The Primordial Evil Ape got up weakly, swallowed a pill given by Lu Chen, and then gave another horror. It found that its spiritual sea had widened a lot. This may have been caused by the baptism of enormous spiritual power. Its spirit sea has become unfathomable.

Despite this, the Primordial Fierce Ape still did not dare to approach this colorful **** plate again. It was too thrilling just now, and he almost gave his life here. Fortunately, these two human friends helped. Taikoo Singing Ape slandered in his heart: "I'll use this Lanling Road less in the future, he may not be so useless."

Although the Primordial Evil Ape got out of trouble, he saw that the colorful **** stone was still absorbing the spiritual power of the whale sucking cow drink. Lu Chen didn't feel sorry for the spirit stone, but increased his efforts to make the entire colorful **** platform shine.

At this time, a strange breath spread from the Wucai Shentai. This breath was unfamiliar and dangerous. It was something that Lu Chen had never felt before. This was the breath from outside the territory.

Evil, fear, spread in this space, and when this breath poured out from the colorful **** stone like a flood, the black mist in the sky turned into huge bats, swooping down, directly on the colorful **** platform It exploded and turned into strands of black smoke, which was absorbed by the colorful **** platform.

Because the black fog in the air is a kind of energy left by the dark demons once held here. After observing for a period of time, Lu Chen discovered that although this energy body had some autonomous consciousness, it would not actively attack people, and this energy seemed to be a natural help to the operation of the Wucai Shentai.

At this time, a series of black beating symbols appeared over the Wucai Shentai. Lu Chen looked at it intently, and felt that it did not look like some kind of symbol, but rather a kind of text, a text from outside the domain.

"This should be a foreign language, Lanling Dao, do you understand what this is?" Lu Chen asked.

Lan Lingdao shook his head and smiled bitterly: "I don't know how to activate the spider eye. I still need to know the characters outside the domain."

After the Wucai Shentai flickered for a while, dozens of words appeared in the air. There was no doubt that Lu Chen didn't recognize every word here.

"No, I seem to have seen this kind of words somewhere." Lu Chen suddenly remembered that there were similar words on the wall of the Mad Swordsman Inheritance Hall. At that time, Lu Chen also encountered a woman, who gave it to Lu. Dust a bead.

But what can I do if I have seen it, I still can't interpret the meaning of this text.

"I think this text represents the position. These words cover the entire disk, and only a few places are not covered by text, indicating that there is no dark magic channel in these places." Lan Ling said.

"So this Wucai Shentai is actually a map of the Tongtian Sect. Our current location should be in the center." Lu Chen pointed to the red light spot in the center of the Wucai Shentai.

This light spot represents the location of Lu Chen’s current location, which is the spider’s eye, which looks like a huge spider web from the overall structure.

There are countless points of light on the entire sacred platform, an eye-shaped light point is in the center of the entire disk, and Lu Chen and the others are in this position. Lu Chen scanned the entire disk, and there was a spot of light in the east direction that attracted Lu Chen's attention.

That was a large hall. If Lu Chen remembered it correctly, it should be the Hall of All Living Beings that he had already visited. Lu Chen was transported here from the Hall of All Living Beings.

Lu Chen saw another light spot, which looked like a towering door. Lu Chen pointed at the light spot and said, "We came in from this position, but the strange thing is why the Temple of All Life is in the east. Should it be north?"

As a result, the entire orientation has problems. They obviously moved straight from south to north, but they came to the east.

This made Lu Chen puzzled, Lan Ling Dao was helpless, and the Primordial Ape could only stare beside him.

"We might as well go out first. I always feel uneasy. The one that I counted before is a big evil. I'm worried that something big will happen here. We can go back to the gate first, and then turn back to find your brother." Lanling Road suggested.

Lu Chen thought about it and thought this method was feasible, and they didn't dare to go anywhere else.

Afterwards, Lu Chen tried to control the symbol on the door-shaped light spot with his spiritual power, and found that it could be controlled. He dragged the symbol to the center position, forming a long line between the two, and then, the light of the **** platform bloomed, and a bunch of purple and black awns rose into the sky.

"Huh? It's that simple?" Just as Lu Chen was pleasantly surprised, the floating black mist in the sky saw the light soaring from here and flew here desperately.

"Quickly go!" The three of them flew to the beam of light and disappeared suddenly. At the same time, the sacred platform shrank rapidly and became a slap, falling into Lu Chen's pocket.

...

Most of the Tongtian Sect was buried in the desert, because the war that year was too terrifying, turning all the land into a desert, and some buildings were preserved because of the large array of shelters and solid materials.

In the West of Tongtianjiao, a tall building was not affected by the war, and it is well preserved.

On the tall buildings, the most eye-catching thing is not the fat figure, but the three coffins beside him and one half-finished product. This man was a fat monk, and he was sculpting the last coffin in detail while muttering to himself: "Let me guess, who will die first?

Is it the Holy Word Academy? That might be tricky. People are not people, ghosts and ghosts really make it hard for me to start.

Or the difficult dean of Jiansha Academy? I don't know how much progress has been made after so many years.

