Splash Monkey, I will accompany you against the heavens!

Seng Mi glanced past his licked lips, Feng Yangye was stared at with chills down his back, showing a shy smile, tightening some cassocks around him, missing the embrace of Taoist monks more and more.

"...Have you found the figure of the ancient demon?" A melodious voice like a chime came from far away but there was no one there. Feng Yangye looked around blankly, is there anyone else?

A cold figure appeared in front of him while he was looking around cautiously. The slender figure cast a shadow. Feng Yangye looked up and watched Seng Mi's face approaching. He clenched his fists and wanted to step back, but he was afraid that he would touch Killing in chaos.

After Ningyuan Hanpo sucked the man's blood, he was silent in the Qiankun bag and couldn't move. His slender fingers touched the center of his eyebrows. Feng Yangye shrank back. The Buddha's light flooded into his body and gradually made him lose all senses.

Seng Mi caught the soft body that had fallen down, and covered the back of the head's head with his big hand and gently stroked it. During the physical contact, a strange desire that he had never had before spread from the bottom of his heart. He unconsciously hugged the head like a child. The golden fairy embraced him, his boiling Buddha nature repulsing the dark feelings in his heart.

He lowered his head and glanced at the looming pattern in his hand... It was a Zong Seal—the Zong Seal of the head of the Eastern Sea Conferred God.

Standing in the clouds and mist, Shi Zun was chanting a Buddhist bead in his hands, and his eyes full of Zen were staring at the deep chaos where all the Buddhas could not enter.

He waited for the response from the unknown monk Mi, but what finally greeted him was overwhelming demonic energy, even the chaos couldn't stop the billowing black smoke from raging, killing the Jedi was instantly dyed dark and gloomy by it, causing his face to change slightly, I don't understand what happened in the chaos.

Seng Mi's body was stained with blood, but the blood was not his... but the monster that took the person from him.

It took the devil less than a few hours... to rush from the four states to the West Pole... Too frequently mobilizing his heart and blood to speed up his imperial movements, even his body like a magic soldier was covered with countless tiny particles at this moment Bleeding and cracking.

The tall monster dripping blood in a black robe hugged the little golden fairy wrapped in a red cassock, wisps of Buddha's light were expelled from the sleeping golden fairy's body, crushed into nothingness, Feng Yangye, who woke up for the second time in a short period of time, blinked He glanced at the sleepy eyelids that were difficult to open, and scratched his face in confusion when he felt the familiar aura around him. He didn't know which one was a dream, but he felt extra relieved at this moment: "Twelve..."

The crazy and bloodthirsty expression on the devil's face turned into a warm smile in front of that warm, velvety face, which made people feel soft as the ice melted. Just as he curled the corners of his mouth...

Misidentifying Feng Yangye once made Shui Wufeng unable to forgive himself deep in his heart, losing his Taoist companion... Even if it was only for a few hours, he wanted to cut himself, how could he lose it?How can you not protect him well?

The Buddha's light came over, Chijiri raised his head, and the demonic energy also condensed. The confrontation of the two forces caused the clouds to churn, triggering countless killings, and the lightning and thunder in the chaos were particularly terrifying.

All the damage was done to avoid Feng Yangye, Shui Wufeng tried his best to protect Xianxiu in his arms, and Seng Mi on the opposite side was also more careful in attacking.

The devil quickly discovered the strange behavior of this strange Buddha, and hugged Feng Yangye even tighter.

Sakyamuni, who was watching from the outside, wanted to intervene, but there was nothing he could do. He only had to try to step into this place, and Sha Jie would rush to him. This is the bliss of the Western Paradise, and among all Buddhist practitioners, only the unknown monk Mi will not be killed. Zed attack at the same time.

In the pitch-black chaos, Chijiri itself did not cause too many murders. Shui Wufeng entered this place for the first time and was puzzled by his own speciality, but Seng Mi frowned as he looked at him in confusion.

The two were puzzled by each other, but they did not hold back in their fighting skills. Black and white were fighting each other, and the aura of yin and yang switched back and forth and tore apart.

