"But in terms of the Tao, it is just one of them. Since that's the case, why should I wait until the Shennong's hundred herbs are reduced to zero and the state is complete before taking action?"

"Hiss gaga--"

...

Bang bang bang bang bang bang!

The sword corridor chain was completely interrupted by Shen Yi and several sticks.

The last blow was heavily slashed on the Sword Tower, breaking through the time and space flow, and hitting the Holy Spirit Continent plane.

“Long…”

Until the space is closed quickly, people in the five realms can also feel it. The last side of the sword tower clearly swelled up suddenly.

There seemed to be a terrifying explosion sound inside, and there was a heart-wrenching roar that could no longer hear the content.

There is no doubt that the nine-colored fire lotus exploded in the sword tower!

All the positive damage will inevitably be eaten by the greedy Demon Ancestor alone, and only the aftermath will spread...

Even the closed protection of the Jianlou building was separated by the Jianlou building, and almost shattered most of the Northern Region with a bang.

There is no protection or repair power here.

For a moment, people who were wandering around were like natural disasters. Under the aftermath of this explosion, they could not even wail and died in an instant.

"Amitabha."

God also stood by the overlord, sat cross-legged, and a sound of repentance sounded in his mind.

The golden color covered the entire world. He entered the spiritual space, shook his head slightly, and looked at the resentful Buddha on the golden lotus platform opposite:

"I have controlled the battlefield as much as possible within the ghost Buddha realm. It is impossible to fight with the Demon Ancestor without any harm to the innocent."

There are resentment, and they put their palms together, their heads lowered and their sang the scriptures silently, and they were used as a salvation for the innocent.

The stronger the explosion of Shen Yi, the faster the power on his body will be consumed.

At this moment, it was like a candle in the wind, with only a glimmer of light remaining on the body, and the oil was clear and the lamp was gone.

After a moment, there was a grudge raised his head and his body was disillusioned.

"I have borrowed all my strength. It's time to say goodbye."

"Um."

"The Nine-Colored Fire Lotus may seriously damage the body and spirit of the Demon Ancestor, but the fetal mother coffin is also in the sword tower, which can protect him from death... The power of my monk is ultimately not as good as the Demon Ancestor."

"You tried your best."

"The Exhaust Dao Xuanji is one of the three soldiers of the Holy Ancestor. It is responsible for fighting, but its combat power is far below the overlord. Remember to pick it up and hand it over to Daoqiongcang or Xu Xiaoshou. They may have a way to deal with it."

"I remember."

"The ancestor of medicine has returned to zero. If you want to use the Yin of the Seizure as the seed and plant the new heaven realm, there will be another new round of bloody storm. If possible... let's first pass away the Yin of the Seizure, and explore the variables, all of them will be evil. Those who are desperate will have many evil thoughts."

"good."

"The stupa is overturned to suppress the body of the Demon Ancestor. For thirty years, I have become assimilated with the devil's thoughts. I roughly learned that his intention is to revive the Holy Ancestor and annex and return to zero. There are two variables. One is the source crystal of Guizhe Holy Mountain, which has been lost now. You might as well go to the Holy Palace of Siling Mountain. The Demon Ancestor may use the purple pet of the gods as a sacrifice to give birth to the Holy Ancestor."

"If you can hurry, I'll go up the mountain to see what happened."

The Buddha opened his mouth and finally closed it again.

It seemed like there was still a lot of things to say, but when I thought about everything in this world, even if I stopped, I could not leave it all to God.

After a pause, he spoke again:

"The downing pagoda has become a world of its own, and has helped you connect with Xu Xiaoshou's intention. This person is smart, selfish, and trustworthy, but he is also trustworthy."

"You two can be chatty in the tower. If you are confused, you can ask this person all afterwards."

Another cease, there was a change of complaints:

"If the Holy Slave failed in the end, and the second ancestor of the Potion was defeated, and Xu Xiaoshou was martyred by Ming, then you can ask Qiongcang."

"Daoqiong's heart is towards the great Tao, with a versatile and versatile body, and is very passionate in the world, but he is a person who values ​​love and righteousness. I once gave the Angry Immortal to him, and he will help you."

Shen Yi shook his head: "I and that guy are not the same person after all, so it's better not to mention this one."

Silence with resentment.

After a long time of silence, the glimmer of light on his body was almost gone.

Even the entire human figure was completely transparent, as if it was about to shatter when the wind blew.

God couldn't help but frown and said, "All the worlds are people. Do you have any wishes? You and I are here, but it's okay to say it."

The Buddha was slightly surprised when he was resentful, as if he was considering himself.

However, after thinking for a moment, I just sighed and continued to preach:

"I am born with the destiny of the ancestor god, and is not controlled by the demon ancestor. After sitting down, I will leave behind golden relics, and people in the world will flock to it."

"At that time, if the waves of the world are peaceful, I think the donor has the ability to prove the truth and enthrone his ancestors, and I beg me to send the relics of the monk to the Buddha Sect of the Western Regions to the senior brother Youxi, or his descendants, and they will have a proper way to deal with it."

"If there was still constant war at that time, please don't refuse. The relics of my monk can still help you, Amitabha."

After the last sentence, the Buddha resented him to sit upright on the golden lotus platform, put his hands together in front of his chest, and slowly closed his eyes.

God also paused for a long time this time.

It was not until he carefully remembered the figure before him that he could not see clearly that he threw it out with a decisive sound:

"good."

There was a resentment from the Buddha that turned into golden spots and disappeared.

God also opened his eyes and could see clearly that the power that was not owned by his body, which was interwoven by Buddha nature and vows, turned into golden rays of light and moved with the wind.

He spread his hands and a golden relics were added to his palm, which were all natural.

“Huhu…”

The wind remains.

The wind in the northern region is often mixed with snow and whistles.

On the dilapidated land after the war, only the overlords stuck on the ground are now left, and everything is even more desolate.

Shen also held the relics in his palm tightly, looked up from afar, and seemed to be able to see the scene when everyone met more than 30 years ago.

"Two donors, let it go..."

The handsome little monk, who was born in a very handsome manner, pressed himself down with a Buddhist string in one hand, grabbed the scriptures with the other, and broke up Cao Yihan.

He was sandwiched between two burly men, looking up at the two of them, but he didn't even look at them, stubbornly speaking the Dharma that he could not hear at all at that time.

"What did he say at that time?"

God also acts in contemplation, but hard thinking is fruitless.

As I thought about it, the corners of my lips slightly raised, and suddenly the wind and snow hit me, but I felt sad.

He gave up thinking, lowered his head and stared at the golden relics.

He clearly practiced the "war" method of ancient martial arts warfare ancestors, but at this moment, his mood relaxed and seemed to touch another word:

"like……"

The god was also slightly shocked, not knowing where the perception came from.

He subconsciously scratched his head with his big hands, but his movements were stagnant.

It is obvious that the power brought by resentment should have left with his sitting position. When he scratched his head, he could still feel a few irritating points.

"Huhh!"

The wind and snow are as old as before.

It seems that everything has not changed, but it seems that everything has changed a lot.

The god also turned out the inverted pagoda with his left hand, and put the relics on his right hand, and stood there in place, and looked back suddenly.

He looked at the Overlord.

But at this moment, I clearly saw a golden wish flowing above the overlord, and an illusory and hazy figure transformed from the void behind it.

He sat high on the golden lotus platform, holding the tower with one hand and twisting the tricks with the other hand, brows on the eyebrows are vermilion, and the treasure is solemn. He chanted old scriptures and told all the paranoid seekers from ancient times to the present:

"All conditioned phenomena are like dreams and bubbles."
Chapter completed!