The Love of the Green Snake in the Other Side Pavilion

Chapter 46
After taking a step, the sky full of stars turned into an ancient wilderness. Countless wild beasts chased the human race everywhere, and the human race who fell aside were torn and swallowed by the wild beasts, and everything was desolate as far as the eye could see; then, the naked body was covered with animal skins, and shells were traded; One step at a time, life, old age, sickness and death, joys and sorrows, moodiness, wisdom, stupidity, and benefits, all appear in one place.

Jikong's eyes drooped slightly, nothing could be seen on his face, the depths of his pupils were full of struggles, and something reflected in the depths of his soul seemed to break free, and his whole body was in severe pain for a while, 72 air pockets, three thousand Six hundred spiritual orifices were shattered into powder, which was thousands of times more painful than bone scraping.The pain reached extreme in an instant, and even though he was indifferent and strong, he couldn't bear it. He couldn't help but make a few meaningless sounds, his consciousness began to slacken, and everything he saw was darkness.

I don't know how much time passed, maybe it was only a moment, maybe it was a hundred years before Jikong woke up slowly, looking around, it was a formation made of seven pieces of the best crystal stones in the six worlds, and the light visible to the naked eye slowly entered the body, He moved tentatively, and stopped struggling when he found that his body was disobedient.

In the blink of an eye, a figure appeared. Although Ji Kong didn't see him many times, he could tell at a glance that this person was Hu Mo, the patriarch of the Fox Clan.

Hu Mo entered the hall, walked outside the formation, looked down at Jikong steadily and steadily, and the faint smile that had hung on the corner of his lips for many years also became a sarcastic smile because of this height.

Ji Kong looked back calmly.

For a moment, the atmosphere was extremely strange.

"Father."

Hu Sha'er broke into the hall and was stopped by Hu Mo with only one cry.

Hu Mo spoke with a rare clarity among the fox clan: "You are not worthy."

After all, he took Hu Cha'er and left together.

Ji Kong lay in the middle of the formation, and didn't take what Hu Mo just said to heart. He focused on dredging the meridians with magic power, and led the spiritual energy in the formation spar to slowly enter his body, from point to drop to line.

"Hey."

There was a small broken sound, if no one would pay attention to it normally, but at this time, the hall was empty and silent, it was very clear, Ji Kong felt a little happy in his heart, the spiritual energy introduced into the body actually gathered into the size of an index finger, seven crystals Large and small cracks appeared on the stone, and after a burst of crackling sounds, the spar turned into powder, and the formation formed by it collapsed instantly.

Jikong half propped himself up, looked around his body, deeply felt that the mana in his body was extremely abundant, if there was any more, even if it was just a thread, he would explode and die, even if he had always been indifferent, at this moment there would inevitably be a little bit of ecstasy in his heart Fortunately, the magic power was circulated in the body for seven big circles, and then disappeared into the palace in a flash.

As early as when cracks were formed in the spar, someone with a heart had already sensed it.

On the high mountain, a group of dozens of people, each showing their magical powers, looked at the altar below. Even though they couldn't see anything under the thunder and lightning, they still focused.

No one spoke for a long time, and for a long time, a white-haired demon sighed.

A man next to him who couldn't see his face asked, "What's going on?"

"It's all in vain, it's already started turning."

"En, but that one." The man replied, as if he had never heard of it, and pointed at the monk who suddenly appeared beside the altar.

The white-haired demon nodded.

The man stopped talking, and moved the little finger of his right hand slightly imperceptibly, his eyelids closed, as if thinking.

When Jikong came out of the palace, he saw the thunder snake dancing wildly, he felt a little relaxed in his heart because he didn't understand, he made a magic trick, and in the blink of an eye, he had reached the altar.

There are many monsters gathered outside the altar, including mountain spirits, vixen, vine flower and bird monsters, many of them have met once, such as the two monster generals guarding the entrance to the Buddhist world and Hu Mo's family, while the light blue men's clothes are carrying a It's not Wuming who is drinking the jug of wine.

Jikong walked over and stood side by side with Wuming. He looked into the altar and remained silent.

Wuming raised his eyebrows, allocated some energy and said, "I thought you would always be with her."

Jikong didn't refute, but instead said: "You didn't drink before."

He just asked a question, he didn't expect Wuming to answer, so after Wuming answered, he was taken aback for a moment.

Wuming Wenyan turned his head to look at him in surprise, snorted, threw the wine jug into the pocket space, tapped his forehead, and said softly: "I really don't like drinking, and I don't like drinking now, just I feel that it is not good to be awake sometimes." Suddenly put down the hand on the forehead, and said sneeringly, "It was actually affected."

"All calamities will pass, but the calamity of love will never pass."

Jikong's eyes are big and big, seeing everything empty.

Wuming smiled, no longer indifferent, she looked a little childish, she said: "I don't know," she said, paused, and said, "They said that the thunder can stop today."

Ji Kong nodded, and asked seemingly casually: "What day is this?"

"Nine nine."

Jikong was about to say something, but he saw a green light attacking him. He made a move with one hand, and the green light made ten strokes. Wuming also made a move at this moment, and the ten green lights turned into countless blades because of this obstruction. Everything turned into powder, and many monster races around the altar couldn't even stop them, they were all smashed into powder by the blade, and the rest retreated to the top of the valley.

Jikong was born to be unyielding, seeing this, his pupils shrank slightly, he took out a bodhi tree branch and waited in front of him, he hadn't thought of backing down yet.

