Journey to the West: Writing Ten Thousand Worlds

Western Bliss, Mount Meru.

The Burning Lamp Ancient Buddha was telling the two saints the ins and outs of the matter, but these saints had already known.

“Tianfa killing, many things are blurred, can only calculate an approximate!”

Jun Ti stood above the void, the Buddha around him was shining, and behind him was a vision of heaven.

It was an ancient Bodhi tree, with nine branches, stretched out for nine days, surrounded by chaotic qi.

Each leaf of the Bodhi tree holds a star, the branches pierce into the nine heavens, condensing the yellow, and the avenue is like a waterfall, falling from the sky.

“This matter is not so simple, Confucianism wants to compete with us for luck, and the one who intercepted the sect also gave the Immortal Sword, it seems that he wants to fight with us again, and even the emperor of the world is interspersed with it!”

Continuing to say this, he stepped on the nine-pin lotus platform, and behind him there was a golden relic floating and floating, blooming with thousands of rays of light, thousands of colors, and colorful colors, as if he was the supreme master, looking down on all living beings.

“Those people in the Heavenly Court, although they didn’t say anything, I’m afraid they don’t want me to be happy in their hearts!” Quasi-Ti said.

“It doesn’t matter, the great prosperity of the Buddha Dao is the general trend, moreover, the battle of the gods, those two owe us great cause and effect, there is no need to worry about the Heavenly Court, the one who intercepted the sect also has them to stop them!” Lead-in.

“That man is an outlier, all variables are caused by him, and they must be removed!” Quasi-Ti said.

“It’s not so easy, his current luck is connected with Confucianism, and he has continued a trace of Qiqi, many people will not watch him have an accident, forcibly attack, I am afraid it is inappropriate!” Lead-in.

“Then what if he is plotting against me?” Quasi asked.

“Let your good corpse go and meet him for a while!” Lead-in.

“So be it!” Jun Ti agreed.

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Chang’an, Baihualou.

Jiang Hao removed his robe, removed his Zen staff, bathed and changed clothes to wash away the exhaustion of his body, and changed back to the elegant and handsome teenager again.

In the private room, at this moment, it is the singing and dancing, dozens of slender and good-looking women are dancing, and the dancing posture is beautiful and pleasing to the eye.

“Gongzi, please have a drink!”

A handsome-looking Qingqian toasted Jiang Hao with a glass of wine, and Jiang Hao took it and drank it, the wine was sad, but it was an indescribable taste.

The battle of the Land and Water Festival is the first time Jiang Hao has fought against this world god, this time the war is really difficult, he has exhausted all his means, even the poetry of the world has been sacrificed, and he can still only be severely damaged and cannot kill Guanyin.

In the end, relying on the power of the Heavenly Tribulation, the merit and mana of Guanyin’s body were consumed, and the “Eight Nine Xuangong” broke through to the realm of four turns before it was crushed.

As for the Burning Lantern Ancient Buddha, Da Ri Rulai, and Duobao Rulai that appeared later, if the Confucians refused to make a move, then Jiang Hao would only have to fight to the death to write “Covering the Sky”, “Perfect World” and even “Journey to the West”.

It’s just that what the consequences will be, Jiang Hao himself does not know, but referring to “Buddha is the Tao”, the end will definitely not be very good.

In fact, this is equivalent to Jiang Hao holding a nuclear bomb in his hand, and if he detonates it, he will inevitably die, unless he has the power to resist a nuclear explosion, or can throw it out.

Otherwise, it’s better not to mess around, it’s all about it, it’s the most annoying.

“Xiu’er, quickly let Gongzi ***, see if you *** have grown up!”

Jiang Hao pulled the woman on the left side of him into his arms, which was usually a Qingqian named Xiu’er sitting.

Because she speaks softly and cutely, but sometimes breaks out some amazing yellow jokes, stunning everyone, so she is called Xiu’er by Jiang Hao.

Beauty into the arms, Jiang Hao *********, not only is there no **********, but also ********.

“Is it so showy?”

Jiang Hao was shocked, looked down, it turned out not Xiu’er, but a petite little loli, no wonder that *** became smaller.

This loli, the water spirit spirit, is like a delicate porcelain doll, dressed in a white snow coat, black and smooth hair, big eyes, full of aura, very beautiful and cute.

At this moment, this exquisite porcelain doll was attacked by Jiang Hao, and those big eyes have constantly flashed with crystals.

“Let go of the princess!”

With a loud drink, the woman who had been supporting Loli shot towards Jiang Hao, and slapped a palm with the sound of tiger roar and thunder, obviously a master.

Jiang Hao did not move, his body automatically flowed qi and blood, exuding a hazy brilliance, and his body also glowed with a layer of treasure light.

The woman slapped a palm on Jiang Hao’s back, and suddenly felt a rolling blood qi spread out of the face, and then she was ejected, slammed into the wall, spit out a mouthful of blood, and fell into a coma.

“Oh my God!”

Everything that happened suddenly frightened the crowd, these women were all extraordinary, who had ever seen such a scene, and screamed in fright.

On the wall of Ya, Chang’e fairy heard the call, and a beautiful face was extremely red, as if she remembered some bad picture.

“Den disciple prodigal son! Splash the skin scoundrel! Womanizer!” Chang’e cursed angrily, and then picked up the “Ten Thousand Worlds Daily” again, looked at the immortals, and unconsciously she was stupid again.