The real person of Cihang in the prehistoric

Chapter 80: The golden rain is flying, the blood is black and yellow, and God the Father is merciful and heals the wounds in the East and the West.
Bang!
Cihang's knees bent down.

He looked towards the west, and did not say a word for a long time. The black and yellow aura in his eyes became stronger and stronger, and the sound of the dragon's mourning sounded like a sharp arrow, which made Cihang unable to say a word.

Yuqing sighed helplessly. He looked at Cihang but couldn't do anything.

This is the path that belongs to Cihang, the path he needs to take to practice the path of compassion. No matter how many hardships he has, only Cihang himself can bear it. Even he, the master who cares most about Cihang, can only feel uncomfortable now. In my heart.

The people and flowers are dazzling, blooming with brilliance at this moment!
The immeasurable humane merits stored in it flew across Cihang's face along with tears, and they flew away instantly, scattering like stars all over the sky, covering up the original brilliance of the sun and moon at this time.

Behind Cihang, the golden wheel of merit, which seemed to be impossible for countless kalpas, was no longer hard at this moment, and slowly shattered silently. The red golden golden dragon curled up on the human flower withered Above, his eyes were always looking towards the west.

That was the golden dragon's last move.

The next moment, the golden dragon shattered and scattered like the golden wheel of merit.

Above the heavenly palace of the Celestial Clan, Di Jun stood on the sun viewing platform, looking at the golden light of merit floating down from Buzhou Mountain in the distance. The light of the sun seemed to become dim at this moment, and he was ashamed to compete with the golden light.

Nuwa stood aside without saying a word.

Her heart was shocked. When she reached the realm of Daluo Jinxian, there would be no secrets for Daluo Jinxian in anything in the world without the cover of a strong person.

There is no so-called panic, only shock:
The little Taiyi Golden Immortal was shocked that that figure actually had so many humane merits in his body;
I was also shocked that he was so willing.The humane merits that ordinary Daluo Jinxian strongmen would find difficult to achieve throughout their lives were just given up by Cihang.

It seemed that she, who majored in creation, was not as good as that junior in this matter.

In other words, among the countless creatures in the entire prehistoric era, not a single monk would do such a thing:

Mercy that goes against common sense;
Unruly mercy.

At this moment, Nuwa could see Cihang clearly.

Not only the Emperor Jun, Nuwa and others of the Tian Clan were watching, but also almost all the creatures with spiritual intelligence in the ancient world, with incredible expressions in their eyes.

Merits are precious and are clearly stated in the inherited memories given by Heaven.

Now, it was poured away like water by Cihang, giving back to the ancient world.

The golden rain of merit fell on the mountains, on the rivers, and on the thousands of mountains and rivers that Cihang passed through. The golden light emerged, surrounded by the black and yellow energy rising, even if it was far away from the ancient world and now on the edge of the world. Even monks can see clearly.

hold head high!
The passionate roar of the dragon spread through the sky and the earth.

The sound of the dragon's roar does not come from the land of the four seas, nor from the depths of the Dragon Abyss, nor from the veins of rivers, lakes, and seas, but only from the veins beneath the ancient and wild land.

Jiulong Mountain Blessed Land, Zhongnan Mountain Blessed Land... Among the countless blessed lands, with the arrival of Cihang, the roar of the dragon became more intense, as if it was trying to break free from the shackles of the earth.

Cihang didn't stop. He still had a long way to go, and he couldn't stop here.

The sound of dragons mourning in the west was always ringing in his ears. The signs on the mountain and river yuan catalog depict the geographical boundaries of the west. There is bright red everywhere, and there are traces of sadness between the strokes of the pen.

His merits, his remedies are needed there.

He must go and move forward without stopping!
In Wuzhuang Temple, Zhen Yuanzi looked at the towering tree covered with ginseng fruits from a distance.

Suddenly, with a swing of the sleeve robe and a swipe of the whisk, countless ginseng fruits shook down from the tree, and were sent by Zhen Yuanzi to Cihang's direction along the breeze.

"Respect for the mercy of little friend Cihang!"

Yuqing's hand was held tightly, and the changes of wind, rain, thunder and lightning were constantly coming from the beads in her hand, but Yuqing's mouth was tightly pursed, and she never relaxed to say a word.

Naturally, he saw the ginseng fruit coming with the wind.

His eyes were sharp: "Cihang is his disciple. How can he, as a master, be worse than his old friend? How can he have the face to meet my disciple Cihang?"
Qingyun rolled, and a river flew in the direction of Cihang.

If you look closely at the river, you will see the precious light shining on it. There are few living beings who would not exclaim when they see this long river.

A long and mighty river composed of top-notch talismans!

"Respect my disciple's Taoist heart!"

Duobao looked at the long river flying in the air and secretly marveled in his heart. In a daze, he wondered if he had seen it wrong. He actually saw the second uncle, who was usually the most particular and serious, shed a tear.

The ginseng fruit constantly nourishes Cihang's body, and the Fuli River is like a long dragon protecting Cihang.

Yuqing's aura erupts, telling all living beings in the world that Cihang is his disciple of Yuqing, and no living being can touch him!
He Yuqing is very protective!

In the heaven, Di Jun sighed, and with his hand, countless heavenly flowers fell into Cihang's Qingyun like rain.

"Respect the pure and noble mind of a noble disciple!"

In the cave of Xumi Mountain, Zhunti stared blankly at the scene displayed in the Eight Treasures Merit Pool.

The golden light of immeasurable merit and virtue, and the Cihang who walked slowly, never circling toward the west.

"Brother Dao, is this true?"

The face that usually wore a smile, at this moment, a smile appeared on the corner of the mouth, but at the same time, countless tears streaked down the face.

"it is true."

Jie Yin trembled and answered Zhunti's obvious answer.

The West is so bitter. It’s so bitter that after leaving Xumi Cave, there are only a few places to go in the vast West.

Cihang's brows flashed across the water of the Eight Treasures Merit Pool, and his eyes seemed to be looking at Jie Yin and Zhunti. At this moment, the two parties seemed to meet each other across countless distances.

Cihang didn't speak.

Those eyes have already expressed too much.

He understands, he understands everything.

Knowing the suffering of Zhunti and Guiding, understanding the sorrow of the dragon in the western land, and understanding the sorrow of the prehistoric world for the west, all these seemed to flash in his heart at this moment.

Countless rays of light came from all directions, nourishing Cihang's body and supporting him to go on.

As beings in the prehistoric world, there are so many differences between the West and the East.

The prehistoric world is a whole, split into the West and the East. If God the Father were here, He would be angry.

Cihang looked softly at the west, and the yellow sand in the sky became silent at this moment.

Look back and see where the shortcomings are.

The inadequacy that still towers over the sky, Father God, don’t be sad.

The West will be fine, the East will help him.

The prehistoric world has always been a whole, the east and the west are both prehistoric...

(End of this chapter)