Wuming didn't leave either, he took out a pair of Wuhooks to block left and right, and slashed across.

After a while, the green blade did not decrease but increased, and the mana consumption of the two was too fast, and they were out of breath after a while. The two were not the type to sit still, but the speed did slow down, and some minor wounds appeared on their bodies. The Wu hook in Wuming's right hand fell to the ground and made a small hole, and he was unable to lift his left hand.The expressions on the faces of the two of them did not change in the slightest, and there was no panic or fear at all.

Countless green lights came at them, dodged dozens of attacks, and there were still thousands of knives. Many wounds were unavoidable on the two of them, and what dripped out was blood, which had become a pool of blood , a pool of blood shone with golden light, and the other pool was as dazzling as glass under the sunlight.

The hands were slightly lowered, and the two sat back to back. When the manpower was limited, and when the ascetic was also weak, the two of them did not feel panic at all, their lips raised slightly, and they went to death calmly.

Just at this time, a purple-blue light flashed, and the green light disappeared when touched, and Wuming slightly moved his head towards the altar in the middle of the forbidden area.

All the demons living on the top of the valley also turned their gazes. It was a beautiful day and the sun was shining brightly. The woman in Tsing Yi standing in the middle of the altar was standing there vaguely, but with a natural coercion. All the demons knelt down and bowed their heads slightly , looked a little more respectful, and they descended to the bottom of the valley one after another.

Xu Qingqing, who lives among the monsters, can talk to anyone no matter what, with a smile on her face from time to time, which makes her beautiful and charming, as if 3000 years of seclusion not only did not make her clumsy, but made her more mature Sophisticated, every frown and smile is just right, neither offending anyone nor answering anyone.

Later, this matter was recorded by Bu Shuanzi, a famous Master of Easy Calculation in the Six Realms. Going to the first, all living beings will have 49 years of life, and after that, the people will be in dire straits, and the people will not be able to live.

Xu Qingqing actually had a flaw. When she came out of the altar, she hadn't fully integrated her current magic power. As long as there was a little external stimulation, she would die suddenly on the spot. Unfortunately, no one could catch her, and she was not so easy to get rid of later. .

And every time there is an amazingly talented and brilliant generation in the world, the way of heaven will call the world.

Countless creatures have learned about this matter, but they have different reactions, which are worth pondering.

Somewhere in the human world, there is a wide open field, the grass grows a foot long, reaches the knees of people, and there is no one inhabited. There is only one tree in the wilderness, the roots of which are knotted, and the crown of the tree covers the ground for twenty miles. Only the holy tree of the Buddhist world - the bodhi tree is like this.

Cicadas chirped among the trees, a monk on a branch leaned on it wearing a patchwork cloak, leisurely and contented, his half-closed eyes opened, his lips curled into a smile, and he jumped off the branch without hesitation, looking for a direction at will Walking away, the figure is cold and aloof.

There is a bead under the Bodhi tree that glows with a faint blue cold light. It is deserted and desolate, no one finds it, no one knows about it.

On the halfway of Kunlun Mountain, there are clusters of ancient forests. There are two wooden houses in the depths. In one of them, a stunning woman in a monochrome coarse cloth white shirt is sitting cross-legged, looking at the courtyard with indifferent eyes. The brocade-clothed man holding the cattail leaf fan decocted the medicine, his eyes were hard to distinguish, and suddenly his body froze, and when he recovered, he turned around and went back to the house, set up a barrier, took out the spirit treasure left by the distant ancestors, and exhausted his mana Deduce the secret, seven days and seven nights.

Emperor Yan of the human world has a mansion, which is not too big or small, and the location is neither awkward nor awkward. It is mysterious and mysterious, and no one knows who its owner is.The mansion is luxuriously furnished but not vulgar. There is a lake in the garden and a pavilion in the middle of the lake. The two people in the pavilion are silent, saying a word or two from time to time. , but a little absent-minded, the man played with the exquisite blue butterfly fan pendant in his hand, and seemed not to notice anything unusual about the woman.

In a forbidden place in the Demon Realm, the sky and the earth are dark. There is a monk holding a blood-colored sword. The bright red blood slips from the knife drop by drop. Tick-tick, one after another, it falls on the dark ground. The blood is winding under the monk's feet.

Blood flows into rivers; corpses pile up mountains.

The monk showed compassion on his face, surrounded by murderous aura, so contradictory and harmonious.

The monk looked towards the center of the forbidden area, where there was an ancient blood-colored tree, and under the tree was a dying cuckoo that had just hatched. With a move by the monk, the cuckoo landed in the palm of his hand and was about to be pinched to death. He seemed to have sensed it, and his eyes were slightly closed.

After opening his eyes, he saw Dujuan rubbing against the palm of his hand. After looking for a long time, the knife was gone. He pinched it with his right hand again and again, and sighed: "Come on, go on, go on, it's God's will." The monk put his hands in the wide monk's sleeves Shrink the ground into an inch and step into the distance.

In the world of ghosts, a ray of light flashed across the eternally gloomy sky, and it was vaguely visible that a monk in ragged clothes and blood was running all the way. Suddenly, he squinted his eyes, calculated with one hand, and walked leisurely behind The one who was chasing after Zai hit a palm with one hand, and the monk's figure floated like a kite falling from a string, while the one behind gave a cold snort, and walked back to the ghost town of Fengdu leisurely step by step.

(End of this chapter)