"Hahaha, let's die together!"

The old monk's gaze completely turned bloody, and his chest was filled with resentment that could not be dissolved.

He was originally a cultivator in the tenth life, and he was already an arhat, and when he was reincarnated a few more times, he might be able to step into the realm of the Shravaka Bodhisattva.

But because of the invasion of these southerners, the inheritance of the Great Snow Mountain is shaky.

There were no eggs under the nest, and in order to save the Dao system of the Great Snow Mountain, he chose to enter the Demon Guardian Dao.

Although he knew that there was a chance of redemption in the future, after all, this method was fierce, what was the probability of success?

The great vow of Buddhism can also be borne by great wisdom and courage.

This punishment of 100,000 people is too heavy!

It was so heavy that he didn't have the confidence to hold on.

But there was no turning back from the bow, and at this moment, he no longer kept it.

As his thoughts turned, the small world of the Third Holy Land would be completely separated from the leylines.

Once the leylines break, they will collapse for thousands of miles.

When the mountains will be torn apart, the rivers will be reversed, and the earth will be on fire, destroying all living beings.

"It's horrible,"

"I feel the breath of destruction, we're finished!"

The old ghost couldn't deduce anything at the moment, and the huge calamity covered it, completely obscuring the future.

Now these earth tremors are just appetizers, and once the leylines are completely torn apart, these thousands of miles of land will be reduced to nothing.

"Crackle."

In his ears, the sound of the earth collapsing kept coming, and every sound of shattering made his heart tense.

In the long Northland wasteland, the people on both sides became more and more chaotic. The organization on the side of the Central Plains Dynasty was obviously much higher, and everyone quickly dispersed to avoid a stampede.

"Go ahead."

The old monk's body has been completely occupied by black qi, and the whole person is overflowing with the smell of calamity, and blood flows from his seven orifices, as if there are heavenly demons flying around his body

He will tear apart the leylines of the earth and destroy all living beings,

Therefore you will be rejected by the whole heaven and earth.

With all his strength, he pulled the small world with all his might, and he was going to launch this final blow to tear off the leylines.

"Click."

The sound of the earth's leylines tearing kept coming from his ears, and these sounds fell on the ears of the old monk who had gone mad, but they were like fairy music.

He himself went to hell, and now he wants to pull the Central Plains Dynasty and Shinto into hell as well!

The old ghost couldn't help but close his eyes, and when the calamity reached its thickest, he already had a premonition that it was too late.

One breath ...... Two Interest...... Ten Breath ......

I've heard people say that before you die, you will feel that time will slow down, as if it is really hey.

Ten Breath ...... Twenty interest...... 100 Interest......

It seems a little too slow, ahhhhhh

The old ghost and Ao Cang had closed their eyes and waited for death, but after waiting for a long time, they still did not wait for the outbreak of the leylines.

Even the sound of the rustling and shattering before has disappeared.

"How...... What's going on? Why can't you pull it? ”

The old monk's thoughts were fully mobilized, wanting to use the power of the small world to pull off the leyline, but the leyline, which was extremely fragile before, seemed to have become much tougher now, and no matter how hard he tried, he could no longer shake it.

Even...... He even felt a reverse pull against him.

It's really evil, why is there still the power to fight against him in this leyline?

Although the old monk had lost most of his mind, he couldn't help but have a trace of strange thoughts at this moment.

And in the next moment, he suddenly couldn't sense the small world.

He is the master of the tenth world, and he has long cultivated the small world to the point of being one mind and spirit, why did the small world suddenly disappear?

It's a small world! Who stole my little world!

Just as he was shocked, a large number of gray-white roots suddenly appeared from the ground beneath him, each like the tentacles of an octopus, each of which was thousands of feet long.

These roots are dense and spread towards the distant ice fields.

"This ...... What is it? ”

Although the old monk practiced for the tenth generation, he was dumbfounded when he saw such a huge root, and with his knowledge, he couldn't imagine what this thing was?

"Smack."

In fact, only a very small part of the earth is exposed, and more roots are still hidden under the earth, wrapped layer by layer on the leylines, wrapping the entire leylines tightly, and spreading out for hundreds of miles.

"Boom."

Then the void suddenly flipped over, and a huge peach tree that was estimated to be tens of miles high appeared directly, and its leaves stretched out like a canopy, directly covering half of the ice field.

