Hou Tu glanced at him calmly, and then smiled at Ren Qinglian: "I'm sorry, I almost forgot that you are still here!"

Ren Qinglian smiled bitterly: "It's okay, it's okay, if it's inconvenient to say it, don't say it." ”

"It doesn't hurt to tell you, you also know about Buddhism's journey to the west to learn scriptures, but what you may not know is that you just take a scripture, where there will be any merits. Houtu said.

Ren Qinglian nodded, this is indeed a place that makes him puzzled, you must know that the development of the Great World of the Flood Desolation has reached this stage, and it is already a very difficult thing to seek merit from the Heavenly Dao.

Hou Tu continued: "In the first battle of the gods, the desolate land was torn apart, and only then did it have the current pattern of the Earth Immortal Realm, but it also caused serious loss of spiritual energy in many places, just like the Southern Ganbu Continent where you came, with a person of your strength, I'm afraid it's rare now!?"

Ren Qinglian nodded, when he came, there was only one land immortal in the entire Tang Dynasty, even if he added a Shaolin Temple to the Tan Sect, there were only two people. If you count those hidden masters, I'm afraid it's just a handful of numbers, and with his current strength, he can already be regarded as a tall man among the short!

Hou Tu then sneered again: "Although on the bright side, the desolate world seems to have regained peace thanks to the efforts of the saints, but in secret, it has caused permanent damage to this heaven and earth!"

"Permanent damage?!" Ren Qinglian was a little surprised.

"Yes, not long after the opening of the Netherworld, we have sensed in the Netherworld that the flood world will be overturned, so we painstakingly gave the essence blood of the co-worker brother to Wu Zhiqi, wanting him to try to condense the ninefold weak water, and find the whereabouts of the other three chaotic world monkeys, so that one day in the future, if this flood world is really too serious to survive, we can use the twelve origin forces to recreate a large world, and find a place to continue life for the Wu clan......"

"What Niangniang means is that the Earth Immortal Realm will eventually be shattered!" Ren Qinglian was shocked.

"Yes, the aura of the Earth Immortal Realm is gradually draining, even if the Buddhists and Taoists have thought of various methods, it is difficult to stop this trend! Aren't you curious about why there is so much merit in Journey to the West, it is because the process of learning the scriptures itself is a seal of Buddhism for the spatial cracks in the Earth Immortal Realm! However, this is tantamount to drinking to quench thirst, but it only extends the time for the destruction of the desolation to be a little later, and it can't change the final outcome after all!"

"If the Earth Immortal Realm is broken, what will be the consequences!" Ren Qinglian's face turned a little pale.

"The heavens and the earth are shattering, and the vast majority of living beings will be extinct in it! Even this netherworld cannot be avoided! Of course, the dojos opened up by the saints in the chaos are not among them!" Ping Xin suddenly said coldly at this time.

Unlike the Netherworld, which is attached to the Earth Immortal Realm, the dojo opened up by the saints in the chaos is a world independent of the flood wilderness, and when the time comes, they can absorb Kunlun and Lingshan into the dojo in the chaos, so as to prevent the disciples from being harmed in this world-destroying natural disaster!

Although the two of them also have the ability to open up a dojo in the chaos for the Wu clan to use to avoid the catastrophe of destroying the world, they are bound in this netherworld, so they can only find another way, use the origin power of the twelve ancestral witches, and evolve an independent small world to take refuge in the Wu clan!

The saint does not die, and the thief does not stop! This sentence flashed in Ren Qinglian's mind, and a chill ran in her heart.

When Hou Tu saw Ren Qinglian's expression, he knew that this person would definitely not refuse their proposal now. After all, helping them was actually helping himself, and he hesitated for a moment before saying, "What about the samadhi kamikaze you just mentioned?"

Ren Qinglian came back to her senses and told the two of them what she knew about the Yellow Wind Monster.

