This is a creation that cannot be expressed in words.

At that moment, Su Musha felt that he was really welcoming the arrival of death.

His physical body collapsed, and the tough flesh that had been tempered for hundreds of years in the past completely collapsed, and the bones like refined iron and gold stones were worn into bone powder and mixed with blood and mud;

He died.

In his ignorance, he felt that his own relics had turned into a storm of turbidity, and the emotions that had been left in the soul light of his consciousness had been stripped away, and he had turned into several simple but different figures, and he was pulled by some mysterious and treacherous rules, and he was unconsciously reciting ancient incantations.

The sound of the incantation seemed to be transmitted across all worlds to Su Musha's consciousness.

He felt his crumbling consciousness recondense, and even his Dao thoughts were fighting fiercely.

It was a feeling that could not be expressed in words, as if the moment he heard the incantation, Su Musha felt that he had no regrets even if he fell at this moment.

He saw the Avenue of Eternal Life, the scenery at the end of the Chengxian Road that he seemed to know.

This incantation is the Immortal Dao!

As the old saying goes, you can die at night!

Su Musha didn't stay in such emotions for too long.

Those brilliant Dao sounds and mysterious spells were deeply imprinted in Su Musha's consciousness, and then those simple and different figures in the turbid wind all collapsed, and the flesh and blood emotions that he had left in the past were completely wiped out, turning into a channel to connect with his own consciousness.

Then, he felt the wind fly into a warm lair.

This is an indescribable feeling, if you have to talk about it, it is like the gray cocoon of Su Mu covering the sky in the Ten Thousand Ghost Cave of the Hanging Moon Demon Sect.

Heaven and earth into a primordial fetus!

Across the ten thousand worlds, Su Musha's consciousness began to return, and he was once again entrenched in the origin of the divine soul.

However, Su Musha did not completely control his own flesh and blood, he was entrenched in the Mud Pill Palace, on the one hand, he was connected to the physical body, and on the other hand, he was connected to a vast Dao rule.

Knowing this, he completely cleared the nest where he had recast his flesh.

It's the soul coffin that has been obtained for a long time!

He began to understand the true face of this ancient treasure, and the previously impenetrable Soul Suppression Coffin completely revealed its true face to Su Musha, and he sensed one of the few secrets in the world.

What shocked Su Musha even more was the construction of his own body.

The scattered blood mud began to reconstruct under the terrifying rules of the Soul Suppression Coffin, and the one hundred and eight acupuncture points around his body were as vast as the primeval stars, and the divine soul origin that was damaged by the suppression of the Buddha's golden book returned to its peak under the warmth of the Soul Suppression Coffin, and it was no longer a chaotic state, but under the traction of some treacherous power, it turned into one hundred and eight parts, occupying all the acupuncture points around Su Mu's body!

The great aperture is like the physical universe, and the divine soul is entrenched in it, turning into the supreme ghost and god, like the master of the universe!

He fell into a deep shock, this is a realm that he had never thought of in the past to comprehend the "Hundred Ghost Jinglun", this is the real way forward for his ghost path cultivation!

The Daotu is just the general outline of the avenue, but on the way of cultivation, Su Musha has gone astray, and now it is as if he is cleaning up the source, repairing the fork in the road and returning to the right path.

Even Su Musha's body is like this.

The essence blood of the Xuanlong that was once refined into oneself, even if it was a great medicine of heaven and earth, was a foreign object after all, even if it was used by Su Musha, it was not Su Musha's flesh and blood after all.

Now with the re-condensation of the physical body, everything is no longer the same, the essence blood of the Xuanlong has been completely wiped out in the Xuanqi Dao of the Soul Suppression Coffin, turned into the purest fundamental Dao rule, melted into the bone powder of Su Musha, and the pale red bone powder is re-outlined into the bones of Su Musha.

The bones are like jade, and there is marrow in them like lead and mercury!

Mercury pith produces blood, containing majestic vitality, accompanied by scorching flames, which washes and refreshes the flesh and blood of the past, and finally builds muscles and meridians......

From now on, the foundation of Su Musha's physical body will no longer come from Xuanlong, everything will only be a help, and his foundation will only be his physical body!

The terrifying Dao faded like a tide, and Su Musha's divine soul re-entered the Mud Pill Palace, gradually controlling the physical body, but in the dark, he could still perceive his connection with the soul suppression coffin.

Treasure recognizes the master, Su Musha is already the master of the soul coffin!

The hustle and bustle in the four places fell back into Su Musha's ears, and in front of everyone's eyes, Su Musha opened his eyes!

Not far away is the page of the Buddha's golden book, which should have descended, completely suppressed Su Musha's into powder, there is no existence in the world, and even the inextinguishable aura has been arranged in the backhand.

The Ancient Tribulation is too secretive, all the Dao laws in this world have withered, even the underworld has fallen, there are no immortals and true gods in the world, the world has fallen, and it can no longer be reincarnated, it should have completely cut off the way of Su Musha.

In fact, it was already half successful, crushing Su Musha's body into bloody mud, but unfortunately it fell short.

