Bodhi

The movement on the ground, even under the deep abyss, felt a violent shock. The gate of the kingdom of the underworld was almost completely opened, and endless waves of ghosts surged like a sea, gushing from the upper world to the underworld. Time can't bear so many tragic death souls, and there are even many overflowing from it, wandering around the underground world, wanting to take the opportunity to escape from the human world.

"Get out!" Li Yuan frowned, and the violent dragon's chant resounded in all directions, immediately crushing several ghosts into thin air, and howling, they were reborn back to the kingdom of the underworld.

The shapes of those ghosts are all kinds of strange, most of them are monster races who have not yet cultivated human body. Judging from the number of their deaths, although it is not as good as the competition, it is also very scary.

Li Yuan exhaled violently, and then sensed the breath of chaos escaping from the sky and the earth, and faint thunderclaps infiltrated from the cracks in the rocks and soil, spreading throughout the kingdom of the dead—obviously, Xi He didn't know For some reason, lost control of the sun.

The road in front of him was dark and thick with thick fog, and any place where there was any light was firmly covered, so that outsiders could not see a glimmer of life.

Li Yuan ruthlessly tugged at the golden light that restrained him, sat up from the dark ground, and pulled the Kunwuque by his waist with the other hand, unsheathed half of Fengruohantan's blade, and stabbed it in his palm. There was a wound more than two inches long, and immediately, red blood glistening with golden light flowed from the palm of his palm. Li Yuan slapped Kunwuque into the scabbard with his backhand, squeezed the wound that would soon heal, and splashed it on the ground. A star river with colorful stars and halos flowing.

In addition to divination and gossip, understanding heart sounds, looking up at astronomy, and looking down at geography, the immortal's divination skills are to use the body to communicate with the Dao.Now he is in the underworld, he has neither tortoise shell and yarrow, nor can he see the splendor of a silver man. He can only cut his palm and use blood to explore the unknown distance.

Li Yuan's thin lips moved slightly, deducing cause and effect in his heart, and the golden stars in the blood river seemed to give birth to their own consciousness, slowly merging and colliding with the round trajectory, and then separated, wandering, and sailed to different directions.

The starlight in the river fluctuated, and a giant tree with luxuriant branches gradually spread out in the darkness. Li Yuan's forehead was already slightly sweaty, and the speed of pinching calculations became faster and faster.However, just when those growing golden spots were about to gather at the very top, Li Yuan let go of his fingers like lightning, and dodged his body back, only to see the golden blood all over the ground burst into flames, burning a piece of flame in the open space. Burning Mars.

...His questioning was forcibly interrupted by an invisible external force.

Li Yuan's eyes were heavy, staring at the star map in front of him that would soon be completely burned. At this moment, a crystal clear and cold snowflake floated from nowhere, fluttering up and down in the thin light of the remnant flames, passing by Li Yuan. The side of his face melted silently into the darkness.

"... Queen Mother of the West?" He seemed to have sensed it, and looked forward.

But no one answered him anymore, all he could hear was the sound of thunder in mid-air, and the turbulent souls rushing into the sulfur fire and dense fog in an endless stream.

The only thing he is worried about now is Bodhi's safety...

The chaos is out of balance, what will happen in the upper world, everything is unknown, how dare he let Bodhi be alone, how can he let him face all this alone?

Li Yuan's expression was as firm as a rock, he slowly stood up straight, took a deep breath, revealed the sharp dragon horns on his forehead, and the dragon pupils flowed like the hottest magma in the world!

At this time, Su Xuechan, who was in prison, didn't know what amazing decision Li Yuan had made in Huangquan. He stared at the window half as tall as a man, his lips trembling, but he didn't know what to say.

Xi He was pierced through the heart by an arrow, while the Queen Mother of the West used the Kunlun to protect the sun, but was punished by the sky thunder, and died...

What is this for?He was also confused.Now the land is full of devastation, wars are everywhere, and countless monsters have been killed or injured. Although Xi He who caused all this is not dead, he is still seriously injured and cannot be cured. If everything is messed up and destroyed like this, can it be as Feng Beihun intended?

