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Both the imperial world and the mortal world exist in this world, and they are collectively referred to as the Kyushu world. Like the imperial world, no one knows its origin, so few people mention this name now. (Baidu search: Ran レ Wen レ Book レ Library, the fastest update for reading novels

The space of the Kyushu world is very stable, and it perfectly isolates the outside world. At most, there are only gaps like the turbid world. What all practitioners are looking for is immortality, and what they are looking for is the trace of the way of heaven. The Kyushu world cannot obtain such an ability, so it has to break through the supreme calamity, intending to ascend to another dimension, such as the rumored fairyland.

The power of practitioners is almost like ants to the world of Kyushu. They cannot break through this invisible wall. Only a few strong men standing at the peak can use the power of true intention to draw traces in this space .

It is like the battle of return to God that is going on at this moment.

Heaven's punishment came to the world, and the power of true intention was urged to the peak, and that thunderbolt struck down. If it hit, the entire Tomb of the Demon God would be completely destroyed.

Yuan Futu could hardly stand upright, the Tianque sword in his hand was so heavy that he could hardly lift it up, let alone go to surprise the head of Shushan. In his blurred vision, he saw an orange-red streak appearing under the straight thunderbolt. firelight.

The strange flower is already in full bloom, and the demon king Qiye casts the seal of the six kings. This trick comes from the seventh-level kung fu classic "Yaoshen Jue". It can counteract the power of the true meaning of the elements, just like "The Disintegration of Heavenly Demon **".

With a punch, the orange-red demon power suddenly formed a huge imprint in the void, like a giant's fist going up against the sky, trying to collide violently with the unshakable thunder.

Yuan Futu was almost out of breath, the spirit array of the burial god's burial robe was shaking violently, the illusory skeleton seemed to be under extreme pressure, it seemed that it might be broken at any time, and the earth element shield had already been cracked and damaged, and it was no longer there. exist.

He struggled to raise his head, from the dazzling brilliance, he wanted to see clearly who won the peak battle.

However, at this moment.

A skinny and old figure suddenly appeared in the void, it was an extremely old monk.

The old monk was wearing a shabby cassock, his complexion was dark and dry and wrinkled, and the scars on his head were not clear from the endless years.

Yuan Futu could see clearly, the monk's eyes were dim, it looked like he was blind, his mouth was slightly open, the teeth inside had fallen out badly.

His appearance was somewhat shocking, but the location where he appeared was horrifying. Even if he hadn't seen it with his own eyes, Yuan Futu should have guessed the identity of this old monk.

No.1 in the imperial court, the master of the Great Prajna Temple, an old monk of the Six Paths!

The appearance of the old monk of the Six Paths was not accidental, it was more like a long-planned plan. Facing the peak attack of the two powerful men, his thin body was as stable as a mountain. With his hand twisting the Buddha's seal, he said hoarsely and powerlessly: "Wan Di is destroyed!"

As soon as the voice fell, the hot golden Buddha's light erupted instantly, covering the sky and the sun, invading every inch of space.

Under the Buddha's light, Yuan Futu began to feel as if his whole body was being burned by a raging fire, and the pain was self-evident.

Both the demon king and Yishen noticed the skinny figure that suddenly appeared, but no one stopped because of this. Under the catharsis of such extreme power, they couldn't stop at all, and facing the old monk of the six paths, there was no need to stop. Down.

In an instant, the power of heaven's punishment collided violently with the seals of the six kings.

The old monk of the Six Paths opened his arms, and his whole body was in the shape of a wooden character. When he opened his fingers, he found that he only had nine fingers. The little finger of his left hand seemed to be cut off by a sharp weapon, leaving an old scar.

However, this extreme confrontation of returning to the gods did not appear as earth-shattering as Yuan Futu expected, and the void did not tear any more, as if all the power had turned into mud and disappeared into the sea.

I saw the fist of the Demon King Qiye firmly held in the left hand by the old monk of the Six Paths, while the half of Yishen's sword was under his right hand that was as dry as a bamboo joint, unable to move at all.

In such an instant, the old monk of the Six Paths resolved the strongest killing moves of the two masters.

"How...how is it possible?!" Yuan Futu stared at this scene in shock, it was hard to imagine that such a terrifying existence existed in this world.

Logically speaking, his realm should be at the top of Guishen Peak, and even if there is a gap between Demon King Qiye and the head of Shushan Mountain, it will not seem like a natural moat that cannot be overcome.

Judging from the current situation, there is only one explanation, the legendary Chaos Spirit Treasure!

"It's you?!" His fat face was twitching, and his eyes burst out with extreme anger.

Demon King Qiye's face was pale, and the strange flower that seemed to be weeping blood shrank a little.

The old monk of the Six Paths was silent, only a strong light penetrated his body, bursting out like a scorching sun, the light was as white as snow, engulfing the two of them in an instant.

Yuan Futu wanted to escape, but no matter how fast he was, he couldn't reach the speed of the white light, and he was absorbed in it all at once.

In the blink of an eye, the entire Tomb of the Demon God no longer existed, leaving only a traceless world made of white light, just like the legendary pure land of Buddhism, spotless.

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The flesh and blood seemed to be burning, the meridians seemed to be melting, and even Yuanshenhai seemed to have fallen into purgatory. Enduring endless torment, Yuan Futu half-kneeled on the ground, and as consciousness gradually recovered, the burning The pain gradually faded away like a tide.

This feeling is like just walking through the gate of hell, and there is a kind of luck for the rest of the life.

Yuan Futu stood up staggeringly, and found that there was only endless white in his eyes.

This is a spotless, boundless snow-white world. When his feet stepped on the ground, it was a little soft, and he found that the ground was actually covered with a thick layer of soft white sand. He frowned deeply, thinking that this was not like A space that really exists.

"I didn't expect that even you were involved." A voice came from behind.

Yuan Futu turned his head abruptly, and found that Qiye was standing behind him, still naked with no scruples, but covered his private parts with his long, tired red hair, his bright eyes stared at him, and the corners of his mouth had With that happy smile.

"What...is this place?" Yuan Futu asked.

"It's the pure land world."

At this time, a short and fat figure appeared in sight, walking slowly on the soft white sand.