Gradually, the spatial fluctuations became more and more intense, and a sense of tiredness struck, and Wang Zijia in a trance was drowsy, and his consciousness gradually became chaotic.

"Ding!"

In the next moment, in Wang Zijia's mind, the equivalent balance and the three red copper weights emitted an incomparably dazzling golden light, and the scales kept vibrating, and the red copper weights rotated around it at high speed.

The huge movement made Wang Zijia, who was in a trance and his consciousness gradually chaotic, wake up in an instant.

In the chaotic sea of consciousness, the golden balance continued to tremble, and the red copper weight rotated into three rays of light at high speed, which had never had such a fierce reaction, making Wang Zijia's complexion change slightly.

But he didn't see any new weights born, and when Wang Zijia saw this, after a little hesitation, he cautiously poked his thoughts out.

"What is this?"

When Wang Zijia's consciousness returned, he found that he was no longer in the woods before, but he had not entered any of the legendary ghost realms.

Instead, he came to a silver-white world, and the whole world was silvery white, except for a golden Sanskrit text flashing in front of him.

Wang Zijia was in a silver world, and for some reason, he had a strange feeling that he couldn't explain.

It feels very strange, but it's inexplicably familiar, but I haven't thought about it for a long time and I haven't thought about it anywhere.

The scales in his mind trembled violently, and he didn't have time to delve into these, Wang Zijia looked at the golden Sanskrit in front of him.

It was a worn-out page, as if it had been torn from some Buddhist text.

As for why it is a Buddhist text?

Because it's written in Sanskrit!!

It's the Sanskrit word that Wang Zijia knew in his previous life!

What stunned Wang Zijia was that he obviously didn't know this thing in his previous life, let alone this life.

On the back and front of the page, there are a lot of words printed, and Wang Zijia doesn't know all of them.

But there is a handwritten text before and after, and Wang Zijia understands the same text, and even more understands it.

Qing rules and precepts: temporary karma, after a hundred years, each follows the six paths, and does not belong to each other.

Thousands of feet of red dust: the sun and the moon look at each other, like turning and not centrifuging. When I saw Jun Xing sitting, it was like a fire.

Among them, [Qing Rules and Precepts] and [Wanzhang Hongchen] are Wang Zijia's feelings when he sees two lines of poetry, which are not written, there are only poems on them, no titles.

"What does that mean?"

"Where's the Ghost Realm?"

"What is this for?"

Wang Zijia looked at this thing blankly, and the pages of the book kept turning in front of Wang Zijia, and at the same time it was vibrating slightly.

The equivalents in my mind were also vibrating at the same frequency, and the golden light was constantly overflowing.

The next moment, probably because Wang Zijia didn't move for a long time, the equivalent balance in his mind shook a little more violently, as if he was under some terrifying pressure.

While making Wang Zijia's heart slightly nervous, he consciously touched the golden balance decisively, and learned to get the golden finger to use the prompt before, and asked: What do I want to do?

【Choice!】 】

The inexplicable information feedback made Wang Zijia still a little dazed.

What to choose?

Choose [Qing Rules and Precepts] or [Ten Thousand Feet of Red Dust]?

Are these two lines of poetry, clearly written by the same person, two different choices?

Looking at the two lines of text above, Wang Zijia frowned slightly.

The two lines of poetry gave Wang Zijia two feelings: the rules and precepts and the red dust.

Speaking of feelings alone, he is willing to choose Wanzhang Hongchen. But······

'The sun and the moon look at each other, as if they are not centrifuged. When I saw Jun Xing sitting, it was like a fire. ’

It's a love poem, right?

And it's also a love poem that is nostalgic and full of lovesickness!

The current lawsuit in Wang Zijia's mind doesn't know what kind of situation this is, and he instinctively rejects this thing.

In addition, the page is obviously in Sanskrit, and the main thrust of the precepts is obviously more consistent, and in the case of conservatism, it should be more secure!

Wang Zijia, who didn't have much time to think, felt the vibration of the golden balance in his mind becoming more and more violent, and it seemed that if he didn't hurry up, the balance would not be able to bear it.

He reached out decisively and touched its front.

'Temporary karma, after a hundred years, each follows the six realms, and is not related. ’

As Wang Zijia touched the handwritten poem on the front, the page in front of him also bloomed with golden light.

In the next moment, in the entire silver-white space, endless silver unknown energy frantically surged towards Wang Zijia, completely submerging Wang Zijia in it.

Wang Zijia fell into a trance again, this time completely unconscious.

······

"Boom!"

"Bump!"

