Misery: my feet step out of the flames of war

After everyone in Tiandu retreated, Zhu Zun took stock of the people and things in King Daowu Valley.

Huo Ran discovered that in addition to Lie Yuzi and Si Lieqi, Hu Yin Shunhuo and Ling Junzhang, who originally belonged to Yu Yudian, were missing.

In addition, more than half of Qian Xiu's Taoist disciples were killed or injured, and all the Seven Immortal Weapons of the First Master were lost.

Fortunately, Xu Wugui saved his life, and Tai Zhao, Yu Danxia and others also grew up in this battle.

Hearing that Zhu Zun gave the ancient sword Zunshi to Luo Hou, Xu Wugui asked puzzledly: "The ruler of Dao Lord has been presented by Lie Yuzi, and nine out of ten Yuan-destroying furnaces have also fallen into the hands of Tiandu. These two This item is enough as a reward, why should I give it to the Ancient Sword Master?"

Zhu Zun sighed: "It is a crime to have a jade. If someone else comes to seize it, Daowu King Valley will not be able to protect itself. Moreover, with this good fate, no matter how turbulent the valley is, Heaven will not sit idly by." reason."

"What the leader said makes sense."

"It's important to pass down the Taoist Fire. I hope that future generations will be able to take back these immortal weapons."

Jianzi Xianji and Xianshou quickly set up the "Wanyin Tianshu Sword Returns to the Sect" formation, repaired the small formations everywhere, and then left.

After everyone left, Zhu Zun announced that the valley was closed and no one could enter or exit unless necessary.

Leaving Daowu King Valley, the sky wave is vast as the string head turns around.

Jianzi Xianji played with the mirage cloud in his hand and went straight to Shulou Xifeng.

The bamboo hut is quiet and quiet, and the sound of the piano is lingering.

Hearing familiar footsteps, the sound of the piano stopped.

Shulou Longsu picked up the Chinese fan on the table and said lightly: "Friend, you finally showed up."

"Long Su, I'm here to invite you to my new home."

"Jianzi, during the time you disappeared, you went to make money to buy a house?"

"Please come in."

Shulou Longsu's eyes suddenly changed, and a quiet and elegant garden appeared, with sparse flowers and trees, a bright moon and flowing water, and a palace lantern hanging high in a bamboo pavilion.

When Longsu stepped into it, he felt the breeze blowing on his face and the fragrance of flowers was intoxicating.

"Jianzi, you can sell the realm of suddenness now to pay off my debt."

"It was a miscalculation...just keep owing."

The fairy traces of Jianzi closed away the mirage clouds, and the courtyard disappeared immediately. The two of them were still standing in the west wind of the sparse building.

At this time, the missing Hu Yin Shunhuo and Ling Junzhang were waiting in a solemn, open and impressive courtyard.

Suddenly, a tall man in red robes and a Taoist fan was seen descending. His stern look showed his ambition to look down on the mortal world.

"There are no monks in the yellow sand for thousands of miles, and the Confucian students are covered by the storm. The three religions are originally headed by Taoism, so how can they be equally famous?"

Before the poem number ended, another burst of wild laughter came, echoing throughout Shenglongkou.

"The cicada has a sound, and it will never be restored, hahahahahaha!"

Then the wind chimes chimed, the cicadas fluttered their wings, and in a poetic, dreamy and dreamy way, a gorgeous and unparalleled figure landed.

"The stars and snow hang from the miserable sky, and the Milky Way hangs down, and the gorgeous night wanders to cast the poems of Chu. The bleak and sad sound of the autumn wind rises, recalling the time when the cicadas did not sing."

The shocking aura and boundless killing intent, but Hu Yin's instant fire, Ling Junzhang and all the Taoist disciples seemed to turn a blind eye to it, and instead bent down to greet him.

"Welcome to the Taoist Master!"

"Welcome the king!"

Qingyangzi waved his fan, with a bit of fanaticism in his eyes: "Today, Shenglongkou reappears in the world!"

"Qingyang, although you have awakened me from the poor Qinghu Lake, there will eventually be a battle between you and me to see who is the true successor of the Tao Emperor."

