Chapter 189: The Providence of All People's Hearts

In the wind, the yellow-faced old monk flew all the way.

In order to avoid unnecessary trouble, he took the southern region on this trip, and traveled up along the long river line, bypassing the place where the Yellow River was held and the extremely spectacular viewing platform, and headed in the direction of Yunguo.

When he walked somewhere, the small bell on his waist suddenly trembled.

"The Hanging Temple is a special thing, please make it convenient for all the good lords!"

The sound of the Buddha is grand, and the sound shocks the distant sky.

But the wind stopped.

No, it's not the wind that stops, it's the whole space.

The narrow side of the world is like a cage. Everything that is known, seen, and felt is in a state of flux.

Someone actually didn't sell the face of the Hanging Temple and forcibly blocked the road!

The momentum of the bitter feeling of flying is stopped, the person is in the high dome, the hand holds the big fearless seal, quite solemn, and it is very much the monk's bearing of walking in the East Holy Land of Buddhism.

But when I saw him shouting, "It's just for crossing, I have no intention of disturbing each other, if there is any obstacle, I can detour! I don't know where the master is blocking the way, please make it convenient!"

The words were mellow and polite, both gentle and solemn.

However, the high dome was silent.

"The eight calves of the turtle raised by the son of a bitch are stinky straw sandals!" Seeing that no one paid attention to it, Kujue suddenly jumped up and scolded: "What kind of ghostly monster who hides his head and tail dares to block your Buddha's way!

He is a man of action, and he has always scolded and beaten. All in one go, never procrastinating.

The scolding stopped, and the fearless handprint has been pushed out, and it is majestic at first glance!

The courage of the outer way, the difference of suppressing evil demons. The Daring Dauntless Handprint slammed through the stillness of the wind, slammed into the imprisoned space, followed the connection of the underworld, and crashed into the real enemy.

Fantasy in reality!

However, above the boundless high dome, a large half-virtual and half-real hand appeared, silently greeting each other, so lightly and so appropriately.

Just caught the mudra.

An ethereal voice sounded at this time: "Great monk, turn back to the shore!"

Then there was a huge echo -

"Turn back is the shore, turn back is the shore......"

In the heavens and on the earth, in all directions, from every direction, such echoes were heard. The sound echoes are not stopped, this is some kind of extremely clever sound killing method, which is intended to "expel the word".

However, it combines many methods, and does not completely belong to any sect or sect, so people can't see the root cause at all.

The small bell hanging on Kujue's waist, the famous me heard the bell, and it was suppressed for a while and stopped trembling.

"It's you!"

The yellow-faced old monk suddenly widened his eyes.

This old monk, who has always been tired of accompanying him, seems to have finally moved his true character.

The old face, which was dry and wrinkled, was filled with a kind of anger.

He seemed to recognize the comer, his palms were closed, and the majestic qi was as powerful as a dragon, mighty, brave and deadly, shaking in all directions.

"Hum!Ahh

Recite all the Buddha's fearless eight-character mantra!

Every word has the power of Vajra, the fire of Buddha's wrath. The words were recited, and the heavens and the earth were shaken in an instant.

Although Ku Jue did not have a great reputation in the transcendent world, he was not at all like the thunderous ones he boasted to Jiang Wang, and even in the Buddha land to which the Hanging Temple belonged, few good believers had heard of him.

But he is indeed one of the strongest among the monks of the Hanging Temple.

Otherwise, you can't scold the first seat of the Dragon Descending Temple and the first seat of the Guanshi Temple every day, and smile with the abbot.

At this moment, he shot in a rage, and he was majestic.

Real people spit out the truth, subdue the foreign demons, and eliminate the evil.

The shackles of the entire space were broken in an instant, and the wind howled again.

Everything is back to normal, and the bitter sense of insight is real.

Because the eight-character mantra given to the Sauvignon Blanc sword weapon has dissipated, the disciples who have high hopes are in danger. He doesn't want to dwell on it too much, even if it's full of resentment. After the truth is broken, he wants to leave this place.

But a wisp of heavenly wind was drawn and blew from nothingness, fluttering, smoky, and descending into this world.

The wind, providence also.

Unpredictable, untouchable, in the land of nothingness, there is an unfathomable power.

But it is taken by others!

How powerful is this opponent?

With a wisp of wind, I went around my body and immediately surrounded Kujue on the spot!

There is no escape, no escape.

Just surrounded by the wind, there is no fatal disaster, but it will definitely not be able to get out of it in a short time.

The ethereal voice continued: "The lost hope is to return, and the bitter sea is looking forward to returning." ”

The words are like prints, flowing around the sky.

Kujue clenched his fists, gritted his teeth and said, "When the net goose died, he also came to stop ......."

His eyes were red, and he smashed his fist into the heavenly wind!

The golden light of the protective body was shattered, and the flesh and blood also disintegrated, revealing Sensen's phalanges.

The wind still swirled, as if it were providential, unpredictable and unchangeable.

Above the high dome, only the old monk's furious voice roared: "Who the hell are you!?"

......

......

All human hearts and heavenly wills, at first glance, are all in the world.

At the bottom of the 800-mile Qingjiang River, in the long-abandoned ancient demon cave, the fierce struggle continues.