Now it is blocked by the path of the soul coffin, and it has to be suspended in mid-air, unable to come.

The old monsters of the Hanging Moon Demon Sect are like great enemies.

I am afraid that there will be any changes in this page of the golden book, there is no way, the immortals of the year have been proved forever, and the traces left in the past belong to the immortals, and the same is true of this page of the golden book, which is contaminated with the breath of the Buddha, and now it has become extraordinary since the years of age.

There are too many beyond the Yuanying realm, and it is not something they can stop.

The moment Su Musha opened his eyes, Monk Miaoyou's face changed.

He lies on his side in the Pure Land of White Bones, which is the posture of the patriarch when he preached the Buddha, holding the Dharma seal in his hand, and begins to communicate with the Pure Land to take back the Buddha's golden book into the Pure Land.

It's a pity that Su Musha won't give him such a chance.

"This thing is extraordinary, stay it!"

The hoarse voice resounded throughout the Boundless River battlefield, but everyone's hearts seemed to have passed thousands of years.

Su Musha's figure re-manifested between heaven and earth, and the Buddha's golden book suddenly moved, and continued to crush towards Su Musha.

The corners of his mouth curled into an extremely cold smile.

Rumble!

Between heaven and earth, even the most brilliant Buddha light seems to have lost its brilliance.

Behind him, the soul coffin rose into the air, suspended above Su Musha's head, and Su Musha's hands were sealed.

This is a very common handprint of the Daomen, called "Fantian Seal", and now in the hands of Su Musha, it really has a bit of Fantian meaning.

The soul coffin galloped out.

There was a surge of Buddha light on the golden book, turning into the figure of an old Buddha, as if he was about to speak, but Su Musha never gave him such an opportunity.

The coffin fell, and the figure of the Buddha collapsed.

This is what the Buddha carried with him in the past, but it is not the Buddha himself after all.

The light on the golden book dissipated, turning into a dull yellowed paper, and was sealed in the coffin of the soul.

"This thing is good, the poor road in the coming day is clear, and it is sent to Yuezen to play. ”

Su Musha strode at a gallop, pacing the sky, and in front of him there was only a wise monk and a wonderful monk blocking the way.

"Get out of the way, the two of you are now in harmony with the Buddha's heart, and it is one thing not to be afraid of the poor way, but whether you will die in the hands of the poor road is another matter, don't be mistaken. ”

His voice is very indifferent, a cycle of life and death, really gave birth to a peerless fierce god, even in the face of old friends in the past, the voice is even more indifferent to life and death.

The face of the monk Yizhi is very complicated, and his Buddha heart has cultivated the realm of perfection, but it does not mean that this realm can compete with Su Musha.

"Amitabha, the path of enlightenment can be expected through the ages, no longer overnight, the opening day is long, and the poor monks are farewell. ”

Monk Yizhi left, only Monk Miaoyou still hesitated.

Behind him is the Pure Land of White Bones.

This is a pure land that has existed for a long time among the inheritance of the Buddha's land, containing the inheritance accumulated by this vein over the ages, and even to a certain extent, this pure land has represented the inheritance of the white bones!

He was unwilling to give it up like this.

The master of the Moon Zen Nun paced to the side of the monk Miaoyou, and looked at Su Musha with cautious eyes.

"Amitabha, the old man gave up an old face and implored to discuss with Daozi. ”

"You are the master of Yuezen in the past, this discussion, the poor way let you fight, and come and listen. ”

"Lao Wei and Miao You's nephew can leave, but can Daozi not enter the game this time as my Buddhism?"

Speaking of Su Musha, there was silence here, and after a moment, Su Musha looked up.

"Good. ”

"Good. ”

The monk stumbled and was taken away by the old monk in despair.

Leave the Pure Land of White Bones in this realm.

There are many people who are moved by the treasures of Buddhism in front of them, but no one dares to snatch them.

In this way, he has never fallen, and has even become stronger than before, controlling an ancient treasure, who will be Su Musha's opponent?

In the Pure Land, there is a dark Sumeru power springing up, and there is a spirit in the treasure land, wanting to escape into the void.

Su Musha sneered, and his hands surged with scarlet power.

"Golden Wings Split the Sea"!

Back then, the Golden-winged Dapeng clan hunted dragons for food, and even the East China Sea was cracked by it, and now Su Mu wants to do the things of the ancients, and he wants to forcibly tear open the Pure Land Sumeru barrier!

Rumble!

The two wings cover the sky and the clouds and mist, and the air is loud like spring thunder.

He once fanned all over the world and ate all the fish in the dragon king's sea.

It's just that it's hard to be angry, and it's still the Demon King's luck.

The wings are deeply rooted and returned to the right path, and they have been famous for thousands of years.

In the roar, the Pure Land Barrier was really torn apart by Su Mushao.

The power of Sumeru collapsed, and the Pure Land no longer had the possibility of escaping into the void.

Su Musha turned around with a smile.

"Master, all the uncles and uncles, can you help the disciples to participate in the mysteries of Buddhism?"

Cang Junzi laughed loudly.

"How can a virtuous nephew be so polite, good!

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