Chapter 180 What is Qingqiu Immortal (Third Update)
Flames, light, heat, and cracked white jade all exploded in the hands of the Smiling Buddha, making a thumping sound.
“Touch!”
The Smiling Buddha felt a sharp pain in the palm of his hand. When he looked at his palm again, he saw that the entire palm had been blown to pieces, leaving only layers of white bones. And the flesh and blood that turned upside down, as well as the billowing black flow mixed in the flesh and blood.
The white jade originally held in his hand has disappeared.
Hu Wen's figure also appeared directly next to the Smiling Buddha, as if pushed by some huge force, falling straight towards the Sea of Suffering.
Hu Wen's cultivation is still at the peak of his acquired skills. Even if he escapes from this big dream, he still cannot master the floating body support technique.
If he falls, Hu Wen will fall directly into the sea of suffering and be contaminated by it.
However, at this moment, a layer of pure white opalescence suddenly appeared under his body, lifting him up.
A fox actually walked out of the dream, dragging Hu Wen with its tail and pulling him away.
Hu Wen, who had just woken up from his dream, subconsciously put his hand on the fox's body.
When he saw the appearance of the fox, he felt that it looked delicate and very familiar.
"Brother Liang?"
Hu Wen murmured, and the fox glanced sideways at him and moved forward without saying a word.
“You are already an evil ghost in a dream, and you still want to save people!? Come back!”
Things were out of the control of the Smiling Buddha, and the eyeless evil monk felt unbearably upset, so he stretched out his hand in the direction of Hu Wen and began to practice Taoism.
The Buddhist beads squeaked slightly, and the waves of the sea of bitterness also surged up, converging into a huge black palm, and grabbed it in the direction of Hu Wen.
However, the sea current only moved once, and a bolt of lightning flashed from the sky, penetrating the entire black water and breaking into broken flowers all over the sky.
Zuo Chen did not know when he had left the Jue Tian Jue Di formation, flying in mid-air, quickly approaching the fox dragging Hu Wen, and went to meet him.
Seeing Zuo Chen coming out of the formation, Smiling Buddha's heart sank.
He knew that he could not get Hu Wen back.
I plan to use my last remaining strength to control Qingqiu Mountain and smash it over!
The Smiling Buddha pinched the Tao Jue in his hand, but at this moment, he felt a stiff resistance.
“This?”
The Qingqiu Dream was breaking away from his control at a rapid speed, and the Smiling Buddha seemed to find that there seemed to be something in the Qingqiu Dream. Slowly waking up!
Turn around suddenly.
The sun shines on Qingqiu Mountain, making the entire Qingqiu Mountain shine brightly.
On the continuous mountain peaks, among the shadows of the trees, pairs of eyes are slowly opening, waking up from their dreams.
They are wrapped in a bright red aura, and they are covered in transparent black. They have long been polluted by the sea of suffering.
However, they retained the last trace of their sanity.
The Qingqiu immortals who were soaked in the sea of suffering did not hesitate at all. They ignited their last dreams and turned them into billowing fire.
The remaining dreams are burning and the flames are dancing. As an outsider, can the Smiling Buddha withstand such a huge flame?
He was in pain from being burned, screaming from the heat, and his figure was flickering, as if it was difficult to maintain his existence.
Amidst the flames that burned all over the mountain, a woman in a palace dress walked out slowly, carrying a flower basket.
The hem of her skirt was burning, her strand of black hair was burning, and her fox-like ears and tail were also burning with flames, burning red on all sides and making bursts of fire.
Hu Wen, who was sitting on the shadow of the white fox, turned around and saw the woman. Her lips trembled slightly, as if she was saying something.
But the waves were too loud and the wind was too loud. His voice could not be heard and was swallowed up by the sea of suffering.
He could see that it was not his real mother, but an afterimage from the great dream of Qingqiu. It was the proof that his mother had lived, and was the last thing Qingqiu Xian left in the world. thing.
Seemingly sensing Hu Wen's gaze, Qingqiu Loumei looked in his direction, revealing a relieved and reassuring smile.
Then, he turned his fingers and pointed at the Smiling Buddha:
"The dirty thief came to the house to steal things while the owner was away."
