No return to the north.

The sound of the Buddha's horn that resounded through the heavens and the earth made the Scorpion King feel like a great enemy, and he fled after leaving Jiang Yuebai.

Jiang Yuebai was almost buried in the ground and couldn't get out, and it took a lot of effort to finally get out of the ground with a flower pot.

She shook off the dust, stood up from the gravel mound, looked back at the battlefield to the south, and was shocked by the magnificent yellow sand golden lotus.

The temple on the mountain is like a tomb, and the golden lotus composed of yellow sand is born under the tomb to pay tribute to the deceased.

Jiang Yuebai took her eyes off the yellow sand golden lotus and looked at the small figure in the sky that could not be ignored.

Obviously, looking at her from here, that figure was not as big as the palm of her hand, but it made Jiang Yuebai feel like she was staring at the scorching sun.

That momentum reminded Jiang Yuebai of the scene when she first met Elder Taishang.

"That's ...... Avatar God? ”

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On the battlefield, everyone bowed their heads, and the demon beasts scattered.

Even the three primordial infant demon beasts that had not come out of the ground fled decisively, not daring to compete with the gods.

Wuzong Jindan Zhenren and the other disciples turned pale and stayed where they were, not daring to move.

The people of the Buddha sect were ecstatic in their hearts, and they honestly clasped their palms together and bowed, just because the old man with a white beard in the sky, wearing a robe and holding a Zen staff, was a Buddha.

The earth shook and the wind raged, but no matter how hard Ruosheng tried, the old monk only had to stand there, and the yellow sand golden lotus began to collapse from the top, and the sand poured down like a waterfall.

"Ruosheng, you still don't show your figure?"

The old monk asked softly, and the yellow sand rolled up a slender tornado from the ground, straight into the sky, and gathered in front of the old monk into a human form, turning back into the appearance of a white-clothed monk.

Seeing him, the eyes of everyone below suddenly burned.

Ruosheng's eyes were blood-red, staring at the old monk, and his voice squeezed out from between his teeth.

"If you didn't come back then, why are you here today!!"

Ruosheng had seen the portrait of the old monk at his master's place, and according to his generation, he had to call the old monk a master, a dustless ancestor!

"Amitabha, it's too late for the old man to come, but it's not too late for you, go back to Vajra Terrace with the old man, this is also your master's wish."

"Don't mention him to me! It was you Vajra who didn't want him in the first place! It's also your Vajra Tai who didn't save you when you saw death, and watched the destruction of the Prajna Temple, you don't care for so many years? Now that I want revenge, why do you want me to turn back? ”

Ruosheng roared angrily, but the dustless monk was always calm.

"Back then, when the Stygian Sea sealed the ghost clan, Lao Qu joined forces with the Guiyuan Sword Sect and the Tianyan Sect, and the two gods of the Origin were consumed too much, so that the cultivation almost fell to the Yuan Infant."

"Lao Kun's retreat is until today, and I only saw a letter from your master when I left the customs, saying that he had accepted a good disciple and said that he wanted to send you to Vajra Terrace and send you to Lao Kun to teach."

"When the accident occurred at the temple, Vajratai did not receive any distress letters, and when I learned later, it was too late. Although these old men are in retreat, Vajratai has gone to the quicksand region many times to find the surviving disciples of the Prajna Temple, and now this task is still hanging in a conspicuous place on the list of Vajratai's sect tasks. ”

"Enough!" Ruosheng interrupted the dustless monk, "What's the use of you telling me this now?" My master is dead, and the temple is gone! ”

The dustless monk sighed, "Since you know that people can't be resurrected after death, why do you want to involve innocents?" ”

"Innocent?" Ruosheng sneered, "Aren't the people of Pranya Temple innocent?" When they killed the killer, did they think about the innocent? Wouldn't it be good for me to kill all these evil people and build the Land of Bliss? ”

Wuchen clasped his hands together, "Heaven and earth are ten thousand, the evil do not exist, the good live forever, and those who start murder have their own retribution in the vastness of heaven and earth." If you continue like this, you will fall into demons. ”

Ruosheng flicked his sleeves, "If the Buddha doesn't cross me, I abandon the Buddha and fall into the devil!" Don't ask about the cause and effect of the world, just want to be worthy of your heart! If you stand in my way today, I will step over you! ”

"As long as there is a breath left, I will destroy the eight major sects of the Quicksand Domain, and rebuild the Pranya Temple on their bones, so as to pay tribute to the souls of the dead!"