Feng Yangye woke up a lot at this time, and persistently protected the Taoist companion's chest, blocking Shui Wufeng's heart pulse with his body, the movements were no different from his usual favorite movements, hugging the Taoist companion's neck and lying on him On his shoulder, a hand was lightly covering the back of his heart, no one noticed how tightly he protected his Taoist couple's vital points with this action.

The devil and Seng Midou are evenly matched, and the Buddha's light that rises later occupies half of the chaos. Above the chaos, the scene seen is like black and white Pisces chasing and biting each other, and Yin and Yang restrain each other.

The fighting between the two intensified, and the space where Chaos was located was torn apart, and even the West Paradise Bliss Earthquake moved, and then the power rushed out of Chaos.

"Spirit Lord..." In the middle of the Fuxi Divine Mansion in the ancient fairy garden, another person's murmur suddenly came from Fuxi's body. Asked in a low voice: "Are you still alive?!"

The voice didn't speak, Fuxi's spiritual consciousness washed his body but he couldn't find the soul of that damn Xiaoxiu, the soul that parasitized into the body when he used a junior who ascended to the Golden Immortal to share the punishment of heaven hundreds of years ago, he thought it was early Those who have already been wiped clean, but never thought that this junior is so difficult to deal with, and they have been crushed several times without killing them.

"Our whole family is wiped out and you have not advanced to the spirit master realm... Fuxi...you are nothing but a human emperor in this life..." The ghost, who was nowhere to be found, opened his mouth again and exposed his traces. Force rushed over, and after a painful grunt, the other party disappeared.

The talkative person was gone, and Fuxi's empty eye sockets showed a gloomy emotion, and he could feel that aura...very weakly...the power to control the world...

The power comes from the west... Is the spirit master who is above the rules the Buddha?

How could the old bald donkey who was trapped in the west pole by the catastrophe be promoted to the spiritual master without even daring to face the catastrophe?

The spiritual power was consumed, and the flesh and blood were corroded, and the heart and lungs were as painful as being bitten by beasts and ants. Fuxi clenched his fists, and used the sky-defying formation to pull away more flesh and blood from the surrounding corpses, as well as him. The luck of the junior who was newly promoted to Jinxian.This child's original fate seems to be very good... The moment he absorbed the power, the rot all over his body stopped, maybe this person should grow up again... When this junior is promoted to the highest level of the Golden Immortal, maybe he is really Those who can survive this doom... become the spirit master.

The emperor and Buddha who have surpassed the realm of returning to the original are actually not the pinnacle of cultivation in this world... only the spirit master is...

Because even if the cultivation level is as high as the sky, Shakyamuni is not a Buddha, and Fuxi is not a god... There are rules above them, and there is the so-called destiny.

Practicing and cultivating the mind...they climb step by step, in order to be unfettered, open to the sky and clear, with the sky above the head and the ground under the feet. They are framed in this bondage, and they are all birds in cages.

The spirit lord who became the heaven and earth is inversely numbered and rules the rules. Since the birth of Sizhou Bahai, there has only been one spirit lord, who was born 10 years ago, but the other party fell quickly for unknown reasons, leaving only a ruin at the end of the world. There are no corpses, and the power that made the world sad has only existed for a few hundred years and then disappeared.

Only by becoming a spirit master can a monk be regarded as a free body...and there can only be one spirit master in the world. Once born, the rest of the people who are advancing will not be able to advance to the realm of the spirit master before their fall. contain.

Fuxi silently looked at the countless corpses around him, all of which were his blood... The whole family has not yet survived the punishment of sin and heaven for promotion... He is unwilling to give up his thousands of years of pain... Endowed to the east, watching others become the spirit master, whether it is Shazun or anyone else, whoever becomes the spirit master is a hopeless beginning for him.

He stood up from the deserted shrine, the brocade robe covered his corrupt body, the scattered hair and gouged out eyes did not weaken the majesty of the emperor, and stepped towards the west pole step by step.