Saint Ancestor of All Demons

"Your Majesty, what should I do?" Liu Yan, the captain of this group of Da Luo warriors, looked at Xiang Qing.

Xiangqing's face was gloomy. Obviously, it was difficult for them to break into the thunder sea and get close to Tianpeng's lair.

"I think it's better to expose it and attract other people to come over and attack Huangpeng in the thunder sea together." Liu Yan suggested again.

"Tianpeng's nest is an extremely attractive piece of fat. Once it is exposed, all forces will come like flies and bees that smell the smell. Although they may enter the sea of ​​thunder, Tianpeng's nest may not necessarily belong to us. "Xiangqing said gloomily.

"Haha, brother Xiangqing, it seems that you have encountered quite a setback."

At this time, a chuckle came.

"who?"

Xiangqing shouted angrily.

I saw dragon shadows flying over in the turbid and chaotic void, and dozens of dragon shadows flew over, transforming into human bodies.

"Dragon Domain Dragon Palace, Dragon Shark!"

Xiangqing looked at the young man in gold clothes and said with an indifferent expression.

The person who came was none other than a member of the Dragon Palace, His Royal Highness, Long Hua.

"How did you find this place? You were following me."

Xiangqing asked with a sullen face.

Long Hua smiled faintly and said: "Brother Xiangqing is too worried. It's not enough to follow. Little did we know that the ancient Tianpeng caused chaos. In the end, it was our Dragon Palace who carried the banner and united all parties to defeat Tianpeng and save the people. This thing in my hand The blood of Ping Peng was left behind when Tian Peng was injured in ancient times. Brother Xiangqing has the means to find it here, and I naturally have it too."

Long Hua raised a bottle of golden blood in his hand. The blood contained amazing energy.

Xiangqing sneered and said: "The ancient Tianpeng loved the dragon-eating clan the most. If Tianpeng doesn't die, your dragon clan will be destroyed. You had to resist the big flag back then. What saved the common people? There is no need to say it so gracefully." grand."

Long Hua was not angry and said calmly: "Looking at Brother Xiangqing, compared to the many hardships you suffered in the Thunder Sea, you should also know that it is impossible to break into the Thunder Sea with your strength alone. It is not as good as you and me." Join forces and attack together."

Xiangqing said indifferently: "You have no idea what's going on inside. Even if you and I join forces, we can't get in. There are too many Huangpeng inside. The more people there are, the more Huangpeng will siege."

Long Hua frowned and said: "It seems that the race in this desert sea star world has formed some climate. From this point of view, this opportunity cannot be easily taken by the two of us."

Both of them suddenly fell silent. Now it seems that the only way to get in is by making this place public and attracting all entrants.

However, there are so many people and geniuses entering the world, and the opportunities in Tianpeng's lair may not be enough.

"Let's make it public. Any opportunity can only be realized after overcoming the immediate difficulties. If you can't fight in, everything is in vain. As long as you can fight in and get anything from Tianpeng's lair, it depends on your own methods."

Xiangqing gritted his teeth and said, even though he was unwilling to do so, this was the only way.

Long Hua was about to speak when suddenly, the whole space shook.

From an unknown place in the depths of the thunder sea, a dazzling beam of light shot up into the sky, accompanied by a shocking cry.

Then, in the dazzling golden light, a shadow of a large roc appeared, hovering between the sky and the earth, flying in the starry sky.

This scene can almost be seen by almost the entire Desolate Sea Star Realm.

The vision of Tianpeng appears again!

Before, it was this vision that revealed the location of Tianpeng's lair to the world.

Now, this vision has appeared again.

Looking at each other, Long Hua was shocked and looked at the golden light rising from the sky in the depths of the distant thunder sea.

"It seems that we don't need to tell others the location of Tianpeng's lair."

Xiangqing looked at the golden light and shadow covering the sky and said in shock.

In the desert sea, on a huge island.

The rumbling sound echoed across the ground.

A huge alien man with a body like a mountain hugged a beast from the fifth level of the Great Luo Golden Immortal and threw it to the ground.

The man then punched out, releasing terrifying power from his fist. The black fist light struck the body of the alien beast, directly blowing its head off.

The man had a pair of horns, dark golden eyes, divine light patterns surrounding his body, and wore robes that looked like animal skins.

His name is Manxin, a genius from the Huangtian Temple!

Daluo Jinxian first level, not long after breaking through, the wild god body has the blood of the wild god.

Manxin raised his head and looked at the huge roc shadow and golden light emerging in the distant void, with a touch of heat in his eyes.

Uh-huh! Uh-huh! Uh-huh...! Barbarian figures gathered one after another and appeared next to him. The auras of these people were terrifying.

"Son of God, it seems that the location of Tianpeng's lair is in that direction." A powerful barbarian of the fourth level of Daluo Golden Immortal said respectfully.

"Let's go! The secret treasure of Tianpeng can only belong to our Huangtian Temple, and it can only belong to me!"

Manxin said coldly, and then he stepped on his feet, and his whole body was shot in the direction of Lei Hai like a supersonic cannonball.

Other people from the Wild Sky Temple followed immediately, and the killed prey was also taken away.

"I Amitabha..."

"Monk, wouldn't it be better to just love me and stay here for the rest of your life? What kind of path do you pursue? What's the point of pursuing the ancient Buddha of Qingdeng?"

In the deserted sea, a handsome young monk wearing gray Zen clothes sat cross-legged on a rock.

The monk was handsome, with delicate features and a string of maroon beads hanging around his neck. He clasped his hands together and recited the Dharma silently.

Next to him, a charming woman was clinging to him, her fingers tracing all over his body.

The monk was like an ancient pine, with a calm expression, and said softly: "Donor, the monk practices Buddhism not to accompany the ancient Buddha of Qingdeng, but to realize the next life and know the true self in this life. The Buddha said that all appearances are false. "

"There are no things that force people to do something, only people who find it difficult to let go of things. There is no sign that cannot be seen clearly, there is only a heart that refuses to see the sign clearly. No matter whether you are willing to see clearly or not, and whether you are willing to let go, when it is time to leave Whenever you feel like it, you will let it go. Cultivation means letting your mind understand and know this truth in advance."

The woman sneered and said: "The Buddha said to save people, but you don't save me. If you don't follow me, I will continue to kill people and eat people here. Is this the good destiny you cultivate?"

The young monk recited the Buddha's name again and said, "The donor's image is too profound. Can you listen to my sermon?"

"What happens after the explanation?"

"If the donor cannot understand clearly after listening to my sermon with your mind relaxed, then I will give up this body to save the donor."

"Okay, tell me."

The woman giggled and looked at the monk she had captured.

The monk took out a simple wooden fish and tapped it lightly. The sound of the wooden fish suddenly sounded like a slap in the head.

The woman's state of mind was suddenly shocked, and then she saw the young monk reciting a sutra: "Avalokitesvara Bodhisattva, after walking in the deep Prajnaparamita for a long time, he saw that the five aggregates are empty, and he survived all the hardships.

For relics, color is not different from emptiness, and emptiness is not different from color; color is emptiness, and emptiness is color. Want to know that line, same is the case……"

The sound of wooden fish being knocked along with the sound of scriptures entered her ears, and the woman's eyes gradually became confused. The sound of the scriptures gradually turned into golden Buddha patterns and poured into the woman's mind.

The confusion in the woman's eyes gradually became clear and firm.

After a Buddhist sutra, the woman stood up, clasped her hands together, and bowed respectfully to the young monk.

"Would you like to convert?"

"Sir, I do!"