Everyone looked at this tree that almost appeared from mythology in shock, and many people couldn't see the whole picture of this tree because they were too close, and only felt that the heavens and the earth had darkened.

"Where did you get the peach tree?"

Ao Cang was directly stunned, he had already closed his eyes and waited for death, he didn't expect the time to run?

"It doesn't matter where he came from, hahahaha, we're saved! I will explain that the Spirit King, his old man, is far-sighted and wise, and will never abandon us. ”

The old ghost's eyes widened, and he burst into laughter.

He had forgotten that he was still angrily scolding King Mingling in his heart just now for treating them as pawns.

"Reversing the calamity, turning the clouds and rain, what a profound means of creation. It is extreme, the Great Snow Mountain is just an ordinary inheritance, and the highest is only to cultivate to the realm of the Bodhisattva, our Shinto is also the largest force in the world, and there is a strong person like the Ming Ling King, how can it be easily calculated. ”

When the joy in his heart subsided, the old ghost looked at the peach tree that covered the sky and muttered.

They were in the midst of calamity before, and the five aggregates were all lost, so naturally they couldn't calculate anything.

Now that we have escaped the catastrophe, when we look back at ourselves again, we can find something strange.

It is rumored that the strongest person in the Great Snow Mountain is only a Bodhisattva, but it is equivalent to the Heavenly Immortal Karma Rank, and he does not even have the inheritance of the Ten Lands Bodhisattva Realm.

Such an existence vainly tries to calculate the Ming Ling King, just like the careful thinking of a yellow-haired child, who thinks he has succeeded, where can he hide it from the eyes of adults.

Everything is still in Shinto's plan.

It is no wonder that the Great Snow Mountain only drove some tribesmen over, and the human court allocated 60,000 elites to encircle and suppress it.

So it makes sense.

The imperial court has long been in cahoots with Shinto...... Well, there was a friendly exchange, but they acted in a play together.

After figuring out this joint, the old ghost's heart was even happier.

As a Shinto person, I am a cow, and I am proud that I am a member of Shinto.

"However, with my understanding of King Mingling, his old man has always taken one step and calculated two steps, and he made such a big move and acted in a play, it can't be just to destroy the third holy land of a big snow mountain."

The old ghost rolled his eyes and felt that things were not so simple.

Now that the haze that had shrouded his mind had dissipated, his mind was clear, and he could now think of many details that he hadn't considered before.

With the fishing ability of those old silver coins, since there is a calculation, it is impossible to sprinkle such bait if you don't make a lot of money.

Just as he was thinking this, all of a sudden, the peach tree that covered the heavens and the earth suddenly overflowed with brilliant brilliance, and circles of merit and merit appeared.

These merits, which should have been seen only by cultivators, were so rich that they directly broke through the void, causing many mortals to see the merits like a halo.

"Relief for 100,000 people, gifts from heaven and earth, merit like the sea."

When the old ghost saw this scene, he dispelled the last doubt in his heart.

The Great Snow Mountain wants to tear off the earth's leylines and kill 100,000 people, thus causing the heavens and the earth to revolt, and finally die with Shinto.

But Shinto did the opposite, and when he rescued these 100,000 people, not only did he not lose anything, but he gained immeasurable merit because of his meritorious work.

Although these merits are nothing for the entire Shinto, for an individual, they are enough to bless a person from disasters and disasters and successfully ascend to immortals.

The old ghost sighed again in his heart, when will he be able to learn this method of calculation, and then combine his supernatural powers, which will be enough to lay out far-reaching and plan infinite benefits for himself.

He was thinking like this, but suddenly there was a brilliant light all around him.

Ao Cang on the side also showed the brilliance of merit.

Although the two of them had been paddling all along, they were also part of Shinto, and this time they were in the center of the whirlpool.

In the event of a disaster, they will die as soon as possible, but there is a benefit and a profit as soon as possible.

"No, it seems that you and I should be lucky."

The old ghost looked at Ao Cang's qi head-on, but felt that the brilliance was dazzling, and the future would definitely be smooth.

I see that Ao Cang has a lot of good luck, and I expect Ao Cang to see me like this.

His heart was full of joy, but Qiu Ping's figure couldn't help but appear in his mind.

"Qiu Tiju, I'm sorry, although you have something to do with the leader, but you really didn't participate in this matter, I'm afraid you won't be able to share much merit."