Whether it was the feast in Yaochi in the previous life or this life, Su Xuechan saw Queen Mother of the West more than once.No matter when, this supreme goddess always sits in a high position, gently stroking the fur of a tiger and leopard under her seat with her pale and slender palms, her eyes are high and wide, looking at the boundless world.How could such a god die at such an inexplicable moment just because he prevented the Golden Crow from falling?

"I know..." Su Xuechan was no longer angry, the successive deaths in his sight almost drowned him out and crushed him, now, in addition to sorrow, there was also a trace of dazed fear in his heart, lingering blankly In his mind, he closed his eyes and nodded wearily, "I finally know..."

He sighed lightly and slowly, a tear fell down his eye socket unexpectedly, and seeped from the corner of his slightly parted mouth, even making him vaguely taste the salty bitterness, "You...you lied to me ...What Nan Kehai, what karmic reincarnation, what has happened can't be changed...You just don't want me to change it according to my own will..."

As he spoke, he suddenly stood up staggeringly, leaning on Mr. Liuzhao in the rippling ink, staggered forward a few steps, and finally knelt down in front of the window that Emperor Hongshi opened for him with a plop.

"Is it you, Your Majesty, who blindfolded Xi He so that she could not see Wang Shu's death?"

If there were any remnants of the gods in golden armor left outside the temple, they would definitely think that Su Xuechan's self-talking question was questioning Emperor Hongshi. However, only he and that saint who is everywhere and knows everything I understand who he is asking this sentence.

"Anger burned her sanity, and made her ignore the danger... You mean that it is God's will, how can she live if God let Xi He die? But Queen Mother Xi went against the sky and blocked a fatal blow for Xi He." hit, so the dead person becomes the Queen Mother of the West...isn't it?"

Su Xuechan laughed, everything around was silent, only the window in front of him was still reflecting the chaotic scenes and bustling voices of the lower world, "Emperor Hong's selfishness, Xihe's weakness, Wangshu's kindness... even Feng Bei Lie's work is scheming, vicious and ruthless, Li Yuan's love, my fate...all within your control and design, poor Feng Bei Lie, who thought he was the mantis queen cicada, but he didn't know the mantis on the treetop The squirrel stands taller than him, sees farther than him..."

The golden palace that was destroyed by Feng Beilie was empty, and even the echo of the lingering sound seemed empty and lonely. He stopped laughing, just stared at the picture of the lower realm, and said in a low voice: "...then come, Your Majesty. Look at me Can the life of this chess piece, Li Yuan's life, be manipulated by you!"

In the lower realm, all the golden immortals around Kunlun lowered their eyes and mourned for the departure of the Queen Mother of the West for a moment. Jumang's expression was low. The friendship of colleagues, can't help saying: "Your Majesty, the road of life and death, even immortals cannot avoid it..."

"What Mangshen said is true." The silver-haired and white-clothed winter god Xuanming also said that this spring and winter implied the true meaning of the changes in the four seasons of reincarnation, and they were also worried that the Dihong family would fall into demons, so they said, " Dropping water into the vast sea, blowing breath into the gale—from life to death...it's just a journey with a doomed end."

Di Hongshi's palms trembled slightly, and he looked up at the gray cloud billowing sky in the distance, without saying a word, he finally let go of the heavy cloth stained with blood in his hands.

"The top priority right now is to rebuild the land and comfort the monster race..."

"—Isn't your top priority now really not self-protection?"

Su Xuechan raised his eyes suddenly, and all the immortals turned around in surprise, not for anything else, but the voice was so familiar, even to the point of being disgusting!

Feng Beilie had his hands in his sleeves, his robe was flying, and he was carrying a large bow with murderous intent on his back. Yu Lansang was dressed in purple and stood beside him expressionlessly.

After the Battle of Chasing the Deer, this was the first time Master Feng Boyu was able to stand together and face the Nine Heavens Golden Immortal blatantly!

On the ground where sparks start a prairie fire, many Dongyi people who are as small as mosquitoes and densely packed have come out one after another.