Stretched out his finger and flicked it.
The Smiling Monk, who was hiding in his dream, immediately felt pressure.
His face changed one after another, and he was busy running around in the middle of the dream.
But at this moment, the Smiling Buddha realized that no matter where he was, there was Qingqiu Immortal. How could he escape on Qingqiu Mountain?
In just three or four breaths, the Smiling Buddha was thrown out of the dream, and his disembodied body solidified at this moment.
The smiling Buddha flying upside down in the air stopped and coughed several times. Just as he was about to say something, he suddenly felt a burning pain in his palms.
This flame did not burn the body, but the soul. In just an instant, it completely enveloped the body of the Smiling Buddha.
Heart-burning pain came through his body, and the smiling Buddha remained motionless.
He stared at the palm of his hand and said nothing.
Xiao Huanxi had been planning for this battle for twenty years.
Use the head-lowering technique to modify your body so that you can adapt to the sea of suffering for a longer period of time.
The layout in Youzhou ensures that you can bypass the northern fortress and enter the interior of this bitter sea.
Going to Jingzhou to cheat and make profits has to be safe.
After searching hard in the roaring waves, I finally found the Qingqiu Mountain.
The practice of opening an altar in the mountains leads to the leaked dream of Qingqiu.
Took the top magic weapon left over from ancient times just to control this sea of suffering.
Twenty years have passed so quickly, and now the groundwork has finally been completed, but I met that person.
"Taoist priest...Taoist priest! If it weren't for you! Qingqiu Mountain would have collided with Jue Tian Jue Di! Taoist priest! Taoist priest! If it weren't for you! How could all these plans end up like this!"
The Smiling Buddha squeezes out his last strength:
"The waves of the sea of suffering are so big that I think they can't push the mountains of Qingqiu!"
As soon as he was about to activate his power, the Smiling Buddha found that a Taoist priest had appeared in front of him.
The smiling monk has a look of death on his face.
Without the protection of Dameng, what can I do to fight Zuo Chen?
The Taoist stretched out his two fingers, ignoring the blazing flames, and touched the head of the Smiling Buddha.
At this moment, the Smiling Buddha seemed to see a trance phantom.
He saw the dark clouds covering the sky, and the Taoist standing in the middle of the dark clouds.
Thousands of thunders and tribulations cover all sides, how can they tolerate dirt like him?
"Taoist!"
He roared at the dark clouds in the sky and wanted to rush up, but he saw a thunderbolt strike from the sky and penetrated his soul!
In an instant, even the soul was struck by all kinds of thunder and lightning, smashed into pieces, and cut into foam.
Turn into fly ash from under your feet and scatter in the wind. He still had his eyes open, and even though he was dead, his eyes were filled with unwillingness.
Seeing the Smiling Buddha disappearing into smoke, Zuo Chen thought for a moment, grabbed his hand in the air, and got a small piece of the Smiling Buddha's clothes.
This is the fate of the Smiling Buddha.
The identity of the Smiling Buddha...maybe he can still use it.
The fire on Qingqiu Mountain gradually extinguished, and Hu Wen was carried to the shore by the last fox.
A small door opened above the Jue Tian Duo Di formation and Hu Wen was sent in.
After putting down Hu Wen, the white fox saluted Zuo Chen and dissipated in the wind like smoke, as if he had never appeared.
Hu Wen was left looking at Qingqiu Mountain in the distance and the Qingqiu Immortals who were still burning.
Qingqiu Loumei looked back at Hu Wen, and also looked further south.
There are still all sentient beings there, as well as eternal dreams.
The little foxes she sent out are still alive, and Qingqiu's bloodline continues in this world.
"It's good that we are all alive."
Muttered this sentence, Qingqiu Lou's charming eyes regained their luster.
She looked at Hu Wen as if saying her final farewell.
"Hu Wen, you have to be optimistic.
"We are all dream protectors. Now we have dreams and waves, and our family and country are in trouble. Even if this Qingqiu Mountains return to a peaceful place It may not be of any use, so it’s better to stay here to protect the family! "
Qingqiu Loumei spread her arms, and all the fox fairies circled around her.
It was laughing and singing:
"Young princes and young ladies, what is the Qingqiu fairy?"
