Dragon-Marked War God

In the void, the thunder and the thunder of the roads, the surrounding heavens and the earth, the Buddhas have become turbulent, and the wind and sand swept through them. The illusion of the Great Leiyin Temple is at this moment, and it has become turbulent.

Three years, quietly, three years, Lingshan quiet.

Above the sky, the magic is soaring, the sand is flying, the clouds are everywhere, the thunder and lightning are screaming, and the sky is shining.

"How can this be? This is above the void, it will not be something to happen?"

Someone murmured, in the eyes, it was full of horror.

"It is difficult to say that this big Leiyin Temple environment is to be destroyed? We are afraid that we can't stay here for too long."

Everyone's heart is filled with anxiety, but their tasks have never been completed. Otherwise, who is willing to stay in this crisis?

"I want to say that in the illusion of the Great Leiyin Temple, I am afraid that there will be big things happening, and the sky will change dramatically. This is a great omen."

"It is hard to say that Yanling Mountain is at the foot of Buddhism. Even if the Buddha world is destroyed, the entire West Pole of China is still dominated by Buddhism. In the illusion of the Great Leiyin Temple, there is such a strange haze. It shouldn’t be.”

In the illusion of the entire Leiyin Temple, countless people are looking up at the sky. How can this not be shocking?

There is no magic in the sky, no one knows, under the strange sky, what kind of things have come into being.

The sorrow of the magic, gathered into a column, the clouds are numerous, and the chaos is repeated.

A long-haired man with a black lotus flower, dressed in black, holding a thunder in one hand and a black lotus in the other.

"How many years have passed, how many years have passed, I finally, come back..."

The long-haired man said faintly, his eyes were endless vicissitudes and indifference, and his appearance was like conforming to God's will.

Through a layer of black clouds, long-haired men look like torches, black light surging, direct at the foot of Yanling Mountain.

In the illusion of the entire Leiyin Temple, all the ancient temples are slowly turned into fly ash at this moment, and it is not known that they are blown away by the sand, or the years are eroding.

"How long do you have to wake up?"

Qing Xuan looked at the ancient temple, facing his own monk monk, muttered, in addition to worry in his heart, nothing. The monk monk has not had any slight change in the past few years, ignited the blue light of the ancient Buddha, and printed the pharmacist Lingquan of the pharmacist Liuli Buddha. Now there is no way for Qingxuan, she can only wait silently. I hope that the monk monk can wake up as soon as possible.

Since this time, her whole heart has all plunged into the body of the tyrant's monk. She has died several times, and she has no regrets. She only hopes that the tyrants will wake up as soon as possible.

She doesn't care if he is a reincarnated living Buddha or a chaotic demon. As long as he lives well, he is better than anything else. Those guys, trying their best to kill the monks and monks, won the monument of the gods in his hands, every time, they are all in the dead, if there is no Jiang Chen, maybe they have already died several times. However, now, the emergence of Jiang Chen gives the tyrants a greater confidence and hope.

But is Jiang Chen really alive? She is not aware that if Jiang Chen is dead, perhaps the monk monk will really fall into madness.

In a broken old temple, a man wearing a robes, his palms slowly squirming, playing one Buddha after another, with a peaceful color beside him, surrounded by thunderstorms, moments and moments, far away The situation has come together, but for him, there is no slight influence.

The people in the ancient temple are the monks of the tyrants. He sits firmly on the futon. The ancient temple in front of him is also the last shelter. Because all the temples are all gone, but the tyrants are still This temple is still there.

"One flower, one world, one leaf, one spring, spring comes from the green, autumn leaves to zero, infinitely free, the language is silent and natural."

The monk monk whispered and said, slowly opening his eyes. At that moment, the ancient temple around him was finally turned into a flying sand and disappeared around the monk monk. The ancient temple was made for him, for him. Destroyed.

At the moment when the monk's monk looked up, he seemed to see a lot of familiar figures from the void, and he was very familiar with his beliefs.

The monk monk's eyes are slightly moving, faintly said:

"Without me, Wukong, no freedom, when I am a god, no heart, no success, no Buddha, when the age is years, infinite years, no cover, no turmoil, no life and death. , then peace."

Above the magical clouds, the black lotus rotates, the days roll, and the long-haired man laughs three times, full of pride.

"Ha ha ha, good one is coming, then it is safe, the flowers are flowing from the water, I am not a magic!"

"Everything is too much, the fate will be exhausted, everything will be fixed, and there will be robbery. Why are you sticking to one heart?"

The monk monk said faintly.

"Then I will ask you to smash the corpse, and you will want to reincarnate. What are you not doing?"

The long-haired man crossed the sky and opposed the monk, the four eyes.

"The Buddha said: I don't go to hell, who goes to hell, I don't have a reincarnation, who is in the palm of the hand."

The monk monk said.

"Ha ha ha, good! I am afraid that you do not have this qualification, take the lead in reincarnation!"

The long-haired man smiles proudly in the sky, his eyes are indifferent, he can't see anyone, but he can see himself in the void.

The monk monk looked up and looked at him, shook his head helplessly, with a sigh of color.

"Amitabha, greedy, angry, sorrowful, sad, sorrowful, sorrowful, whoever can make a Buddha?"

The monk monk whispered, but at this moment, the endless magic above the void, smashing the sky, turned into a huge black dragon, dragons bursting, longan like fire, dragon claws, thousands of The mad dragon that has been condensed by the magical temper is crushed down, the void is broken, the sky is falling, and the entire Leiyin Temple illusion seems to be crumbling at this moment.

"Monk! Go!"

Qing Xuanmu smashed and slammed, but it was smashed by the endless black dragon, and between the heavens and the earth, everything floated, and the dragon leaped and smashed the sky.

The tyrant's monk sits firmly on the ground, his eyes closed, and his mouth muttered.

"The one who gave birth to me, the one who raised me in the earth, is the avenue; the one who is the singer of the earth, the one who understands the heart, is the Buddha's heart. The spirit of Lingshan is turned into the apocalypse, the pilgrimage of the Puji, and the white lotus birth."

The monk monk whispered, no joy or no sorrow. At that moment, the land of Lingshan at his feet was spread all over the golden light. His head, colorful glass, and nine-color golden lotus were released, and the light was dazzling.

"Lingshan Tianqi, Jiu Lian gathers top, you are still coming back."

The long-haired man said indifferently, with a trace of anger in his eyes, tens of millions of black dragons, under the faint glow of colorful glaze, was instantly dispersed, and the sky above the illusion of the Great Leiyin Temple was restored again. And bright!