Chapter 538 7. Wave of Death
The fog dissipated, and Heng Chao fell from the altar. With his last glimpse before losing consciousness, he caught a glimpse of the tall figure who disappeared with the fog, and the single golden eye shone brightly.
That cold laughter still echoed in his ears, this was not an illusion!
"Heng Chao!" Tian Hao rushed forward and caught the young man.
Looking down, Heng Chao had passed out and blood was oozing out from the previous wound, which instantly dyed the grass red.
Tian Hao looked a little anxious, and his huge wings drooped, gathering the surrounding spirits to gather on Heng Chao's body. Unfortunately, he did not have any magical powers in healing, so he could only use the collected spirits to slowly make up for Heng Chao's losses. The winged tiger looked at the other side of the altar, the only ginkgo tree rooted next to the golden ancient tree among the lake islands.
"No problem." A voice came, and then a ginkgo leaf floated in the wind to the injured place of Heng Chao, and the blood miraculously stopped.
The figure shrouded in a golden corona sat sideways on his head, twisting a leaf in his hand.
"To treat the symptoms but not the root cause, he must either eliminate the Dao marks in his body by himself, or the creature that left the Dao marks will die. Otherwise, if he continues to mobilize a large amount of spiritual power like today, the outcome will not be different." She said, her voice slightly Show majesty. But immediately, hearing a startled cry, Tian Hao lowered his head and was equally surprised to find that the wound was being completely healed. The deep void wound was growing granulation under the nourishment of ginkgo leaves.
The figure under the golden sun took a breath of air and raised his fingers to count.
After a long time, she showed a ghost expression.
This living true Buddha, Shizang Bodhi Chu Xinger, never restrains his expression, and has no sense of majesty and solemnity as a true Buddha. Because she felt that her background board could make up for this shortcoming.
Under the golden sun crown, the world could only see her true Buddha body, and could not see the expression on her face clearly. Her whole body is shrouded in the Buddha's light. Even if she makes faces at others, others will only think that the real Buddha is lowering his eyebrows and casting his gaze towards him. There will be a sense of peace and salvation in his eyes.
"Bodhi Buddha, how are you?" Nowadays, Tian Hao can't connect the majestic figure under the Buddha's light with the girl who blew her nose with Lord Taihang's sleeve. He just calls his Buddha's name with respect. He once thought that this might be the epiphany of the true Buddha, who would be transformed in one day, but little did he know that from the very beginning, the girl blowing her nose was the living Buddha.
The ghostly expression on Chu Xing'er's face was still on her face. She turned her head stiffly and looked at the huge winged tiger.
Yihu was immediately in awe. The sight that came down was solemn and majestic. Even though his body was much taller than the ginkgo tree where the true Buddha was sitting, he could only feel that he was being looked down upon when he was being stared at. The faint sound of thousands of creatures chanting sutras could be heard.
"The power of the Void Divine Dao has dissipated, and the Lord of the Yellow River no longer has any worries." Chu Xing'er imitated Nan Zhu's tone before and said in a formal tone.
When Tian Hao heard this, the admiration in his eyes almost turned into reality.
Several newly succeeded kings around also looked at Myolie Chu with respect.
"May I ask Bodhi Buddha, what happened before? It is true that the light is the magical power of Hetu Luoshu, but that level of spiritual power is definitely not the work of the Lord of the Yellow River." Tianhao asked respectfully.
Myolie Chu looked at the altar. The fog had dissipated, but her eyes still stayed on the altar. The location where it fell was the center where the mysterious fog began to spread.
She said nothing and kept her face on her hands.
To be honest, she didn't know.
She knows the nature of this mist. Isn't it just the mist of time, transformed by the law of time?
But the problem also arises precisely here.
Is there a second being in Kyushu who masters the Law of the Universe? Nan Zhu is back, but he was far away in the vast sea, busy fighting and killing, and he was killed by that greasy fat man, so how could he appear here.
Myolie Chu rubbed her chin.
Tianhao, on the other hand, bowed and said, "I am being reckless. You should not ask about this matter that embarrasses Bodhi Buddha."
Several kings saluted to Myolie Chu again.
Myolie Chu was deep in thought, motionless. The scene just now reminded her of something, a secret about Zhou Fa.
This primitive ritual involving time has attracted something, whether it is a blessing or a curse, you cannot say. That guy Nanzhu ran into the universe again, and now he has been chopped down by the unshakable. Is it possible... Was he really attracted by the ghost in the darkness of the years? Thinking of this, Myolie Chu was horrified.
And thinking that the ghost thing just appeared in Taihang made Chu Xing'er even more uneasy. She was hesitating whether to uproot her family and run away overnight, and follow the Kunlun priest into Kunlun to escape with the Yellow River dragon people. When Myolie Chu was hesitating whether to uproot her family and run away, Heng Chao woke up.
He sat up suddenly and touched the wound on his chest, his face full of disbelief.
"Recovered?"
Myolie Chu, who was hesitating, also stopped hesitating at this moment.
She looked outside Taihang and frowned.
"I can't leave now even if I want to."
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The number of pale filth is so great that it forms a wave that floods the earth. They roar, burying the colors between heaven and earth.
Looking over, all I can see is white, symbolizing fall and death.
To the south of Taihang, Daoquan is in the valley.
To the north of Taihang, fish are caught in Jinghe River.
The burly man with bare breasts holds a cloud fan in his hand. The pattern is simpler and plainer than the one held by the incarnation that once arrived in Kyushu. It looks no different from ordinary people's fans. He shook the cloud fan and fanned the wind. He stood on top of a giant beast, with a pale landscape behind him.
A ray of light came from a distance and fell into the man's hand. The light dissipated and a peach core lay in his hand. The script appeared and instantly poured into Dao Quan Yungu's mind.
"Kunlun was unwilling to give up Taihang, so they left Laowan alone. Hundreds of thousands of mountains and snowy areas came out, and they actually stopped Laowan. If Taihang is difficult to bite off, just wait for me for three days."
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"It seems they are going to fight to the death." Daoquan Yungu grasped the peach core, "This is a fairy peach. You can find good food wherever you go."
In the sky, the branches and leaves of golden ancient trees were inlaid in the sky, war drums were beating, and thunderous noises resounded throughout the fields.
The spirits of Taihang stand on the treetops, like magical weapons.
All the Eight Kings of Taihang appear here, with their crowns woven with branches and leaves, symbolizing that they have received the power of the dragon's veins.
Red ribbons fluttered on the ancient trees, and jade plaques jingled softly.
The next moment, the Taihang spirits and the filthy creatures rushed together, their spiritual power howling wildly, and their blood flowing like a sea.
To the north of Taihang, the Milky Way is twinkling with stars. A fisherman wearing a bamboo hat is sitting on the bow of a wooden boat, holding a wine flask in his hand.
The filth rushed into the Taihang Mountains along with his Tianhe River, and the barriers of the golden ancient trees could not stop them at all.
"Buzz——"
Under the bamboo hat, the old man drooped his eyelids, and his eyes were as blue as the sea.
He raised his head slightly and looked in front of Tianhe.
The Tianhe River that had never stopped was cut off by a sword light like the morning sun. All the filth hidden in the Tianhe was wiped away, and the remaining sword energy even reached the old man.
"Blue Bird Divine Envoy." Jinghe Yuhuo said calmly, casually dispelling the sword intent that reached his eyes, and the hand on the edge of the wine jar did not waver at all.
Retirement, the internship period is coming to an end, and I will go back to school tomorrow!
(End of chapter)