The Strong, The Few, True Cultivators on Campus

The bitter sea is annihilated, the mountains are shaken, and the vast ghosts are shaking, and the earthquake is the same. (8) (1) ΔΔ文网WwんW. 『81.Zw. COM

The ghost world is not like the human world. From the beginning of its birth, it has never had an earthquake.

The ghosts and all sentient beings were shocked, and the incredible look of the earth under the feet cracked open, and even huge cracks appeared.

The waters of the Styx River have caused huge waves, and the bridge has been flooded in an instant. The river has flooded the embankment and it has spread in abundance.

The ghosts of the ghosts are not afraid of their lives, and they are running wildly.

Although the Styx River is dangerous, it has never been a flood, and no one knows why the Styx is suddenly angry.

The turmoil in the ghost world has made everyone feel guilty. Even those who have preached the Dharma for the Tibetans in the land have to stop and flee.

In the capital of the capital, the golden light in the eyes of the king of the Tibetans, like two arrows, spurred out, incredulously exclaimed: "How is it possible?"

Hey!

He vacated and floated in midair, his eyes shining like a torch, and he swept through every inch of the city.

The cracks in the strip were like ugly scars, all over the city.

"How is this possible? Impossible!" His lips trembled and kept talking to himself, and it was difficult to keep the previous calm.

Li Xiaotian has been with the King of Tibet, and naturally this scene has been abnormal. Immediately, she also flew up.

Her cultivation of the Tibetan scriptures has been slightly small, and it is also possible to fly in the air.

Although she does not agree with some of the views of the Tibetan king, it does not prevent her from enlightening the Tibetan Buddhist scriptures. The Tibetan Buddhist scriptures have many mysterious places, which is enough to benefit her.

Seeing that the Tibetan king was shocked and stunned, Li Xiaotian was deeply shocked.

During this time, she already had a certain understanding of the Tibetan king. He seemed to have only one kind of emotion. In the face of anything, he was humiliated and solemn.

However, now this scene completely makes her understand that the Tibetan king is not much different from other people. There are still various emotions, but she is covered up by her.

"What's going on here?"

She asked curiously.

Other ghost masters who vacated the sky also looked at the Tibetan king with eagerness, waiting for his answer.

The Tibetan king seems to turn a deaf ear to the ground, looking at the riddled ground, without saying a word.

suddenly--

A sigh of black gas came out of the crack.

Then, the inexhaustible black air floated from every crack. In an instant, the capital city was covered with black air, and gradually formed a black mist, blocking the line of sight.

Li Xiaotian wrinkled a delicate nose and felt a strange smell from these black mists.

"There seems to be something in this black fog, but I can't see it, I can't catch it." Li Xiaotian said thoughtfully.

Others also have the same feeling and nod.

But the Tibetan king did not say anything, and no one could speculate on the specific situation.

The black mist shrouded the entire ghost world, and gathered from the city in all directions. Although the ghosts were vast, the concentration of these black fogs was almost electric and flint, which was unpredictable.

Suidu City stands on the bank of the Styx River and is surrounded by the Styx River. It is difficult for people in the ghost world to fly over the Swan River.

However, in front of the black fog, the Styx became a thin piece of paper, and it was broken.

In the eyes of the public, the black fog swayed across the river and surrounded the capital city.

Covering the sky and obscuring the sun, the capital of the capital is dark, and all the people are frightened and frightened.

The black fog has drowned them, and they are in the dark fog. Many people are frightened and seem to be afraid of black fog hurting them.

However, the black fog only passed by them and did not harm them.

"what--"

Suddenly, an exclamation sounded in the crowd, like a clear sky, attracting everyone's attention.

"Look where the black fog flew!"

This exclamation came out of the mouth of Li Xiaotian, and she was so meticulous that she had this extraordinary scene.

Others heard the words and stared at them. It turned out to be an incredible scene.

The black mist actually flew to the king of the earth in the sky. How could the black fog at the bottom of the earth fly to him?

Everyone has been screwed up by this scene.

Li Xiaotian slightly narrowed his eyes and stared at the black fog, and he was among them, as if he were the king of the storm center.

The king of the Tibetan kings was iron-blue, the only seriousness in the past.

In the capital of the capital, all the creatures have been refined and become the most devout believers of the Tibetan king. Looking at this scene, they are worried about the Tibetan king.

"Be careful!"

Someone was shocked and screamed, and when they slammed, they flew to the Tibetan king. They were not close to the Tibetan king. The black mist was drilled in from his nose and mouth. He suddenly slammed and stopped in the air.

After a while, the black mist was drilled out of the nose and mouth, and the man was fierce and screaming.

This voice is full of anger.

In addition, this sound seems to have magical power, and it can also spur the anger of other people, making the smell discolored.

