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Chapter Two Hundred and Fifty Five

There are too many answers in this world that I can’t figure out, too many and too many are unclear. As long as I don’t think about it, everything will be a cloud, but people on the vast land need an answer and a clear answer

Even Yangmei and Hongjun are no exception, so they can only continue to wander and search in Chen Yuyang's cycle of reincarnation.

Standing on the reefs of the North Sea, Chen Yuyang kept feeling his magic power as surging as the sea water of the North Sea, as if rivers were entering the sea. After absorbing the cultivation of Hongjun and Yang Mei, Chen Yuyang's cultivation level

It once soared to a terrifying level, but his mood was still not as turbulent and broad as the sea. Instead, there was an indescribable sadness.

The folding fan in his hand kept shaking, and a trace of sadness appeared on Fengshen's handsome face, and he said lightly: "Why are you doing this? Why bother with yourself?"

Chen Yuyang couldn't understand, even Hongjun and Yangmei couldn't understand. If they didn't think about this problem, they could safely go out of the cycle of reincarnation, but they couldn't help but start to consider. Good and evil, good and evil, this one

It is a very difficult question to distinguish. The two masters in the prehistoric world are entangled in this small formation and cannot extricate themselves.

Above the North Sea, the sea breeze slowly drifted, causing a salty smell, making the corners of the mouth bitter.

The hem of the clothes blown by the wind quickly disappeared above the sea level, leaving only the elegant charm of the charm. On the Dongsheng Shenzhou, fingers gently brushed across the huge rock, and Chen Yuyang's face showed

A hint of smiling and smiling. Feeling the divine thought deeply engraved in it many years ago, even the rock without life began to tremble slightly.

"Wukong, Wukong! I know you want to come out, but now is not the time, but don't worry, you will be able to emerge in no time. By then, this prehistoric world will definitely be much more exciting!"

Looking at the sunset gradually moving away from Dongsheng Shenzhou, the bright red color shines on the rocks, emitting a dazzling light, which seems to make people dare not approach, but feel so friendly. On the slight fan

Under the wind, the rising waves of the waves fixed into circles one by one, rolling on the sea surface.

"The Tao is nameless, and the name is also nameless. The charm of Tao is in the sky, on the earth, on the people..." Chen Yuyang said in this way, and the rocks listened one by one, listening very seriously, very seriously.

In the meantime, the afterglow of the sunset gradually fell, and she sat casually on the huge rock. Chen Yuyang felt extremely calm, his cheeks were smiling, his fingers gently slid across the rocks under his hands, and murmured to himself: "There is no golden cudgel, no uniform.

The Great Sage, there is only one monkey!!"

Putting up the folding fan, standing up, the white collars kept floating in the sea breeze, with an indescribable charm.

…………………

In the six realms of reincarnation, golden lights flashed by, falling straight onto the sea of ​​blood. Suddenly, millions of Buddha soldiers from the West, led by Lan Deng and Kinnara, had already entered the nine netherworlds of the sea of ​​blood. The Buddha light shone everywhere

The fragrance of Bodhi tea captures people's hearts and souls. The golden Buddha light shines on the sea of ​​blood, penetrates the dirty blood and shoots outside the palace of the sea of ​​blood.

The ancestor of the Styx looked helplessly at the heavy Buddhist soldiers who had already appeared at the door of his house, and couldn't help but sigh and said, "What should be come, Maru, go out and have a look. Who is coming?"

In fact, when you see these infiltrated Buddha lights, the ancestor of the Styx already knew that this method is a common method of Western Buddhism and is not new. Also in the six realms of reincarnation, the witch left over from this prehistoric world

The clan was so dazzling that he couldn't even open his eyes by these dazzling Buddha lights.

Xiang Liu hurriedly arrived at the palace of Queen Houtu and shouted: "Empress, Queen, something is wrong, they are here, they are really here~"

They naturally mean that they are from Buddhism. Xiang Liu has always been unable to believe that Buddhism will provoke the six realms of reincarnation for no reason and provoke the witch clan. After all, the witch clan is an ancient clan, although he is now forced to be in the six realms of reincarnation.

To avoid disaster, but the remaining power of the witch clan is still there. Besides, the six realms of reincarnation are in Qingyang Daozun personally handed over to the Queen Mother of Houtu. Unless the Daozu, no one dares to provoke this prehistoric world.

But he was obviously wrong. The ambition and courage of Western Buddhism seemed to be much greater than he thought.

The palace gate of Houtu was closed at this moment, with plain clothes, and waved his sleeves and slapped the golden light of the Buddhist sect. His voice was a little quiet: "Why are you panicking? Come out with me to take a look!"

Soon the palace gate of the Queen Houtu opened, Houtu was still beautiful and flawless, wearing plain clothes like snow, floating out like a fairy who had entered the mortal world, and inadvertently raising his hands and feet would reveal people to take pictures.