Ping Xin said with a cold face: "That's right, back then, Zhun Ti Na asked Brother Tianwu for a drop of essence blood, saying that it was used to condense the Heavenly Wind essential oil and help his apprentice pharmacist refresh his cultivation, obviously, they obtained more essence blood and condensed more Tianfeng essential oil in that battle, and the yellow-haired sable rat stole the essential oil, and the essence and spirit were cultivated into the spirit of the heavenly wind, and refined into the Samadhi Divine Wind!"

The true fire of Taoist samadhi is made by using the essence and blood of Zhurong, and the essence and spirit are united to cultivate the essence of fire, and it is not surprising that Buddhism has created another way to refine this samadhi divine wind.

However, for the Wu clan, this is a great shame, the dignified ancestral witch essence blood has become the blood refining thing of the Buddha and Taoism, how sad!

Hou Tu looked sad, looked at Ren Qinglian with burning eyes and said, "The samadhi divine wind in that rat spirit's body, you must get it!"

Ren Qinglian smiled bitterly, "Niangniang doesn't know, in less than one day, the Yellow Wind Monster will be subdued by the Lingji Bodhisattva found by the monkey and brought back to Lingshan, calculate the time, at this time, the Yellow Wind Monster is only afraid that it has already sat down to listen to the Dharma!"

Hou Tu and Heping glanced at each other, and said with some amusement: "Haven't you heard of 'Netherworld Hell is miserable, dim and dark, and has no daylight.'" The bitter sea has suffered for a hundred days, and it has not reached the world for half a night!'?"

Ren Qinglian looked dazed, he really hadn't heard of this sentence, but on the surface, it should be that the days in hell are very difficult, is there any mystery that can't be done?

Ping Xin smiled and said: "'One day in the sky, one year on the earth' You should have heard the phrase, it's really stupid, how long have you been in the Netherworld, for the Earth Immortal Realm, it is just a blink of an eye, plus the time wasted in the process of your coming, it is only about an hour at most!"

As he was talking, Hou Tu had already nodded and smiled: "As for the monkey you said, it was blown away by the Yellow Wind Monster with the wind just now!"

Although they couldn't leave the Netherworld, after all, they were monks in the Mixed Yuan Daluo Golden Immortal Realm, and it was still a breeze for their minds to look at the Earth Immortal Realm in an instant.

"I see!" Ren Qinglian looked suddenly enlightened. Among the Three Realms, the time that originally belonged to this underworld passed slowly, so that he was calculated by the Jizo King Bodhisattva to be involved in this underworld, and he would not delay his plan to fight the autumn wind in the process of traveling to the west.

However, thinking of the Lingji Bodhisattva who subdued the Yellow Wind Monster, he hesitated a little, this rat spirit was obviously a character who was deliberately indulged by the Buddhism and caused disaster to Xuanzang and his party, if he killed himself, wouldn't he be killed by the Lingji Bodhisattva! Although, the secret killers of the King of Jizo three times have made him hold a grudge against these bald donkeys in his heart.

"It seems that only Lingji Bodhisattva's Wind Bead can be subdued, and even if the two Niangniang have a way to keep me undefeated in that wind, after the matter is completed, I am afraid it will be difficult to escape the poisonous hands of Lingji Bodhisattva!"

"If it is a bodhisattva of other Buddhist sects, this matter really needs to be taken care of, but Lingji is different, I have some friendship with his deity, you wait here for a while!" Hou Tu said, the person had disappeared.

Ren Qinglian was puzzled: "Pingxin Niangniang, I don't know who the Lingji Bodhisattva is?"

"Du'er Zhenren of West Kunlun!, this is the little Nine Heavens Rest Soil that I still have in my hand, you refine it into the dantian first. In addition to the essence blood of Brother Zhurong and Brother Tianwu, the essence blood of the rest of the brothers and sisters is stored in the Pangu Temple in Beiju Luzhou, you hold this token, you will have enough strength in the future, you can go to refine, as for Jiuming Lihuo, you have to find a way to get it from the Daomen!"

Ping Xin said and handed a piece of Nine Heavens Rest Soil to Ren Qinglian.