The Supreme Crazy Young 【Recommended by the Great God】

In this world, everyone has a heart to protect their weaknesses, even a saint like Zhunti is no exception.Seeing the devastation of life that has nothing to do with him, the saint may only sigh, occasionally show a trace of pity, and sing a Huangting song.But let Zhunti watch his disciples and soldiers disappear into the sea of ​​blood like this, how could he not be angry.

The wrath of the saint shook the world and changed the color of the situation.Above the entire sea of ​​blood, only the howls of the Asura clan and the churning of the sea of ​​blood could be heard.The Buddha's light that shines everywhere has now turned into strands of sickles that harvest life, covering the entire sea of ​​blood.Zhunti, who was furious, couldn't care about the reincarnation of heaven and cause and effect.

His only thought now is to kill, kill all the creatures on the blood sea, and turn the blood sea into a pool of stagnant water.Only then can he relieve the hatred in his heart.

In the weak water not far from the sea of ​​blood, the three of Chen Yuyang still stood in emptiness, but there was a hint of contemptuous smile from the corner of Chen Yuyang's eyes.However, he was caught by Hongjun's sharp eyes, and Hongjun said with a bit of embarrassment on his face: "Boy, it seems that such a behavior is not done by a gentleman, nor is it your style of doing things!"

Yang Mei also stroked her eyebrows, and said calmly, "Little friend Qingyang, a gentleman is like jade, gentle and refined. Isn't it a little too much for you to deceive Zhunti's mind and make Zhunti make such a mistake against the law of nature? "

Chen Yuyang smiled as if nothing had happened, his spirit defied the wind, and he stepped on the weak water, but there was no ripple on the calm water. Looking at the weak water under his feet, Chen Yuyang said softly: "How can a saint's mind be so easily manipulated?" Deceived. It’s like this weak water, the mirror of weak water can’t make any ripples. If Zhunti didn’t get angry in his heart, how can I do it!”

In fact, Hongjun and Yangmei don't know this, but their starting point is different from Chen Yuyang's.

"The wind blows the window, it's not the wind or the window, it's just the human heart." Chen Yuyang twisted the folding fan in his hand, and the smile on his face became brighter and brighter: "Zhun Ti As the leader of Mahayana Buddhism, wouldn't he not understand such a simple verse?"

"Eh~~" Hongjun was speechless.

"In fact, everyone has a door that is closed by themselves. Inside that door is the darkest and most vicious thought. Only you can open it. Whether it is a saint or us who have comprehended the Hunyuan Daoguo, There will be more or less these negative emotions in the heart. This is something that no one can get rid of. Even Lao Tzu’s way of forgetting love is of no help. It’s just a joke. No life. Could it be that the two of you have never realized the truth that magic comes from the heart in the formation of this seat?"

At this moment, Chen Yuyang's eyes were constantly looking at the direction of the sea of ​​blood, and golden lights burst out from his condensed eyes, as if he was talking about something.Although he now spoke to Hongjun and Yangmei as if he was admonishing two students who had not graduated, but in the way of the road, those who have achieved it first, Hongjun and Yangmei didn't have much emotion in their hearts.

Listening to Chen Yuyang's long speech, Hongjun just nodded, while Yang Mei still twitched her manly brows, and said lightly at the corner of her mouth: "It's reasonable, reasonable!" Then those slightly flickering eyes narrowed again, as if she was sleeping. It's the same.It seemed that the killing within close proximity had nothing to do with him.

Above the sea of ​​blood, Zhunti's anger and heartache had reached a peak. On top of his head was a twelfth-grade golden lotus, in his hand was a wonderful tree with seven treasures, and the ten thousand-foot Buddhist eight-armed golden body was coming towards the Styx step by step like a giant of ten thousand tons. For such a saint with full mana, Styx could barely parry even with the help of the sea of ​​blood.

But now the sea of ​​blood is slowly disappearing little by little under Zhun Ti's anger, the transpiring sea of ​​blood makes a sound of gurgling, and the whole sea of ​​blood is boiling.Under the golden light of Buddhism, the strong and foul smell made people sneer even more, making it difficult to breathe.

"Singer Minghe, do you think the poor monk really dare not kill you? The poor monk is the supreme saint, an immortal existence between heaven and earth. If you kill me today, even if the poor monk tries his best, he will kill you." You are killed above the sea of ​​blood. What about the thunder and punishment of the heavens, and the cause and effect of the heavens, you just hang your neck and die!"

The ten thousand-foot golden body, the King Kong giant, landed with a bang, and the entire sea of ​​blood seemed to explode, and there was a rumbling thunder.If you angered a saint who was really angry, the end would naturally be very miserable, very miserable.Styx trembled all over, and only now did he realize that although there is a thin line between a saint and a quasi-sage, the difference in realm is a world of difference.

Under Zhun Ti's anger, Styx couldn't move at all, let alone resist.This is simply impossible.

Eight pairs of eyes, some angry, some sad, some desperate, some moaning, more of them were killing anger, staring fiercely at Styx.At this moment, Styx feels that his life is passing by, bit by bit.Although he is already a great supernatural being who has lived on the wild land for endless years, when his life is about to disappear, he still feels an inexplicable fear.

Yes, he was afraid, without any reason, it was a kind of fear conveyed from the bottom of his heart, a kind of inexplicable panic, a kind of resonance of the desire to survive deep in his heart.

Tilting his head, Zhunti smiled coldly and said, "What? You're scared!"

"Scared, huh, it is an honor to die in the hands of a saint. Come on, Zhunti, my ancestor is not afraid of you, and will never be afraid of you! Even if the world is destroyed, even if the sea of ​​blood disappears, this ancestor will I won’t surrender to you, a traitor who deceives teachers and exterminates ancestors.” After a pause, Minghe felt the bean-sized sweat dripping from his forehead, looked at Zhunti with a false look and warned: “Zunti , You must know that the Six Paths of Reincarnation was created by Uncle Qingyang, if you want a piece of the pie, your end will definitely be worse than mine. I will go ahead and wait for you over there!"

Zhunti sneered, snorted and said, "At this time, you still want to threaten the poor monk. I don't know if you are too stupid, or you are worried that the poor monk has no determination to kill you!"

As soon as the words fell, the wonderful tree of seven treasures in Zhunti's hand fell instantly, while Styx just closed his eyes sadly, waiting quietly for the coming of death.When a person is about to die, he will feel that he is still afraid of death, and Styx is no exception.

But at the same time that Zhun raised his hand, two rays of light flashed among the six paths, a golden light and a white light, and a man wearing a golden cassock with a shriveled face instantly stopped in front of Zhun Ti, with the magic pestle in his hand shining brightly, he scolded : "Brother, you are crazy~~ and stop, Styx can't kill, can't kill~~~"