The bitter sea is endless, boundless, the sea is as quiet as a mirror, the surrounding people are dead and lonely, if you raise your eyes to look into the distance, you can find that there is a faint shadow at the end of the sight, lofty mountains, heavy snow and cold wind.

The Son of Fumaya sat cross-legged in place, constricting his thoughts, knowing that the other side of the illusory shadow was out of reach, and if he wanted to get out of the sea of suffering in such a realm, the only way to look back would mean to let go, and it would mean to plant the Buddha nature in the heart, and the path of the Son of the Buddha was very different from the Buddha's way, and if the Buddha nature was planted in the heart, it was the same as the way of death and disappearance.

"Old monk, let's discuss, you let me go, I will return the same way, the fish at home is the fat season, I don't want to miss the time. ”

"Amitabha, the sea of bitterness reflects the heart, although the old monk is honest and straightforward, but under the crown of the Holy Son in this territory, he can't deceive me. ”

Itgrad turned the palm of the rosary slightly, glanced at the reflection in the sea of suffering, turned back and continued to chant, his heart and mouth were different, and the shadows were very different, and none of this son's words were credible.

The Holy Son of Formaya looked at the illusory image reflected in the sea of suffering, pursed his lips, and said seriously: "Ahem, I teased you just now, this time I will be serious, if you let me out, I will immediately return the same way, you and I will be separated from each other, goodbye and not acquaintance." ”

The words fell, the bitter sea quietly dispersed, the holy son of Fumaya looked at the undulating Kunlun Mountain with the sword light, turned his eyes, and just wanted to move but saw the thin old monk raise his palm again, and was frightened to turn around and flee, like a three-nine east wind sweeping through the sky, without looking back.

Itgrad chuckled and fell into the clouds, sniffing the drunken summer breeze, and slowly walked towards Kunlun Mountain, which is convenient for others and convenient for himself, his monk is not the same as the dust, since he has helped Qingxu Lao Dao to do things, he has to be beneficial.

The millions of soldiers of Daqin, if they fight Donghu, they will die, the world is long, and only the young ancestor can dissuade the master.

Two or three fire crows swept over the mountain peaks, and seven or eight clouds changed their appearance. Nan Nuo walked briskly to the top of the mountain, looked at the Dao Monument that listed countless names of different races, sat down cross-legged, and felt the Four Poles Heavenly Banner waving in the wind on the peak of the holy mountain.

It is not difficult to defeat Li Menghan, but it is not easy to send Luoyang back to the world, since she has recovered her strength, she should go back, and now Kunlun needs Luoyang more than her.

At this time, Luoyang, the young man who was in Yiren's mind, was approaching the first white stone hall, and as soon as he pushed the door into the house, the burly man sitting in the hall jumped up, and the war hammer the size of the grinding disc was smashed down.

In an instant, Luoyang calmly stood in the position where the original big man was sitting, the beautifully decorated stone hall trembled suddenly, countless dust shook off the roof beams, and there was a large pit near the door out of thin air.

The blood demon boy jumped out of the shallow pit with a war hammer, looked at the Terran boy who was holding the sword sideways, and said angrily: "My name is Xiang Yu, I am proficient in all weapons, and I think that the heavy hammer is the easiest to be restrained by the sword, so I use the hammer to fight you!"

Luoyang took a step forward, stared at Xiang Yu's non-fake expression, and asked softly, "My name is Luoyang, are you ready?"

Xiang Yu took a deep breath, lifted the hammer, squinted at Luoyang's left hand to lift the sword, and nodded heavily.

In an instant, a vague black shadow flashed on Xiang Yu's side, Luo Yang chuckled and pulled a sword flower, put the sword back into its sheath, and walked towards the outside of the hall.

Xiang Yu threw away the heavy hammer that was broken in half in his hand, touched the shallow sword mark on his neck, sat down cross-legged, grinned, and muttered: "It's good to lose, it's good to lose, you won't be beaten if you lose, Dongnan Nuo, Xi Menghan, two unreasonable crazy women, fight slowly, Lao Tzu won't mix!"

The teleportation array light passed through the window of the temple, and the six temple elders sat down around the round table one after another, the emperor was in the first place, and from right to left were the burly blood demon patriarch, the thin shadow demon patriarch, the gentle dream demon patriarch, the brocade-clothed witch demon patriarch, and the pink-eyed heart demon patriarch.

