"Even if it's the Great Luo Realm, it's just a pile of rotten meat after death..."

"Cultivating immortals..."

"It's nowhere near as fun as playing games."

Liu Wushu had a little vicissitudes in his eyes and whispered softly.

The long sword in his hand turned from red to light blue again, very restrained, and he couldn't see that just now, it also beheaded a person who was a big Luo fivefold.

"Not even a scabbard..."

"It's a hassle with two swords."

Looking at the Killing Immortal Sword, Liu Wuxian's eyes did not show any joy at all, and he looked a little distressed.

The Killing Immortal Sword couldn't help but let out a low groan of grievance.

In the end, Liu Wushu could only wrap the sword with cloth at will, put it behind his back, re-hold the umbrella, and disappear into the vast sea.

……

"Su Yang..."

"Are you my fate?"

Jin Cicada didn't know when, he returned to this desert again, looking at the vanished Buddha phantom, his face was a little cold.

For this plan, I started planning thousands of years ago, and I was even one step away from success...

In the end, he was forced to choose to give up.

Whenever Su Yang appeared in front of him, he had a very strange feeling, as if there was a pair of eyes secretly watching him.

As long as he makes the slightest move, he will face a doom.

There wasn't even any evidence, just pure intuition.

But this intuition has saved him countless times.

For this reason, he had to show weakness several times and hide his strength, but Su Yang would always appear in front of him again and again at critical moments.

"Is all this a coincidence, or..."

"In the dark, there are two hands that are pushing all this?"

"But I'm an ant-like being..."

"Or, do you use me as Su Yang's whetstone?"

Jin Chanzi's face became more and more solemn.

After a long time, he breathed a sigh of relief, regained his nature, looked at the desert under his feet, and muttered to himself: "But it seems... Everyone has forgotten one thing, back then, this five-finger mountain, it was not just that stone that left the breath of the Buddha..."

As the words fell, the Buddha power in the golden cicada's body continued to boil, and the desert under his feet formed quicksand, forming a huge whirlpool.

The golden cicada was half-kneeling on the ground and put her hand on the desert.

The golden light continued to spread in all directions.

In the sky, the sound of Buddha is lingering.

"Buddha, your most devout devotee, come and guide you..."

"It's back!"

A faint smile appeared at the corner of the golden cicada's mouth, and the Buddha power in her body continued to stir.

Ahead, the vortex was moving faster and faster, as if there was a bottomless abyss below that was swallowing it.

I don't know how long it took, Jin Chanzi's face turned a little pale, but his smile became brighter: "Buddha, I found you!" ”

As the words fell, the hand on the ground seemed to grasp something, and suddenly twitched upward!

In the whirlpool, a giant dragon formed by quicksand suddenly shuttled out, biting a yellowed rune paper in its mouth.

On the paper is written the words "Om, Mah, Why, Horn, Moo, Woo"!

It's just that with the passage of time, the text has become a little bleak.

The golden cicada slowly got up and raised his palm.

The dragon slowly approached, and gently handed the rune paper into the golden cicada's hand, and then turned into quicksand again and melted into the desert.

Jin Cicada clenched the rune paper in his hand, closed his eyes slightly, and after a long time, a faint smile appeared on his face: "It is worthy of you, the Buddha post written casually, thousands of years later, can not be dissipated." ”

As he spoke, the golden cicada's palm glowed with Dao Buddha light, crushing the rune paper.

A wisp of breath that was far more precise than the golden cicada Buddha light diffused from the shattered rune paper.

The golden cicada sucked hard, and before it spread, it all absorbed into its own body!

"Your breath..."

"It's so pure..."

The golden cicada muttered to herself, and the Buddha light on her body suddenly became vigorous at this moment.

It's just a wisp of the Buddha's breath, which makes his breath continue to grow, and vaguely, he has even touched the threshold of the Da Luo Quadruple, and he is only one step away from breaking through.

"As long as I use your breath to devour a few Buddhas..."

Jin Chanzi didn't finish his words, but slowly opened his eyes, looking at the distant Spirit Mountain, and a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

"Just let me, for you, first put this spiritual mountain... Let's take it back. ”

As he spoke, the phantom of the ancient Buddha of the golden cicada appeared behind him again.

After absorbing the breath of the Buddha, this golden cicada ancient Buddha looks much more sacred.

A terrifying aura emanated from its body, forming a beam of light that went straight to the sky and connected to the Spirit Mountain.

But soon, the golden cicada's expression changed slightly.

"Why didn't you speed it up?"

"Take the breath of the Buddha as a guide, up to three days..."

"But..."

"No, no!"

The golden cicada fell into deep thought, and kept babbling in her mouth.

Just as he was thinking, a mouthful of blood suddenly spurted out of his mouth, his face turned pale, and the pillar of light connecting heaven and earth also dissipated.

He sat on the ground in embarrassment, and the phantom face of the Golden Cicada Ancient Buddha behind him also showed a look of pain, constantly struggling and twisting.

"Buddha... In the breath of the Buddha..."

"I don't even have any Buddha power..."

"He... Isn't he a Buddha? ”

"The pure Buddha light is just a layer of disguise..."

"Hahaha... Joke... It's a big joke! ”

The golden cicada seemed to have sensed something, and a look of madness appeared on her originally calm face, looking at the residue of the rune paper under her feet, and laughing a little madly.

"What exactly is a Buddha? What is Lingshan? ”

"You let me reincarnate in the tenth life to comprehend the Buddha's heart, and what is the result?"

He staggered to his feet, and at this moment, there was no noble golden cicada of Lingshan, only a mad monk.

The golden cicada kept babbling in his mouth, his eyes were scattered, and after taking a few steps, he fell back into the desert.

This time, the golden cicada no longer got up, but stared directly at the looming and very vague Lingshan in the sky, and the only reason in his mind was constantly collapsing.

"I..."

"I see."

"You..."

As if she suddenly thought of something, Jin Cicada's eyes widened suddenly, as if she wanted to open her mouth and say something.

But before he could finish speaking, a faint soul power suddenly came from the shattered rune paper not far away.

This soul power appeared very suddenly, and almost in the blink of an eye, it burrowed into the golden cicada's mind.

The golden cicada snorted and spat out a mouthful of blood.

He turned his head in disbelief and looked to the side.

The remnants of the rune paper rose with the wind, spontaneously combusted in mid-air, turned into ashes, and completely disappeared into the vast desert.

Only the scorching sun still shines on the earth, reflecting the surrounding golden yellow, showing a desolate state.