Chapter 106 105. Get rid of all the evil spirits
It's raining.
Within a few breaths, the sky and the earth were inseparable, and all he could see was the dim rain curtain and the bright and dazzling burning trees.
The emperor's body stiffened as he bowed down, but he did not see the Master coming.
All you can hear is the laughter of the spirit in the wild rainstorm.
Some kind of force pressed on them, knocking the two emperors from high altitude to the ground. Because of the heavy rain, the land was full of mud. The emperor knelt down in the mud, his usually aloof face pressed against the mud.
The mountains seemed to wake up under the heavy rain, and the rain that blurred everything in the world sealed the crack. The supreme will in the crack could not smoothly reach the three-inch statue. The bodies of the two emperors kneeling in the muddy ground were no longer stiff and were trembling.
The sky and the earth are dim, but the trees are always burning.
The golden flame burning in the tree lit up the entrenched dragon-shaped figure. He relaxed, clasped his scales, enjoying the heavy rain, and played a beat that symbolized death.
Dozens of arms reaching to the sky hold up the ancient tree. The tree is burning, and a dragon-shaped creature is entrenched, holding its head high. The human figure standing on the boat under the rain curtain and the crack looked at each other. Both were silent, only the roar of the gathering storm.
This scene is like an oil painting.
The ancient demons were lying on the ground, their heads hitting the ground heavily.
They originally watched the fight between the dragon and the Rakshasa with the intention of profiting from it, but this was not a fight, but a one-sided massacre! When they realized that they could no longer let the dragons go, the pale and ferocious tiger killed them with the emperor's sword. The most powerful and supreme energy in the human world was a highly poisonous thing that would kill them if touched.
Even an ancient demon would not feel comfortable carrying this kind of aura.
The pale and fierce tiger kept suppressing them until the evil tree was uprooted, and under the golden flames, the return of Taihang Zhengshen was announced!
The breath of the mountains stretches out, like waking up from a dream.
The demons' backbones were broken by some incredible force, their heads lowered, and they knelt down before the man on the tree. The same goes for the fierce tiger holding the sword. She stood on a hilltop and bowed to the red dragon with its head raised and its arrows straightened.
Under the rain curtain, the figure on the boat finally spoke.
His tone was very calm, as if he was not here to fight but to see an old friend.
"Jade Hairpin Shunde."
"It's been thousands of years since I've seen this jade hand. How is she doing?" The figure didn't seem to wonder why the living beings had the magical powers of the ancestors of Kyushu. He just asked a simple question, as if he was asking you naturally. Did you have a good dinner?
"Not much." Chijiao replied.
"The Dharmakaya is shattered, and the true bone statue is missing."
Their conversation was unconcealed and could be clearly heard by all the creatures nearby.
There are beings who have only a little understanding of what they are talking about. But some creatures were so frightened that their breathing almost stagnated, and their blood had no warmth at all.
The demons and the two emperors. After these words, his brain shut down for a moment, and countless random thoughts were chaotic and wantonly in his mind.
What does it mean to have a shattered Dharma body, and there is still one missing true bone statue?
Jade hairpin Shunde, the unshakable one among the ancestors. Only the same batch of monsters in the same realm can rival it, and that is the ancestor of the Nine Images! Listening to Jiaolong's tone, it was as if he had forced Master Yuchai Shunde into this situation. But when he was in Kyushu, Yuchai Shunde could even compete with a saint. How could he be shattered by a red dragon in the Yang God realm?
"It's so impulsive." The figure standing in the boat shook his head.
"But Yuchai Shunde wants to kill you now that her dharma body has been shattered. Naturally, she has her reasons, and it proves that you have this value. You are still looking at me based on the hard work I planted. Aren't you afraid that I will do it to you again? ?" The figure chuckled.
"Maybe I can be more cautious than her and ensure that you have no way of surviving under the Dharmakaya."
"Do you dare to bet?" The dragon entrenched in the ancient tree asked.
"Bet I die, or you will be crushed to death by Taihang first."
If a creature of the True First Realm wants to cross the boundary at this time, losing the Dharma Body is already the lowest price. Just like the jade hairpin on the Yellow River, Shunde just hit the Dharmakaya with one blow, and the Dharma body collapsed. It can only be recast without the possibility of repair. But this is the Taihang Mountains, his hometown. If a creature in the True Realm wants to cross the boundary here, it may be wiped out by the rules of this world before it has time to strike.
"It's quite interesting." The figure said, "But you can't confine this consciousness for long. After all, it's just a few rays of soul that descended to the bone statue."
"The worship of bone statues has been in this world for some time, which is enough to reveal part of my method."
"The loss of a bone statue and a few strands of soul is not unacceptable to me in exchange for your death. Don't you think that the broken bone statue of Shinichi can be compared with a complete ancestor?"
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After the figure finished speaking, the heavy rain fell.
The heavy rain covered up the cracks, and boats and illusory rivers were no longer visible in the sky.
Across the barrier of the present world, the figure lay back in the boat. The flow of the river had long stopped. He was waiting for the day when his confinement would end, that is when he would arrive. Suddenly, he remembered that he seemed to have forgotten something, and thought for a moment, oh, he must have forgotten those trembling disciples.
That's all, the disciples who can't handle this matter should be sacrificed.
Let the Jiaolong Da Da Da Ya Festival not be the care and encouragement he gave to the younger generation as a senior.
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The figures disappeared, and the two emperors and the creeping monsters in the mountains trembled.
No matter what happens next, there is only death for them now.
No matter what means were used, being able to compete with Master Yuchai Shunde was enough to leave an indelible shadow in the hearts of these ancient monks.
The red copper bone surface hangs from the burning ancient tree, and the evil spirits of the Rakshasa have not yet been burned away.
This is a long process.
That unknown ancestor was a creature on the same level as Yuchai Shunde. Even if the Taihang Mountains blocked his path, he still vowed to return. Li Xi'an's heart was not heavy. He returned to Taihang like a dragon entering the river and sea. In this land, he was not afraid of any living thing, especially the ancient monks who came across the border.
But first, Li Xi'an needs to clean up the nest he hasn't seen for a long time.
There is no gray in my eyes.
The red dragon shadow wandered away from the ancient tree. The rhythm of ancient nature emerges from the winding and huge body, piercing the thick clouds and reaching the high sky.
The oppressive atmosphere disappeared. The heavy rain, the demons, and the dark sky were all invisible because the sea of clouds was beneath him.
The sun illuminated the young man's face.
The red maple leaves spread out, and a human figure clad in gold-patterned black clothes sat casually on the fingertips of a white jade palm. His golden eyes looked down at the two kneeling emperors on the ground, as well as the countless demons in the mountains.
So many were killed that day and there were still such numbers...
Tsk.
It's not that it's troublesome, but that the disgust towards these monsters and monsters has deepened.
He closed his eyes and his breathing rhythm became one with the mountains.
The clouds spread until they covered the entire Taihang Mountains!
This is Taihang’s recovery, not the past!
Li Xi'an's spirit passed quickly, and the mountains endlessly replenished it, eventually forming a sea of spiritual energy directly on the clouds.
This mountain needs a rain.
Just a rain is enough...