The demons sat down, and Nan Li turned to the old witch in splendid black, who raised his hand to evoke the projection on the table.

The young man in white in the projection has already passed the first level, and is heading towards the second level in high spirits.

Nan Liwan smiled lightly, tilted his head to look at the burly demon with heavy armor on his side, and laughed: "Brother Xiang, your son was defeated fast enough, faster than when you were guarding the pass!"

The big demon in heavy armor chuckled innocently, didn't care about Nan Li's ridicule, but looked at Nan Nuo sitting in front of the monument with interest.

He was very curious about how Nan Nuo wanted to break this game, whether he would make a big fuss without scruples, personally beat Li Menghan down, or gamble everything on his lover, and take the risk of the death of the human race.

Zhu Yu Linghe rode the wind, the dense clouds and mist dispersed a little, and a few rays of clear and pleasing light fell on the strange pine, Luoyang chuckled and approached the second hall, and was about to raise his hand to push the door, when the shadow demon boy in short black clothes suddenly appeared behind Luoyang, holding up a jade dagger, and stabbed straight at Luoyang's neck.

Seeing this, the Shadow Demon Patriarch couldn't help but squint his eyes, looked at Nanli quietly, clenched his fists in private, and secretly scolded the rabbit cub for being disobedient, this human race is also the son-in-law of the Demon Emperor when he is not popular, this dispute of interests has nothing to do with the Shadow Demon, how is it necessary to kill him, how is this different from provoking fire?

"Hehe, the green fangs are all used, old man Chuqi, how much does your grandson want to kill this kid?"

"Old ghost Guo Mu, don't disgust me, you and I know what the boy thinks about Menghan girl, I will take out the Ten Directions Star Shepherd Staff later, what should you do!"

The old man of the witch demon looked stunned, perceiving the ten directions of the star staff in the third hall, but after thinking about it slightly, he breathed a sigh of relief, since he wanted to fight for love, then he would fight for a high or low, pick it up to put it down, if he didn't pick it up, he would never be able to let it go, and the declining heart demon concubine was not worthy of the pride of his witch and demon clan.

The remnant elephant was shattered, the green fangs fell into the air, Chu Liao glanced at Luoyang behind him, launched an offensive again, first dodged behind Luoyang, and left a remnant image with the green fangs, and then fled to Luoyang's body, cutting Luoyang's heart.

In an instant, the green fangs fell into the air again, Luoyang patted Chu Liao's shoulder, returned a friendly smile, turned around and raised his sword, and continued to walk towards the mountain.

These are all Nannuo's clansmen, and they will get along for a long time in the future, as long as they can keep Luoyang, they don't want to die, and they can be vigorous, and they have to be pointed.

Chu Liao stood in place, looking at Luoyang, who went straight to the third hall, after thinking about it, he walked down the mountain, and sighed softly: "It's a good guy, forget it, forget it, it's not difficult for you to be embarrassed today, and it's not easy for you to ...... when you bump into those two mothers-in-law at the same time."

Seeing that his grandson had stopped, Chu Qi breathed a sigh of relief, turned around and leaned back in the chair, and looked at Guo Mu with interest.

Li Menghan and Nan Nuo are fighting endlessly, Guo Feng has no reason not to kill Luoyang, compared to the first two battles of deliberately releasing water, this competition is the main event, if the human race dies in the hands of Guo Feng, it must be an opportunity......

The door of the hall was not heavy, and Luoyang stepped into the third hall, the hall was lit up with bright starlight, and the white-clothed young man who was squinting and pretending to sleep held the eyebrow star staff in front of him, and flew by step, sweeping thousands of troops.

Large swaths of white jade bricks rose into the air, and ash spread all over the hall.

Luoyang took a big step back, drew his sword and slashed, the brilliant sword and the star staff touched together, and the sound of Jin Ge was deafening, startling the seven or eight fire crows outside the hall.

The staff was so powerful that Luoyang Piao couldn't stand firm after taking a few steps back.

Boom! The violent wind roared again, and the star staff of purple lightning shone through the unfallen dust, and smashed down on Luoyang's head, and the strength on the staff surged like waves, scattering the strength to the ground, drawing an arc-shaped ravine that was knee-deep.

"Thundering Star Hunting!"

As the name suggests, fast as a meteor, Luoyang, who had no time to dodge, had to raise his sword to block, the golden sword shook slightly, Luoyang floated out of dozens of steps horizontally, and after breaking through the main hall, he turned around and fell into the mountain road.