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Chapter 539 Coming across the long river of time...

Yang Chan, the Third Holy Mother, held a piece of clothing in her hand. Two lines of clear tears slowly fell from her beautiful face, and she cried:
"Little emperor, why are you so stupid..."

Wen Hou Lu Bu stared blankly at the blood rain in the sky, his straight waist slowly bent down, and he murmured:
"Your Majesty... died in battle... Is this how Zhao Laosan took care of Your Majesty?"

"The last general, Lu Bu, is willing to follow your majesty in the underworld!"

While talking, Wen Hou Lu Bu wanted to kill himself with his sword.

Although he was a warrior, he also knew what loyalty was. His Majesty did not mind his infamy in the history books and put him to good use.

How could he not repay such a great kindness?

at this time.

A helpless voice sounded:
"Marquis Wen, why is this happening? I have told you that I will not die at the hands of Precious Moonlight Buddha today."

In an instant, light burst out from Wen Hou Lu Bu's dim eyes. He raised his head and said in surprise:
"His Majesty!!!"

"You're still alive!"

The Third Holy Mother Yang Chan also looked at the place where the sound came from and covered her mouth in shock.

It was as if time was going back, and the blood rain all over the sky gathered together and condensed into the young emperor Zhao Bing of the Song Dynasty.

Baoyueguang Buddha said in disbelief:
"Impossible, how could you not be dead yet!"

"You are just a little angel!"

"click"

After Song Shaodi recovered as before, he moved his body and said:
"Zhenjun Erlang, Baoyueguang Buddha, leave it to me to deal with him."

"I'm also very curious about how charming I will be in the future."

Erlang Shen Yang Jian's eyes fell on the dark lines on Song Shaodi's body. He hesitated for a moment, nodded and said:

"Okay, little friend, feel free to take action."

Hearing this, Baoyueguang Buddha activated his Buddhist power, accompanied by the roar of dragons and tigers, punched out and roared:
"False, you must be bluffing!"

"Even if the poor monk dies here today, I will never let a monster like you survive in the world!"

Zhao Bing, the Young Emperor of the Song Dynasty, faced the Precious Moonlight Buddha with all his strength. He did not dodge or dodge, and said word by word:

"In my future body, help me destroy the Buddha!"

The voice just fell.

The long river of time hovering between heaven and earth rippled, and a drop of water flew out and landed next to Emperor Song, turning into a water mirror.

The next second, a picture appeared in the water mirror.

A middle-aged man in luxurious clothes, with ropes tied around his shoulders, was pulling the carriage as fast as he could, and said excitedly:

"Haha... Brother Jiang, I don't have any other abilities except being strong!"

"Don't worry, let alone drag you home, even if I drag you for three days and three nights and take you to visit Xiqi, it won't be a problem!"

Sitting in the car was an old man with an immortal spirit and white beard and hair. However, at this moment, the old man seemed to be demented.

Holding the wooden frame tightly, he said anxiously:

"That's enough, that's enough, Xibohou. I've agreed to join Xiqi as an official. Stop it!"

When the middle-aged man heard this, he not only didn't stop, but he pretended to be surprised and said:

"What? Faster?"

"Okay! Today, I, Liu...ahem, Ji Chang, will sacrifice my life to accompany you!"

As he spoke, the middle-aged man sped up, and in the blink of an eye, he pulled the carriage and disappeared into the sky.

I only heard a panicked voice coming intermittently:
"Xi Bohou, stop quickly, hey, hey, hey... we're about to hit him!!!"

"Brother Jiang, don't panic, brother Youwei is here!"

……

The Young Emperor of Song Dynasty, Zhao Bing, frowned and looked at the picture shown in the water mirror, confused.

Xibohou?
Brother Jiang?

Could this be the rumor that King Wen pulled the chariot for 800 steps and the Zhou dynasty lasted for [-] years?

But, why is this Xibohou acting so weird?Doesn't it seem to be consistent with the rumors?

Also, what about his future incarnation? ? ?
"boom"

Baoyueguang Buddha punched the water mirror. The water mirror was unharmed, but he himself was bleeding from his fist and laughed:

"Hahaha, I scared the poor monk to death, it turns out it's all just fake!"