"Fa Hui? Fa Hui? ”

In a trance, Wang Zijia felt a strong fluctuation of the spell, and the energy level was so exaggerated that his heart trembled. There was a call in my ears.

Wang Zijia woke up faintly, and his eyes were white, and countless things were wriggling.

Seems to be a white bone skeleton?

An endless sea of skeletons, constantly surging.

Turning to look at the side, a bald young man in a robe was looking at him suspiciously, his face full of questions.

It seems that he was the one who spoke just now, and he seemed to be talking to himself?

'Fa Hui? Calling yourself? ’

Subconsciously lowered his head, and found that he was actually wearing a robe, and reached out to touch the top of his head, which was cool for a while.

"Boom!"

The strong spiritual power fluctuation made Wang Zijia subconsciously raise his head.

What did he see???

I saw that above the nine heavens, the giant Buddha and the blood-colored skeleton were fighting, and there were smaller Vajra Arhats and terrified demons fighting around.

Looking around, the monks of the Infant God Realm are fighting in the sea of skeletons like soldiers, although they are not to the level of miscellaneous soldiers, it is estimated that they are the same as the level of 100,000 heavenly soldiers and generals in myths and legends!

Well, Wang Zijia is one of the 100,000 heavenly soldiers who sent 100,000 heavenly soldiers to hunt demons in the mythological story!

Who am I?

Where am I?

What am I going to do?

Entering the Ghost Realm normally, shouldn't he see a dilapidated area like a ghost ship?

What the hell is this now?

Crossed again?

Or into an infinite stream?

At this moment, Wang Zijia was completely confused!

"Fa Hui, Fa Hui? Was it a shock to your heart by a demonic spirit? Beside him, the young monk looked at him dumbfounded, and while calling again, the rosary in his hand bloomed, and a heart and soul Dao method fell head-on to Wang Zijia.

Wang Zijia's whole person was a spirit, and he instantly entered the state of a sage.

The paste in the mind quickly wakes up.

You should have entered the Netherworld!

It's just that it's not a regular deserted world, but an extremely special world of the living, like a peach blossom paradise.

And for unknown reasons (probably because of Goldfinger), he seems to have entered the infinite stream mode and has an indigenous identity!

A Buddhist identity, Fa Hui?

So before [choosing] was choosing an identity, or choosing a faction?

Is this realm a war realm?

The battlefield of eternal reincarnation?

However······ Isn't this treacherous domain a bit exaggerated, fighting in the sky, that fluctuation, that power, at least the earth immortal boss, right?

The gods and Buddhas of the heavens are reincarnated forever in the strange realm?

Although the sin is exaggerated, it is not exaggerated to this extent!

Wang Zijia always felt that something was wrong!

Also, given the identity, why didn't you set the information or memory related to the identity?

Since it's similar to infinite streams, giving identity implantation, shouldn't it be given relevant information, how can Goldfinger get it?

Is it because I came in by choice, and didn't I go directly into the realm of treachery like ordinary people?

Or did I choose it for too long just now, which affected the identity of Goldfinger for me?

"It's better!" When Wang Zijia was thinking about it, the young monk beside him asked Wang Zijia with concern.

"Well, it's better!" Wang Zijia cleaned up his mood slightly, suppressed the idea of exploding, and replied as such.

"That's good, it's your first time participating in the battle of the creatures of the Stygian, be careful, you should be more careful of the demons in the shadows than these skeleton shelves." The young monk admonished.

As he spoke, he threw out a string of rosary beads, and 108 rosary beads rushed into the sea of bones like cannonballs, knocking down a piece of skeletons.

Wang Zijia: "······"

This Nima is also a baby god!!

And the boundless sea of skeletons in front of him is not so exaggerated, most of them are skeletons in the sacrificial wine and real life realm, which can be regarded as small minions····· What a fart!

Is this Nima Battlefield Ghost Domain so exaggerated?!!!

Real people are miscellaneous soldiers, and baby gods are not as good as dogs!

Wang Zijia collected his thoughts, and for the time being, he no longer dwelled on why he came here, but began to observe his own situation.

I saw that they were on a hill at the moment, and there were a bunch of bald heads behind them meditating and recovering.

Golden runes flew out from the top of the bald heads, converging in the sky, forming a huge pale golden light shroud of hemisphere to envelop the mountain, guarding the resting bald monks in it.

And the young monk like him, fighting with a light mask, seems to be in shifts.

When you are tired, you get into it, and inside the mask, one of the dense bald heads, rotates.

As far as the eye could see, in the entire sea of bones, there were a lot of golden light masks.

At the core of the mask, there are three words flashing: Three Realms Temple!

