After I worshipped Bodhi, I was invincible

Chapter 200
The behemoth at the bottom of the cloud swims slowly, and even the clouds and mist are like waves, drifting away with the huge body.

Thick silver-white scales were looming, compared with Ao Qing's several hundred meters body, it was only the size of two silver-white scales.

The oppressive feeling of going straight to Tianling almost made Ao Qing forget himself.

As if the world is so big, I am just a flying mayfly.

In addition, the sense of holiness emanating from that huge monster shook Ao Qing's mood even more, giving birth to a desire to enshrine it as a god and kowtow to worship it.

This kind of aura is older than the gods and Buddhas all over the sky, and it is a pure feeling from the ancient times.

What is God, this is the real God!
The cloud and mist violently surged and spread, and besides the cloud and mist being rolled by the huge body, it actually brought a gust of chilly breeze.

When Ao Qing lost his mind, a dull tone came to his ears.

"The person who came to me at the bottom of the Black Sea is the Dragon Lady of Dongting?"

The voice is deep and thick, like a mountain like a sea.

Ao Qing came back to his senses, and immediately said: "The junior is Ao Qing from the Dongting Dragon Clan."

His eyes stared at the layers of clouds and mist.

According to the illustrated book, this is Elder Bai Chuan in Yunzhong. His original body is nearly [-] meters long.
Just when Ao Qing was astonished.

In the next second, a stream of light suddenly rushed out of the clouds, scattered the clouds, and fell into the center of Ao Qing's eyebrows very quickly.

……

My mind was dizzy, and a phantom whizzed by in front of my eyes.

After the binocular vision recovered, a large amount of gray mist rose from the ground, and Ao Qing could vaguely see strange-shaped white bones moving slowly in the gray mist.

The gray mist was stirred up into a large wave, and the neighing of beasts lingered around, endlessly.

In addition to the black mist below him, there was the sound of surging waves above his head, the river hung upside down in the sky, and the gray mist buried his bones deep.

Ao Qing's expression changed slightly, this place is exactly the illusion that he came to before!

When beheading the old Taoist of the supreme Taoist temple, he accidentally entered a strange illusion. The experience of the illusion is still vivid in his memory. After that, the water full of beads given by God Meng Zhang was also covered with blood.

Thoughts were spinning in her head, but Ao Qing couldn't think of a reasonable explanation for it.

Bai Chuan specially summoned her here to drag her into an illusion?What is there in the illusion?
She has a strange sense of familiarity with this strange place, and then contacting the special features of the unprecedented place before, the more Ao Qing thinks about it, the more she feels that there may be some connection.

The truth can only be learned through personal experience.

Without further thinking, he simply raised his vigilance and observed the surrounding environment and situation.

After a while, several black figures suddenly rose from the gray mist.

The black shadow has no specific form, it gathers like smoke, and there is a slender sharp sword on it. The sword is condensed into a solid body, and the blood is flowing, full of murderous aura.

Ao Qing turned into a human form, and Taikang was condensed in his hand, scanning around vigilantly.

"What do you guys mean? If there is something offending, please tell me it's okay!"

As soon as the words fell, the black shadows lingering around trembled violently, as if extremely angry and resentful. Under the stimulation, it was like vines entangled and torn, making a crisp sound of dislocation of joints.

The blood-stained Wu sword in Hei Wu's hand was raised high, aiming at Ao Qing's eyebrows: "You killed us, we died because of you!"

Extremely hoarse voice.

Immediately afterwards, another black shadow also spoke.

"After we died, you forgot everything, leaving only an empty shell."

"The situation in the world has changed drastically, and it is too late to enter the country now."

"It's a pity that you have forgotten too much and discarded too much. Our lives are all ruined by your hands!"

"But we are not reconciled. We are not reconciled that you have forgotten the most important memory. You have forgotten all of this. In this case, we can only face each other with swords. Let us see if your heart is still the same!"

Several afterimages shouted hoarsely: "Only swords and blood can wash away sins!"

Boundless anger enveloped Ao Qing layer by layer.

Ao Qing, who was about to cast spells against the enemy, suddenly froze, as if bound in place by chains.

Her limbs and torso were all restricted, as if she had been condemned to die on a cross, a lamb ready to be slaughtered.

Ao Qing understood the weirdness of this illusion a hundred years ago.

Illusions are illusions after all, and the key to cracking the depression on the spiritual level is to keep the brain clear.

If you fall into the abyss in the illusion, perhaps, you will really fall asleep.

His eyes silently watched the afterimages in all directions.

After a while, several sharp swords were inserted into Ao Qing's chest.

The blood splattered, but did not stain the clothes on the chest, but completely covered the eyes, and the blood in front of the eyes slowly slid down like oil paint, with a sticky bloody smell.

A large number of images appeared in front of Ao Qing's eyes.

In the ferocious collapsed mountains and rivers, there are huge dragon corpses dripping with blood.

Countless dragon corpses piled up into a mountain, and the bright red and dark yellow blood mixed into a river, forming a large blood-rippling lake along the mountain.

The crow hovered in mid-air, and all kinds of monsters came to carve up the corpses, hoping to get a cup of soup after the catastrophe.

These dragons who once traveled all over the world have suffered heavy casualties and have become blood corpses all over the place.

Among the corpses, there were also the corpses of the Feng clan and Qilin.

Layer upon layer, corpses form forests.

The best flesh and veins have become tonics, and even the key to cultivation and refining tools. The corpses are cut up to get the flesh, and the muscles and bones are crumpled, just like a whale falling into the bottom of the sea, and finally disappear into the world, and are divided and eaten by various races.

The sky is chaotic, thick smoke billows, and black clouds press down.

The cry of the crow hovered for a long time, spring and autumn came, and a hundred years passed in a blink of an eye.

The mutilated corpse was covered with weeds and trees. These blood-watered vegetation grew luxuriantly, covering the clouds and avoiding the sun. The tragedy of a hundred years ago no longer exists, but death is not the end.

After the Longhan catastrophe, the three clans suffered heavy casualties, their powers fell, and their luck declined.

A small part of the dragon clan surrendered to Hongjun and Daozu Sanqing, pulled carts to rain, and let them do their bidding. They became a small fairy under the power of the god clan. Once they lost power, they were criticized by everyone.

The Dragon Clan of the Four Seas, as early as after the early robbery of the Dragon Han Dynasty, was forced to return to the Taoist ancestor due to the overall situation. This is the general trend, and it is also to maintain the last incense inheritance.

But there are many more who refuse to obey discipline and are unwilling to become others' lackeys.

Even an ordinary man has the ambition of a family and a country, let alone a dragon monk who has experienced bloody battles and experienced calamities in the world.

But in the world, how can these forces be tolerated? After the calamity, the era of the three-legged separation has come to an end. There should be a new race in power, and the replacement of dynasties means killing and submission.

If you don't want to bow your knees and bow your head to be a minister, then you will slaughter them wantonly to avoid future troubles.

In Yuxu Palace, tens of thousands of Dragon Clan children were scarred and bound by chains and talisman papers.

Above the main hall.

The Taoist ancestors and immortal families from all directions shouted loudly: "The evil beasts under the stage, hurry up and kneel down!"

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