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"The true color is born in the ink, and it travels in the universe. How can it travel in the universe before attaining the ultimate form? At that time, one of the magical methods of protecting ourselves was the 'Qin Color', which revealed the true color and led people to the Tao. Now I think about it When I think about it, I really miss that magic." Shimoji Zhenzun smiled and explained to today's immortals on Mars: "Unfortunately, magic is not perfect, there are always choices After evolution, the true color Eternally fixed in the body, bones, heart, and spirit, it is not easy to infect today's immortals and demons, but it is worth it. Well, you don't need to know why it is worth it specifically. Let's just talk about the things at hand."
Xiazhi pointed at the mirage in the sky: "It's difficult to dye the current immortals, but it's easy to dye the ancient immortals Haha, the ancient immortals regard us as enemies and are always ready to fight with us, but they don't know that they can't get close at all. Our clan, otherwise we will convert to the true color. The ancient immortals hate us, but we have never resented them. No matter how deep their hatred is, we cannot deny that they are us. The righteous gods and the ancient immortals live together. The God Clan!"
"While our clan has evolved and reached perfection, the surviving ancient immortals are still the same. They originally lived together, but now their bodies and souls are so different. How can they stop us? How can they resist us bringing them in?" Coming from eternity.¡±
During the fierce battle, Su Jingren and his comrades defended Mars, turning their swords and fire to resist the waves of fierce attacks from the Black Giant Spirit. He could only ignore Zhenzun Xiazhi's words and forget about them, but he could see the mirage in the sky. Clearly. When the ancient immortal was dyed with ink, Su Jing typed a spiritual message to the golden boy and told the child: Run away!
Except for the Mo giant, no one thought that the ancient immortal could change from a slayer of ink to a follower of ink so easily. But what should have happened has happened, and the only thing the golden boy can do is to escape
Xiazhi loves to talk, but Hetao is not as verbose as him. He just looked at the golden boy with a smile.
???????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????? A child¡¯s trick of being clever, only to suffer consequences in the end, is quite interesting, and He Tao likes to watch it.
The glazed Buddha no longer had a deliberate smile on his face, and no pretentious evil look in his eyes. He was completely stunned. His expression was frozen, his eyes were dim, and he looked around stiffly. The golden body made of Dazhenxi Lingshi was so pure and transparent that when he lost his mind, all the emotions in his heart were revealed, and anyone could easily read what he was thinking
Shocked, how could this be possible? Disappointed, lost, he thought he was in control of the overall situation, but it turned out to be just a child who mistook the wooden spoon for eating as a murder weapon; painful. He must have been disappointed to have failed so completely in front of his father's soul. His father's disappointment was undoubtedly the most profound pain for the golden boy; anddecision.
"Escape? How can you escape?" Jintong muttered to himself. He received a summons from Su Jing.
The golden boy can escape, and his life is the most proud thing in the life of the pseudo-Buddha. He has successfully inherited the mantle of the pseudo-Buddha, although he cannot be said to be better than his predecessor. But now Golden Boy has firmly entered the peak realm, which is no less impressive than the fake Buddha in his heyday.
If the golden boy tries his best to escape. Serious injuries are unavoidable, but there is still a chance of escape. There is no doubt about his strength. He can easily put the false Buddha's god in his sleeve and break out. But in the golden boy's heart: when the god leaves the west sky, this 'certification of the name' has meaning. Where is it!
It has been a long time since he came to this world, and the saddest moment in the golden boy's life is the first time he took his life. I found that my father was buried in the spiritual mountain; and the happiest moment in my life was to learn that Su Jing had convinced the Buddha That kind of happiness is hard to describe. It was the sudden release of a heavy force that had always been pressed in my heart, and then the wonderful feeling of relief all over my body. Feel.
It doesn¡¯t matter whether the false Buddha is a god or a magic golden boy. The correct position of a god statue standing in the west sky is proof that ¡®Father¡¯ was once famous and powerful in the universe!
The Pseudo-Buddha established his way in the West, and his sacred tablets are meaningful only if they are placed on the Lingshan Mountain.
The golden boy knew that he had failed in his performance. Butit doesn't matter! My father¡¯s sacred tablet is still enshrined in the spiritual mountain, and there is still a golden boy guarding the shrine!
There is no transition at all, the golden boy just bursts out in a daze and stiffness!
In front of the golden boy, there are endless ancient immortals, endless giant spirits, many black crowns, two great deities, and a giant sky-mountain ship. Behind the golden boy, there is only a solitary divine tablet. The three fragrances in front of the shrine have been burnt to the end, which is terrible. extinguished.
