"Amitabha. ”

Xia Xun thought deeply and did not continue.

The little monk suddenly muttered a Buddha name, then lifted his hand, pinched the blade of Hongling Zhenxian with his index finger and thumb, and gently moved seven inches away. The clear and simple eyes still remain worried, calm and compassionate like an old monk.

The little monk said: "What Lord Xia Shi is worried about, the little monk knows, so he has been worried for many days, and he doesn't dare to tell each other. It's just that the natural disaster is coming, and the matter can no longer be hidden, if the little monk is afraid that he will no longer have the face to ask the Buddha. ”

"Why?" Xia Xun was puzzled.

"It started with a frightening dream. The little monk said.

"Dream?" Xia Xun was even more puzzled.

The little monk put down his palms, folded them again, and continued after a pause: "The little monk just had a dream. I dreamed that the firmament was broken, the fire of the sky was extinguished, and the whole world was full of wailing. Flooding flooded, inundating the Xiongshan Plateau. The earth cracked, and the city fell into the abyss. The firmament was pierced for thousands of miles, and strange steel giants descended like mosquitoes and flies, and the common people died. Countless people were slaughtered by the Iron Demons, burned by the fires of the sky, and the powers of the world were imprisoned in iron cages. ”

“......”

The words are plain, but the meaning of the words is mysterious.

Mo said that Xia Hou and the others were confused, and even Xia Xun didn't understand what the little monk meant.

"Does the dream have anything to do with what you want to say?"

"There should be. ”

The little monk raised his head slightly and looked at the thunderclouds hanging under the sky. The thunderclouds seemed to feel a provocation, and the rolling thunder and lightning became even more violent. Lace spilled out...

The little monk said calmly: "The little monk doesn't dream on weekdays, this is the first time. There is a reason for everything, and the cycle of cause and effect is reasonable. Nightmares begin with vanity and have their roots. At the end of the dream, under the broken sky, the little monk saw a thunder sea ten thousand times more vast than this thundercloud. Endless thunder and lightning poured down like a torrential rain to contend with thousands of steel demon gods, the avenue tore through the space, and the sea evaporated into white mist. In the end, the Thunder Sea dried up, the Heavenly Dao shattered, and the earth was flooded by the Sea of Fire, and countless Iron Demon Gods rushed into the Thunder Sea, crushing the Thundercloud and shattering the Great Dao with the great mana that transcended the world. You, Yu Shizhu, the two Mo Shiers, Xiahou Shizhu, and Lin Shizhu of Yueyang City, and many, many others were buried in the dark and boundless void, drifting with the stars. ”

“......”

Compared with the previous words, the little monk's words were even more mysterious.

What an iron demon god, imprisoning power. What the vast sea of thunder and the collapse of the Great Dao make people listen so ethereal and unreal. But at this juncture, even Xiahou didn't pick a thorn in the little monk. And the Heavenly Punishment under the firmament did not make any further movements, and the flowing thunder silk wrapped around the clouds, holding on without spitting.

The words of the little monk should not be within the scope of heaven's punishment.

Xia Xun also seemed to be aware of this clue, but he was still not confident: "What does the little master mean, but all of us are going to suffer a catastrophe?"

"Not us. ”

"Who's that?"

"All living beings. ”

"Uh..."

Xia Xun was suddenly confused.

The little monk hesitated and said: "Although a frightening dream is illusory, the little monk really woke up sweating profusely from the dream, and also remembered the words of the Taoist chief in the cliff ditch. ”

"What?"

"There is a reason for the calamity of the common people. My Buddha is compassionate, and the little monk should not wait, Amitabha. ”

"Tsk, little monk, what do you want to say?"

"Gods and ghosts, in a trance, can you make your words clear?"

The language became more and more subtle.

Bai Xiu, Xiahou and the others were really impatient to hear it, and asked loudly.

Mo Yan was also very impatient, and asked in a cold voice, "What did you see?"

The little monk seemed to have made a decision in his heart, but as soon as he opened his mouth, he didn't have time to spit out the words...

"Boom!"

A thunderclap resounded for nine days!

The thunderclouds that have been condensed for a long time are finally furious!

A thunderbolt turned into a pillar of heaven, from top to bottom, and slammed down towards Salamander Mountain!

"Quack!"

"Rush!"

The target of the thunder and lightning was the little monk, but it was Mo Yan who made the shot.

But seeing her screaming, she stood on tiptoe on her hind feet, and turned into a silver dragon to rise into the sky against the thunder. Mo Yan is the first, and Mo Xian is not slow. Shake hands and embroider, and step on the back foot. The aura on his body suddenly soared by three points, and he also turned into a silver dragon and thundered...

"Boom!"

It's too late, it's too soon.

Flashing light...

Thunder and speed, from top to bottom.

The dragon goes out to sea, from the bottom up.

Ten miles of heaven and earth, a hundred miles of sky and clouds, were exposed to pale and colorless by three silver pillars in an instant.