The seal of the God of Heaven in Dihong's hands was running rapidly, and all the magic weapons of the immortals were also raised high, aiming at the two people who looked calm and calm as usual, "The defeated thief dared to come to die in front of Gu in a grand manner!"

"Is that really the case?" Yan Yan said with a smile on Feng Beilie's face, even though the magic weapon that was shining in the sky and lingering in purple air was powerful enough to crush him and the Yulan mulberry beside him hundreds of times, he still couldn't see the slightest bit of innocence in him. Frightened, in the intertwined web of spiritual light, he raised his eyes lightly, and glanced at the bleak and dim sun on Taixu.

"The moon god passed away, and the sun god was seriously injured..." The corners of his lips curled into a gentle arc, "The two sky patrollers who mastered the power of chaos have failed in succession. Why do I dare to appear here in an open manner? Do you really think so?" Don't know?"

"Even if the chaos is out of balance, what can you use to fight against God's will?" Zhu Rong was burning with fire in his hands, staring at the two people below with cold eyes, "Sure enough, the death of the Moon God is related to you!"

Feng Beilie nodded in boredom, and said: "Poor thing, you still can't wake up. Why don't you ask the majesty standing behind you, since you know that the death of the moon god is related to us, why do you want to imprison Ying Long?" Lock the bodhi wood in your own map of mountains and rivers?"

"Stop gossip!" Di Hong suddenly yelled, and Feng Tian Shen's seal was as heavy as Mount Tai, and pressed himself on the North Hunting Item, "Now that things are going on, I still want to sow discord and speak out sophistry!"

The wind and the wind turned into two separate cyclones. Not only did Dihong's attack not hurt Feng Beilie and Yu Lansang's half hair, but it crushed many Dongyi people on the ground to death. Blood smeared the wilderness drippingly.

"If you are just ordinary cultivators, that's fine. It's a pity..." Yu Lansang's body turned into water, swaying freely in mid-air, and said indifferently, "You are all certified golden immortals, and power comes from all things in nature fairy."

"—The power obtained from heaven and earth will naturally ebb and flow according to the rise and fall of Kunyu," Feng Beilie's limbs turned into wind, and then laughed, "Your Majesty, do you think you can hold the bodhi tree in your hand? Can it help you escape a catastrophe and prevent my king from returning? Look at you now, do you feel that it is a bit laborious to even use your divine power?"

"We will never forget the sinful karma of blood debt!"

Qiqi let out a long howl, just like thunder exploded all over the field, and thousands of roads galloped into flames.The power of chaos between heaven and earth spun wildly at this moment, like a vortex in the sky, leading from the sky to the world!

"What..." Before Dihong's unbelievable questioning came out, he saw a huge formation blooming light from under Kunyu. The flying light belt was like an aurora seeping from the ground, with the suspended Kunlun Jade Mountain as the center, growing wildly , Connecting, as if thousands of seas poured down, the galaxy collapsed, there were vast halos everywhere, and there were singing singing all over the wild everywhere, only to see the earth crack open, and twelve dark figures flew out!

"This little dispute caused by Xihe is not enough to wake up my king, but it is more than enough to wake up the twelve witches in Jiuli in the past..."

Su Xuechan opened his eyes wide, staring at the twelve dry and thin human figures whose faces could not be seen clearly.

... The Twelve Witches are actually the Twelve Witches who sacrificed their lives to save Jiuli's blood in the competition!

At this time, I saw the twelve great witches in black robes raised their arms high, scattered evenly in the center of the formation, and surrounded hundreds of immortals in the center.The sea of ​​light is colorful, clearly illuminating their bare|exposed arms. The complicated and old tattoos on them are like flowing demonic flames. The moment they were recalled back to the earth, they seemed to have known their mission. Needing orders and no guidance, these ephemeral undead spontaneously paved a way for those who summoned them.

The twelve great witches of Jiuli used to be a legend that has been widely circulated throughout the prehistoric world. Even if they were mortal, they could still communicate with ghosts and gods. A handful of herbs can open the door between the world and the underworld— — Now, Feng Beilie recalled the Twelve Witches to the mortal world, what can they do?