Rolling cold smoke rose from the golden boy's body, and the golden boy jumped up, charging alone.
Lord Hetao said, if the golden boy wants to escape, he will pursue him with all his strength. If the golden boy wants to fight, he will accompany him to the end. Even if he comes back and forth, it will not be the result of "I will kill him". There is nothing new, Hetao With a wave of his hand, all the formations on the giant ship came together. The ink divine thunder swept across the golden boy. The ancient immortals who had just surrendered swarmed up. The army of ink giants gathered in heavy formations to press for a killing blow. Among the thousands of soldiers and horses, there was only one magic spell. The target, the crystal-clear Buddha!
? ? ? ? ? ? ? ?There was a loud noise, and the giant ship's thunder hit the golden boy.
There was no dodge, no magic to resist, only a spurt of blood and a fountain of tears.
The golden boy's tears turned into bright gems when he fell, and his blood turned into crimson crystal as soon as he spoke. He resisted a salvo from the giant ship, and the cold smoke emanating from his body became thicker and more intense. In just a short moment, it has become overwhelming!
The ethereal cold smoke was so thick that it almost condensed its substance. In stark contrast, the originally clear and solid figure of the glass Buddha quickly swayed and blurred.
??The charge will not stop, the smoke will not stop, and the tears will not stop.
Children are children, and they can't help but cry. No matter how determined he was when his father died, the golden boy didn't want to cry, but he just couldn't help it This is his secret, even if he is a fake Buddha, Even Su Jing didn't know: he was afraid of pain.
He is particularly afraid of pain. Last time he cut off one of his little fingers, which made him cry for a long time.
It really hurts The skin quickly withered, the flesh and blood withered layer by layer, and the divine energy and mana in the body was withdrawn sharply. It really hurt. He could endure the huge pain but could not hold back his tears. This was the only one who could keep his father's memorial tablet. Method, he needs to persevere, he still has to charge!
The golden boy has already rushed into the enemy formation, bringing with him the cold smoke rising from his body. Everyone who came into contact with the cold smoke, whether it was the Ancient Immortal or the Black Giant Spirit, was shattered in an instant: frozen to pieces. Clean and complete freezing!
The golden boy was once the treasure of the Dazhenxi Lingshi, and the Dazhenxi Lingshi was once the ice that froze the Buddha in the far west! Who can stop its coldness!
The Mo Giant Spirit's offensive became more and more fierce. On the battlefield that was going crazy, the two great masters He Tao and Yuan Yi had already taken action. They had already realized that Golden Boy's offensive was extremely powerful. They sensed an extremely dangerous aura in the cold smoke rising from the Golden Boy
Layers of magical light bloomed on the giant ship, and huge powerful divine thunder slashed. All the ink-colored ferocious demons urged the spell with all their strength, and less than half of the western sky was shrouded in black spells. But Golden Boy's charge never paused, there was no evasion or defense, he just charged with a completely open mind. Let the endless evil methods bombard your body.
Only getting beaten.
The more the beating, the more painful it became, and the more painful it was, the more tears he shed; but just like his tears, the harder the golden boy was hit, the more violent and violent the white smoke rising from his body became. Sweeping in all directions and crushing all enemies.
Su Jing, who had been watching the battle for a while outside Wanzha, was moved Su Jing knew the origin of the golden boy, and how could he not see the magic of the golden boy when he saw the golden boy at this moment: return to nature, merge into the soul, this is the golden boy A life-saving battle!
He sacrificed his own life and used endless magic energy to fuse his own mysterious ice body, in exchange for an extremely cold storm that would kill without mercy and destroy all things!
Suddenly. It's snowing in the west.
There is heavy snowfall, but there is no meaning of "flying" at all. The snowflakes are whistling and flying, and the pieces are like knives. The fierce and ferocious snow instantly covered the Elysian World. From this, in addition to black, pure white and Xiaosha white were added to the world.
The bliss of the West is vast and boundless. Lingshan Mountain and Daleiyin Temple are "landmarks", but apart from this most famous mountain and a small spot. There are also various golden mountains, various divine states, and the endless ocean of mercy in the western sky Suddenly, the rippling waves and undercurrents stopped, and it suddenly became motionless, giving the illusion that time has stood still.
What is this illusion? One moment, the ocean is frozen, and the next moment. From the direction of the little golden boy, the silver-white 'tide' of killing spread rapidly in all directions, and the freezing cold that wiped out all living things erupted from the golden boy's feet and invaded the entire paradise!