In the blink of an eye, Ssangyong and Ben Lei intertwined.

"Boom" made another loud noise, several miles of mountains and forests were shaken, the mountain rocks and sand and gravel shook several feet, and the salamander road faintly cracked several cracks. The silver-white thunder burst out with the collision, and a fierce wave of qi from the tip of the thunder falling from the nine heavens instantly bloomed and swept in all directions!

This thunder is really unusual...

Although it was far from the terrifying thunder punishment of the king that Xia Yuan had once attracted, the energy aura contained in the thunder and lightning also made people's hearts feel afraid. It's just that Mo Xian and Mo Yan are also very unusual. They soared into the sky and struck with a sword. Yuqing Xuanming, stiff and straight, hit the tip of the thunder fiercely. Hongling Zhenxian, fiercely slashed horizontally, went straight up a hundred feet along the thunder pillar, and then slashed down towards the thunder body!

"Crackle..."

Under a sword, Ben Lei stopped his waist and broke in half.

Rolling thunder, like a python, a stump fell weakly from the sky, and smashed heavily on the top of Salamander Mountain. There was still a remnant of thunder and lightning, and the thunder python kept rolling, and in an instant, all the plants and trees on the top of the mountain were burned into a raging fire, and the electric current struck sparks on the Yellowstone ground. It took dozens of breaths before slowly weakening.

"Whew..."

And Mo Xian and Mo Yan's behavior seems to have made Lei Yun feel provocative...

The gravel is off the ground, and the treetops are swaying.

The wind suddenly rose again, and the demon god roared again!

Within a radius of one hundred and ten miles, flowers, trees, birds, beasts, fish and shrimps, and the aura of the Great Dao contained in the physical strength of all living beings all rushed towards the sky frantically and converged. The furious thunderclouds sent out a thousand silver electric tentacles, greedily spreading to the nearby sea of clouds. In just a few breaths, the surging energy and breath merged into a vast cloud covered with electric wires. The cloud scroll directly transported the engulfed energy into the core of the thundercloud, and the silver light cluster faintly transformed into a golden yellow...

"Da-da..."

After slashing the thunder with a sword, Mo Xian and Mo Yan fell from the nine heavens one after another.

Mo Yan didn't talk nonsense anymore, and took advantage of the fact that the thunderclouds were gathering momentum to condense, and directly asked the little monk: "Tell me, what did you see!"

"Don't say it. ”

Mo Yan asked, Xia Xunguo, who was standing aside, refused, and said hurriedly: "Don't force him anymore! What he sees is beyond the scope of our reach, if we forcibly spy on the heavens, the avenue will be furious, and the heavens will condemn us, and we will have no one to stop it!"

Mo Yan should know that Xia Xun said something powerful, but she had already made up her mind, and she didn't allow others to say it at all.

looked at Xia Xun coldly, and said ruthlessly: "If you are afraid, you will leave." No matter how great the damnation is, I will bear it alone. What Sun Wukong saw was probably what Yu Youran and I had been searching for for more than ten years, so no matter what. I, gotta know!"

"I..."

"Poof. ”

Mo Xian just wanted to speak, but Mo Yan put the silver dragon horizontally and blocked him again: "Don't stop me, this matter has nothing to do with you." Otherwise, the killing ring will be opened, and don't blame me for being ruthless!"

“......”

The situation suddenly fell into trouble...

Mo Yan said ruthlessly, Mo Xian was unspeakable for a while, and Xia Xun was entangled.

The wind howled and became more and more violent.

The thunderclouds are rolling and the momentum is monstrous.

The fifty soldiers of the mountain stream were torn apart by the strong wind, and their hair flew like crazy men. Jia Haoren, Luo Jue and other candidates with weaker cultivation were arranged on the periphery, and the fat monk hid behind the rock, revealing half of his head, and his brows were furrowed with a big pimple.

The little monk slowly raised his head, looking at the vast thunderclouds that quickly formed in the dome, his hands folded in front of his chest, and his complexion gradually revealed his openness.

Suddenly, as if talking to the sky, he said in a deep voice...

"Amitabha... When the parasangha reveals the truth, the bodhisattva bha, the bodhisattva contemplating the bodhisattva, and when he walks in the deep prajnaparamita, he sees that the five aggregates are empty, and he overcomes all suffering. The color of the relics is not different from the emptiness, and the emptiness is not different from the color. Color is emptiness, emptiness is color, and it is the same when you think and act on it, and the relics are the emptiness of all laws..."

"The catastrophe is coming, all living beings are suffering, if there is love in the sky, you must walk in heaven. If the sky is ruthless, my Buddha is merciful and will be merciful for you. All cause and effect have reincarnation, and the little monk has no intention of peeking into the forbidden belly of the heavenly machine, and the heavenly machine is looking for me, which is the fate. Heaven's curse should be lucky, it is the cause and effect of the little monk, although he has no intention of offending, but he should also be responsible. Amitabha, the emptiness of all dharmas..."