The fox fairies around her also sang in unison:
"Qingqiu swallows the cloud dream, and returns to the Tianmen. Peace.
"Protect my hometown, protect my beautiful dreams, I just want to sleep peacefully, that's what my heart wishes!
“Qingqiu Immortal is the Baojia Immortal!”
All the foxes flew together in Qingqiu Mountain, laughing and noisy around the peak, letting their own little flames pass over the mountain, burning through the soil, sweeping over the trees, and bursting into bursts of fire clouds. The mountain peaks reflected were extremely beautiful.
The flames on their bodies did not destroy Qingqiu Mountain, but gave Qingqiu Mountain a bright and dazzling light, making the mountain peak sparkling, clear and clean.
"True Lord, I hope you can use the art of moving mountains to fill the sea, so that the high mountains of Qingqiu can suppress this side of the sea of suffering."
Qingqiu Loumei said to Zuo Chen.
Her scroll of residual dreams has been almost completely exhausted, leaving only the erratic shadow still in the air, swaying gently.
"Good."
Zuo Chen stretched out his hand to straighten his high crown.
With the Tao Jue in hand, the first-grade mountain-bearing and stone-crushing technique reappeared.
Turn over the palm of your hand, and the Qingqiu mountain appeared in your hand again.
He slowly exerted force and lifted it up.
The peaks of Qingqiu float into the mid-air, a little dust falls on the peaks, clouds surround the top of the mountains, and fog wraps in all directions.
Slowly hold it again and carefully release it towards Jue Tian Jue Di.
Qingqiu Mountain drew a white mark in the sky, touching the sky and the earth, but the two did not produce any loss, but blended into one like water and milk.
Since the peak fell and was level with the shore, Qingqiu Mountain has become a line of defense against the sea of suffering.
Zuo Chen took out a Taoist talisman from his arms, and a few drops of essence and blood gushed out from the center of his left index finger, converging on his fingertips.
He used his finger as a pen and wrote eight big characters on the talisman:
"Move the mountains and fill the sea, and the water will dry up!"
Throwing the talisman outward, it was originally only as big as a palm. The yellow talisman expanded rapidly in the air, and in the blink of an eye it seemed to cover the sky and the earth.
This talisman fell on the side of Qingqiu Mountain facing the Sea of Bitterness, covering it.
The next moment, the talisman also shined with brilliance, and the turbulent sea of suffering around it became calm at this moment, leaving only a very small wave hitting the body that had been integrated into the Jue Tian Jue Di formation. On Qingqiu Mountain.
The sun is rising in the sky, but the bright moon has not yet set. There are not only the white clouds reflected by the morning sun, but also the stars that have not dispersed all over the sky.
The waves are gently swinging, and the stars are reflected in the sky.
There will be no more wanderings in this sea of suffering for five hundred years.
Hu Wen looked up at the Qingqiu Mountain. He saw many fox fairies falling above them, which had become a dream and disappeared completely.
Qingqiu Loumei fell to the ground, leaving only the last small afterimage of her, which was the last dream of Qingqiu Fox Fairy.
Hu Wen finally couldn't hold it back and burst into tears:
"Mother!"
Qingqiu Loumei's Can Meng's body trembled slightly.
She looked at Hu Wen.
Although I can't see my eyes, I can't see my figure clearly.
I can still feel that she is smiling.
The sun shines over the mountain and falls in front of Hu Wen.
Under the light, Qingqiu Loumei’s residual dream finally disappeared.
The sun rises and the new sun remains.
It’s time to wake up from the dream.
...
Zuo Chen has not yet returned to the Juetian Formation.
He looked at the place where the Smiling Buddha was burned to ashes.
There is still a string of Buddhist beads floating there.
Just below the beads, an illusory figure is gradually solidifying. He picks up the beads with one hand, holds them in his hand, and coils them one by one.
The old monk was wearing shabby clothes. He was thin and phantom-like, and his face could not be seen clearly.
He looked sideways, looking at Zuo Chen at this moment when the sun and moon were together.
“Fellow Taoist, long time no see.”
Three updates today! Recently I didn’t go to bed until two or three o’clock when I was writing a manuscript, and my body was a little bit weak.
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