Heavy snow fell from the sky, and the land and sea froze. But the golden boy's charge continued, and the billowing cold smoke rising around him was still spreading crazily.
At this moment, everyone knows what Golden Boy is doing. Everyone knows that Golden Boy is dead. Even if he stops now, there will be no chance of living again. An angry look finally appeared on Master Hetao's face. He knew that he had to retreat. Even if he could resist the cold if he stayed, his men would suffer heavy casualties. This is a meaningless battle at all. That kid is going to commit suicide, and no one has the right to go crazy with him.
But no matter what, Hetao is a dignified person, but he was forced to retreat by a crazy kid. He was angry!
Even when you are angry, you have to retreat. Anger and impulsiveness are completely different things. Hetao has always made a clear distinction between them, otherwise he would not be able to be a great master.
The heart curse spread far and wide, and orders were sent in all directions. The black army and the ancient immortals who scattered like clouds immediately stopped their hands, transformed into black mist, and retreated into the giant ship as fast as light and electricity. At the same time, the Mengtian giant ship began to slowly rise into the sky At this moment, a thunderous sound suddenly erupted from Golden Boy's body. It was the sound of a glacier bursting amplified tens of millions of times.
The golden boy is shattered.
He was really broken into pieces, but his skin, bones, flesh and blood were not visible in the bliss, only the rushing cold smoke,Cool silver and white, the golden boy collapsed!
At the moment when the golden boy collapsed, the world of paradise roared and roared. The soul-destroying wind wrapped in the endless cold. Thousands of killing cold currents roared up and swept past. The endless wind, endless cold, and endless silver white came from the sky. , underground, and every corner of this pure land of China, rushing towards the black ship.
The golden boy summoned this storm, but the power of the storm did not come from the golden boy. This is the Western Heaven and the destination of faith for devout Buddhists for thousands of generations. Every drop of water and every grain of sand in the pure land of China is full of thought power.
The golden boy sacrificed his life with his body, awakening the boundless power of bliss, in exchange for this ¡®god-killing cold¡¯!
The storm that destroys everything, the heavy snow that annihilates everything!
The giant ship that had just ascended into the sky and was about to escape from the western sky was like a kite caught in a hurricane. It spun around for a moment and then fell to the ground. But before it hit the ground, the strong wind and extreme cold tore it into pieces.
The giant ship exploded with a bang, and Hetao and Yuan Yi flew out with an angry roar. The roar was to summon their fellow tribesmen to gather around them. They also wanted to use heavy methods to protect their fellow tribesmen, but the screams of the two great masters were blocked by The strong wind annihilated the magical powers and spells of the two great masters what they faced was not the golden boy's 'suicide spell' at all, but the power of will, mind, and demon-conquering power of an entire paradise world!
Also shattered! The bodies and souls of the two great deities were destroyed.
Even if the Great Master is like this, how can ordinary giant spirits and ancient immortals survive? Just like the golden boy's last thought in his heart at the moment of self-destruction: Kill them all!
Do all you can to kill!
The strong wind tore apart all the evil spirits, and every color that did not belong to the western sky was eventually covered by heavy snow The cruel battle that was enough to move the gods and Buddhas took less than half a cup of tea from start to finish.
No one who entered the Western Heaven could survive, and all the golden boys and ancient immortals were destroyed.
After the storm dissipated, the heavy snow covered everything. Looking around, the western sky was covered in silver, brilliant white, and unparalleled clean.
Heavy snow has covered the two bamboo sheds on Lingshan Mountain, but the cold wind has not and will not invade here, so everything is fine here.
The fragrance of the three plants flickered, then went out, burning to the end.
On the ancient Buddha's sacred tablet, a small, almost transparent shadow moved, as if he wanted to get up to refill the incense sticks for three more times, but he was too tired and had no strength at all After struggling for a moment, the small figure appeared No longer in vain, he curled up his 'body' and fell asleep leaning against the fake Buddha tablet.
The body of Liuli was faded, and the dying residual soul revealed the original face. The little boy with a pure and clean lips showed a little stubborn. When he was sleeping, the corners of his lips curled up, giving him a down-to-earth and reassuring smile. (To be continued, please search Piaotian Literature. The novels will be better and updated faster! - Didn't finish reading? Add this book to your favoritesI'm a member and bookmarked this chapterCopy the address of this book and recommend it to your friends for pointsChapter error? Click here to report
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