Ruosheng's body spread out, rolled up the yellow sand and turned into thousands of butcher knives, killing the people below.

"Amitabha."

With a Buddha horn, the yellow sand butcher's knife dispersed silently in the frightened eyes of everyone at the moment when it was about to be beheaded.

The wind was strong, the wind and sand were all over the sky, Ruosheng gathered the giant hand of yellow sand again and slapped it at the crowd.

The mighty giant palm dispersed silently again.

Gather again and again, disperse again and again.

No matter how hard Ruosheng tries, this is the case.

"Why? Why, exactly? ”

Powerlessness and despair erupted in Ruosheng's heart, and the dustless monk just stood there quietly, and he could be like a god and Buddha.

Let him spend all his years of painstaking arrangement in vain, let him do nothing, let him watch this group of damned people, from fear to frivolity, with mockery in their eyes, never half a point...... Remorse!

Buddha, why do you want to protect this group of wicked people!

Where is his Buddha?

"If you are born, you must be obsessed and go back with the old man."

Ruosheng appeared in the form of a white cloth, standing in the middle of the group of disciples of various sects who held butcher knives and were covered in blood, unstained with dust.

Ruosheng's eyes were blood-red, his eyes were a little moist, his clenched fists gradually loosened, and he smiled.

"It seems that today, it really can't be good."

As soon as the words fell, Ruosheng frantically burned the origin, and the entire sea of no return, the yellow sand floated in the air, and every grain of sand was golden and shining.

Just like the day of the birth, the golden light tore through the darkness and illuminated the heavens and the earth.

In the mirage of Guangzhong, a temple appeared, a Bodhi tree, and a monk with a difficult face under the tree was sitting cross-legged, reciting scriptures.

"When contemplating the bodhisattva, when he is deep in Prajnaparamita, he sees that the aggregates are all empty, and he is suffering from suffering......

In the midst of the Sanskrit sounds, the surging spiritual power of heaven and earth was compressed and condensed in every grain of sand, and with the will to burn the jade, it was about to bury everything.

All were pinned down in place, feeling the fear and despair of death.

"Alas......"

With a faint sigh, the dustless monk threw out a purple gold bowl, and the surging power swept across the entire Sea of No Return in an instant.

All the sand with the will of Ruosheng gathered into a river, rolled upside down, and was sucked into the purple gold bowl.

The wind roared, Ruosheng was unwilling to be angry, but even if he fought everything and exhausted his origin and did not hesitate to expose himself, he still couldn't compete with the dustless monk.

The 'body' was about to be swallowed up by the purple gold bowl, and the sound of Ruosheng's fury resounded through the heavens and the earth.

"Dustless bald donkey, when I return to the day, I will definitely lift this quicksand region!!"

Rumble!

The sand in the purple gold bowl suddenly exploded, and the surging aftermath swept across Liuhe, and everyone was slammed away by the qi wave.

If you break your tail to survive, a handful of yellow sand disappears out of thin air.

The dustless monk stood in the sandstorm without moving, turning his head to look north.

At the same time, on the gravel mound in the north, the flower pot that Jiang Yuebai had placed on the ground suddenly shattered, and a trickle of yellow sand rushed out of it, approaching her door.

At the last moment, the runic light around the flower pot shone, and the trickle of yellow sand slammed into the light enchantment.

Bang! Bang bang!

Jiang Yuebai retreated vigilantly, seeing that the trickle of yellow sand was impatient, constantly hitting the enchantment.

Fortunately, she was on guard against everything after being overshadowed by Mo Baichun, and embedded a formation plate under the flower pot early just in case.

"Jiang Yuebai, don't you want heaven and earth spiritual objects? As long as you make a vow to avenge the temple, I will self-destruct my spiritual consciousness and let you devour it!! ”

The three days of New Year's Day are all double watches, and there are no additional changes

(End of chapter)