Red Heart Survey

   Chapter 734

  In the wind, the yellow-faced old monk flew all the way.

  In order to avoid unnecessary troubles, he took the Southern Region on this trip, traveling up the long river line, bypassing the place where the Yellow River Meeting has been held, the extremely magnificent Guanhetai, and heading towards Yunguo.

  Walking to a certain place, the small clock on his waist trembles suddenly.

  "The Hanging Temple does special things, please make it easy for the good masters of all parties!"

  The sound of Buddha is magnificent, and the sound trembles far away.

  But the wind stopped suddenly.

  No, it was not the wind that stopped, but the whole space.

  A narrow world, like a prisoner's cage. Everything that I know, see, feel, falls into a static state.

  Someone refused to sell the face of Xuankong Temple and forcibly blocked the way!

   Suddenly feel the momentum of flying quickly, people are in the high dome, with the big fearless seal in their hands, they are quite solemn, and they are a bit of a high monk who walks in the special sacred places of Buddhism.

   But when he saw him shouting loudly: "It's just for crossing the border, and there is no intention to disturb each other. If there is a hindrance, I can go around! I don't know where the expert is blocking the way, please make it easier!"

   His words were mellow and polite, gentle and solemn.

  However, the high dome is silent.

  "The stinky straw sandals of a tortoise, a son of a bitch!" Seeing no one pays any attention, I suddenly jumped up and yelled: "What kind of hidden heads and tails, dare to stop your Buddha's way! Is it really impossible to die?"

  He is an activist, and he always has to follow up after scolding. Do it in one go, never procrastinate.

  The cursing has stopped, the big fearless handprint has been pushed out, and it is majestic at first sight!

  The courage to surmount the outside world, and to suppress the differences between demons. The Fearless Handprint smashed away from the static wind, slammed into the imprisoned space, followed the impenetrable connection, and slammed into the real enemy.

  Find the truth in fantasy!

  However, above the boundless high dome, a large half-empty and half-real hand appeared. It appeared silently and greeted each other silently, so understatement, and so just right.

   just caught the handprint.

  A vague voice sounded at this time: "Great monk, turn your head back!"

   Then there was a huge echo——

   "Looking back is the shore, turning back is the shore..."

  Heaven and earth, in all directions, echoes like this came from every direction. The sound echoes more than ever, this is a very clever sound killing method, which aims at the word "expulsion".

  But it has a lot of methods combined, and it doesn't exactly belong to which school or school, so people can't see the foundation at all.

  The small bell hanging around Kujue’s waist, I heard the bell of the famous name, but it was suppressed for a while and stopped trembling.

"It's you!"

  The yellow-faced old monk suddenly rounded his eyes.

  This old monk, who has always been accompanied by exhaustion, seems to have finally moved his true character.

  The dry, wrinkled old face was filled with anger.

  He seemed to recognize the person who came. With his palms together, his majestic aura was as powerful as a heavenly dragon, powerful and powerful, and shocked in all directions.

   "Om! Ah! Mi! Annoy! Hum! Gah! Exactly! Luo!"

  Cite all the eight-character mantras of the Buddha's Heart and Fearlessness!

  Every word has the power of King Kong and the fire of Buddha's anger. The words are recited, and the world is shaken instantly.

   Although Kujue has no big reputation in the transcendental world, it is not at all like the kind of thunderous ears he and Jiang Wang bragged about. Even in the Buddhist site of the Xuankong Temple, few believers have heard of him.

  But he is indeed one of the strongest monks in the bitter generation of Xuankong Temple.

  Otherwise, you can’t scold the first seat of the Jianglongyuan and the first seat of the Guanshiyuan every day, and smile with the abbot.

  At this moment, he shot under the anger, majestic and prestigious.

  Real people speak truth, suppress foreign demons, and punish evil.

  The shackles of the entire space are instantly broken, and the wind roars again.

  Everything is back to normal, and I feel hard to see the truth.

  Because the eight-character curse that gave the Sauvignon Blanc sword weapon has disappeared, the disciples who have high hopes are in deep danger. He didn't want to entangle too much, even if he was full of resentment. After the mantra broke the law, he wanted to leave this place.

  But a ray of sky wind was attracted, blowing from a place of nothingness, fluttering, smoky, and coming to the world.

  Heavenly wind, God’s will.

  Unpredictable, untouchable, in the land of nothingness, there is unpredictable power.

  But it is grabbed by others!

  How powerful is this opponent?

  A wisp of sky wind, circle around and immediately surround the painful feeling on the spot!

  No escape, no escape.

   Only when the sky winds around the body, there is no harm in it, but it will inevitably be impossible to escape in a short period of time.

  The ethereal voice continued: "Waiting for the lost, hopes to turn back."

  The words are like printing, flowing around the sky.

   Kujue clenched his fists, gritted his teeth and said: "When Jing Goose died, he came to stop..."

  His eyes were red, and he hit the sky with a punch!

  The golden light of the body guard was shattered, and the flesh and blood disintegrated, revealing the thick finger bones.

  The wind still circulates, as if God’s will, unpredictable and unchangeable.

   Above the high dome, only the old monk’s furious voice screamed: "Who are you anyway!?"

  ……

  ……

  All people have their own hearts and minds, and are fortunate enough to suffer. They are all human beings.