"The final winner is none other than Qingyang."

"You are so confident, but I'm afraid that the Sword Immortal Trail will be a hindrance on your way forward."

"The evil spirit of Yu Neng Tian is killed for Luo Hou. You should first care about your own safety."

There was a look of hatred in Zao Wanjie's eyes. Yu Neng Tian was his brother-in-law. Originally, the evil soul possessed Langchen Xingyao and could make him immortal, but unexpectedly, he was refined by Luo Hou.

"I will never forget this hatred!"

At a time when the world is in chaos, in the remote and desolate Guafeng West Meridian in the Wulin, legends of the years are buried deep.

At this time, children's singing came.

"East of the Yellow River, east of the Yellow River, go east to the river and find no trace. Bailing Peak, Bailing Peak, the white peaks always shine in the sky and the sky. Sigh the heroes, cherish the heroes, hang up the sword and leave songs where to go..."

The laughter passed by, but I saw a man lying idle under the dead tree, on the west side of the hill, plucking the hu string.

"I wake up today just for a forgotten name, the legacy of the Sword Clan."

After finishing his heroic words, he put his sword on his back and turned around to walk into the wind and sand.

……

When something happened in the Daowu King Valley, Yi Yishu came to the legendary Xihuang Buddhist World.

In the wilderness of the Western Desert, there is no night here all year round, the sun is blazing in the sky, and there are only a few huge cacti in the yellow sand that do not need water.

A long time ago, Yi Yishu had been here, but for some reason, when he came here now, the landscape felt strangely unfamiliar.

"Master, go quickly, go quickly!"

Suddenly I saw several people coming in a hurry with carts and burdens ahead.

"Why?"

"The monster is here!"

As soon as he finished speaking, shocking dust rolled in from the distance, and there was a huge evil spirit in it.

The monster was wrapped in a sandstorm and was approaching in a blink of an eye. However, the monster had six black eyes and huge sharp teeth, trying to choose people to devour.

"The monster is running rampant!"

A page of book was struck by the wind, monsters and sandworms came and went without a trace, ghosts and ghosts disappeared without a trace, and they even avoided this move.

"Huh? Great Brahma Holy Palm!"

The palm struck hard, and the sandworm couldn't bear the pain. It burrowed into the sand and fled away quickly.

"Don't even think about escaping and moving mountains and rivers in one breath!"

Brahma's stomach sucked and released, and his real power poured out. In an instant, the universe was stirred, sweeping all directions, and the monster sandworms were thrown up from the ground and were immediately killed.

The panicked people came to express their gratitude after narrowly escaping from death.

"Slaying demons and slaying demons is not worth mentioning."

"Excuse me, Master, are you from China?"

"Yes."

"Why do you want to come to this border Buddhist land?" "I want to go to the Buddhist boundary of Xihuang."

The people who were talking to him looked hesitant: "This road is very far. Are you sure you want to go alone?"

"This is the way to go."

"Okay, walk towards the eyes of this giant Buddha. Whether you can step onto the Buddha's boundary depends on your fate."

A page of the book stares into the distance. Under the mountains, a majestic golden Buddha statue is lying on his back with his eyes half open, looking sacred and awe-inspiring.

"I remember that this giant Buddha didn't exist before."

"This is a sacred object that was only decided to build three decades ago. It's easy to get lost in the desert and wander around in circles. Please be more careful, master."

"Thank you."

After listening to the introduction by the people, I walked towards the eyes of the giant Buddha.

When he came here, he could already feel the huge evil energy. The monster just now must have been attracted by the evil energy. It seemed that it was close to the place where the dragon head was buried.

Not far away, another sandstorm came over the sky, and the ground began to shake violently.

The monsters that came this time were groups of sandworms, numbering no less than ten thousand, running wildly.

Sensing something strange, he raised his energy to control the wind. Standing in the air and looking down, he saw these sandworms running to a cliff, then leaping forward and forming a bridge.

"Could these monsters be summoned by the Eight-Digit Evil Head? The shackles of Buddha's words!"

