Like a silent volcano, when it finally wakes up, it emits a fierce rage.

The golden and red magma spewed straight into the sky.

Rains of fire like meteorites fell from the clouds.

Fire, burning in the rain.

ground, melted in fire.

The sky was covered with dark clouds, obscured by a thick cloud of black dust.

The originally gloomy sky turned into pitch black with no stars and moon at midnight.

Only the white light shines in the gushing magma.

Why.

Why?

In the white light, blood kept dripping on the surface of the pitch-black curved blade.

The hand holding the maroon long-handled hand trembled constantly.

Rootless looked up and looked at Yougen.

Yougen's face was pale, and his eyes were full of panic and confusion.

"Why?"

Yougen's voice was a little hoarse, and his brows furrowed tightly.

Wugen smiled indifferently, held the right hand with the long handle, and slowly let go.

He raised his head and fell to the ground.

Arigen stretched out his hand on Rootless's chest and grasped the long handle of the demon soldier.

A rootless body that slipped from the pitch-black magic blade.

Yougen reached out and bent down to hold the back of the rootless neck.

"Why?"

"You can kill me. ”

Rootless didn't answer, his eyes looking up at the golden-red molten slurry that covered the white light, and his expression was extremely serene.

"Senior brother. ”

"I think God has kept me alive until now just to meet you again. ”

"With my own eyes, I saw you stab this sword. ”

"After parting with the barren mountain, my consciousness fell into chaos, and I don't know how many springs and autumns have passed. ”

"But I didn't expect it. When I wake up, I will meet you. ”

"I didn't expect you to have such a cultivation now. ”

"Providence. ”

"Providence. ”

Wugen chuckled twice, and a look of contempt suddenly appeared on his face.

He slowly raised his right hand, his slender five fingers caressing his scarred face.

"Really, providently. ”

"After the vicissitudes of life, through the red dust. ”

"The right path cultivates the yuan, refining the heart and forging the gods. ”

"Senior brother, I can see you now. “

"What do I have to do if I die?"

"It's a lot of people. This Terran is righteous. ”

"Senior brother. ”

The right hand without roots hung down weakly.

His tone gradually weakened.

His voice was still clear.

Such as a broken winged dragonfly, at the tip of a blade of grass, lightly spread the only thin wing.

"Please. ”

"Yiqiē, I want you to carry it alone. ”

"I'm sorry. ”

All the qiē, including the whole world, is handed over to you.

I'm sorry.

Rootless eyes. Slowly closed.

A pale golden light, mixed with the chaotic breath flow, flowed from the rootless body to the rootless hand.

The flow of breath. It's so faint.

In the faint, there is an endless stretch.

Like a surging river, it flows endlessly.

"Buzz~!"

The broadsword trembled slightly, and the white light burst through.

Massive sword breath. Stirred up the molten slurry that swept into the sky.

The rootless body turned into countless sand-like fragments in the broken white light. As the scattered white light gradually drifted away.

Under the sky obscured by pitch-black ashes, in the dark sky as midnight, Zhang Daoling stepped on the flying sword with both feet and straightened his waist.

He turned around, looked at Mi Le behind him expressionlessly, and said in an absolutely indifferent tone, "Buddha." ”

"It's really calculating. ”

"If it weren't for the fact that these two people are old acquaintances, if it weren't for the people who are in trouble in the Western Wilderness, they have such cultivation, and they can actually restore the spiritual consciousness of the people you brought. ”

"I'm afraid, I'm going to exclaim that the Dharma is boundless. “

And. ”

"Brahma, what a disciple. ”

Hearing this, Mi Le widened his eyes and said, "Zhang Daoling!"

"You're not mistaken!"

"Even if this person is not my Buddha, even if this person can use the Dao Gate Sword Intent. ”

"But what is that!?"

"The cultivation of these two people is far better than you and me. ”

"Before, in the Western Wilderness, have you heard of such amazing and brilliant characters?"

"Since the Buddha planted the primordial spirit for this person, there must be a reason!!"

"My Buddha, how can you blame !??"

Hearing this, Zhang Daoling immediately showed anger.

He was about to say something, but Feng Shaoqing reached out and put his hand on his shoulder.

"My brother can't. ”

"Tiger Mountain that day, is it okay?"

Feng Shaoqing's eyes were cold, his gaze crossed Zhang Daoling's shoulder, and fell on Mile and Bojin's bodies.

The indigo light on his body condensed to a solid state.

Just when the four elites in Buddhism were tense with each other.

Countless golden rays of light pierced through the black clouds in the sky.

The golden light was like a sharp blade, piercing through the inky black.

The golden light was reflected on the broken white mang, and the white mangs suddenly converged.

Yougen raised his head and looked at the golden rain of light falling towards the world.

On his already pale face, the vertical lines between his eyebrows couldn't help but wrinkle even tighter.

"Buddha light?"

Zhang Daoling raised his head and looked at the dark clouds that were broken by the golden light, with a shocked look on his face.

"Brahma?"

Yougen muttered to himself, and the white mangs gathered around his body.

Like millions of monks singing, the complex Zen sound that is enough to penetrate the clouds resounded in the depths of the sky.

A Falun glowing with golden light, accompanied by a golden rain of light and the chanting of Zen sounds, pierced the thick clouds.

With the appearance of the Falun, the force of tens of thousands of jun fell on the magma-ridden land.

When there are roots and no roots, they have already injured their vitality, and at this time, they can only barely resist the force that is pressing on their bodies.

He couldn't move.

Feng Shaoqing's flying sword fell to the ground.

The four Dao Buddha elites who had been glaring at each other angrily before were all pressed by the huge force at this time, and they bent down and trembled.

Among the four, only Feng Shaoqing still has the strength to block the oppression of the four by Buddha Li.

He struggled to block it, but none of the four fell into the scorching lava.

The only thing that fell into the magma was the long sword wrapped in indigo gangyuan.

"Buddha!"

"You, are you going to kill me!?"

Mile craned his neck with great difficulty, looking at the golden Falun pressed down from the sky, and his face showed a look of disbelief.

Middle-earth, Spiritual Mountain.

In the main hall of Tianyin Temple, the Buddha raised his right hand, and the expression on his face was solemn, without the slightest emotion.

His right hand slowly fell.

The brilliant golden liquid flowed on the surface of the Buddha's right hand.

The whole spiritual mountain was silent.

He's dead.

I'm going to die.

Yougen's eyes widened as he watched the huge Falun getting closer and closer.

He frantically used the moral mind method and mobilized a large amount of natural vitality, but he couldn't move a single bit.

The force exerted on him was too great.

Above his head is the center of the Falun.

This time, Brahma is obviously doing his best, leaving no way for Yougen to live.

"Whew!"

The dragon roared, and the silver light flashed past the body of the broad sword, and the broad sword broke free from Yougen's palm and stopped in front of Yougen's body.

The silver mangs on the broadsword were sheng, and the sword body disappeared in the silver mangs.

A graceful figure appeared in the silver light. (To be continued......)

PS: Hmm.

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