Chapter 139 Crossing the Calamity and Zhenhai
Jiunian sat in the military camp for a long time.
Shadows of people walked past him. Some people wanted to come up to comfort him, while others sat beside him to accompany him.
But he never responded, just sitting there blankly.
Just like this, day by day passed.
Everyone around him seemed to be moving much faster to Jiunian, but he was the only one sitting there, motionless.
He did not live long in Qingqiu, and most of his memories were of strict elders. The rest of his life is with Tua Shi. For him, Tua Shi and the pond are his real home.
But now he can no longer see his only family member.
After sitting for a month, finally, the soldier Jiunian met when he first came here came to Jiunian with a wine bottle.
The soldier took a sip of wine first, then aimed at Jiunian's head and hit it with a bang.
The jug broke and the wine spilled all over Jiunian. The already fiery fox suddenly got angry after being silent for a long time and started fighting with the soldier.
The two of them fought from the square to the wild, from the forest to the sky, from the beginning of the fight with various magical weapons, to the final physical fight, fists and fists.
In the end, the battle-hardened soldiers defeated the fledgling fox and dragged him to the far north.
It also allowed Na Jiunian to see the black ocean filling the sky.
The soldiers pointed at the sea of suffering and shouted angrily:
"The Great Master bought time for the common people, transformed his body into a relic, and suppressed the sea of suffering. As his only disciple, how can you be so useless! If you are heartbroken, just go back to the immortal camel and never come down again! If you really have the intention , why don’t you prepare your armor and push back this sea of suffering! Let this world-devouring evil never harm others again!”
These words were like the sound of a thunderous bell, which made Jiu Nian’s heart tremble.
Since then,
the fox of Qingqiu and the disciples of the great scholar have disappeared.
In their place are the immortal soldiers wearing immortal armor, fighting against the Nine Era of the immortal soldiers on the front line of the sea of suffering.
His practice of Pure World Buddhism is the most powerful way to suppress this sea of suffering, and he is also the person who most often stands on the front line.
When the eroded enemies come from the sea of suffering, they use their long swords to cut them off. When the big waves come, they use their own way to push them back.
It is a long-lasting battle.
Zuo Chen watched all the way, but also saw how many ascetics in the past dealt with the sea of suffering.
They first used the purest innate energy to build a huge protective spell to guard the areas that had not been eroded by the sea of suffering. However, such consumption was extremely huge. The sea of suffering and the innate energy were naturally in conflict. Those with great supernatural powers It is limited and the sea of suffering is boundless. How can we use this method to stop it?
Later, someone discovered that the rocks were eroded the slowest by the sea of bitterness, so they used the method of moving mountains to fill the sea, moved the mountains, and placed them on the outermost circle. They also used talismans to stick on top of the rocks to prevent them from overflowing.
Zuo Chen, who was watching the whole process, felt as if he had been taught a lesson that moved mountains and reclaimed seas. When he came back to his senses, he had memorized this wonderful method in his heart.
In this way, Jiu'e began running around among the immortal soldiers for most of his life.
Time flew by like a shuttle again in Zuo Chen's eyes. His eyes were fixed on Jiu'e's body, and he could clearly see that the energetic young man was getting older step by step. His sideburns had turned white, and he had grown a beard. The armor also climbed up step by step from the most ordinary immortal soldier to become a general.
How many years did it take for such an old immortal to fight against the sea of suffering?
In the long passage of time, countless people with great supernatural powers have fallen into the sea of suffering, turned into scarlet monsters wrapped in black energy, fought against their former friends, and been killed by immortal weapons; there are also a few ascetics who have rushed away. This world, either by boat or by shuttle, is gradually getting further and further away.
The ascetics consumed more and more, and in the end, only the vicissitudes of life were left in this world.
In the end, even the immortal soldiers were unable to make up for it.
Zuo Chen could clearly see that Jiu'e's face was painted with layers of exhaustion.
When the memory played to this point, Zuo Chen gradually felt a sense of rejection.
Jiu'e's life seems to be coming to an end, and his memory is coming to an end.
Time gradually slowed down. Zuo Chen looked around and found that this was a military camp.
Time seems to have stopped at this moment.
Looking around, Zuo Chen saw the fleeing crowd. They were full of fear and were running towards the outside of the barracks as if they were desperate.
Walking upstream and walking towards the depths of the barracks, Zuo Chen saw more and more people fleeing.
They looked panicked, as if they were avoiding some disaster.
Looking up,
He saw the huge waves coming towards him.
Also saw a wall of people.
They were ordinary people with no cultivation skills, but they were holding repair talismans and rushing towards the collapsed protective spells.
