The Falling Soul Gorge now lives up to its name, there are countless souls falling every day, and the two sides have already killed the red eyes, attacking and defending several times a day. It was still far away, and there was a strong smell of blood in the wind, and if you got closer, you could hear the roar continuously, and you could see all kinds of flashes of light, and screams and exclamations came from time to time. Ning Caichen's face changed, "Master, I'll go and help first." The words fell like meteors flying away.

I also put away the flying boat, with Ming Li rushed over, the scene in front of me, let me, who has experienced a big scene, are cold, above the clouds, more than a dozen soul realms and demon king capture team tore apart, a demon king looked up to the sky and roared, three bone spurs suddenly appeared on his back, raised his hand to pull it out, and threw it at the opponent with all his strength, it was a mid-stage soul shaping monk, the earth attribute law realm was like a city wall surrounding, but it was penetrated in an instant, and a bell-shaped magic weapon hurriedly sacrificed was shattered, and three bone spurs were nailed into his head, heart, and dantian, between the lightning and flint, the body and soul were destroyed together. And this blow, the demon king also tried his best, the bone spur had not had time to be withdrawn, and it was in a period of weakness, a mighty monk suddenly appeared above its head, holding high a spirit axe, with a howling sound that tore through space, like lightning, the demon king's body and the huge inner dan were split in half, and when the body fell to the river, the miserable screams were still echoing in the air.

And this qiē, the slightest gorge did not affect the battle in the canyon, countless monks attacked the defense line with all their might, as if the talisman did not want money, smashed it over, magic weapons, spiritual weapons bombarded wildly, and the alien race did not show weakness, and a team of demon beasts and monsters rushed out and began to fight. A demon beast like a lion and a tiger had a big mouth of blood, biting a god-shaping monk in its mouth, leaving only two feet still kicking outside its mouth, but before the lion and tiger demon could chew it. A knife with a dazzling aura. Chop. The head of the liger demon is separated. A phantom suddenly appeared behind the sword-wielding monk, a claw passed through his chest from his back, and a beating heart was held in his claw, which was pinched into a pulp, and then several high-level flame bursting charms hit the phantom, burning so loudly that a burning man struggled and screamed, and turned into black smoke and dissipated in a few breaths. Four killings in a row, even the ferocity is as fierce as Ming, and his face changes slightly.

The Yu clan who rushed out was even more fatally hit, and the monks who had prepared in the back kept pulling the spirit bow, and the spirit arrows shot like rain, none of them could avoid it, all of them were shot, and some were nailed to the rock wall, wailing. In less than a moment, the alien race of the Chong clan was wiped out. The Terran monks were so excited that they frantically attacked the defensive line. But the mutation is reborn. Countless vines suddenly grew on the rock wall, and stretched out into the air, catching many monks who were caught off guard, and what was even more terrifying was that these monks were sucked into dry corpses in a few breaths, and the vines grew even faster, and the monks could not get rid of them no matter how they slashed and burned. When the Terran monks were in a hurry, another wave of blows came, and countless green bamboos grew behind the alien defense line, and the swaying bamboo leaves turned into flying knives, shooting out sharply, and a large number of monks either fell or were seriously injured. After the defense line, a team of demon beasts and monsters and birds rushed out again, covering and killing, and the Terran monks had a tendency to rout.

Ning Caichen, who arrived in time, was like a rescuer, the bright clouds were released, holding the scriptures in his left hand and a spiritual pen in his right hand. Ning Caichen was very calm, and did not command the monks to attack the alien defense line again, but asked everyone to withdraw to their own formation in an orderly manner, and the soul realm monks and demon kings who were fighting fiercely above the clouds saw this, and they also stopped and returned.

This great war lasted less than an hour, but the number of deaths of all races was tens of thousands, and how many lives were lost here in the past ten years? What is even more terrifying is that both sides are blinded by hatred, and both believe that they are righteous, and forget what is the purpose of this protracted war? Are the high-level leaders of the two sides powerless to stop it, or do they not want to stop it? Those phantoms are the soul clan, and the vines and green bamboos are from the wood spirit clan, according to Tao Eryao and Yin Momo, these two clans are very gentle, and rarely take the initiative to provoke trouble, and now they are also involved in the war with the human race.

In front of the conference hall, I finally saw the legendary Tang Xuanzang, in a daze, overlapping with the images of his previous life, but by no means cowardly and unassertive, but the bearing and self-confidence of a generation of grandmasters loomed. "Ah Mituo Buddha, I have admired the name of the master for a long time, and today I can see the dignity, and Xuanzang is fortunate in three lives. Tang Xuanzang led a group of soul realm monks to greet him warmly, "How can Zhang Baode, Master Xuanzang and all Taoist friends greet each other, and they are ashamed." I clasped my fists and bowed to express my sincere respect, "The various miracles of the Guru are all admirable, the arrival of the Guru, the fall of the soul is fixed, the luck of my clan, and the blessing of all sentient beings." Tang Xuanzang also had a sincere face, and turned his hand sideways, indicating that he would let me go ahead.

With a sigh in his heart, he couldn't be unclear about the meaning of my coming, but such a statement, a grand welcome, had already roasted me on the fire, or he just wanted to tie me to the chariot, and even the pure Ning Caichen frowned slightly. "Zhang Moude is shallow and shallow, and he can't afford to lift love, master, please, fellow Daoists, please. I was silent, standing still, unusually humble, Tang Xuanzang smiled faintly, no longer shirked, one-handed false lead, and walked in first.

The wit in words and deeds did not affect the atmosphere, the guests and hosts talked very happily, they were all some unnutritious words, but Mingli who followed aside, which aroused the attention and doubts of many people, "This Taoist friend is familiar, how to call it?" Someone began to ask, "Mingli, my disciple, practice closed-mouth meditation, please forgive me." I replied seriously, Ning Caichen was stunned by my ability to talk casually, and Ming Li wanted to argue, but was swept away by my gaze and rolled his eyes honestly.

In a mountain recess far away from the Falling Soul Gorge, Tang Xuanzang and I stood opposite each other, "I don't know what the master is calling?" He was still polite, but in my eyes, it was just one word: pretend. Seeing that I didn't answer, he smiled apologetically, "Xuanzang has always been worried about the matter of the master, but the current situation, the master has seen it, and if he wants to make it, he is afraid that it will take time." "Let the master do the work, today is not for my business, but for someone who wants to see you." In his puzzlement, I took out the jade coffin, the coffin lid was gently opened, Yin Momo slowly stood up, very ladylike, two lines of tears flowed, "Momo!" Tang Xuanzang exclaimed, "Brother Tang!" Yin Momo couldn't cry.

Sitting alone on the top of a mountain peak, sipping wine, enjoying the rare loneliness and tranquility, leaving space for them, their own cause and effect, their own food and their own fullness, bringing the yin foam, that is my cause and effect, it is over, the end is their cause and effect, and it has nothing to do with me. There was a faint sound of the piano in the hollow, longing, confusion, nostalgia, ethereal—all kinds of emotions were mixed in, and the last note stopped, and the two of them flew towards me, "Thank you, Master." Tang Xuanzang bowed deeply to me, then turned around and flew towards the Falling Soul Gorge, echoing in the air: "Affectionate for fear of damaging the Buddhist line, entering the mountain and fearing that the city will fall by mistake, how can you get the double law in the middle of the matter, and live up to it." (To be continued......)