Anyone else?

This was Ning Yi's first thought.

His divine thoughts swung out again, quickly searching for the "existence" between the mountain walls, and began to deduce in his mind.

Mr. Song Que is here. According to the intelligence, this great guest secretary should be on the battlefield in the north at this moment, or in the meeting convened by the power of Nirvana, and he should have come here for the sake of his son...... I have to say that the moment I saw Mr. Song Que, Ning Yi's hanging heart was like a stone falling to the ground.

The Nirvana realm is here in person.

Even if the sky is falling...... It has nothing to do with me anymore.

This was the thought that came to Ning Yi when he was thinking about it, and after a few breaths, he didn't find the existence of a second person.

Maybe his realm is not enough to find the breath of the "Holy Lord of Yaochi"?

Except for the Xiwang Temple Master, he really couldn't think of who the second person could be.

The killing of this bathing Buddha puja is not only aimed at himself, but also at Song Yiren...... This is the only reason why Song Que and Gu Yiren, the two Nirvana powers, are likely to leave the meeting and come here.

Ning Yi's thoughts turned quickly.

Irrationality.

It is unlikely that it will be two nirvana.

The "coming" of a nirvana is enough to resolve this turmoil...... His divine mind can discover Mr. Song Que, which means that even if there is a second Nirvana, he will not hide it.

Ning Yi looked at the green shirt bathed in the sea of thunder.

The middle-aged man's eyes were indifferent.

It's like an iceberg that won't melt for thousands of years.

Song Que's gaze kept falling on Huo's body, and he never left it from beginning to end.

The mood of the fire became extremely irritable, and this Demon Lord, who was in the realm of the Star Monarch, only felt that his chest was depressed, and a huge sense of oppression was enveloped.

His Heavenly Spirit covered the place, slowly flowing blood, overflowing his face.

Song Que's voice rippled in the thunder sea.

"Don't think I'm afraid to do it. I never need a reason to kill people. Even if I can't kill you, I can make the glazed mountain full of coffins, and as for yours, don't lie down in the future. ”

The fire buzzed in my ears.

Ning Yi was in a trance for a while.

He saw the Fire Demon Lord's face on the top of his skull, and began to distort, the thin Demon Lord's chest bulged, and his throat also bulged, and the feeling of churning and undulating was transmitted rhythmically, and then he spewed out a large mouthful of dirty blood with a "wow", splashing in front of Ning Yi, scorched by the snow-white sword qi, turning into white smoke.

Ning Yi frowned and drew his sword and swept back, the Bodhisattva behind him collected his sword at the same time, and the thousand swords were retracted with his arms, like lotus petals budding, since Mr. Song Que came here, he didn't have to fight with the fire anymore, after collecting the sword, he was relaxed for a while, but there was still a pressure in his heart.

Ning Yi withdrew dozens of zhang away, and was helped to the ground by Pei Lingsu, his face turned pale for a while.

Fighting with Xingjun is already a cross-border move.

That is, the fire tried to cross the catastrophe and break the realm, and he couldn't do it with all his might, otherwise Ning Yi wouldn't dare to get entangled in close quarters.

The energy in his body was about to be drained.

Ning Yi exhaled a breath of turbidity, his eyes were cloudy, and he stared at the fire...... In the latter's body, he actually sensed a strange and familiar aura.

Something seems to inhabit the "body" of the fire.

Ning Yi suddenly realized.

He understood the meaning of Mr. Song Que's words...... And the person I talked to.

Blood flowed from the forehead of the fire, and the Demon Lord's expression turned painful, and his eyes changed from confusion to clarity, and then to great fear.

He bent his knees and almost knelt down, but instead of facing Song Que, he raised his head and said in a trembling voice in the direction of the ethereal: "Sir......"

In the eastern realm, there is only one person who can be willing to shout "sir" by the fire.

Han Yue.

In the void where the fire knelt, there was no response.

Song Que stood on the cliff, bathing in the sea of thunder, he slowly raised an arm, the string of Buddhist beads does not need to be twisted with the fingertips, slowly flew up, and did not sweep away from the sleeve robe, but like a circle of clouds rippling in the sleeves, quite a mind to rotate by itself, the "Sanskrit" engraved on the Buddha beads lit up.

The fingertips of the great guest of Buddhism also lit up.

Brilliant golden light.

Miles away.

The big Buddha that landed in the distance, the golden light was shining, the treasure was solemn, with the fall of Song Que's fingertips, the forehead of the big Buddha suddenly cracked, and a crisp cracking sound bloomed.

Song Que had a blank face and whispered, "Ayia Navar ......"

I don't see any jealousy.

It seems that this is not the first time this kind of thing has happened. He pressed his fingertips together, and his two fingers "slowly" pressed a very short arc, the big Buddha cracked far away, and the countless impact sounds in his body echoed, and finally could not be suppressed.

It exploded with a "bang".

Together with the ancient gate of the distant sky, it turned into a grand, pitch-black firework.

This "gluttonous feast" with great ambition ended so absurdly and ended dismally.

Ning Yi's eyes were suddenly filled with countless arcs of black flames.

The dome collapsed, light and fire splashed, night and day were reversed, the sea of thunder collided with the sea of fire, and the whole world was hit by the aftermath of the explosion...... Buzzing in his mind, the corners of Ning Yi's lips twitched slightly, and after adapting to the sudden change in his gaze, his expression was very calm, and he still had the strength to think, did Mr. Song Que's finger confirm his previous conjecture?

These wishes of the Little Lei Yin Temple are simply not enough to induce the power of "close to immortality".

That Buddha statue looks scary.

But in fact it is just a "bluff".

However, "Ayia Nava" did block cause and effect, but it had no substantial combat power at all.

For a moment, there was some emotion.

All the faiths in this world...... Whether this is true or not, faith makes a person strong, but faith itself is not strong.

When the Buddha statue is broken, the power of the wish is gone.

The black flames of the dome fell like heavy rain, and the ascetics of the Eastern Earth in the golden bell jar woke up from the "dream", and when they opened their eyes, they just saw the brilliant picture of the thunder sea and the sea of fire colliding together...... Eternal night and polar day, the ancient door is broken, countless wishes are put together and exploded again, this ethereal power will not return to the stone statue, the big beads and small beads fall on the jade plate scattered into the distance, these ascetics stood up suddenly, some people desperately want to grasp their "wishing power", but it is useless, the word "fate" that Buddhism pays attention to, is vividly embodied at this moment.

May the power shrink in the stone statue.

With a stone statue, the power of wish can be used by one person.

When the stone statue is cracked, the fate is over, and these wishes can no longer be gathered, but can only dissipate the world.

Pei Lingsu stood beside Ning Yi.

She held the child, looked at the fire, covered her forehead with her hands, and knelt on the ground, so painful that she couldn't cry silently.

The girl said softly: "Gluttonous feast, wolf ambition ......"

"After all, it's empty. ”