. Beside the big man, there were many of the seven elders who had just rushed to check the situation, and they only knelt down and bowed their heads before they could express their awe.

Standing up to the sky? No. The man in red tilted his head, but his gaze was not upward, but straight or slightly downward, that is, he did not look down on ants like a god, nor did he look up like a royal tower.

No matter who he is looking at, his gaze is only beyond the other party's claw, or a finger, no more, no less, just a finger.

In the eyes of everyone, the sky is not more than a layer of paper that can be torn when stabbed, and he is not even worried about hurting his fingers.

Sensing that someone could see him, the big man obviously didn't move, but the feeling to the living Buddha was that he glanced back at himself with his peripheral eyes, as if he was applauding, or a little surprised.

"Little monk, good. ”

"Roar!"

The Living Buddha roared, and the Dharma body, which was as steady as a mountain, trembled violently, and the divine fetus that had seen the rudimentary form in his abdomen struggled desperately, his expression was painful. The next moment, out of nowhere, there was a subtle aura, not strong, like a hundred steel needles piercing into a thousand-year-old tree, and instantly submerged into the soul.

"Life and death are determined, depending on your creation. ”

The voice sounded in the bottom of his heart, the big man wanted to do it without negotiating, and the living Buddha couldn't even think about it, and his anger was already in his heart. His trembling trembled even more violently, and his forehead and face were covered with beads of sweat, which was difficult to control several times. At its dantian, a shiny needle appeared in the heart of the god fetus, and the surrounding Dao cracks were dense, and it could collapse at any time.

The first cultivation in the world, the Vajra Dharma Body, is no harder than mud compared to the movement of the Han's mind.

Don't dare to think about it anymore, the Living Buddha roared and immediately crossed his knees, and his hands desperately pointed towards the dantian several times. At the same time, he struggled to bow slightly, and barely said a few words in his heart.

"Thank you. ”

After saying this, the living Buddha no longer cares about the surroundings, holds the lotus flower in his hand, closes his eyes and concentrates, and enters the realm of self-forgetfulness.

Luckily, no one noticed him

The sky changes color. If this way of appearing shook the hearts of all the cultivators present, the next scene that happened would no longer shake people, but the sky above the heads of all the spirits.

"I'm going to go as I am. ”

Listening to the jokes, there is actually no taste of jokes, and the words will not fall. The figure was not yet clear, and the thunder rose from the nine skies, and it was almost overhead.

At the end of the line of sight, in the world of the sky, the clouds that were gray and white with a hint of flickering flickering floated up and down, like pearls from the sky; they were illuminated and hidden by the light of the sun, and the clouds were shining with a blurry light, and they were bright and without the smell of robbery. Reverse the supreme reward.

As early as the sound of Sumeru, this pearly cloud began to appear in the sky. Some are scattered as if looking for something, others are slowly clustered together, but instead of closing together as one, they form a more complex and more desirable pattern.

When the sea of fire rises, the clouds on all sides are covered by fire, but in fact they are already surging forward like a tidal wave; The sea of fire disappeared, and Shisanlang's body was revealed out of thin air, and those clouds were suddenly tied to a rope and rushed to the center. When Thirteen Lang said those words, there was a thunder roar from outside the Nine Heavens. Suddenly, there was a bright light in front of him, and the clouds in the line of sight formed a ring frame, like a slowly forming hole, or a door.

Further back, the earth-shattering thunderbolt smashed down on the head, and a rolling thunder pillar roared and hit Thirteen Lang's head viciously, but

It didn't hurt at all.

What is it?

What is this?

Few people could understand what was going on, including Thirteen Lang himself, who was inexplicable and a little dazed.

I have never eaten pork and have always seen pigs run, not to mention that Shisanlang has seen and experienced the thunder tribulation with his own eyes; everyone knows that the Heavenly Dao will continue to be tribulated, and the calamity clouds cannot be piled up all at once, and the thunder will not come without warning. More importantly, the catastrophe is both a catastrophe and an opportunity, and there will never be no chance for those who should be robbed.

What is happening now? How can the clouds become the color of pearls, when they should be dark and spreading? The color is different, it still has a shape, and it is understandable that it has a shape, why does it thunder halfway without the slightest damage.

The conscience of heaven and earth, when Lei Zhu was on the verge of his head, Thirteen Lang's heart sank to the bottom, and there was only one thought left in his mind: to die!

He wanted to scold, but he didn't have time to scold, he wanted to fight back, he didn't even have time to punch, he wanted to give himself a comforting and self-deprecating smile, the corners of his mouth just moved, and his face suddenly became incredulous, revealing deep ecstasy.

The catastrophe is a catastrophe and a chance, since you don't kill people, of course, what comes is chance. The thick thunder pillar struck in the air, and the vast power poured into Thirteen Lang's body like a sea, helping him to climb the heavy building again.

This is chance, it is an uplift, and it is unreasonable to pull out the seedlings!

The thunder fell without injury, but its sound was the same as the heavenly thunder, and thousands of cultivators only heard a loud rumbling sound in their ears, and there was no noise between heaven and earth, only the Heavenly Dao.

Another thunderbolt came in the air, and the surrounding cloud ring became clearer and clearer, and the corresponding "light gate" shape was revealed, slowly transforming in the direction of substance. At this moment, Thirteen Lang did not hesitate any longer, his body was pulled up and took the initiative to rush towards the thunder pillar, and his mana was fully opened.

"Hah!"

It seemed to be laughing and shouting, and finally turned into a happy roar, Thirteen Lang greeted the thunder, and at the same time, the third thunder pillar landed with a bang, which not only contained supreme power, but also a little bit of small water droplets that flickered like stars and could not be covered by thunder.

"Three drums!"

"Thousand miles canopy!"

"Immortal Purge!"

"Oh my God!"

A few exclamations drowned in the storm of thunder, and several half-guessed and half-blinded bigwigs who saw through the truth looked about to go crazy, and couldn't find any words to express their feelings.

"Huh!"

Different from the ecstasy of cultivation in the world, the red-clothed man in the distance saw this scene, and his face sank suddenly.

"Oops, it's big!"

(To be continued......)