The ultimate move in a page book comes out again, and the ultimate move of Buddhism reappears in the world, blocking the sandworm army in one fell swoop and restarting the boundary defense.

"A flow of mountains and rivers!"

Destroying the strong energy, the inner energy suddenly rises, and the holy energy of heaven and earth surges in an instant, and all the demons are destroyed.

"Thank you, master."

"What is the purpose of following me all this time?"

Looking back on the page, the people who came to talk were the same people just now.

"Actually, we are the ones guarding the Buddhist world. We travel through the Western Desert every day and observe the strangers here."

"Ok?"

"Back then, Jiutian Xuanzun entrusted the Buddha to place the dragon's head under the Foshan Mountain, and suppressed it with the help of the pure holy Buddha's energy. However, recently, the demonic energy has been spreading inexplicably, making the dragon's head under the Foshan Mountain ready to move."

"I see."

"Although this is only the first line, if it is broken and the evildoers are allowed to penetrate deep into the Buddhist world, it will cause greater trouble. The master just used the shackles of Buddha's words and can hide for a while."

"I'm afraid I won't last long."

"Unless you have the right method of elimination, you can only seal it."

One page of the book reminds me of what Luo Hou said, Wu Jun's plan is not to eliminate, but to let him return to the Eight-Digit Evil God.

Is this the right thing to do?
It was difficult to judge from a page, but he chose to believe Luo Hu.

"I will continue to go deep into Foshan."

"This?"

The boundary guard looked troubled. Although Yi Yishu was an eminent Buddhist monk, the Xihuang Buddhist World had been isolated from the outside world for some special reasons, and it was really inconvenient for him to enter.

"excuse me."

The one-page book moved forward, towards the direction of the Buddha statue.

Suddenly, hundreds of monks appeared like a whirlwind in the yellow sand and formed a formation.

"Master, please turn back, otherwise the big mandala formation will cause murder."

"Huh? What happened in the Xihuang Buddhist World?"

"Master, please turn back."

The determined attitude of the monks made Yi Yishu feel even more unusual. He did not stop and moved forward step by step.

Hundreds of monks had no choice but to start the formation, their sticks were raised, and they were yoke on the Yiyi Book.

"Duluo Wanfa returns to the sect, drink!"

The energy of a page of book condensed around the body, and the holy power spontaneously caused the monks to retreat in confusion.

At this moment, the alarm bell rang loudly, and a deep voice came closer and closer.

"Keep the power and fear the Dharma Vajra!"

The Buddha's name broke through the sky, the sound was like a bell and thunder, and a Dharma Wheel Qi shield flew straight towards Brahma.

"Buddha friend?"

A page of book was lightly swept with dust, and the Falun was pulled out, revealing a majestic monk.

"Brahma, we know that you care about Dragon Head, but the Xihuang Buddha Realm has its own ability to defend it, so don't do it again."

"Buddha friend is Dharmawe Vajra, one of the four Zen heavens in the West Huang Buddhist Realm."

"Of course."

Faweijin clasped his palms together and raised his head, but his tall figure always stood in front of a page of books, blocking him from what he was doing.

If we move forward, there will be conflict.

A page of books stopped, frowned and asked: "Why not let Brahma check it out for himself?"

"My temple has long been self-proclaimed and does not receive any believers, nor is it convenient for Buddhist friends."

"Reason for closing the temple?"

"Sorry, this is the will left by the Buddha. I don't know the details."

I didn't expect that the Buddhist world in Xihuang would be so cautious. It would be better to go back to Tiandu first and discuss with Lord Wu before making further plans.

"Okay, if there are changes in the Buddhist world in Xihuang, you can send someone to inform Yundu Mountain."

"Thank you Brahma."

"Please."

The book left the Buddhist world of Xihuang full of confusion, but when walking out of the Western Desert, he passed by a person in a hurry.

"The Longquan Sword hangs on my waist, I carry the cold jade harp on my back, I read the world through the autumn rain, and I carry a paper quilt with me."

"What a strong sword intent."

As the sun sets, I stare at the man's retreating back and marvel inwardly. (End of chapter)