They were ordinary monks who were holding spells in their hands. They formed a formation together to build protection in an attempt to block the sea.
Those are people with great supernatural powers, casting spells and spells to seal the waves on the mountaintops.
They were soldiers wearing immortal armor. They were holding weapons. They were holding Taoist secrets. They were glaring at the waves of the sea of suffering without flinching.
At the front of the group of soldiers, Jiu'e held a long knife, furious, aimed at the huge wave, and let out the last roar of his life.
“For the common people!”
This is the last scene of Jiu'e's life.
Zuo Chen opened his eyes in a daze, and he had returned to the sky above the gambling village.
Only three breaths have passed.
The layer of mist surrounding the Jiuer Walker in front of him has completely dissipated, and a blood-red giant fox looked up at the bright moon and let out a long mournful cry.
Its nine tails twisted wildly and turned into trees like vegetation, blooming with blood-red flowers of the other side.
Under the shadow of the bright moon, the silver-white makeup was attached to his body, but there was no trace of holiness, only boundless desolation.
Zuo Chen could clearly feel the pain, despair, and struggle overflowing from his heart.
Jiu'e's whole body was wrapped in turbid red water, which bound his body, his life, and his soul.
He is a slave to the sea of suffering.
Jiu'e lowered his head.
There was still a trace of clarity in his left eye, but his right eye was already full of chaos.
A hoarse voice came from his body:
"Fellow Taoist, send me to the other side."
At this point, the last trace of reason in his eyes disappeared, and he was already Completely reduced to chaos.
Zuo Chen took a long breath and bowed his hands in the direction of Jiu'e.
I have been practicing guardianship for half my life, so I deserve this gift.
After the salute was completed, the giant red fox raised its head to the moon and roared again.
In mid-air, the chanting of Buddha's words rang out again, and in the sea of suffering, twisted figures moved together:
"Namo Amitabha Night.
"Dotagadu Night .
"Duo Di Ye He."
The chants were all in unison, men and women, old and young, and there was a roar.
Although it is a Buddhist scripture, it is evil.
Waves of waves rose from the sea of suffering under Zuo Chen's feet. Two pairs of huge black palms extended out from the middle and grabbed Zuo Chen in the air. In the center of the sea of suffering, there was a face full of pain. The face is also revealed. The face kept changing, from male to female, from old to young, and in the throat, there was also a painful wail:
“Cross me through the sea of suffering, rebirth my soul, save my three souls! Spare my seven souls!
“Save me!”
“Save me!”
“Please save me!”
Zuo Chen lowered his eyes, but he completely saw There was no sign of help from this huge figure.
This figure seemed to be just trying to grab Zuo Chen and plunge him into a sea of endless misery.
Leaps of lightning flashed in his hand, he held the dragnet in his hand and smashed it down.
The surging thunder built a huge thunder mountain, pressing down from the sky, intertwined with the black figure in the blink of an eye.
The wailing sound echoed through the air, and he was crushed by Zuo Chen's Daofa. He rolled down a section and was pressed down.
Until the end, it was completely sealed in the stone formation, and the black figure finally became motionless, leaving only screams in the sky.
Not far away, red lotuses sprouted around the body of the huge red fox, flying towards Zuo Chen.
Those are all incarnations of Buddhism, but they have been bound by the sea of suffering and have become prescriptions that harm people.
Layers of flowers rose around Zuo Chen. From the twist, an unknown white flower pointed in the direction of the red lotuses, and a sea of flowers grew from under his feet, rushing along the red lotus like a wave. .
The two sides intertwined, and in the blink of an eye, Honglian was wrapped in it.
As the light black temperament emerges from the sea of flowers, these lotus flowers are also transformed into harmless auras at the moment of blooming.
Zuo Chen knew very well that he could not continue to be entangled with the sea of suffering and Jiu'e.
Then, straighten your hands, stack them with your palms facing up, with your left hand pointing upward, and the middle finger of your right hand hooked at the base of the middle finger of your left hand.
Xianjiang Hu Chan is powerful and has extraordinary methods. His strength far surpasses that of the red Taoist. Although he is still a little behind Zuo Chen, if Zuo Chen needs to open the altar with the Five Thunders alone, it is estimated that he will need a small half piece The dense forest can only be suppressed by cutting away the dense forest.
But after reading Jiu'e's memory, Zuo Chen was equivalent to listening to the great scholar's sermon.
He felt a little more enlightened.
At this point, the two rounds of wonderful magic seemed to merge into one, and they came into being in his mind.
From behind Zuo Chen, a huge lotus flower bloomed.