Li Xiaotian’s heart was out of anger, his eyes were red, his teeth were gnashing, and he seemed to have seen the killing of his father.

But she immediately returned to God and recovered her mind, but her face changed and she looked at the man incredibly.

Why does his voice have this magic.

She has not yet figured out the cause and effect, and the bang, this person exploded in the air, turned into a little bit of yin, drifting with the wind.

This scene shocked Li Xiaotian and other ghosts.

They looked at each other, not only Li Xiaotian, but other people were also affected by the roar of Fang.

"This black fog is dangerous."

They immediately realized this and they stepped back.

Fortunately, these black fogs are gathering with the Tibetan kings, but they are passing by them. It seems that as long as they do not target the black fog, the black fog will not embarrass them.

"It seems that once you get close to the Tibetan king, the black fog will attack. What kind of ghost is this black fog? There is such a great power." Li Xiaotian made a fuss in his heart.

"Is it a ghost that resists the power?" She moved in her heart and thought about it, and had to deny it.

The resistance forces did not have such a large capacity at all. Just now the mountain shook the ground, and the scene of the earthquake affected the entire ghost world. The resistance forces absolutely did not have this ability.

"Who would it be?"

Li Xiaotian couldn't understand it. Only when he looked at the king of the earth, he was almost hidden in the dark fog, very vague and could not see clearly.

Seeing the danger of dark fog, after others retreat, they can look at the king of the earth in the black mist, and they are showing the color of decency, and they will not retreat. Several people flew up and shouted loudly to the earth. Wang, trying to help him.

The Tibetan king did not seem to see it all. The black fog seemed to block his sight, blinded his mind, and did not care about those who died.

These people were indeed sent to death, the black fog was the same, and they sneaked into their mouth and nose again, and they were in the air.

Along with a loud noise, these people have followed suit and exploded, turning into a yin.

The sound of the explosion shocked the heart of Li Xiaotian. She was sinking into the water and worried: "The king of the Tibetans still does not act, can't he stop this black fog? The ghost world can be dangerous."

"Roar--"

Suddenly, a deafening snoring came from the black fog, like a strong shock wave, shaking the black fog and tearing a gap.

Hey!

Jinguang shot from the cracks, shining brightly, shrouded the capital city.

Everyone ecstatically exclaimed: "The king of the land."

This is indeed the magical power of the Tibetan king, and the familiar golden light contains a powerful Buddha power.

Undoubtedly, the Dizang King is urging the Tibetan Buddhist scriptures and using Buddhism to resist this strange black mist.

Li Xiaotian looked at this scene intently, and really wanted to pull the Tibetan king to ask for a clear picture of what the dark fog was.

However, the King of Dizang now does not have the leisure to answer her.

From that crack, people not only saw the golden light, but also saw the figure of the king of the earth hidden in the core of the black fog.

He had sat down on his knees, and a golden lotus stand appeared under him, slowly spinning.

The king of the earth was sitting on the lotus platform, and it also rotated with it. The serious cheeks flashed in front of him, and in a short while, it flashed again and again.

Li Xiaotian saw the difference between the Tibetan king and the weekdays. On weekdays, he strategized and confident.

But at this moment, his eyebrows hung deep fears.

He has no determination to win.

"Can he resist the attack of black fog?" Li Xiaotian’s heart raised a question. The black fog is different from other attacks. It is pervasive and powerful. Is the Tibetan king his opponent?

In the end, no one knows the result.

Li Xiaotian looked at this scene and indulged for a while. He felt that the Tibetan king was not optimistic. If the Tibetan king was captured, would it be a blessing to the ghost world?

However, other people did not have this worry at all. After seeing the figure of the Tibetan king, their gaze and full attention were completely attracted by the Tibetan king.

In their hearts, the king of the land is invincible and invincible, so there is no concern about the victory and defeat of the king.

These people seem to have been infected by the Tibetan king. They also sat down on their knees and folded their hands together to read the Tibetan scriptures.

The Tibetan king did not cherish the self, and she passed on the mass part of the Tibetan scriptures to the ghosts.

However, when it comes to the core power of the Tibetan scriptures, the Tibetan scriptures are deliberately omitted.

But tens of thousands of people have meditated and sang the Tibetan scriptures, and a trace of golden light flew out of their mouths and interwoven into a Sanskrit in midair.

Although they can't speak Sanskrit on their own, they can work together perfectly.

Golden Sanskrit flew to the Tibetan king, confronting the black fog, and the black fog seemed to want to block this Sanskrit.

Mutual enemies, the confrontation between the two sides is very intense, part of Sanskrit is exhausted, and some black fog has disappeared.

Both sides have losses.

Some of the golden Sanskrit still got in through the cracks, came to the king of the Tibetans, and then blended into his golden flash of endless shackles.

On time, endless glory.