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Chapter 925 Myth Reappears

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    "They're all dead, they're all dead"

    Meng Qi and the others were planning to find out what happened to Lingshan in the past through the obsession of Dangshanjun and the white-haired monster. As a result, two completely different monsters uttered such a soliloquy at the same time. You know, one of them is Lingshan  The monk's corpse was covered with white hairs, and one was a monster that was about to condense into the real body of the sky snake. From different perspectives, different camps, and different identities, they left behind similar obsessions, and uttered the same confused and terrified words  , How can people not be creepy, why not be frightened by what happened to Lingshan back then?

    It was a massacre by both sides, a Buddha and Bodhisattva Nirvana, a great sage and demon god fell, legends and even a higher level of tragic death swept across Lingshan, permanently changing the laws of heaven and earth, allowing Dangshan Lord and Lingshan monks to experience eternal life before death  Unforgettable shocks, or did unexpected changes really occur, which shocked them so much that they couldn't believe it when they were dying, and couldn't let go, so that they still had obsessions for many years?

    Meng Qi held the scabbard in his left hand, and a gleam of light flashed in his eyes like dead volcanoes. The two remaining obsessions of Dangshan Monk and Lingshan monk suddenly exploded, like fireworks blooming, illuminating the mid-air, and condensed into one  A blurry picture.

    Their primordial spirits were scattered early, and the sea of ????their hearts was dried up. They could not awaken the reincarnation memories of previous lives or the bits and pieces of experience in this life like the living dead, so as to restore the truth of the Battle of Lingshan. They can only see through their obsession.  A few pictures!

    The water curtain is hazy and the brilliance is dense, and there are only two pictures condensed by the obsession of Lingshan monks: one is the overwhelming monster race rushing into Lingshan, and his eyes are focused on a man wearing a golden chain mail and stepping on lotus root.  On the body of a giant golden monkey who walks in clouds and wears a purple gold crown with phoenix wings, he carries the golden cudgel on his shoulders, looking forward to give him power and arrogance; one is what he saw before he died, and the boundless darkness spreads,  A series of pitch-black figures squirmed and struggled.

    Dangshanjun's obsession only formed a picture, the void was broken like glass, broken layer by layer, and the darkness mixed with terrifying and strange shadows was like a tide, submerging it.

    The "fireworks" have been extinguished, and the glitz and flickering fall, the obsession of Dangshan Monarch and Lingshan monks completely dissipated.

    What they saw was beyond the expectations of Meng Qi and others. It was not the death of ten thousand Buddhas, nor the fall of demons, but a scene of the coming of the Nine Netherworlds and the reappearance of hell!

    "In the previous years, in the battle of Lingshan, was there a third-party force that benefited from it?" Jiang Zhi frowned slightly but did not show weakness, and expressed her doubts and guesses.

    Meng Qi stood still for two breaths, and said slowly: "The demon sage led the crowd to the Lingshan Mountain after the fall of the heavenly court, and before that, the demon lord had already fallen, and the surviving evil gods and demons in Jiuyou are not from the other side, so it is unlikely  It made it impossible for the demon saint to protect some important allies and subordinates"

    Ten thousand steps back, even if Taoist Tiansha made a breakthrough, according to the records, he was beaten back to Jiuyou by the demon saint with the demon-free holy gun while holding the Minghai sword. There is a big gap in the strength of the two sides.

    "In short, this is a possibility that cannot be ruled out. Let's wait and see." Zhao Heng said.

    After the obsession subsided, Dangshan Jun's body quickly turned into sludge and pus. In this weird spiritual mountain, the tyrannical body that should have been immortal appeared rotten!

    Meng Qi's expression remained calm, the long knife in his left hand was still hidden in the sheath, like the dusty years, he took a step forward and continued to move forward, Jiang Zhiwei walked side by side with him, Zhao Heng and Ruan Yushu were a few steps behind.

    ? As it went forward, the cracks in the void that tore apart everything and devoured King Kong became more and more dense, and the roads that could pass through became narrower and narrower.

    The wind that blows from time to time melts the flesh and bones, and separates the soul. Zhao Heng's emperor's robe is shocked to fly a little bit of black and yellow light, turning into a real dragon coiling around.  Soaring into the sky, the sun is shining brightly, blocking the whistling of the almost samadhi kamikaze.

    Meng Qi's green shirt was shaking, his hair was fluttering, his face was as heavy as water, his eyes were as silent as night, neither pale gold nor radiant, and he just walked forward like this, as if this was a common trend.

    The road was winding and winding, and the four of them walked for an unknown amount of time and how high they climbed. Surrounded by zombified Bodhisattvas, Arhats, and great demons and gods, they moved forward without any risk.

    ?Walking along, a Buddhist temple suddenly appeared in front of us. When everything we saw along the way was collapsed, it was basically preserved intact. The tiles were glazed and the bricks were gold, reflecting the thunder. It was beautiful, like a fairy palace.

    And at the gate of the Buddhist temple, a huge dark golden figure sat cross-legged!

    Meng Qi and Jiang Zhiwei stopped in their tracks almost at the same time they spotted this figure, and with a clang, Jiang Zhiwei's long sword uttered a dragon chant, and lay in front of him.

    This figure looks like an old man, with a dark gold body and long eyebrows extending out of his face. He is wearing a golden cassock, with fists in his hands and mouthTears slid down the dark golden face, across the huge golden body, and fell into the dust. The surrounding Udumbara flowers were completely extinguished and never bloomed again!

    Meng Qi suddenly felt extremely dangerous, and was about to speak, when he heard the sound of Jiang Zhiwei's sabre, and saw Venerable Kasyapa's clasped hands suddenly open.

    Great merit, great light, the sun shone on this place, as if the tide had submerged Meng Qi and others, so that Meng Qi could no longer sense other things, and could no longer see things other than himself.

    He held the handle of the knife with his right hand, as if he wanted to pull it out, but he held back in the end.

    The light dissipated, and Meng Qi had already changed his position. In front of him was not a Buddhist temple, but a cliff. Jiang Zhiwei, Ruan Yushu and Zhao Heng were all gone.

    Separated by the power left by the legend?

    With a twitch in Meng Qi's heart, he turned around, stepped into the air, and quickly shuttled through the terrifying and dangerous dark cracks, looking for Jiang Zhiwei and others while heading deep.

    A golden body of Arhat suddenly turned out and punched Meng Qi with a clenched fist. The void shook, the wind howled, and it condensed into a bondage, like a star really shaking down.

    The strong wind engulfed Meng Qi, but it seemed to be engulfed in a bubble. It couldn't be entangled or restrained, and there was always an irreducible distance between the fist and him.

    Meng Qi moved forward quickly, dodging zombie arhats, zombie bodhisattvas and zombie demon kings and demon gods, their surprise attacks were always close, or they were destined to miss!

    After running for a while, Meng Qi suddenly stopped in his tracks, because there was a huge dark golden figure blocking the way in front of him, with a faint smile on the corner of his mouth, and flowers of Udumbara under his feet.  Venerable Ye's great arhat golden body!

    Legend is even the golden body of good fortune!

    Facing this, Meng Qi sighed suddenly.

    Sure enough, the one in the depths of Lingshan wanted to force himself to draw the knife ahead of time, to wear away ten years of suffering and ten years of painful grinding.  (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com
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