"It's long overdue to end this. ”

The Bone Skeleton and the Blood Golem Demon are engaged in a frantic battle between square inches.

Punches and elbows, at first glance, seem like ordinary martial artists, but every gesture is a collision of rules.

In the midst of such a fierce battle, His voice remained indifferent, as if he was forever on the throne of the gods, indifferent and overlooking all beings.

"There can't be anyone...... Survive lifelessness. He said.

He decides.

It's not just an emphasis, it's a repetition of rules.

The power of lifeless calamity is strengthening, and the situation that has lasted for hundreds of years is coming to an end.

The later Wang Changji, of course, was also an excellent choice of containers, but Zhuang Chengqian was the living god body he chose from the beginning.

That incarnation hundreds of years ago was the one in which He was most perfectly prepared and at the peak of his state, and it was a glorious moment on which He had high hopes.

That time Zhuang Chengqian faked his death and escaped, and the day of the robbery without life and robbery has been delayed until now.

Now this game is a continuation of the old and a new beginning.

The part of the power he descended was not enough to suppress an opponent like the Blood Puppet True Demon, but it was impossible for Zhuang Chengqian to escape the lifeless catastrophe.

Zhuang Chengqian was waiting for the blood puppet true demon to take shape, why shouldn't he?

When he invades everything of Zhuang Chengqian again and completes his incarnation, this blood puppet true demon that Zhuang Chengqian has painstakingly refined is the protector of his current White Bone God Kingdom.

Zhuang Chengqian always wants to take all the benefits, and he is a god, and he must also take all of them!

"Of course. ”

Regarding the words of the White Bone Venerable, 'Zhuang Chengqian' was expressionless: "Otherwise, why would I have died back then?"

At that time, the body he controlled was falling towards the chessboard of the manifestation of lifelessness, and was falling towards the eye of the robbery.

It seems to be irretrievably facing the end and facing the period of death.

But his voice is so flat!

He has the calmness to hold on to the gods, and the confidence to play against the gods!

In the entire underwater demon cave, the consciousness that is still active is not limited to these two.

The first inner house. Jiang Wang sat cross-legged, his heart facing the sky.

For the battle between the White Bone Venerable God and Zhuang Chengqian, he didn't care about it at all. I can't do it anymore.

Regardless of whether the final victor is the White Bone Venerable God or Zhuang Chengqian, he is the first existence to be eliminated. Because of his body, it has already been chosen.

Whether it was being chosen by Zhuang Chengqian as Jiang Wang's body, or being chosen by the White Bone Venerable God as Zhuang Chengqian's new body, there was no difference in the result.

He is like an ant, he can only wait for the outcome of the battle between the two giants, and the only difference he can expect is which giant will be trampled to death.

What kind of courage and strength do you need to face such a desperate situation?

No matter how you look at it, he has no way, no chance.

There is really no way out of the mountains and rivers, and the boat is not straight to the bridge!

But he didn't give up.

There was not the slightest bit of giving up.

He actually grabbed the last time and was still practicing.

When his physical body was occupied, he cultivated his divine soul.

There is no longer any way to turn to the outside, so turn to the inside and make yourself as strong as possible.

At any time, in any situation, he has to do something.

Ants can't change the outcome of being trampled to death by giants, but perhaps, they can try to bite the giants and try to make them as painful as possible.

Although the pain may be insignificant, it may not even be noticed.

But this is a strong struggle for life that does not yield.

Life is endless, and the struggle is endless.

"I really appreciate you. Your talents, character, and will are more valuable than your cultivation talents. ”

Zhuang Chengqian appeared at this time and appeared outside the First Inner Mansion: "If you are my heir, I will definitely leave all my business to you." ”

There was some regret in his words. Putting everything aside, Jiang Wang is a young man from Zhuangguo after all. If he had been able to continue his great deeds without being able to survive the catastrophe back then, then today, he may not be able to nurture this young man well, and he may not be able to look forward to his future.

Looking at the country he created, the sky is shining brightly, isn't it a kind of glory?

"My father was just an ordinary herb merchant, he couldn't carry it in his hands or on his shoulders. Failed to transcend and died of disease. But I know ......" Jiang Wang opened his eyes: "He will never watch me die!"

The implication is that there is no need to hide it at all-

To be my father, how do you deserve it?

"The people you believe in have just not been tested. ”

Zhuang Chengqian was not angry, only said lightly, then clenched his fist lightly, and the cyan handprint of the town seal disappeared. And he stepped into the inner house!

Almost at the same time, Jiang Wang jumped up and killed with a sword!

Although the strength is different, we still have to fight to the death.

Zhuang Chengqian grabbed the sword with one slap, and with another slap, he had already pinched the neck of Jiang Wang's divine soul manifestation.

At this moment, he didn't have to cover up half of it, and he crushed it directly.

The big hand lifted Jiang Wang's soul, like catching a weak chicken, and jumped out of the inner mansion.

"Before, in the Tongtian Palace. ”

"You ask me...... Why you, right?"

Zhuang Chengqian's soul, pinching Jiang Wang's soul, jumped out of this body.

The body is still falling.

And Zhuang Chengqian's divine soul jumped in front of his body, suddenly accelerated, and pressed Jiang Wang's divine soul towards the only dark eye on the lifeless chessboard.

"That's the answer!"