It's just that...

What is the reason for this by lighting the lamp?

Maitreya couldn't figure it out.

In his understanding, the price paid must be equal to the benefits.

But now it's only three years of sealing yourself...

What's in it for granted?

When Lingshan returns, the barriers between the immortal world and the mortal world are completely opened, and he will still recover again.

"Could it be..."

"He wants to save someone?"

Maitreya's thoughts flowed, and there was a little realization in his eyes.

When these people return from Lingshan, he will definitely extinguish his mouth and leave no tongue.

Therefore, Randen chose this point in time to seal himself, it must be because he wants to keep someone.

But those Spirit Mountain guys don't have the slightest value.

"Mortal..."

"But that mortal is obviously from the underworld."

"There is another one from Heaven."

"The last man..."

"It's a bit of a sectarian."

"But these three have nothing to do with him lighting the lamp, isn't the burning lamp teaching?"

Maitreya meditated.

After a long time, there was no answer in my heart, and finally I watched the bronze coffin above my head slowly open, put myself in it, and gradually closed it.

The candle lamp rested at the front of the coffin, still emitting a faint light.

The coffin once again disappeared into the void.

Merely...

"Burn the lamp!"

"Are you looking for death?"

Outside the city of mountains and seas, in the mountains.

An angry roar rang out.

The sleeping Ziwei Emperor spoke angrily again and looked into the distance.

In the void, a coffin flashed by, shuttling towards the higher altitude, the target...

It seems to be the Heavenly Court.

Perhaps, Heavenly Court can't open a passage for people to pass through like Lingshan.

But the existence of the level of the Burning Lamp Ancient Buddha, sacrificing the natal artifact, is almost in a state of playing with life, and if you want to send something in, there is still a chance.

Therefore, without any psychological burden, he sent Maitreya in.

Moreover, due to the shuttle through the void, a lot of energy was consumed, and the seal of Maitreya had been weakened a lot.

In other words, at the latest, Maitreya will be resurrected in the coffin and appear in the heavenly court.

The most important thing is that it will take three years for Heavenly Court to recover.

This is also the reason why Emperor Ziwei is angry.

Allowing Maitreya to wander in the heavenly court for a year, God knows what kind of chaos the heavenly court will become.

Ignoring his own serious injuries, he gathered his thunder into a sword and slashed into the void, slashing at the coffin.

The coffin is shaken!

A clear sword mark appeared on it.

Even the candlelight on the coffin became unusually dim.

This is the reason why the lamp does not easily sacrifice this object, it is connected to the coffin with the same fate, this object is very powerful, but it is easy to break.

The coffin shattered, and he died.

But fortunately, the coffin still pierced through the void and disappeared into the mortal realm.

"Lighting !!"

"My heavenly court will never die with you!!"

Emperor Ziwei roared angrily.

In the sky, thunder flashed constantly.

And then...

"Shut up, it's noisy!"

In Shanhai City, there was a voice of dissatisfaction.

There are three places in the mortal realm, and at the same time, there is a sharp qi emerging.

Emperor Ziwei's voice stopped abruptly.

His face was gloomy like water, he looked in the direction of Shanhai City, and sneered: "The Zhuxian Sword is completely shattered, the four swords are missing one, and when the heavenly court returns, these three swords alone are not enough." ”

"These three swords can't kill Haotian, and they can't kill you?"

Liu Wushu said lightly.

Emperor Ziwei's face suddenly became even more ugly, he snorted coldly and kept silent.

In the void, only Liu Wuxian's sneering voice remained: "One sword down, there is only half a year left for the coffin seal, and Maitreya will recover in the heavenly court ahead of schedule." ”

"You are so self-defeating, once Heavenly Court returns, maybe you can die before me."

Emperor Ziwei clenched his fists, took a deep breath, and sat cross-legged on the top of the mountain again, falling into a deep sleep, repairing his injuries.

And at this moment in the Huangquan Medical Center.

After Su Yang left, Tong Tong laboriously took the little monk out of the warehouse, wiped the dust on his body, and took him to bask in the sun by the way.

And then...

In the distance, thunder and turmoil in the sky.

After the sword, the little monk's face instantly turned pale, and a mouthful of blood spurted out of his mouth, and he collapsed to the ground.

And the faint illusory shadow of the Ancient Buddha behind him disappeared at this moment.

"Ahem... Ahem..."

The little monk opened his eyes a little weakly, and subconsciously looked around: "This... Where is this? ”

"Golden Cicada... Hung up? ”

His memory is still in Canglong City.

Tong Tong touched his bald head a little dazedly.

And the little monk's mind is a large number of memories that have sprung up out of thin air.

Including being transported back to the Huangquan Medical Center by everyone.

Including the lighting of the lamp phase, the Lingshan Mountain.

Of course, the most remembered are the three pairs of hands.

If you have nothing to do, you will stroke your bald head.

Yes...

Jia Ming didn't hold back in the end and got involved.

"Shameless!"

The little monk touched his bald head, shouted angrily, and then rushed out of the door angrily.

But as soon as he stepped out, he fell to the ground.

"I..."

"When did I get hurt so badly!"

"Don't even have the strength to walk?"

The little monk had time to pay attention to his injuries, and finally couldn't help but curse secretly.

Tong Tong trotted over, helped him up, sat down in a rocking chair, went back to the room, took out a bowl of water, and handed it over.

"Burn the lamp..."

"Lingshan..."

"Teaching..."

The little monk recalled the images that kept pouring out of his mind, and slowly closed his eyes.

And at this moment, outside the Lingshan passage.

"Crape myrtle..."

"Hahaha, Ziwei is angry..."

"But it's all fake, fake!"

"You're a fool too!"

Like a mad monk, the golden cicada laughed, raised his head, and looked at the sky.

Originally, he had always been neatly dressed and out of the world, but now his white monk's robe was full of mud.

Even his face was covered in dust.

But he turned a blind eye, looked into the distance, and shouted madly.

"Huh..."

"The breath of the Buddha..."

"But the Buddha is fake."

"Why... Any Buddha is fake. ”

The golden cicada suddenly saw the passage erected on the ground, staggered over, and felt carefully.

"Camouflaged... It's like! ”

"Hey, hey..."

"It's fake, it's all fake."

A large amount of Buddha power emerged from the golden cicada's hands, but the Buddha power at this moment was not the golden light before, but it looked a little red, and it looked very gloomy.

He raised his fist and slammed it hard into the passage.

Then in the next second, a mouthful of blood spurted out of the golden cicada's mouth and flew out upside down, looking very embarrassed.

"He's fake, I'm real..."

"You really can't beat the fake."

"Hahaha."

He got up again, walked to the passage, and landed another punch, and was knocked away again.

The passage built by Maitreya himself was far from being able to break it.

But he never got tired of it, got up again and again, fell again and again, and seriously injured himself.