  In the long-abandoned ancient magic cave at the bottom of the Qingjiang River in eight hundred miles, fierce struggle continues.

   "It should have ended long ago."

  Bone skeletons and blood puppet real monsters fought crazy battles between square inches.

  Fisting, elbow, and elbow, at first glance, it looks like a vulgar warrior, but every move is a regular collision.

  In such a fierce battle, His voice is still indifferent, as if forever on the throne of the gods, indifferently overlooking all living beings.

   "It's impossible for anyone... to escape the mortal catastrophe." He said.

  He concludes this way.

  This is not just an emphasis, but a repetition of rules.

  The power of Innocent Tribulation is strengthening, and the rounds that have lasted for hundreds of years are ending.

  Later Wang Changji, of course, was also an excellent choice for containers, but Zhuang Chengqian was the real **** he chose in the first place.

  The time he came to the world hundreds of years ago was the time when he prepared the most perfect and peak state, and was the glorious moment when he had high hopes.

  The time when Zhuang Chengqian feigned death and escaped, the day of lifeless catastrophe was postponed to this day.

  The current round is a continuation of the old and a new beginning.

  This part of the power he descended was not enough to suppress opponents like the blood puppet True Demon, but Zhuang Chengqian couldn’t escape without a catastrophe.

  Zhuang Chengqian is waiting for the blood puppet real demon to take shape. Isn’t he?

  When he once again invaded Zhuang Chengqian's everything and completed his birth, this blood puppet true demon refined by Zhuang Chengqian was the guardian of his kingdom of white bones.

  Zhuang Chengqian always wants to take full advantage, he is a god, and he must also take full advantage!

"of course."

   Regarding the words of the Bone Venerable God,'Zhuang Chengqian' expressionlessly: "Otherwise, why did I die?"

  The body he controlled at that time was falling towards the chessboard where the immortality was manifested, and it was falling towards the eyes of the robbery.

   seems to be heading towards the end irretrievably, facing the death.

  But his voice is so plain!

  He has the calmness to stand with the gods, and the confidence to play against the gods!

  In the entire underwater magic cave, the active consciousness is not limited to these two.

  First Inner Fuzhong. Jiang Wang sat cross-legged, his five hearts turned towards the sky.

  He completely ignored the battle between Bone Venerable God and Zhuang Chengqian. Also unable to intervene anymore.

  Whether the final victor is the Bone God or Zhuang Chengqian, he is the first existence to be eliminated. Because of his body, he has been selected.

  Whether it was selected by Zhuang Chengqian as Jiang Wang's body, or as Zhuang Chengqian's new body by Bone Zun, there was no difference.

  He is like an ant, he can only wait for the result of the fight between the two giants, and the only difference he can expect is which giant will be trampled to death.

  What kind of courage and strength is needed to face such a desperate situation?

  No matter how you look at it, he has nothing to do, no chance.

  There is no way out of mountains and rivers, and the boat is not straight to the bridge!

  But he did not give up.

  I didn't give up a single bit.

  He even seized the last time and was still practicing.

  The physical body is occupied, and he cultivates the soul.

  There is no way to seek from the outside, so seek from the inside to make yourself as strong as possible.

  At any moment, in any situation, he always wants to do something.

  The ant cannot change the ending of being trampled to death by the giant, but maybe, you can try to bite the giant and try to get as much pain as possible.

  Despite the pain, it may be insignificant or even undetectable.

  But this is a strong struggle for unyielding life.

  Life is endless, and struggle is endless.

   "I really admire you. Your talent, character, and will are more precious than your spiritual talent."

  Zhuang Chengqian appeared at this time, outside the first inner palace: "If you are my heir, I will definitely leave all my career to you."

  There are some regrets in his words. Putting aside everything, Jiang Wang is after all the boy of Zhuang Guo. If he did not succeed in the past, but was able to continue his grand career, then today, he may not be able to properly train this young man, and he may not be unable to look forward to his future.

  Looking at the country you created, Tianjiao is shining, is it not a kind of honor?

"My father is just an ordinary medicinal material merchant. He cannot carry it with his hands or shoulders. He was not extraordinary and died of disease. But I know..." Jiang Wang opened his eyes: "He would never look at me to death! "

The meaning of    does not need to be hidden at all-

  Be my father, how do you fit?

   "Those you believe in, but they have not been tested."

  Zhuang Chengqian didn't get angry, he just said a little, then lightly clenched his fist, and the cyan handprint of the inner palace of Zhenfeng disappeared. And he stepped into the inner palace!

  Almost at the same time, Jiang Wang jumped up and smashed with sword!

  Although the strength is different from the world, they still have to fight to the death.

  Zhuang Chengqian slapped the sword with a slap, and slapped again, he already pinched the neck of Jiang Wang's soul.

  At this moment, he didn't have to cover up halfway, just crush it.

   Lifted Jiang Wang's spirit in his big hand, just like catching a weak chicken, leaping out of the inner palace.

   "I was in Tongtian Palace before."

   "You ask me... why are you, right?"

  Zhuang Chengqian's spirit, pinching Jiang Wang's spirit, jumped out of this body.

  The body is still falling.

  And Zhuang Chengqian's soul leaped in front of his body, and suddenly accelerated, and he pressed Jiang Wang's soul to the only dark Jieye on the inanimate chessboard.

   "This is the answer!"

  　3k strong, terrifying.

  (End of this chapter)