Poor monk does not understand love

Chapter 577 Back to the Past
Listening to the almost begging tone of the Jade Emperor and the first-class gods, the Taishang Laojun and the first-class heavenly sages were helpless.

The power of the Twelve Flower Saints and the Eight Great Vajras is obviously not fully exerted. As the Heavenly Dao Saints, they can feel it. The fetish that created the Yuanling.

There is also Wang Mu, who has surpassed the sage of heaven and is comparable to Hongjun Patriarch and Xiaoyao Taoist god. People don't know which side this flower buddha will stand on. The flower buddha doesn't move, no one dares to move.

Therefore, the sage Yiying Tiandao cast his uneasy eyes on the two people at the highest place in the sky, Xiaoyao Taoist and Patriarch Hongjun.

Sensing people's gazes, Jiang Shuai, the Daoist of Freedom, just smiled indifferently and did not respond.

The ancestor Hongjun glanced around and muttered to himself, "When a saint is born, there will be catastrophe."

As he said that, his eyes fell on Wang Mu's body below again, thinking that everything depends on Hua Buddha's choice.

At this time, the black cloud in the western sky had dissipated, and the black and red aura and countless light spots lingered and slowly dissipated. All the disciples of Jiyang Palace and Jidi Palace were killed, and there was still a strong smell of blood in the air.

Duan Yixue stopped suddenly, stepped on the void, held a red and green long sword in her hand, her graceful body was wrapped in a black dress, but there was a black and red aura steaming.

She bowed her head, her black hair fluttering in the wind.

As a result, all the flower saints and King Kong stopped, like puppets without thoughts, standing quietly around Duan Yixue.

A sense of sadness spread, coming from Duan Yixue, the first flower sage.

She was watching, looking at those light spots that slowly dissipated, thousands of creatures were destroyed in an instant, and they were all buried in the hands of their siblings.

"Hehe." She laughed suddenly, the sinister laughter reverberated between the heaven and the earth, people trembled in their hearts and suffocated in depression.

That laughter seemed to be laughing at himself, but also seemed to be deciding something, deciding what to give up.

"Uh..." She closed her eyes and raised her head again, sighing long, trying to ease the conflict in her heart.

Then, she opened her eyes again, and her all-black eyeballs regained their bloodthirsty and strange appearance again, looking at the sky where the number of people on the side of Tongtian Cult Master was the largest.

The gods were as uproarious as the Jade Emperor, and they all backed away in fright. Even the leader of the Tongtian sect trembled for a moment. What kind of eyes did that look?Such as the angry creature will destroy everything he created.

"Quick, get out of here!" The Jade Emperor screamed, and after finishing speaking, he dragged the Queen Mother into the void.

All of a sudden, countless gods fled in a panic, using their highest cultivation levels to escape into the void and disappear, even the disciples of the master of the heavenly sect all fled, and those who were unable to penetrate the void turned into streamers of light and rushed towards the distant sky. get away.

The cold and rough sound of the wind became even more violent, and a shower of meteors flew, but the Master Tongtian stayed where he was. It would be too shameful for a sage of heaven to run away, but looking into Duan Yixue's eyes, he couldn't help but feel sad. Trembling, he involuntarily looked at the Taishang Laojun who was on the other side of the sky.

"Two senior brothers, don't you want to stand by and watch?" the leader Tongtian shouted, his deep voice still trembling.

Before, he threw the six flower sages into the real fire of samadhi to refine them, how could they let him go now.

Taishang Laojun and Yuanshi Tianzun looked at each other, but they didn't know what to do.

"Hula." Duan Yixue's expression suddenly turned cold, and in the next second, the 20 people once again killed the leader of the Tongtian Church like a black and red cloud.

"Yixue!"

Master Tongtian was setting up his posture to meet the enemy with all his strength, when Wang Mu's voice sounded.

The 20 people stopped again, the leader Duan Yixue didn't turn back, and the rest of the Huasheng and King Kong who were controlled by the leader of the Huasheng didn't turn back either.

"Stop it, if you continue like this, you will get deeper and deeper." Wang Mu said again, looking at Duan Yixue with frowned eyebrows.

"Hehe," Duan Yixue sneered, and still didn't look back, "What? You want to take care of my business? Don't you have nothing to do with all things? Didn't you once say...you don't understand love, that's it, my business has nothing to do with you. "

Duan Yixue paused for the last sentence before saying it, and suddenly felt heartache.

The smile on Wang Mu's face faded, and his expression became gloomy. He had already guessed that the head of the flower sage, whose memory had all been restored, would definitely treat him with such an attitude.

"Yixue, why do you have to be obsessed with so-called love? I don't understand, and I don't want to understand, but I won't let you sink like this." Wang Mu said again.

"Hehe...hahahaha..." Duan Yixue laughed wildly suddenly, and finally turned her head, her all-black eyes fixed on Wang Mu, her murderous intent disappeared, but she was filled with unspeakable depression and resentment.

"Don't understand love? Are you hard-hearted?" After a pause, Duan Yixue growled in a questioning tone, "3 years, 3 years, I watch you practice, watch you meditate, watch you daze, and listen to you. Speaking Buddhist scriptures, listening to you laughing, listening to you talking to yourself, I have already regarded you as the most important thing in the world. But what about you? You said that you will never leave us forever, but you still abandon us. Where is your compassion? No, I don't want your mercy, I want your love! Otherwise, you and I have nothing to do with each other!"