The Twelve Witches opened their mouths slowly, and the singing was extremely noisy, as if at this moment, there were countless people walking and talking under this sea of ​​light, but at the same time, the singing was orderly, every tone was tightly knit together , It is a round piece of cast iron, and it is also a cowbell held by a girl in her hand. When it is shaken gently, it can send out endless vibrations in the unobstructed mountains and rivers.

The shamans of Jiuli firmly believe that language and characters are the way to express the soul, and rhythm is an effective means of connecting language and characters to communicate with unknown gods and Buddhas.Su Xuechan had only heard this kind of singing once in his previous life. At that time, Feng Beilie was the only one who sang it, but now, there are twelve masters of sorcery...

Just when Su Xuechan was very worried, he suddenly found that the map of mountains, rivers and communities under his feet was trembling slightly.

... No, not only the map of mountains and rivers, but the entire palace, the endless sea of ​​clouds outside the palace, and even the entire Yujing are shaking uncontrollably!

What happened?

When he rushed to the window to look again, he could only hear the singing coming from inside, the rest was submerged by a vast white light, and he couldn't see anything.

Suddenly, a loud noise exploded from the sky above the entire Yujing, scaring Su Xuechan into a yell. As soon as his palm subconsciously grasped Liu Zhaojun's sword hilt, an earth-shaking upside down feeling came from under his feet, and the palace couldn't help sinking and falling. , turning wildly in the sky, Su Xuechan also rolled and flew around in the picture of mountains and rivers, and was suddenly hit by something hard in the stomach, and almost vomited bile.

"What's going on... What's going on!" Su Xuechan yelled intermittently, not caring that no one would answer him, "Why on earth...!"

While speaking, he was hit by a lot of rocks on his chest, back, arms and forehead. Although the map of mountains, rivers and villages is an illusion of ink and wash, it is an artifact with a strong background after all, and the scenery in it is all touchable entities , Su Xuechan was dizzy and couldn't dodge in time. Through the two knocking doors of Emperor Hong's bedroom, he saw the scene outside kept changing rapidly. Constantly collapsing and cracking.The once resplendent and resplendent Yujing was like a low-quality toy that was held by a giant palm and thrown around.

The huge explosion and the splashing of jade and gold were deafening, more frightening than the sound of a thousand thunderbolts combined, but even in such a chaotic situation, Su Xuechan could still hear it. The half-discovered chants are mysterious and unfathomable until death.

I don't know how long it took, maybe a hundred years, maybe just a moment, the movement that was enough to turn mountains and seas upside down finally stopped.

Su Xuechan had a splitting headache, his whole body was bruised and bruised, and he collapsed in a pile of broken ink stones.At this moment, even the map of Shanhe Sheji is a scene of broken rivers and collapsed mountains and rivers, not to mention the outside world.

The chants like maggots attached to the bones before could no longer be heard.

He tried his best to prop up his body, groped around in the chaotic rocks, and finally touched Mr. Liu Zhao who was buried obliquely inside. After pulling it out, he made it a temporary crutch, and stood up leaning on it.

In the distance, the open window was still dutifully shining with light. Seeing this, Su Xuechan hurriedly limped over, kicked away many broken stones, bypassed many rivers and streams, and finally came to the front. To be able to explore the outside world.

It's okay if you don't look at it, but at a glance, Su Xuechan almost thought he was dreaming—yes, he was dreaming a ridiculous dream, if it wasn't in the dream, how could he see this scene of indiscriminate heaven and earth!

The wilderness has almost turned into a twisted and complicated melting pot, and the earth has become something soft and pushable. Rather than saying that it is a solid ground, it is better to say that it is just a thick piece that can be shaped into various shapes at will. The carpet, right now, is being pushed steeply by a pair of invisible giant hands, as if it is going straight into the sky; but the place next to the fertile soil, which should be mountains, rivers, lakes and seas, is pulling a glimpse of the endless sea of ​​clouds And Changfeng, the Nine Heavens Yujing where he himself is, hangs upside down above those clouds!

... Is this the real power that can reverse Chaos?

Wait, Su Xuechan suddenly realized, if the chaos is reversed, what about the Dihong family, where did those immortals go?