In other words, even if Yang Jian continued to harass him, he couldn't prevent Xumo's Dao injuries from healing.

Even if he is fighting here to live or die, he can only barely delay.

The facts are right in front of him, and Yang Jian has his own ability to determine whether the other party has deceived his eyesight, and he can also feel the avenue carried on this pagoda.

The avenue is revealed, the road is complete, and it is a sign of the pinnacle of the saint.

For this almost broken avenue, Yang Jian was more interested in the avenue behind the pagoda that was not revealed.

Suddenly, with extreme speed, the spear once again slashed through a brilliant arc of light and slashed towards Void Mo.

The corners of Xumo's mouth twitched slightly, he hid the pagoda, retreated again, and said again: "Knowing that it is useless, do you still have to waste your efforts?"

"If you don't try, how can you know it's useless, and if you don't have to work hard, how can I cut you?" Yang Jian said in a good time, the offensive failed, holding the spear in his right hand, he put on a forward posture, slowly exhaled turbidity, and the Dao heart was stable again.

Yang Jian said indifferently: "Back then, the Panshen could shatter your avenue, I can't lose the face of my grandfather, and I can't be worse than him." ”

There was a little more anger on Xu Mo's face, but Yang Jian had already rushed forward again.

With a cold snort, the void Moti palm attacked.

In fact, he was also a little jealous of Yang Jian, and he couldn't let Yang Jian and Yunxiao form a joint attack on him, otherwise he would have turned around and chased Yunxiao, and he would not have fought with Yang Jian, a hard stone.

The war resumed, and after half a year of calmness, the sea of Dao Ze fell into turmoil again.

Even if it is difficult to distinguish the winner from the loser, even if he knows that he is desperate, he can only delay the opportunity for the other party to recover, but Yang Jian still has to fight, and he still has to keep fighting with Xumo.

Only in this way will he have more chances to withstand Xumo Dao's attack after his injuries have healed.

Only in this way can Yang Jian sharpen himself and let the Eight or Nine Xuangong find the gap to break through under the pressure of the strongest......

He also wanted a place to test his sword, but unfortunately there was only this dangerous sharpening stone.

"Tsk. ”

Outside the Xuandu City, the ruins of the Black Spirit Country, among the mustard seeds.

Xuandu in his sleep made a soft sound, with a little disgust and helplessness on his expression, but soon regained his sleeping appearance again, snoring endlessly.

He seemed to see a scene that disappointed him, the reflection in the small waterhole in the deepest part of his spiritual platform was no longer a battle between Yunxiao and the strongest subordinates, but a rapid circulation.

From the desolate land and the mutilated Netherworld, he quickly moved to the inside and outside of the Xuandu City, and constantly switched between various places in the Chaos Sea......

Xuandu's dream body, the handsome young man who was originally guarding Yunxiao's side, was flickering all over the Chaos Sea at this time, silently, without any fluctuations.

He seemed to be looking for something.

In fact, a moment ago, he sensed a familiar aura trying to get close to the clouds, and then revealed his own aura and frightened the other party back.

Finally, the young man returned to his original position, 90,000 miles away from the desolate sky, staring at the fighting methods of Yunxiao and Xumo's men.

The angular young man, who was ten times more handsome and dashing than when he was awake, touched his chin and muttered impatiently: "This time he let him run away again, if you send the news over there, it will be a bit troublesome." ”

Then he looked at the clouds over there, and his eyes were a little more gentle.

This damn smile is so sweet.

Back then, when he first mastered the Great Dream Divine Power, Xuandu put a lot of effort into the appearance of his dream body, and then used this body to shuttle through thousands of worlds, going through countless disasters and countless opportunities.

But Xuandu's true body is still the head disciple of the Dao Sect.

The thousands of worlds he has experienced have only been asleep for a few yuanhui, and sometimes a big dream, which has been experienced for hundreds of thousands of years, has only been a few hours since he woke up.