Suddenly, the water mirror changed.Under an ancient tree, brilliance circulated, revealing four figures. Three of them were the Young Emperor of the Song Dynasty, the Erlang God Yang Jian, and the Third Holy Mother Yang Chan.

However, the Erlang God Yang Jian and the Third Holy Mother Yang Chan in the water mirror both look a little green.

In addition, there is a beautiful and heroic woman in white, her cheeks are a little pale, as if she has just recovered from a serious illness.

Looking at the leaving carriage, the woman in white sighed and said with emotion:

"I didn't expect that the dignified Lord Xibo was also a monk, and he would play tricks on Jiang Shang like this."

The Young Emperor of Song Dynasty, Zhao Bing, shook his head and said in a strange tone:

"Fairy Yaoji, didn't Mr. Jiang claim yesterday that he was good at pinching and calculating, and that he was good at everything from literary skills to martial arts? Did he ever expect that he would suffer such a disaster today?"

Sudden.

The woman in white frowned, turned around suddenly, her pretty face was filled with anger, and with a thought, a silver spear flew out, fell into her hand, and said coldly:

"How dare you, Xiaoxiao, to peek in secret!"

Zhao Bing seemed to have remembered something, looking at one place with vague eyes, and said:

"Fairy Yao Ji, why don't you take Erlang and Chan'er home first? An old friend of mine is here to find me."

Yao Ji hesitated for a moment, handed the spear in her hand to Young Emperor Song, and said:
"My dear friend, you have to be careful."

Yang Chan waved her hands innocently and said obediently:
"Uncle Zhao, you must come back early, I also want to hear your story."

After the three people left, Zhao Bing slowly walked forward, his body becoming more unreal with every step he took.

After nine steps, Zhao Bing disappeared.

……

at the same time.

The Bhikkhu Kingdom of the Great Song Dynasty.

The water mirror suddenly burst out with bright divine light, and the future body of Young Emperor Song slowly walked out of the water mirror.

Arriving in front of Young Emperor Song, the two looked at each other, and Young Emperor Song sighed:
"With my talent in the Golden Immortal Realm, it seems that I have not yet reached the ultimate level of cultivating my magical powers."

"That's all, go back, don't come here to die."

The future incarnation's eyes scanned the surrounding world, and finally landed on the Baoyueguang Buddha. He took out a simple fairy sword and slashed it down with one strike.

In an instant, the sword light that penetrated the sky and the earth tore apart the space and divided the entire sky into two.

"click"

The glazed golden body that Baoyueguang Buddha was so proud of was filled with cracks without even holding on for a breath. He begged for mercy:

"Stop, the poor monk has given up!"

"Mortal ant, if you dare to hurt my life, Buddha will not let you go!"

The future body did not hesitate at all. After killing the Treasure Moonlight Buddha with one sword, he pointed out the latter's true spirit and wiped it out.

He glanced at the west, turned around calmly, and was about to return to the time he lived in.

Erlang Shen Yang Jian flashed, blocked his way back, and said anxiously:

"Wait a minute, little friend, how did my mother come back from the dead?"

"I will never admit my mistake, that's my mother!"

The future body smiled and greeted:

"Erlang...Zhenjun, I haven't seen you for a long time, but your style remains the same."

"As for the reason, I can't say, you will know in the future."

Erlangshen was anxious, he clenched the three-pronged double-edged knife, suppressed his anger, and said:
"Just say it, if anyone dares to threaten you, I will fight him to death!"

Seeing Erlang Shen Yang Jian being so persistent, the future body said helplessly:

"Erlang Zhenjun, why do you have to force others to do something difficult? I really can't say anything before the time comes."

Speaking of this, the future body saw that he had been delayed for a long time in the past years. He looked at Young Emperor Song, squeezed the magic formula in his hand, and said loudly:

"All kinds of causes and effects are added to me!"

"Boom"

Dense thunders filled the sky, but the ancient sword in Future Skill's hand shook slightly, and the thunders gradually subsided.

The black lines on Zhao Bing, the Young Emperor of Song Dynasty, also disappeared without a trace.

Then, the future body walked out in one step, passed through Erlang Shen Yang Jian, and returned to the long river of time.

(End of this chapter)