"Pu"

"Pu"

The world inside the belly of the huge demon bird is dead silent.

Layer layers of fishy water wash back and forth and swells.

Someone walked step by step with blood.

A boy in golden clothes covered in blood was staggering step by step, holding the blood wall, and suddenly stunned.

Wherever his eyes can reach.

A young monk with a faint breath turned his back to himself.

The boy in golden clothes felt a slap in his heart. The next moment, he felt a tall figure reaching in front of him in an instant, and then his throat suffocated.

"Well……"

The figure wearing a cloak lifted him up with one hand.

At the same time, a ray of sword energy fire slowly floated.

The fire illuminates the face of the Golden Crow Great Saint.

"Mr....what's wrong?"

The confusion sounded.

The monk whose eyes were empty and blood kept flowing slowly looked back and a dull sound of fragmentation sounded in his ears.

"nothing."

Chen Yuanjun let go of his palm and shook his cuffs.

He stared at the falling boy's corpse indifferently and fell into a brief thought. Mustard Seed Mountain had the technique of resurrection... The Great Sage of Jinwu was killed by himself, but the so-called secret pattern of Mustard Seed Mountain resurrection appeared.

It seems that this great saint of the Eastern Demon Realm has been abandoned by Bai Geng.

He slowly came to the side of the Skylark.

The Buddha's son smelled the faint bloody smell that lingers on the abyss... After a moment of silence, he whispered: "Bai Gen is really crazy. The golden crow gave his life for him, but in the end, he still became food."

"Bai Gen is completely crazy."

Chen Yuanjun whispered: "If the scene you saw is true, I'm afraid his real intention is to swallow the entire Eastern Demon Realm."

Ruo Bai Gen wants to refine the entire Eastern Demon Realm to sacrifice and achieve immortality.

Then the death of the Golden Crow...is just a small wave that began to sweep through the dark wave.

"There's no time."

The Skylark took a deep breath.

He sat cross-legged on the bumpy "water surface", put one hand on Chen Yuan's shoulder, conveying the picture he "sees".

At this moment, the two of them closed their eyes at the same time.

In the sea of ​​divine, it seemed that thousands of thunders hit by, and each thunder outlined a corner of the picture - thousands of feet of demon body, with a tiny slight appearance, and countless muscles, bones and veins appeared in front of you.

At this moment, Chen Yuan saw—

That drop of essence and blood!

The golden drop of "full blood beads" floating in the blood of the demon bird.

"Mr....you only have one sword..."

The sound of the skylark gradually became weaker.

He heard no response.

He stared at the dripping blood of the penis, held the broken barrier, spoke softly, and said, "No..."

"It's us." Chen Yuan said: "We only have one sword. One sword is enough."

The sky lark was stunned.

Are we...

He laughed at himself, stretched out his middle finger and slowly closed it.

The young Bodhisattva pointed to that point in the darkness.

Chen Yuan opened his eyes.

...

...

At the forefront of the Great Wall of the North, the lookout platform that Shen Yuan sat in the abyss forgot life and death a few days ago was now shattered.

As you see, the prosperous and prosperous northern border pass is now only a miserable ruin.

A huge demon body collapsed the forefront of the Great Wall of the North. The huge demon bird that crashed into the territory seemed to have lost all its reason and consciousness, and only remembered to open its big beak desperately.

"Boom--"

The void wind swept through the bird's beak and turned into a pitch-black and boundless black hole.

Towers rose from the ground.

Countless flying swords returned against the current.

On a beacon tower on the Great Wall in the North, an old man with a stick was swaying and swaying in the strong wind, clamoring. He stood like a pine tree, his whole body was little by little, and he was trapped in silence.

The old man was dressed and ignited a flame.

Light the Taoist fire in the midst of nirvana.

"Zhengmaster Jin!"

A purple shirt floated over and saw Pei Lingsu from afar that the master of the Literature Sect lit a fire, and she wanted to speak to stop it—

But it was too late.

The Taoist fire has been burned.

For practitioners in the Star Lord realm, they rashly ignite the Nirvana Dao Fire... may gain a moment of combat power.

But after this moment, it will be extinguished with the Taoist fire and turn into powder.

The Vajra, who was once angry, has now become a compassionate Bodhisattva.

There was no anger on Jin Yi's face.

"Miss Pei, don't stop me."

He stood with a stick, looked at the huge golden bird that collapsed in the north, and whispered: "The Buddha's son has gone, I want to follow him... How can I live alone?"

The leader of the Vinaya Sect let out a long breath, and his eyebrows suddenly turned golden, and his slightly hunched back slowly straightened.

The Dao Fire burned, and he returned to the top, his thoughts were extremely clear.

Jin Yi knew very well that the so-called realm of the Star Lord was just an ant in the mouth of this demon bird.

Perhaps Nirvana can hurt its hair...

If an ant like me ignites the Taoist fire, it will be enough to damage Bai Gan's hair.

"Hao!"

The great master of the Vinaya School rose up with a stick and turned into a golden stream of light.

In just a moment.

It came to the point between the demon bird's eyebrows!

The demon bird's divine thought captured this extremely small existence in an instant. The huge indifferent eyes ignited a rage at this moment. It stared at this mundane ant who was ignorant of life and death and dared to hold a stick to hit his forehead!

Over the Great Wall of the North.

A golden blood mist exploded, accompanied by the fragmented Nirvana Dao Fire.

Pei Lingsu stared at this scene in a daze, and his hand that he had no time to stretch out...

Before she could react, an angry roar resounded through the sky—

"Chen Yuan!!!"

The demon bird's pupils were covered with bloodshot, and the biting pain almost filled the sea of ​​divineness!

In the blood mist, there was a ray of sword light piercing the dome!

The man wearing a black cloak hugged a figure with his left and right hands. He was bathed in blood and burned with golden wildfire.

As the stick was about to fall, Jin Yi was intercepted in the waist. At this moment, he looked at the man in front of him and the young Bodhisattva on the other side.

Blood flowed through the eyes of the skylark, and his breath was weak... but he still breathed a sigh of relief after all.

"Sir Buddha..."

Jin Yi's voice choked, and he was choking for a while.
To be continued...