Another crack appeared in the sky above the sea, and there was confusion in it, and it was impossible to see the end, and no human figure could be seen, deliberately blinding the surrounding breath so that no one could notice it.

The golden-bodied Buddha statue tore a crack and rushed out. With a bang, he was still sitting in the Daming Temple.

In the ghost world, the four people of the Five-Colored Divine Tree felt the forces fleeing one by one, and their hearts became more and more uneasy, they only came here after the extinction of their spiritual energy, and they were not very familiar with this place.

Meizi said: "It's that person! I still remember when I first came to the ghost world, there was an ordinary person who awakened, and it was this kind of breath!"

Qinglian said: "It's indeed that breath! If we hadn't felt this breath at that time, we wouldn't have left the ghost world!"

One of the four members of the Five-Colored Divine Tree said: "I once heard that many years ago, there was chaos in the ghost world, and many genocides were caused by him. Hurry up and get out!"

Finally, a few people made up their minds, and one person took the complete small world into the palm of his hand, cut a rift in time and space, and came to the human world, Southeast Asia.

Between heaven and earth, several Heavenly Eye Passes had already covered the whole world, and the four of them were detected as soon as they came out.

The breath of the cultivation realm! The werewolf king's heavenly eyes swept over the four of them, and they immediately sensed the breath of the cultivation realm and the demon clan, and a roar came in an instant.

The four of them all formed a barrier, four layers on top of each other, blocking in front of them.

With a loud bang, the barrier shattered, and the four of them had just entered the realm of their true selves, and it was difficult to resist, and they all spat blood. Although they were seriously injured, the four of them took advantage of the momentum to rise sharply, and flew forward quickly for thousands of miles.

The werewolf king stepped on the ground and rushed out in an instant, rushing out of a huge gap in the ground, spanning thousands of miles, and in a blink of an eye, he rushed to the front of the four people, and the wolf claws slapped down.

One of the four people, his soul was out of his body, grabbed his body with his big hand, and smashed it out.

The sky cracked, the flesh turned to ashes, and the werewolf king's big claws were slightly damaged, and they fell forward again.

An object flashed in the distance, and then appeared under the wolf's claws, red and bloody, and a dagger, with a pop, pierced the wolf's claws, and then stabbed at the werewolf king's head.

The Werewolf King quickly retreated, opened his mouth, and spat out a moon-shaped object, the size of a house, on top of the dagger.

With a crisp sound, the full moon shattered, and the werewolf king flew away without looking back.

Thailand, in the ancient temple, the person with three daggers in his waist only had two daggers in his waist, opened his eyes, took a step, and appeared in front of the four people of the five-colored sacred tree. The dagger returned, reinserted into his waist.

The four people of the Five-Colored Divine Tree knelt on the ground and said in unison, "Thank you, Master!"

The three daggers were silent, coldly scanning the world.

There were three daggers, and the four of them were much calmer, standing there, looking menacing.

The thirty-eight dagger spoke: "Apprentice, don't come soon!"

A man in his thirties, dressed in a shabby monk's robe, with four or five finger burns scattered all over his body, hurriedly flew over, carrying a large bag of things. He was the servant of the ancient temple.

The three daggers looked into the distance, and one step again, appearing in Huaxia. "Gather!"

From all over the country, nearly 100 different places, under the land, there are ghost babies, all kinds of people, tall, short, fat and thin, beautiful and ugly, black and white, men and women. The ghost babies were all shocked, they all had their own origins, their own life trajectories, temperaments, and when the aura was extinct, they hid in the ground, and they were lucky to live, and they were called out for some reason.

Without allowing them to think too much, the ghost babies quickly gathered in one place, and almost in the blink of an eye, they gathered in front of the three daggers.

A period of obliterated memory awakens, there is no more confusion in their eyes, their flesh is broken, and it turns into the purest flesh and blood essence, and the soul is condensed and turned into a trace of essence.

The flesh and blood essence is grouped into one, and a trace of divine soul is condensed into one. The flesh and blood body was recreated, the soul returned to its place, and a lively baby appeared in place, full of vitality and vigorous blood. The powerful momentum showed the strength of his true self realm.

The ghost baby said crisply: "Father!"

The three daggers nodded and said softly, "But you have to be one!"

The ghost baby said: "The troubled times have come, I want to appear in the strongest state!

The three daggers were grabbed in front of him, time and space were broken, and a ruined village appeared in front of him, among which the peeing and muddy child raised his head, looked at the three daggers, and suddenly flew up, passed through the crack in time and space, and fell straight down on the ghost baby.

The two are combined, and the momentum soars again, as if it is the late stage of the true self realm. The child floated up lightly and landed on the shoulders of the three daggers, and his little face was happy.

The three daggers look down on the world, and the six true self realms are definitely a force that should not be underestimated, and he has to find the other two true self realms in order to stand firmly in the troubled times.

He is a Thai descending master, thousands of years ago, from the descending master into the way of cultivation, named Vasa, good at raising ghost babies, after breaking through to the realm of the true self, has been practicing in a strange way, three daggers suppressed their own vitality, long-term wandering between life and death, now the troubled times have come, the lives of the four good apprentices are threatened, and they have to take action.

One step at a time, three daggers Vasa appeared in the sky over India, and said to the source of the Ganges: "Two friends, it has always been good!"

India, the paradise in troubled times, the people living on both sides of the Ganges River are still living as before, and when the aura is extinct, many insincere, insincere people die, and the world is purer.

With a total population of several million people, they are not aware of the changes in the outside world and how few people are left in the world. The living people abandoned all kinds of high technology and lived a life of slash-and-burn farming by the Ganges. Even electricity has been abandoned, computers, telephones, and wireless networks are all fleeting. But they also know that the world has changed. Less than a kilometer from the Ganges, it is deserted and lifeless, birds and beasts are extinct, and humans cannot survive.

The Ganges gave them everything, drove away calamities, healed wounds, and cleansed their hearts.

Two figures flew out of the source of the Ganges and stopped in front of the three daggers. A man and a woman, the man was rough and powerful, topless, and the woman had a golden ring on her nose and wore a red scarf embroidered with the Ganges. They are none other than the gods of the Ganges, the male god is called Apolla, and the goddess is called Zhen Po.

With the strength of the true self realm, the two of them hid in the source of the Ganges River to practice.

Aboro said: "I haven't seen you for a long time, what's wrong with you father and son, why did you remember to come to see us!"

The three-dagger Vasa said: "The disciples are forced to be helpless and bullied, I have to take action! You have a good scenery here, but there is a place to accommodate us?"

Abra said: "There are naturally places to be, just whatever!"

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