The lotus flower is pure white and as smooth as jade, but if you look closely, you can see that it is basically made of lightning.
But I couldn't feel any of the burning breath at all. It seemed to be floating slowly in the air, as gentle as a mother's open arms.
Although he had completely lost his mind, Na Jiu'e still stopped his actions the moment he saw the lotus.
The huge fox shadow seemed to be frozen in place, and two lines of black tears were shed in his eyes.
That is also a sea of suffering.
He did not avoid it, but just let the lotus touch his body.
There were no violent explosions, nor wails of broken flesh and blood, but the body of the Nine Evil Walker melted as quickly as the snow falling in spring.
Make wisps of black energy soar up, make rays of divine thoughts dissipate.
Zuo Chen turned his hand into a palm, and the lotus blooming in the sky had appeared in his hand without knowing when, and only a small ball remained.
The petals dispersed layer by layer, and a wisp of pale golden spirit floated in Zuo Chen’s palm.
In terms of killing power, the blow just now was far inferior to the thunder gun Zuo Chen used when he killed the red Taoist. However, this method is the best destination for the Nine Era Walkers. .
The last ray of spiritual thought that now falls in Zuo Chen's hands is just Jiu'e's last remaining thought in this world.
"Go home..."
This ray of spiritual thought seemed to be pointing in a certain direction deep in the dense forest. Zuo Chen knew that it should be where the great scholar's pond was.
Is the most important place in Jiu'e's life.
"I will take you back."
Zuo Chen promised, and then this ray of spiritual thought calmed down.
Turn over your hands and hide your spiritual thoughts in your sleeves, looking down at the huge black lake below, looking at the countless hands and the huge figure struggling in the lake:
"This is the sea of suffering."
He finally understood why so many people with great supernatural powers chose to leave the ordinary world and find another hometown.
The innate spiritual energy can only suppress it, but cannot eliminate it. For Zuo Chen, the sea of suffering is not even powerful, but it has characteristics that make him troublesome.
At the Qingqiu Banquet, although Zuo Chen did not see any cultivators who were stronger than him, he did see several cultivators who were similar to his own.
The world of cultivation at that time was so huge, but it couldn't stop the sea of suffering. What more could he have on his own?
But just let this troubled world go unchecked?
Let this world be swallowed up by the black waves?
Those immortal soldiers who were at the forefront and intercepted the sea of suffering with their physical spiritual energy were still flashing in Zuo Chen's mind, and their roars were still vivid in his mind.
Closing his eyes for half a breath, when he opened them again, Zuo Chen was no longer shaken.
Although it can't be solved now, let's suppress it first, and then search this eternal life to find the source of the sea of suffering.
Zuo Chen just didn't believe it. How could this torrential sea of suffering really be limitless?
Even if it is true that there is no way ahead, he still has to find a way with his own feet!
The whole body's true energy is spinning, and the wonderful method is coming again, this time it is to move mountains and fill seas!
It is to calm this corner of the sea of suffering!
The earth shook again, and next to the bitter sea pool, the real stone wall suddenly grew in size and was pulled up from the ground in the blink of an eye!
The mountain...
rises from the ground!
Sands and rocks were flying, smoke and clouds were billowing, and everyone in the village on the other side of the river stared blankly at what was happening in the gambling village on the other side.
They will never forget this in their lifetime:
Several huge rocks climbed up from the ground, staggered and merged together, smoke and dust flew everywhere, sand and rocks flew, and amidst the huge muffled sound, They are connected into a series of mountains and mountains.
Under the mountains, in the black lake, the huge black shadow seemed to have finally broken through the obstacles of the dragnet, stretched out a hand upwards, and grabbed the moonlight in the mid-air.
“Save me!”
“Save me!”
“Get me across the sea of suffering!”
“Get me across the sea of suffering!”
This malicious arm was stretched out high, but it could not escape the closure of the mountains.
Thick boulders intertwined into one and became the peak of the new mountain.
A drop of the sea of suffering was suppressed at the foot of the mountain, and there was no chance of seeing the light of day again for a thousand years.
Zuo Chen picked up another blooming flower in the air, and immediately used the magic technique to throw the white flower in the direction of the mountain.
Green grass and trees grow from under the thick rock and soil, wild grasses grow all over the mountain, flowers bloom all over the mountain, and the moon shines brightly.
By the time the earthquake was over, the other side of the river was covered with mountains and green grass.
Under the moonlight, a person can be vaguely seen floating in the air, with his hands behind his back.
Looking again, there was nothing, only the moon scattered all over the mountain, wrapped in silver.
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(End of this chapter)