The silver moonlight shone on the golden wheat fields, and the fireflies twinkled on the edge of the pond and swamp, reflecting on the black water, as if they were shining with the stars.

A white figure slid across the black water, silent as if it were a ghost, and even the fireflies were not alarmed.

She walked through the wheat fields in the middle of summer, the air was filled with the smell of harvest, she did not understand the war of the cultivators, and as long as she could live, mortals lived their lives year after year.

Her pale slender hand swept across the sharp wheat, and she always looked up at the sky, her ethereal eyes looking up at the sky for a moment, as if she wanted to count the number of stars, as if seeking an answer.

Wow!

A refreshing summer breeze swept by, the wheat waves undulated, and the long seaweed-like hair fluttered behind him.

The spark of the stars, far away in the sky, has no answer.

So he looked at the village in the distance. The golden wheat pierced the fingertips, dropped a drop of blood, turned into a pale spark and fell into the wheat field, spreading silently.

In the blink of an eye, the undulating wheat waves turned into a sea of fire.

The wheat field does not burn, but loses its color, becomes pale, and no longer has a trace of life, and returns to absolute silence.

The white fire passed through the pond, and the scattered fireflies also dimmed, falling into the black water, waving a little ripple.

The fire was burned, like a raging night wind, spreading over mountains and rivers, crossing rivers, and passing through villages and towns.

In the quiet village, the sleeping child didn't know what kind of sweet dream he was having, pursed his lips, and turned over. The pale flame touched his forehead lightly, and he melted into the fire.

Old town. The old man who was dying, suffering from illness and suffering, could not sleep, and longed for the continuation of life more and more. Pale fire was reflected in the cloudy eyes, and the pain quickly disappeared, turning into a light fire along with life.

In the solid city, the Qinglou Chu Pavilion is doing a night of singing, the lights are brilliant, the chips are staggered, and the silk and bamboo orchestra strings. Drunk and scolding. Tireless.

The beggars outside the door cowered and looked at the high rollers coming in and out, wanting to step forward but not daring, wanting to retreat but reluctant, dodging between light and shadow. Unconsciously. This life is exhausted.

Pale flames poured in and out. The lights are still brilliant, the laughter is still in the ears, but the song has ended.

Pale wheat in the middle of a field. She turned her waist, her clothes fluttered, her steps were light, her gestures changed, and she controlled the fire of the prairie like an indulgent dance, only the stars were opposite.

Men and women, wise and foolish, good and evil, rich and poor, hopeless, painful and joyful......

In this way, there was a difference between clouds and mud, but now they are all equal in this dance.

However, all living beings are not equal, even in the face of death, there are always cultivators who refuse to accept their fate, who want to transcend all living beings, occupy the blessed land of famous mountains, set up a large array, stabilize the mountain gate, and the pale flames cannot invade.

She stood in the silver moonlight, turning and raising her arms, the bell ringing, her black hair fluttering, and the rosary flying away, disappearing beyond the mountains.

With a twist of thought, the sword light soared, twisted and turned, and disappeared into the void.

So the mountain gate was broken, the great battle was killed, and all living beings were destroyed.

When the East is faint, there is no living creature in a radius of thousands of miles, whether it is the tiniest insect ant or the most powerful cultivator.

In the distant villages, no smoke rises, and no chickens and dogs bark. The city farther away became empty, and all of them remained as if nothing had happened.

The stars faded, the dance stopped, and the flames rolled back.

The crack in the white bones, healed inch by inch, raised his wrist, and there was an extra rosary on it.

"Zhu Yan White Bone Dao" faint and breakthrough signs, this is the first time she has practiced the purpose of "Zhu Yan White Bone Dao" since she began to practice it, and it is also the first vow - boundless beings vow to kill!

It seems to have freed the invisible shackles, and the effect is unexpected.

The sea does not choose a trickle, so it can become its depth.

Just as mortal flesh and soul cannot be compared with cultivators, the number is much larger, and it is much easier to kill. And there is also a spirit in the grass and trees, every bit is insignificant, but it can turn into a spark and merge into a prairie fire.

Perhaps this is the true way of bones.

In the clear blue sky, a black dragon ship crossed the sky, "Yongzhou Mu" overlooked the thousands of miles of red land below, and when he received the message, he couldn't believe it, but at this time he had to believe it, gritted his teeth and said: "Buddha enemy!"

All the lords behind him were silent, unable to believe that this was something that a cultivator could do, this was no longer a slaughter, but an extermination.

The former Flying Locust King also turned Qingzhou upside down, devouring countless living beings. But it was a long time of preparation, and it snowballed to expand the swarm. Even after the swarm grows in size, it is impossible to turn thousands of miles into red ground overnight.

The Flying Locust King himself did not dare to show up lightly, the great monks could kill tens of millions of locusts with a raise of their hands, no matter how severe the disaster was, it would be difficult to threaten them, and ordinary cultivators also had the power to protect themselves. But at this time, even they felt deeply threatened.

A senior monk hesitated and said: "Your Majesty, I heard that Zuo Guoshi led twenty monks and kings, and the ambush and sneak attack failed to kill this Buddha enemy, we ......."

"As a Yongzhou pastor, how can I ignore it. Look, she's right there, fellow Daoists, let's get ready to make a move! I heard that she seems to be injured, this may be a chance, the only chance. ”

She looked at the flying black ship from afar, and was about to move, when a tender green bud grew out and grew into a banyan tree, the branches swayed, the leaves swayed, and the sad face of the big banyan king emerged from the trunk: "Stop! Xiao An, I beg you, you are the enemy of the world!"

Even though he had unprecedented deductions, he still underestimated her terribleness. This flame is literally born for extinction, destroying all living and dead. Her threat to this world is by no means below the Hungry Ghost Dao and the Demon Domain, and it is even more direct and deadly.

This is the path of "Zhu Yan White Bone Road", and the samadhi white bone fire burns out the three thousand worlds. In the past, it was only because of Li Qingshan's existence that the influence of the White Bone Bodhisattva was greatly neutralized, so that she had never used its power like this.

"Enemies?"

She stared slightly, and with a wave of "killing the Buddha", the big tree collapsed, burned and withered.

The heavens and the earth shook slightly, as if a silent restraint had been torn, so there was no scruples.

In the towering city of Wuzhou, a hundred-foot-long wound suddenly opened on the big banyan tree, and the sap rolled and flowed like blood.

Even if he is the god of half the world and controls the power of heaven and earth, he can't make this wound heal, this is a sword that the poor demon gods must guard against.

By the time the Black Dragon King of Yongzhou Mu arrived, she had disappeared. The monks all breathed a sigh of relief.

Yongzhou Mu said in a deep voice: "Ask Longzhou for help!" (to be continued......