The dean of the Sword Sha Academy, well, the sick old man has some strength, but he is not my opponent. "The fat monk had a sudden look, and said nervously: "My own coffin can't be better than them." I almost forgot, that peacock had better be honest, otherwise this coffin was prepared for her. "

The fat monk's face was plain, but what he said was appalling.

When he said this, the situation changed in an instant, which seemed to indicate a major event in the Southern Region today.

Not far from him, there is an arched stone bridge. Under the bridge, there was a winding creek. It used to be a high-rise jasper building facing the water, and the distant water came downstairs. Now the creek is dry, and a huge rock is lying across the stone bridge, showing desolation.

But at this moment, for some unknown reason, the sound of gurgling water came from the dry, and a small stream came upstream from the downstream and flooded.

The stream was rustling, and the water was sparkling against the moonlight. A canoe was greeted on the water, and a monk with a robe and Buddha's light stood on the bow of the boat. The monk looked very young, about thirty or so. . When he was near, he vaguely heard the sound of chanting Buddha.

With the sound of the Buddha, carps were constantly tumbling and jumping out of the water, very joyful.

This is a real Buddha, a Buddha from an ancient temple in the Western Regions. It is the chief disciple of the ancestor Buddhism, the title, and the photo. Rumor has it that as long as the blue light of the Western Regions is extinguished, he will reignite it.

"Junior Faguang, it's been a long time since I saw you." The man smiled at the fat monk in the attic.

Faguang is the title of the fat monk to be a monk in the Western Regions. It was impossible to be a junior with the qualifications of a fat monk, but the Buddha saw that he was not shallow and accepted him as a disciple.

"Don't come here unscathed, Faguang." The fat monk frowned slightly, and the person here was not someone else, but the brother he had always respected.

The fat monk was half-way out of the home. Before he became a monk, the fat monk was still a wicked person who was afraid of others. Because of some past events, the fat monk was worried and chose to be a monk.

But after being a monk for a while, the fat monk felt boring again. Some concepts could not be recognized by him. He could not become a Buddha like other brothers, let alone become a great Buddha. Over time, he got tired of the Buddhist temple, escaped secretly, and returned to the southern region that once belonged to him.

"After so long, even the senior brother stopped calling, oh, nothing, nothing." Fa Guang smiled and waved his hand, and said: "The poor monk has not seen the junior for many days, come here to reminisce about the past with the junior."

The fat monk's brows tightened again, and he muttered, "Huh, is that what the Grand Buddha meant? Let me guess, does he want you to come here to bring back the Supreme Buddha, or he wants you to get rid of me? Buddhist scriptures leaked?"

Fa Guang got down from the wooden boat, stepped on the surface of the stream, and gave birth to a lotus flower from the surface of the stream. He lifted him up high and kept him on the same level as the fat monk. Then he stopped, he smiled and said, "The poor monk is not I wish to see my younger brother fall into the magical way again. I’m here today to discourage the younger brother from destroying himself for obsession. Let’s go back to the Western Regions with the poor monk to re-practise the Dharma."

After a pause, Fa Guang's eyes rolled in his eye sockets, and then he said, "Second, I want to bring back that thing. That thing shouldn't be left in the world."

"Heh, even the Western Regions can't bear the temptation of this monster?" The fat monk said sarcastically.

"presumptuous!"

The monk's face sank and he scolded, accompanied by a golden Buddha word burst out of his mouth.

As soon as the word for the Buddha came out, the carp no longer jumped up in the stream, but knelt down like a person in a pious manner. An aura that makes people feel serene and calm permeates this space. Although this power will not directly harm people, it will change your mind and make you be with the Buddha and yearn for the Buddha incomparably.

This power is not oppression, but a power of faith, as long as the mind is not firm, it will be baptized by this power.

This is the real vajra roar of Buddhism. Not long ago, the fat monk also used this trick, but his trick was only tangible, without the will power to make people happy.

The fat monk blasted his fist, and the fist mark grew long in the wind, and instantly rose to the size of a hill. With penetrating power, he smashed the Buddha character to pieces. His heart was furious, and he yelled: "Even the ancestor I have always admired Has the Buddha fallen now?"

Fa Guang said: "You are misunderstood, the Western Regions will not sink, and that thing is only suitable for staying in the Western Regions, nurtured with the power of faith, and cannot be suppressed. How can anyone in this world have more power of faith than the Western Regions accumulated? , Of course not."

It's the younger brother, if you don't go back with me today, you will be in bad luck. "

"Really?" The fat monk's face was deep and he couldn't see what he was thinking, he said in a deep voice, "Buddha pays attention to a predestined character, so deliberately, is the current Buddha still the old Buddha?"

Fa Guang smiled and said, "Junior Brother, you are still so stubborn."

The fat monk also laughed suddenly: "Don't act anymore, just tell me, who are you?"

A look of doubt flashed across Fa Guang's face, and he asked, "Brother, what? Now that you can't even recognize your senior brother?"

"Look for a fight!"

The fat monk screamed. Then, a sharp white blade flew out of his large monk robe, a scorching air wave rolled up his monk robe, and the thick and scorching aura caused the stream to evaporate in an instant, even the yellow in a radius. The sand was pushed away by this blow, forming a big pit. It can be seen how terrifying the fat monk is to preemptively.