As he spoke, the little monk's resolute expression became more and more solemn.

A hundred-foot-tall demon god phantom gradually appeared behind him. The demon god is mighty, his hair is like a needle, the black mist is shrouded, and his eyes contain a ray of fire, and he looks straight at the sky. And the thunderclouds above the firmament have not weakened a little because of the little monk's hard persuasion, but are rolling thunder like silver pythons churning in the sea of clouds, and the thunder and lightning golden ball containing endless power in the core has been formed and is crumbling.

"Sew..."

Everyone was speechless, because everyone knew the little monk's intentions. The fat monk endured his fear and walked out timidly from behind the stones. A demon god phantom of dozens of feet appeared behind him. The fangs are like knives, the face is as hideous as a pig's head, the muscles are developed and the belly is falling, the hands are clenched into fists, and the whole body exudes a brown demonic aura.

"Cloth Hundred Beast Formation. ”

"Cloth Hundred Beast Formation. ”

Now, Xia Xun knew that he could no longer stop the process of things. Although the thunder and lightning of the Heavenly Punishment were extraordinary and could not be stopped by manpower, Xia Xun had no choice but to shout the four-character formation order to prepare for the battle.

When the order came out, dozens of northerners quickly scattered in the east, west, north and south of the mountain cliff, and raised their fighting spirit to the extreme, turning into dozens of fireworks of various colors, blooming in the wind. Mo Yan took back the silver dragon with his hand, and Mo Xian took two steps to the right side of Mo Yan. Muto and Wulan sealed their hands, and the two noble purple phoenixes soared into the air. Dushao, Fang Qingqiu, Xiahou, Luo Jue and others have all inspired their own battle spirits...

The solemn atmosphere quickly spread in the strong wind, and dozens of fierce battle spirits stood in the mountains, looking directly at the sky. Candidates who were miles or even dozens of miles away didn't know what was going on, but seeing the thunderclouds rolling, no one dared to approach anymore. The invigilator in the cloud quickly left several people and sent the letter out...

When everyone was ready, the little monk resolutely withdrew his gaze, turned his eyes to Mo Yan and Xia Xun, and said solemnly: "That day, you and Yu Shizhu joined forces to open a hexagram, and the little monk had no intention of snooping. However, the Luozu derivative diagram is the arithmetic of the gods, and the ability of non-saints is not easy to fit the avenue, so the hexagram is introduced when the avenue resonates, which arouses the curiosity of the little monk. The little monk looked at it carefully..."

"Boom!"

"Poof!"

The key point is about to come out, and the nine days are thundering.

This thunderbolt is several times thicker than the upper one, and the breath is even more permeable.

Mo Xian first raised his sword and rose to the sky against the falling thunder...

Mo Yan asked urgently, "What do you see?!"

The little monk didn't hesitate this time, paused for a moment, and continued: "The little monk looked at it with his happy eyes, and saw that the body of Lord Yu was completely corrupted, and the meridians and blood vessels were all made of spiritual fluid. And now she is housed in her flesh..."

"Boom, boom!!"

"Brothers, come on!"

"Rush Rush!"

As the heavenly machine was revealed, the firmament tilted in rage.

Hundreds of furious thunderbolts erupted at the same time like a waterfall, and the terrifying energy aura struck the wind within a radius of dozens of miles into a burst of lightning. Thunder screamed, leading dozens of northerners, Maito, Wulan and others to jump up together, towards the Nine Heavens Thunder Waterfall, flying straight away!

Mo Yan was impatient and asked, "What is staying in her body?"

The firmament was furious, and the little monk also looked worried.

He continued: "The things that are now lodged in the body of Lord Yu should not be human. Because she has only one soul and no seven emotions and six desires. What it is, the little monk is not sure. Therefore, I have been puzzled by this question for days. Until the day before yesterday..."

"Boom, boom!"

"Knock knock..."

"Kill!!"

The secrets of heaven are gradually revealed, and the war collapses.

Dozens of people shot at the Thunder Waterfall at the same time, and the heavens and the earth shook under one blow!

Everyone underestimated the power of Damnation, and also overestimated their own combat power. There was almost no room for resistance, and the terrifying power of the Thunder Waterfall instantly shattered the ant group that was about to cut down, and Fang Qingqiu, Dushao and the others were hit by the strong thunder one after another, like scorched flies falling one after another. Only a few people such as Mo Xian, Maiten, Wulan, and Fat Monk can barely form a parry with Thunder Waterfall.

But there is nowhere to borrow from the attack, and the thunderstorm is natural...

Until the day before yesterday, the little monk inadvertently pondered the age of the remaining benefactor and the time of physical corruption. Following the clues, I spied on the bloody battle that happened in Yueyang City twenty years ago. Back then, Lu Fengxian killed the demons, and slashed the sky with a sword..."

"Boom, boom, boom!"

"Oh no! It's the curse of the king's realm!"

"Run!"

"Boom!"

“......”