I don't know how long it took for Zhu Tiancang to come back to his senses from his thoughts.

Although the scene he saw from the giant axe was shocking, he was not too obsessed.

Whether it is the world in Pangu's mouth or the secret of Pangu, all of this has nothing to do with him, at least not with him now, and now it is the sage's chasm that hinders him.

If he does not reach the sainthood, he will become a pawn when the imperial palace returns after hundreds of years, and he will not even be able to control his own destiny.

Sanctification!

Subconsciously clenched his fists, and a look of determination flashed in Zhu Tiancang's eyes.

Before the return of the Imperial Palace, he must reach the realm of a saint, and he will never accept the fate of becoming a pawn.

Having made up his mind, Zhu Tiancang was not in anything, his legs bent and exerted force, and the whole person swept towards the sea of bitterness like a streamer.

The giant axe has arrived, the time is almost up, Maitreya is about to return from rebirth, and he must leave the spiritual mountain as soon as possible.

Although all his cultivation had been imprisoned on the other side, Zhu Tiancang had already cultivated the immortal golden body to the point of perfection, and at this level, he was even more reckless than his ancestor Wu in his heyday, and it only took three hours to return to the edge of the other side.

Looking at the golden sea of bitterness, Zhu Tiancang casually threw Ruyi out.

After Ruyi turned into a yacht, he left the enveloping range of the other shore with one jump, and the mana in his body returned again.

Although he still can't control the sky, it's enough for him to drive the yacht.

With a wave of his hand, the giant axe was taken into the small world by Zhu Tiancang, and when the mana surging all over his body, the yacht turned into a rainbow light and disappeared, and quickly sped away in the direction where the road of inquiry was.

Standing on the yacht, Zhu Tiancang began to sort out the harvest during this period of time.

The power of the physical body is several times stronger, and the mana in the body is also more refined.

What made Zhu Tiancang feel the most incredible was that the eighteen-rank Qinglian in his body had unknowingly reached twenty-one.

This was too much of Zhu Tiancang's expectations, the twenty-one pins of Qinglian's emerging aura of creation filled his internal organs with surging aura of creation, as long as he was not killed by a single blow, he could completely recover as quickly as possible.

A day later, Zhu Tiancang arrived at the shore behind Wenxin Road.

Leaving the sea of suffering, Zhu Tiancang's whole temperament changed greatly, and the aura around him became more restrained, and he even controlled every bit of mana meticulously.

Stretching out his hand and calculating it, Zhu Tiancang's brows couldn't help frowning.

Eight days have passed, and the reincarnation of Maitreya Buddha has been found, and Medicine Buddha himself has gone down to earth to guide Maitreya reincarnation, and it will not be long before the latter returns.

At the same time, the matter of encircling and suppressing Sun Wukong within the Three Realms is also intensifying.

People from Heavenly Court, Demon Clan, Wu Clan and other forces participated in it, and Sun Wukong and his subordinates encountered endless resistance and suffered heavy casualties.

When he opened his eyes, a haze flashed under Zhu Tiancang's eyes, and he gritted his teeth and said, "It's not good, Yuehua!"

"Damn, sure enough, Sun Wukong is unreliable, he dares to be called the Demon Emperor with his little cultivation, he is simply looking for death!"

"If it weren't for the existence of the Demon Banner, I'm afraid he would have died hundreds of times, and it seems that I would have to go to Jilei Mountain before returning to Heavenly Court. ”

As he spoke, Zhu Tiancang left the path of inquiry.

Coming to the stone tablet, looking at the old monk sitting cross-legged, Zhu Tiancang exhaled, bowed down and said, "Thank you for taking care of your predecessors during this time!"

Hearing this, the mysterious old monk sitting cross-legged at the intersection of Wenxin Road slowly opened his eyes, looked at Zhu Tiancang and said, "**************, I already knew that Lingshan couldn't keep you, but I didn't expect time to pass so quickly." ”

"Junior, you go, remember to let him come to Lingshan to see me when I see your ancestor, and the poor monk will finish the unfinished chess game with him. ”

As he spoke, the mysterious old monk closed his eyes and waved his hand, the heavens were chaotic, and everything about Zhu Tiancang was covered at this moment.

After doing all this, the mysterious old monk's eyes did not open, and he said to himself: "Go, I can cover up the ten-day heavenly opportunity for you, I hope that only you can master the power of self-protection in these ten days." ”

At this point, Zhu Tiancang came back to his senses.

Glancing at the mysterious old monk gratefully, Zhu Tiancang saluted again: "If you have the fate to meet the ancestors, Tiancang will definitely bring the words of the predecessors." ”

After finishing speaking, Zhu Tiancang turned around and flew up, and the flowing clouds and golden light were unleashed, and its speed swept towards the outside of the Spirit Mountain.

After about a quarter of an hour, Zhu Tiancang arrived at the edge of Lingshan, looked at the single-plank bridge, and was ready to leave.

At this moment, a withered figure suddenly appeared in front of Zhu Tiancang, blocking the exit place, and clasped his hands together and said, "Amitabha Buddha, Emperor Buddha, where are you going?"

Hearing this, Zhu Tiancang's footsteps paused, and he looked up, and it was none other than the past Buddha who had lost his evil corpse: Burn the lamp!

Seeing this situation, Zhu Tiancang's eyes narrowed, and the cold light in his eyes surged: "In the past, Buddha, where is this emperor going, I still need to report to you, and I will get out of here quickly, otherwise I will blame this emperor's subordinates for being ruthless!"

This sentence is true, although Zhu Tiancang's cultivation has not yet reached the Quasi-Saint Great Perfection, his current mana is not inferior to the early stage of the Pseudo-Saint, coupled with the existence of the Five Great Heavens, his mana is not only inferior to the mid-stage powerhouse of the Pseudo-Saint, nor is it inferior at all, and even the recovery speed is not even comparable to the powerhouse of the late stage of the Pseudo-Saint.

The most important thing is that he has cultivated the immortal golden body to the point of perfection, which is comparable to the heyday of the ancestral witch in the ancient era, and the strength of the physical body alone makes him not afraid of ordinary pseudo-saint powerhouses.

Although the foundation of the burning lamp is rich, he has a fatal shortcoming, that is, the twenty-four heavens are sealed by Baguio, and in the case that the twenty-four heavens have not yet recovered, the power of the burning lamp is just a stronger pseudo-saint, not the top powerhouse of the same realm.

Hearing this, the expression of the burning lamp remained unchanged, but the eyes flashed with strong hatred and murderous intent.

The evil corpse is destroyed, and the lamp as the body does not know.

But with his current strength, even if he entered the Ancient Demon Forbidden Land, he was not the opponent of the top ten pseudo-saints under Gu Chen's command, so he couldn't enter it to regain the spirit treasure entrusted by the evil corpse, unless he waited for the twenty-four heavens to recover.

But within such a period of time, once the evil corpse spirit treasure is refined, the lamp will not be able to master the evil corpse, after all, how can he behead the corpse when the evil thoughts are destroyed.

It is precisely because of this that Randen now hates Zhu Tiancang to the core, and he can't wait to kill him quickly.

Now in the face of Zhu Tiancang's provocation, how can the lamp not be inactive?

Almost instantly, the coercion of the pseudo-saint around the lamp surged, and he stared at Zhu Tiancang and said: "Amitabha, Emperor Buddha, the poor monk suspects that you have stolen the treasure of my Western Sect, and the poor monk will suppress you today!"

As he spoke, Randen stretched out his hand, covered the sky with one hand, turned into a giant palm, and slapped straight towards the place where Zhu Tiancang was.

(End of chapter)