The soul's love and smile on his face were a little cold, unlike a person, as if he was like a statue.

"Xiangliu, take my witch clan's children out together. I want to see what Zhunti and Guizhi want to do? What methods can we use!"

With a saint in charge, the witch clan naturally has to feel much more at ease, but the nervous feeling still exists. After all, now in a one-to-two situation, the six realms of reincarnation may fall. On this vast land, the saints

There is always supreme authority and power.

Some people have once questioned whether a saint is immortal or not. Even I, who has a high level of cultivation, cannot give a clear answer. However, some people have asked what methods are needed to kill a saint.

.The answer given by Chen Yuyang is very simple and understands very clearly: just two saints are enough.

This also reflects from the side. In Chen Yuyang's eyes, the saints are not an immortal myth. On the contrary, they will die, but their death is slower and more unpredictable than normal people. However, after Chen Yuyang's answer

, and many people began to redefine what a saint is. Even Hongjun Daozu cannot completely define what this saint is like, even if he is their teacher.

The dark sea of ​​blood seemed to be covered by dark clouds, but under the golden light of Buddhism, the sea of ​​blood was like daytime, and in the sewage of the sea of ​​blood, you could see golden light and waves everywhere.

The light of searching. Randeng smiled and looked at Jinnaluo with his fingers stuck to his fingers and said, "Senior Brother, now my Buddhist prosperity is about to come. I really have to respect the people in the Buddhist community on this prehistoric land!"

Jinnaluo is going to get started before Randeng, so his idea is far from comparable to Randeng, the quasi-saint. He looked at the sea of ​​blood and looked at the waves in the sea and said, "Junior Brother Randeng, don't be careless."

.Although magical powers are inferior to the number of days, it is better to be careful in some things."

Ran Deng said disapprovingly: "Senior brother has filtered it. If the old ghost of the Styx dares to come out of this sea of ​​blood, I will definitely let him splatter blood on this sea of ​​blood. At that time, all the Asura clans will be killed. How can such a lowly race be with

I usually live on this vast land, and I will lose all my face!"

Just as Randeng said these words without any restraint, he snorted sharply behind him, "Randeng, you are so majestic. You actually look down on the Asura clan. You must know that the Ancestor of the Styx is the prehistoric world of the heavens.

The great masters who have existed at that time, and the four Asura Demon Kings under them are none of them are fuel-efficient lamps. With the blood sea, the 30 million blood gods of the Styx, even if the leader comes to the blood sea, he may not be able to do anything to him. You are actually

Dare to be so arrogant!!!”

Ran Deng was surprised and turned around to look at this inconspicuous character in his Buddhist camp. After pondering for a long time, he came to his senses and laughed and said, "Who should I be? It turns out that he is a traitor from the Asura clan!! You

You are also qualified to talk to me. You should know that my monk is also the deputy leader of Mahayana Buddhism. Your identity is not enough to speak here~~”

Just as Lan Deng finished speaking, waves of blood skeletons continued to boil over the sea of ​​blood. Gurgling blood bubbles kept surging, and the howling of ghosts and wolves seemed to be raging storms.

Jinnaro reacted instantly and said loudly: "Be careful, it's the Styx."

Randeng also began to get nervous and said hurriedly: "Bodhi Array, get up~~"

The Bodhi Array is the first formation of Buddhism, but it is not in the hands of Lan Deng and Kinnara that people are afraid of it. But then again, Lan Deng is also the great existence of the world that creates the world in this prehistoric world.

The supernatural powers are not too afraid of the ancestor of the Styx.

As long as it is not above the sea of ​​blood, Randeng is confident that he can solve the Styx alone. But now he is above the sea of ​​blood, which makes Randeng feel a little powerless. Because above the sea of ​​blood, the Styx cannot kill him.

Unless someone takes the blame for the world, slaughter all living beings in the sea of ​​blood, and take over the cause and effect of heaven.

Fortunately, the two leaders did not intend to kill the Styx, but just imprisoned him for a while so that he could no longer be so arrogant. At that time, all the creatures in the sea of ​​blood will surrender to Western Buddhism, and Buddhism will flourish.

The momentum will surely be even more intense. By then, Dongfang Xuanmen will no longer be an opponent.

But at this moment, facing the furious ancestor of the Styx, facing the 300 billion blood god son, Lan Deng and these Buddhist disciples had no choice. Although the Bodhi array was exquisite, it could not save the danger in their hearts.

.It is inevitable that you will have some trouble to fight against the ancestor of the Styx just by relying on this immature Bodhi array.

At this moment, on the Nine Nether Blood Sea, there were bursts of Sanskrit. The golden ten thousand words were like talismans, and like golden walls. In an instant, they beat all the blood gods on the Sea of ​​Blood through Nine Nethers.
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