Wang Mu was silent, speechless, and could only watch with the most concern.

The calm heart was in turmoil, and the so-called love was turning around again. Wang Mu asked himself, didn't he do enough?What does love feel like?
"Hehe." Duan Yixue sneered again, calmed down his excited mood, glanced at Wang Mu lightly, and then turned his gaze to the tornado that reached the sky in the distance, where the Twelve Flower Saints and the Eight King Kongs were among the peach blossoms in the tornado The tree was born, and all the entanglements of the story began there.

"I want to go back to the past," she said abruptly, as if she was talking to Wang Mu, or to the peach blossom tree in the tornado, or to herself, "I have lost my greenness, If you pollute your bright heart and lose yourself, you can only perish forever. I slaughter all the common people, just to return the world to the sky, maybe in that way, my brothers and sisters and I can return to our original appearance."

"Let's go, brothers and sisters, let's go home. After a while, everything will return to the original tranquility." Turning her head, she smiled at the rest of the flower saints and King Kong, and then she floated away and swept towards That tornado.

The rest of Hua Sheng and King Kong followed suit.

Although he didn't target the leader of Tongtian anymore, the leader of Tongtian was even more nervous. He could see that the leader of the flower saint didn't let him go, but wanted to wipe him out and all other living beings.

Wang Mu's gaze followed the crowd to the tornado.

The figures of 20 people carried a mass of black and red breath, slowly drifting towards the tornado, the sunlight could not illuminate their figures.The sound of the wind was even more sad.

However, the tornado that had been rotating quietly had a sudden movement. A gap was opened in the center of the thick gray-white turbulent flow, and then slowly opened. The gap became bigger and bigger, leading straight to the sky, showing the scene in the tornado.

A sky-reaching peach blossom tree stands between the sky and the earth, the whole body is the color of sapphire, with luxuriant branches and leaves, and the colors are brilliant and dazzling.

That gorgeous, that spotless, that holy, like a picture scroll in this boundless world, so illusory yet solidly real.

Finally, the gap in the center of the tornado spread big enough, like a closed cylindrical door, and at this moment it was completely opened, making the entire tornado disappear.

The world is quiet, the wind is gone, and the dust has settled.

The Twelve Flower Saints and the Eight Great Vajras also stopped, standing in the void not far in front of the huge peach blossom tree.

All eyes were on the sky-reaching peach blossom tree, infected by the bright colors, vitality, and majesty that shocked the world. There was no other emotion in my heart, only deep worship and awe.

"We are back." Looking at the big tree, Duan Yixue said, tears bursting into tears, like a daughter who has been away from home for too long seeing her mother.

Black and red tears, like blood from the heart, slid down Duan Yixue's beautiful face. Tens of thousands of years of vicissitudes, endless grievances and hatreds, all awakenings burst out at this moment.

"My brothers and sisters and I want to go back to the past." Looking at the big tree, Duan Yixue cried even more sadly, "Back to the quiet years, I don't want to cultivate a human form, I don't want to be enlightened, just be a quiet flower Peach blossom, a quiet stone."

She couldn't cry, her sad and wronged voice sounded like a bruised child complaining to her mother.

The listener is moved, and the hearer weeps.

All the gods in the sky can see that the heart demon of the head of the flower saint is not only caused by the gods and demons such as Yu Lei and Shen Tu back then, but also the tens of thousands of years of entanglement between Hua Buddha and her.

"Crash."

As if hearing Duan Yixue's heartache, the sky-high peach blossom tree moved, layers upon layers of leaves swayed, making a crisp sound, the melodious and gentle voice reverberated all over the sky, as if comforting the Twelve Flower Saints.

Looking at the swaying tree, Wang Mu frowned, a trace of sadness rose from his heart.

It is the sorrow from the peach blossom tree, and also the sorrow from the founding Yuanling.

The gods all over the sky also felt it, and there was clearly some sadness and even anger in that clear and sweet voice.

The founding Yuanling was angry, and the consequences can be imagined.

"Yixue, everything will be fine, why is it so extreme?" Wang Mu said as he floated into the air.

"Hehe." Duan Yixue sneered again, without looking back, the Twelve Flower Saints and the Eight Great Vajras flew forward again.

"Wow..." The vision popped up.

When the Twelve Flower Saints and the Eight Great Vajras flew over again, the leaves of the peach blossom trees all over the sky suddenly swayed more violently, and countless white and yellow light spots automatically appeared in the sky, filling the whole world.

In the next second, all the white and yellow light spots turned into black and red.

"Original spirits give birth to demons, and all living beings are destroyed." High in the sky, the voice of the ancestor Hongjun came from the vicissitudes of life.

The sky and the earth were in turmoil, and all the brilliance of the sun, moon, and stars began to dim, and when they lit up again, they also turned into black and red rays of light.

In the dark, the billowing anger spread, and fear rose in the hearts of all living beings.

Countless creatures in the Three Realms and Nine Realms, no matter whether they can see the scene of the Extreme Sun Realm or not, all of them stand still in their respective worlds at this moment, as if seeing a ghost, all the creatures are looking around in fear, as if there is a devil stealthily in an invisible place Approaching.

(End of this chapter)