Finally, once he slept for a thousand years, a dream for a thousand years, but in the dream he experienced an incomparably glorious monastic world, and saw this great world burned in the fire of heaven with his own eyes.

Even the destruction of this great world still has a part of his dream body.

The great world is called the primordial, and the later generations call it the 'post-primordial realm'.

In this dream, he had countless Tao numbers, and at the beginning, his name was 'Meng Luo', which was homophonic with 'Dream Fall'.

'Meng Luo' looked down at his palm, his white and slender palm like a woman's palm has a plum blossom in the middle, plum blossoms with six petals, six colors, and six gods......

"It's a while to be able to drag it out for a while, there is always Yang Jian's variable, maybe you can grasp the last glimmer of life. ”

In his sleep, Xuandu's face was helpless and lonely.

Is this retribution?

Who knew that the unscrupulousness and self-indulgence in the dream could sow such bitter fruits as today, but then again, what could he change back then?

At that time, there were nine great stars, suppressed on the vast land of the late primordial period, all living beings died, all saints died, all spirits returned to nothingness, and the great world collapsed in an instant.

The dream body named Meng Luo is not the most dazzling three, and the gap is so stark......

"Eldest sister, what have you done with the power of all beings? Are you really going to resurrect the Eternal God? Why can't I believe ......?"

The young man slowly clenched his fists, a little bitterness crossed his eyes, and then sighed lightly and dispersed his body on his own.

As if it had never existed, and as if it had never existed.

In the grass, the Xuandu Archmage was yawning and stretching his waist to sit up, staring out the window for a moment, and then touching the lip prints left on his neck and chuckling.

"No wonder Yang Jian, this guy messes with his ladies all day long...... Tsk, it just so happened that the junior sister went to fight, and I don't know what Xue Ling's seniors were busy with at this time. ”

Smacking his lips, this Daomen disciple stood up, put on his Taoist robe, and Shi Shiran drove out of here and went to Xuandu City, which was not far away.

......

Underground in the South Ganbu Continent, the existing place on the edge of the Netherworld.

The original Buddha realm was extremely crowded, but the golden pagoda where the King of Jizo Bodhisattva resided was still there, and when he retreated from the South Ganbu Continent, it was also moved to the underground of the South Ganbu Continent, which was far away from the Six Paths of Reincarnation.

On the top floor of the golden pagoda, the white-clothed little monk opened his eyes, the brown divine light in his eyes quickly dissipated, but a few bean-sized sweat appeared on his forehead.

"Bodhisattva, who scared you like this?" Di Ting asked in the side, with a smile in his words.

The white-clothed monk shook his head solemnly, and his eyes showed a look of memory.

"Is it him? Why is he here? Could it be that some of the adults are not worried about me, so they sent him here?"

The little monk in white sat there and thought for a while, then chuckled, got up and walked to the window, staring at the low world with golden light, and listening to the chanting and Zen sounds wafting around outside the golden pagoda.

"This drama is getting more and more interesting, there are only three people gathered here, can it be that the fourth place is still coming at the same time?"

Di Ting reminded: "Bodhisattva, be cautious. ”

The little monk in white turned his head slightly, and looked at Di Ting for a while, and then folded his hands together, with a little smile on the corner of his mouth, and sang a Buddha name.

The smile was a little creepy.

"Where's the truth?"

On the side, the beast stood up and walked slowly to the window, the white-clothed monk jumped on its back, and the four hooves of the beast were filled with clouds and mist, carrying the white-clothed monk out of the golden pagoda.

For a time, there were kneeling figures everywhere in the Buddha realm.

Di Ting asked, "Bodhisattva, where are you going?"

King Jizo said softly: "Go and visit the two saints and ask about the follow-up war of the flood famine. ”

"Yes. Di heard the sound and sped towards the capital city that was tens of thousands of miles away.

In just a moment, the divine beast flew to the capital city, and three of the ten palace Yan monarchs went out to greet them, and went to the land of the Great Virtue.

