Celestial

Nie Yan screamed, and the Qisha figure gathered the infinite qi of the void. In an instant, the Qisha true fire that filled the world was absorbed, and the Qisha figure became a normal size. It galloped from the air and was firmly held by him. !

Lin Fei's sword was violent around his body, he stepped on his sword, and he was sharp and unmatched. The whole person was like a sword, and he didn't even dare to touch his sharp edge.

Nie Yanyujian stood at high altitude, his eyes glanced over the faces of Lin Fei and Pang Tong, and the atmosphere was silent and tense.

The red fire in the ancient city is about to burn, and the bodies of the Buddha and the people are becoming more transparent...

Nie Yan's heart was filled with anger, and there were blue muscles on the back of the hand holding Qisha's figure. If he had just moved quickly, he had the Qisha's figure back, and he might be cut off by the shocking sword. Here, he grew colder and said, "I'm in the beginning of the seven-sharing battle. I will put you on the horse today and wait until the future tells the big game, and then win or lose."

Leaving this sentence, Nie Yan turned and left, extremely fast, and disappeared in front of everyone in an instant.

"puff!"

Lin Fei only spit out a bit of blood at this time, and then the body that had just recovered had blood stains soaked in the clothes and shed.

Pang Tong and others immediately walked towards Lin Fei.

"It's okay." Lin Fei waved his hand.

In the battle with the ghost king, he almost disappeared. Just in order to force Nie Yan back, he had to hold up ten million swordsmanship, but fortunately that guy is also a cautious person, he dare not fight hard with himself, otherwise, It is not known who wins or loses.

After swallowing a few bottles of Elixir, Lin Fei's pale complexion was slightly better.

The five people turned their heads and saw that the entire ancient city of Buddhism had completely collapsed. The walls and buildings that once stood on this desert were all turned into ash in the fierce fire, and the evil spirits and yin dissipated. The body of the people was also submerged in the red fire.

The ancient city collapsed, and the gusty wind rolled the yellow sand. Numerous sands and stones covered it. Lin Fei thought that it would not be long before this place would be covered with yellow sand and annihilated in the river of time.

Suddenly, a buddha light rises on the ground, and the five people watched with amazement a very large golden lotus blossoming above the ashes of the ancient city. The golden lotus had a total of eighty-one petals, which covered the golden brilliance all over the body. Then he lifted into the sky, and under the scorching sun, auspicious clouds rolled over, covered the sky, and several white cranes whispered, dancing around the Buddha.

Lin Fei looked at the huge golden lotus, he could feel the fluctuation without any power on it...

The Buddha stood before Jinlian. Behind him were countless Buddhas. The phantom of the ancient city shrouded above Jinlian.

The face of the Buddha is clear and handsome, his face is plain, and there is no sadness and joy. He put his hands together and placed it on his chest. Chong Linfei and others bent down and said: "The people of the desert Buddha country, thank you for your relief from the pain of being refined by me."

"Amitabha."

The voices of thousands of Buddhas and people gathered together and dispersed the world.

Lin Fei and others couldn't avoid it and received a gift from them, then they folded their hands together and returned a gift.

Above the golden lotus, the figure of the Buddha became more and more transparent, which is a sign that the body will soon disappear, and the world will be completely eliminated.

Lin Fei looked at them and suddenly remembered that the Desert Buddha Kingdom is a people living on the desert after the Taiyin people. He stepped forward and asked, "Buddha, I have something to ask for advice."

Buddha's eyes fell gently on Lin Fei.

"Have you ever seen the holy stone of the Taiyin people?"

A phantom of a red lotus appeared slowly in the hands of the Buddha. He smiled and said in a clear voice: "The ancient remains will choose their own masters, so why don't the donors seek hard."

Buddha's voice fell, and the red lotus in his hand turned into a little light scattered in the air. The figure behind him, the Buddha and the ancient city were flew up by the huge golden lotus, and went straight into Jiuxiao, and finally disappeared...

The waves calmed down, the ancient city was annihilated, and the golden desert spread like a quiet picture in front of the eyes. The sky was high and wide. Five people in a robe stained with blood, and each of them was embarrassed. There was no image sitting cross-legged on the yellow sand. Swallow the Elixir, run the real element, repair the body.

The night of tossing in the ancient city of Buddhism has made them feel terrified.

After about three hours, the sun moved westward, and the five people opened their eyes one after another and looked at each other, all laughing.

In the distance, the sandstorm has stopped, and the vast expanse of land is flat. Wang Lingguan sacrifices the flying boat and asks Pang Tong and Qiao Zhifang around him: "The Beimo Grottoes are in front. Do you want to be together?"

Pang Tong and Qiao Zhifang looked at each other very disgustedly and refused in unison: "No."

Pang Tong: "I can't stand being on a flying boat with the people of Lingxiao Gate."

Qiao Zhifang: "I can't stand being on a flying boat with the people who are in the same cabinet."

The words of refusal were spoken almost at the same time. Wang Lingguan covered his mouth with his hands and endured to smile at the two tit-for-tat people.

Pang Tong turned his head to look at Qiao Zhifang, his brow furrowed, and there was a thin rage on his cold face: "What do you mean? Look down on me? I must take this flying boat."

After talking, Pang Tong nodded to Wang Lingguan and went straight to the flying boat.

Qiao Zhifang's eyes widened, looking at Pang Tong's arrogant back, and he was very dissatisfied with a curse: "What is arrogance? I have saved you, and you dare to dare me!"

"Then I would like to thank Brother Wang."

Qiao Zhi Fang Chong Wang Lingguan bowed his hand to salute, then raised his head and stood tall, and walked into the flying boat.

Pang Tong just sat down and saw Qiao Zhifang, who came with him, pouted.

Qiao Zhifang rolled his eyes and took a seat farthest away from Pang Tong.

Although Wang Lingguan's flying boat is only of the Changhe class, the internal space is not small, and two people can't see anything. After arranging the room for the two, the five people rested separately.

The true spirit of the flying boat maneuvered the flying boat and galloped towards the Beimo Grottoes.

Lin Fei Zhenyuan was agitated, washed away the dirt, put on new clothes, and then looked out of the flying boat. The vast desert was like a golden ocean. The flying boat was galloping and the speed was as fast as the wind. The place that was originally filled with sand and dust storms appeared deep. The bottomless crack, the violent breath caused by the instability of the dragon bone world has not been completely dissipated, and the large and large fragments of the cracks crawling on the desert are shocking.

Flying across the area, less than two hours later, the flying boat came to a grotto with no end in sight. The violent pressure fell from the sky, the sky was low, the clouds were dense, and the dark atmosphere covered the whole grotto. In the region, the sorrowful wind screamed, even if you stood outside, you could feel the terrifying and fierce atmosphere in the grotto.