In every light mask around, there are such flickering words, it should be an ancient force?

So this is an endless battlefield between the Ancient Buddha Gate and the Demon Realm?

In his thoughts, Wang Zijia found that he had not attacked for a long time, and among the bald heads who were resting and maintaining the mask behind him, there were already people looking at him, and his searching eyes were asked, to the effect: Do you need to rotate?

Seeing this, Wang Zijia carefully threw out a lava fireball.

"Boom!"

The fireball explodes, blowing up a piece of the skeleton. None of the people around him looked strange, as if this was the spell he was supposed to know.

Wang Zijia quietly breathed a sigh of relief, fortunately, in terms of identity setting, at least he didn't have to worry about spells.

But in the next moment, Wang Zijia was shocked to find that he couldn't escape into the sea of knowledge, and he couldn't sense his natal magic weapon!

That's not right, it should be that he can only perceive a small space around the golden balance, and he can't perceive the boundless sea of chaotic knowledge, let alone go to the sea of demon cultivators.

And all over the body, except for a robe and monk's robe, there is only one identity talisman of the Three Realms Temple.

The shape of the body has not changed, and it is still the same as himself.

This is what your body looks like, but it doesn't seem to be yourself?

Illusion?

Something is wrong!

Wang Zijia was sticking to the light mask, brainlessly bombarding the Sea of Skulls, while observing everything around him, and all kinds of thoughts popped up in his mind!

To this day, he is still confused.

The main thing is that he didn't give any information, and he was suddenly thrown into such a demon battlefield, and became a little monk fighting with people, and whoever came would be confused.

He didn't even know what he was going to do with it.

If it weren't for the fact that he had an understanding of the infinite flow of the heavens in his previous life, and his ability to accept it was okay, he couldn't even determine the basic situation at this moment.

Half loud, Wang Zijia didn't figure out the specific situation.

"The bald donkeys of the Three Realms Temple, the old lady fought with you!"

In the sky, the huge flesh skeleton suddenly let out a beautiful female voice.

In the next moment, the sky was full of flesh and blood, falling into the sea of skeletons, and a fleshy skeleton was born.

It's like a monkey plucking its feathers, in the blink of an eye, the skeletons are doubled, and they are all flesh and bones!

"Be careful, this is a sinister seed, don't get contaminated, it's very troublesome to purify!" Beside him, the young monk who was obviously friends with him reminded him in time.

"Huh?" Wang Zijia's eyes lit up when he heard this.

"Boom!"

Take a few steps forward, no longer clinging to the reticle behind you.

During the mana fluctuations, one by one lava fireballs were thrown, and the surrounding flesh and blood were splattered.

"Fa Hui, what are you doing, be careful not to me!"

"You shouldn't have cultivated any fire method in the first place!"

“······”

Beside him, the monks who were fighting together began to speak one by one, and the already chaotic battlefield, with a burst of chickens and dogs, became even more chaotic.

In the process, Wang Zijia quietly stepped on a ball of flesh from the sky that had not had time to turn into a flesh skeleton.

"Value +20,000!"

Wang Zijia looked at the acquisition of value, and his eyes were bright and scary.

'This is not a fantasy?' ’

'There is really a ghostly realm full of gods and Buddhas???!!! ’

Otherwise, why is a small lump of pollution worth 20,000 yuan in Nima? ’

The thoughts continued, and Wang Zijia's movements never stopped.

Constantly bombarding the flesh and bones that have become much stronger around them, and specifically looking for the flesh that fell from the sky.

The surrounding battlefield is also becoming more and more chaotic, and even the light mask protection, some of them have begun to flicker, and there is a tendency to lose mana.

"Boom!"

Suddenly, a monk's body fell from the sky and fell into the sea of skeletons not far away.

"Gollum!" Wang Zijia subconsciously swallowed a mouthful of saliva.

He clearly saw that the monk died when he fell.

In Jin Cancan's body, several golden lights appeared, and they fell downstairs with them, and relics, magic weapons, and golden rune blocks were scattered!

The pollution is real, then this immortal Buddha who died in front of his eyes······

"Venerable Zongyu!"

"Sectarian senior!"

"Zongyu Bodhisattva!"

“······”

Because it was not far from their light array, a group of bald heads around them rushed towards that side in unison.

Seeing this, Wang Zijia no longer hesitated, and resolutely followed.

Beside him, the young monk who first woke up Wang Zijia was the fastest, rushing to the mutilated corpse first, scooping up the corpse and running back.

Another monk caught the largest group of light on the earth: the Golden Light Relic, which should be something similar to a precipitated inheritance.

(End of chapter)