Previously, in order to cover the retreat of the underworld, the Buddha realm lost nearly half of the Buddhist soldiers, and the masters above Daluo were also killed and wounded, and the people in the underworld no longer mentioned the fact that the Buddhism almost broke through the underworld.

Now that the king of Jizo is here, it is still to discuss the great affairs of the flood and famine, and the land of the great virtue cannot be avoided.

The two saints sat in the temple, with two layers of curtains hanging in front of them, and the demeanor of the saints could not be easily revealed.

In fact, the so-called big thing is just that the king of Jizo came to ask what to do next.

After seeing the two saints Niangniang, Houtu and Nuwa, the king of Jizo looked up after sitting on the Buddha ceremony, and Houtu ordered someone to move the seat.

King Jizo groaned a few times, appropriately showing a little dazed and worried about the future of the flood famine, which was perfectly in line with his cultivation and identity in Buddhism revealed at this time.

Di Ting lay behind King Jizo and flicked his tail lazily and gently.

"Two Niangniang, the little monk has no intention of practicing recently, but he just came to ask, I don't know when we can counterattack......"

"It's too early to counterattack," Hou Tu said softly, "Now that all the monks in the Flood Desolation are tired, they should rest and recuperate after a long battle, and improve their realm." ”

Nuwa also said: "Daoist friends don't need to be anxious, Sanqing Daoists have a full plan, we will definitely be able to recapture the land of Wubu Continent." ”

"Oh?" King Jizo showed a little joy on his face, and hurriedly asked: "I don't know what kind of calculation, can you explain it to the little monk? If you can't speak, it doesn't matter, the little monk is just a little happy in his heart, and he doesn't need to know this, just listen to the holy order." ”

The two saints glanced at each other, also in order to stabilize the Buddha realm, Nuwa Niangniang said: "The specific calculation is only known to a few Taoist friends, and we just heard from them about it." For example, the place where the sword was tested is said to have achieved good results. ”

Where to test the sword?

King Jizo smiled, "Where to test the sword?

Hou Tu said: "There are also disciples of the Buddha Sect who practice in the land of sword testing, doesn't the King of Jizo know?"

"I have never heard of this from the World-Honored One. ”

"That's actually just to help the rising stars of the flood famine to practice, borrowing the mysteries of the Chaos Bell to give them more time to improve themselves and deal with future wars. ”

Hou Tu spoke, and there was an inexplicable cloud in his heart, as if there was something wrong with what he had just said.

"The sage thinks about taking it seriously," King Jizo said with a smile, "If I have the opportunity, I would also like to go there and experience it, but the Buddha realm is complicated, and I am afraid it will be difficult to make it." ”

"The Dharma of the King of Jizo is profound, and I am afraid that it will be difficult to gain anything if I go to the place where I try my sword," Nuwa Niangniang said, "That is just a place for the disciples to improve their cultivation." ”

King Jizo smiled and nodded, leading the conversation to the side.

After a few words of greeting and a moment of conversation, the king of Jizo got up and took his leave, and the two saints also sealed the main hall with a large array, continuing their previous retreat and practice.

Di Ting flew slowly against the low sky of the underworld, and the King of Jizo sat cross-legged on the back of the divine beast, his eyes revealing a bit of playfulness.

"The place to try the sword? sounds interesting, but I'll have to see it another day. ”

"Bodhisattva, don't move around, for fear of exposing yourself. ”

"The cultivation has been restored, what is there to fear in this seat?"

"Yang Jian. Di Ting spat out these two simple words.

"Okay, if you continue to stay here and practice, this void is really like waste, and it's really annoying. ”

The white-clothed monk snorted lightly, not hiding the contempt on his face at all, but when he thought of the battle between Yang Jian and Xumo that he had seen during the fugue before, and seeing that Yang Jian could actually pierce the Dao body of the strongest man with one shot, the corners of his mouth couldn't help but twitch slightly......

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