Chapter 135: Ancient Silence

Lin Nan was dripping in cold sweat, and in the mud pill palace in his mind, the yellow light that drilled into it was swimming indiscriminately, as if he was looking for something.

"Damn it. Lin Nan thumped his head and couldn't help but kick the corpse of Tart Sang on the ground.

The pain in his head intensified, and this irresistible feeling made him want to go crazy.

About three moments later, the peaceful spiritual space was turned upside down. The yellow light also pulled out a faint white light from the depths of the darkness. A fear from the depths of his soul instantly invaded Lin Nan's body.

Lin Nan had never felt so scared. Trembling his body, he regretted holding it up, thinking that with Gu Yu's cultivation, who could match it in the mortal world.

As everyone knows, there is a sky outside the sky, and there are people outside the world.

In the spiritual world, the yellow light was ecstatic, and it chewed its fangs to chase the white pale light.

"Gah. ”

The Gu Feather outside roared, and his eyes once again glowed with pale gold. This enchantment was quite a headache for it, and in order to prevent Tart Sang from escaping, Lu Yan basically poured all his cultivation into the cloth realm.

Lin Nan collapsed to the ground, his body spasmed uncontrollably, and the white light instinctively dodged.

The hazy chaotic spiritual sense, two beams of light chased and fled.

The yellow light was as bright as a blazing flame, and in contrast, the white light was like the light of a firefly in the dark. It's only a matter of time before it's caught up and devoured.

The night seems to have passed extraordinarily long in this Yao Mountain.

The cyan enchantment light in the cave began to thin out over time.

The moon rises in the sky, and dawn is white. The next day, Yao said that the east rose, and the Buddha bathing festival was in full swing again.

The battle of Buddhism is also as expected by the four heroes of the Kaye Temple, the Bao Zen Buddhism, the Tantric Family, and the Tuotai Temple.

The natural fighting method is not to fight to the death.

On the high platform, King Jingling watched with interest. Raising his eyes slightly, he suddenly asked a guard next to him, "What about Wei Ling? Why don't you see that Nizi? She is quite interested in Buddhism!"

The guard smiled bitterly and replied, "Princess, I went to Yaoshan last night. ”

Speaking of Yaoshan, King Jingling's face inevitably became gloomy.

The guard, who was also a wise man, kept silent.

There was a "bang", and a master was shaken off the stage. That master is the well-known Master Tanyi. Moreover, it only took one move to shake him down, and he didn't even use the magic weapon.

"Anitabha. ”

Tan Yi sang the Buddha's name with both hands and said: "Master Gu Lin is profound, and the poor monks are willing to bow to the wind." ”

King Jingling was faintly moved, and the aura that fluctuated from Gu Lian's body actually had a tendency to approach him.

Clearly, the withered lamp, and Moro glanced at each other, and they also swelled with solemn colors.

"Gu Lin has broken through to the middle stage of foundation building?"

The paths of Ran, Dry Lamp, and Moro are all in the early stage of foundation building, and it is also the dry lamp that is closest to the middle stage of foundation building. It's just that this layer of window paper has not been pierced, and that line is as difficult to cross as a chasm.

Although it is said that the cultivator relies on the Tao to fight the law, and the second relies on the magic weapon and magic weapon. It's just that in the mortal world, they don't have any treasures against the sky that can make up for the gap between the early and middle stages of foundation building.

After looking at each other, the three of them, Ran, Dry Lamp, and Moro couldn't help but smile bitterly.

Since the creation of the Kaye Temple, Bao Zen Buddhism, and the Esoteric Family, they have been transcendent existences in the Roman Kingdom.

It's just that this tuotai temple can be traced back to its roots and belongs to the Taizong.

"Ha, ha, ha. ”

King Jingling stood up and laughed, stroked his palms and said, "Master Gu Lone's Buddhism is really exquisite. ”

This attitude is obviously a little more polite.

"Thanks to the blessing of my king, the retreat happened to have the opportunity to break through to the middle stage of foundation building. ”

"Wow. ”

There was an uproar all around.

Even though Ran, Dry Lamp, and Moro had cultivated to the point where their state of mind was like constant water, this matter related to the face of the ancestors also made them feel guilty. (To be continued.) )