The old ghost suddenly remembered Qiu Ping, who ran to the third holy land to steal things with the help of the mixed hole, and smiled in his heart.

What about related households, luck will not favor you just because you are a related household.

"Old ghost, that man...... It won't be ...... Qiu Ping. ”

Ao Cang's gaze fell on a branch of the big peach tree, and a black-faced boy was sitting on it, and a light like the sun rose behind him.

Damn, who's shining!

The old ghost just glanced at it, and his eyes were stinged by the light. He is a Yin Soul Body, and his eyesight is certainly not as good as that of the True Dragon Clan.

When he heard Ao Cang say this, he could barely tell that it seemed to be Qiu Ping.

However, why is the golden light of merit on this kid's body so thick, this is so unscientific!

"I'm sorry, I accidentally planted a big peach tree, I didn't scare you." Qiu Ping rode on the big tree, and then his figure flickered, and he appeared next to the old ghost and Ao Cang.

"You...... You're not stealing ......."

"Steal something, I planted this peach tree myself, don't talk nonsense."

Qiu Ping hurriedly interrupted the old ghost's words, we are serious children, how can we steal things, don't tarnish people's innocence out of thin air.

"So, you saved everyone?"

The old ghost's brain can't turn around, doesn't it mean that King Mingling saved everyone? How did it become a little loach?

"What saves people? What's wrong with you? ”

Qiu Ping found that he couldn't understand what the old ghost was saying, didn't he just leave for a while, how could he make it like the end of the world.

In his mind, he was just stealing...... Ahem, he was trapped when he went to the door, and then he was hit by a peach, and then the peach was eaten by him, and the peach pit turned into a tree.

Oh, and I took the time to sweep the floor halfway through.

Although this tree is a little bigger, but we are in the world of cultivating immortals, it is not so unusual to have a slightly larger tree.

"Didn't you save people? Then why is there such a heavy golden light of merit on your head......"

Ao Cang was a little angry in his heart, with his understanding of the little loach, if this thing was really done by him, he would have bragged everywhere.

Could it be that this kid really doesn't know?

Before he could speak, the old ghost covered his mouth.

"Ahaha, isn't it just the golden light of merit, we all have it, Qiu Tiju is our leader, and it is normal to be a little rich."

The old ghost snorted, but his heart was cold.

It seems that the background of this little loach is much deeper than he imagined, and such a great merit is directly attributed to his head, and this favoritism is not hidden at all, right?

I don't want my face anymore, right, heh, it's black, it's really black.

"Qiu Tiju, planting such a big tree, you must be tired." The old grimace lifted up and smiled brightly.

He nodded at Qiu Ping and bowed, almost pinching his leg and beating his back.

"Okay, I'll tell you, the big snow mountain is really bad, they put an umbrella in the small world, the umbrella you know, it's the kind that blocks the rain, of course I want to tell you that the umbrella is not the one that blocks the rain, but then again, I don't mean it can't stop the rain......"

As soon as the little loach thought of what he had passed in the small world, he was filled with righteous indignation and couldn't stop talking.

He chattered a lot, but his language organization skills were really poor, and he only listened to the old ghost and the two ghosts.

"Let me tell you, I have long seen that these monks are not good things, how can good monks make the small world bloody......"

"If I come to lead the troops, I will definitely arrest and torture those monks......"

The little loach was foaming at the mouth, as if he wanted to tell all his grievances.

"Well said! It is rare for Qiu Tiju to have such courage and be a model for us. ”

Before he could finish his words, a man dressed in black and even his face was as black as charcoal appeared.

However, although he said words of praise in his mouth, his face was as stiff as iron, and he did not look like a boaster at all.

Qiu Ping turned his head and stared at the visitor.

Uncle, who are you?

"Hao Yun, the warden of the Little God General City God's Fortune Division, has seen Hei Zhenjun a lot."

When the old ghost saw the comer, his face changed suddenly, and he quickly saluted.

With this signature black face, in addition to the black Zhenjun who is on a par with Bai Zhenjun, where is there anyone else.

It's just, how did this black god appear here?

The old ghost shrank his head like a mouse at the sight of a cat.

Although that Bai Zhenjun looked a little weird, the sense of oppression was not as strong as this one.

I didn't expect me to update so early today

(End of chapter)