At this time, a secret black air surged up from the river, pressing the five masters and disciples of Chen Jiangliu on the back of the turtle.

Tongtianhe, Chenjia Village, had a pair of eyes attached to the stone statue created by the villagers for Chen Jiangliu's master and apprentice. He stared at Tongtianhe and said secretly: "Here you come!"

"No! This old turtle is a little capable!"

"Gulugulu!"

No matter how hard the five masters and disciples tried, they could not escape the turtle's back and sank to the bottom of the river with the scriptures.

On the clouds of the nine heavens, there was only the Medicine Buddha protecting him. Seeing this scene, he wanted to rescue Jin Chanzi, but was vaguely blocked by a force.

The Medicine Buddha was shocked, "Is it possible... Is it impossible to complete the disaster? Is the Heavenly Way replenishing the disaster?"

After a long time.

Chen Jiangliu was wet and climbed up the shore with great effort, spitting sand in his mouth, "Bah! Bah! Bah, don't let me meet this old turtle next time, otherwise I will definitely catch the soup!"

The brothers and sisters of Sun Wukong climbed to the shore with the scriptures, and their bodies were also wet.

Chen Jiangliu and his disciples were influenced by a force in the dark, thinking that they were normal to fall into the river and wet... they forgot that they had magic power.

The scriptures were soaked in water and were wrinkled.

"What to do? Just dry it."

The five masters and apprentices of Chen Jiangliu found several large rocks, lined up in a row, and began to dry the scriptures.

At this time, a dark air that was extremely secret blew, and the scriptures turned pages automatically, and some pages were gently printed on the surface of the rock.

The scriptures are wet, how can the wind blow?

Chen Jiangliu and his disciples had dried the scriptures and had already gone fishing for a long time, without even realizing this strange scene.

The spiritual eyes on the stone statue in Chenjia Village took all this scene, "Sure enough... they came for the scriptures!"

"Even a pharmacist can't detect a vision..."

"The saint of Zhunti may also be monitoring Chen Jiangliu, but he did not find any strange phenomena... This only means that the demon's attack was also a powerful person, at least reaching the level of a saint!"

The devil's way, there is a saint-level demon cultivator, Wei Shuyu is not surprised at all!

The Demon Ancestor and the Dao Ancestor are as famous as the Dao. Even Hongjun found a few cultivators of the same level who were on the back then to defeat the Dao...

There are six saints under Hongjun's sect, three thousand powerful guests, and there are saints under the Demon Ancestor's sect... It's not surprising at all...

What made Wei Shuyu worried was whether the demon master could truly descend to the prehistoric world of the Three Realms. If so... the situation would be extremely chaotic. The Taoist demon started a war again, and it is conceivable that the tragic tragedy!

Wei Shuyu tends to be unable to... When the demonic power comes back, the ones who can show off seem to be Wuyuan... The black robe guardians and others below are just like that.

"The devil will make a comeback, but it cannot make a comeback completely. In this way... it is still under control!"

Wei Shuyu removed the purple-eyed spiritual vision and dissipated the world.

...

Chen Jiangliu and his disciples had eaten and drunk their fill. After returning to the rock, the scriptures had already been finished, they reinstalled and walked towards the Tang Dynasty, one step a hundred miles, ten thousand miles...

The Medicine Buddha's eyes followed Jin Chanzi, and did not care about the strange things in Tongtian River. Quan thought that the way of heaven was replenishing the disaster.

After Chen Jiangliu's five disciples walked away, a black light faintly shone on the rocks that were originally drying scriptures, and several pages of Buddhist words appeared...

Another black mist emerged, the rocks disappeared, and disappeared without traces.

Tongtian River bottom.

The old turtle is talking to the man in black robe.

"Daogu, has the old turtle completed his mission?"

The black-robed guardian nodded with satisfaction, "It was done well."

"Then the position of Marshal of the Three Realms Water Palace that promised Lao Bi?"

"There will be, but not now!"

“When is that?”

"Wait until it's time to arrive!"

After saying that, the black robe threw out a black lotus, and a deep black hole opened, and the powerful suction force sucked the black robe and the old turtle.

At the bottom of the Tongtian River, after vortex, calm returned to its original state without any abnormality. Perhaps only when the saint came in person could he discover the remaining black air.

This black air was swallowed into the stomach by a fish spirit. The fish spirit's eyes turned red and they ran into a wild bump until it burst, and there was no trace anymore.

Heavenly Demon Palace.

The black-robed guardian was suppressed by the three realms of heaven and earth and his cultivation level was restored to the Hunyuan Golden Immortal. He walked forward respectfully and said fanatically: "Demon Ancestor, the scriptures have been received!"

The black robe waved her hand and the rock appeared, with several pages of key Buddhist scriptures rubbing on it.

The strange dark mist slowly dissipated, and a middle-aged man in black slowly walked out, with a handsome face and calm face, and had already returned to nature.

The creator of the devil, Luohu!

Luohu slowly closed his eyes with a look at a few pages of the scriptures, and the aura of the demonic path surged around him, with supreme terrifying pressure.

I don't know how long it took.

Luohu slowly opened his eyes, his dark pupils flashed, and he said to himself: "Hongjun did not say anything wrong back then, and Zhunti did have great perseverance and great enlightenment. On the basis of the magic path, he opened up eight hundred side doors and left paths.

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If the monks in the Three Realms of the Prehistoric World heard what the man in front of them said, they would be extremely shocked.

Buddhism... was actually opened up from the basis of the devil's way?

Buddhas and demons communicate with each other in one thought!

One thought becomes a Buddha, one thought becomes a demon!

"Send the scriptures to the Abyss of Darkness. The demon cultivator above the Hunyuan Golden Immortal cannot return to the prehistoric world for the time being!"

"After he returns to the prehistoric world first and rebuilds the foundation of the demonic path, it will be the day when I Luohu returns to the prehistoric world!"

After Luohu finished speaking, he waved his hand and the twelve-grade black lotus that was hanging on the hall of the Heavenly Demon Palace floated onto the rock.

The black-robed guardian nodded and sent the rocks together with the twelve-grade black lotus to the abyss of darkness.

Abyss of Darkness.

Endless, light and bright, depressing, and extremely fierce.

In the abyss of darkness, a monk sat quietly.

He was wearing a white monk's robe, closing his eyes tightly to resist the endless violence and evil. A woman's figure appeared in the mind of the man in white, and his forehead was full of blue veins.

"Ah!" After a painful roar, the monk in white disappeared, replaced by a monk with black hair, black clothes, and a cold look.

"The sky has no eyes, the sky is unfair, she... is so good..."

"What's the use of God?"

"My name is Wulan!"
Chapter completed!