Among the bitter seas, the huge Buddha body of the Dizang Bodhisattva exudes emphasis on Buddha light.

In his whole body, there are three thousand Luohans, who read the Buddha's name and held the beads in their hands, constantly surpassing the soul.

Hell is broken, and there are countless ghosts and ghosts. A soul is turned into a light, and it breaks into the light of Buddha behind him. There seems to be a country.

Xiao Chen secretly stunned. When he saw the body of the headless king, the pressure on his body was terrifying.

It can be compared with the present, and it is completely different from the Japanese. The bitter sea underneath is also a big one. It’s a lot more than the bitter sea after ten thousand years.

The king of the Tibetan Mastiff came to the arrival of the celestial celestial prince, and even the eyes did not open. The faint road said: "Cang Xian Xianjun, I have already said that you will let a group of immortals quickly leave. This Bodhisattva has already issued a great wish. Hell is not empty, swear not to become a Buddha!"

The fluttering words, the Buddha Wei bless, the four sides linger, for a long time.

A **** is not empty, and it is not a Buddha, so that the Buddha light on the earth king is even more brilliant. If you look at it, you can let people put down the butcher knife and squat to the Buddha.

Compared with the huge body of the Dizang king, the celestial celestial prince was wearing a white shirt and walking on the bitter sea.

But the singularity of his body, the immaculate temperament, and the thousands of ghosts and ghosts around him, the light flashes, you can find its extraordinary at a glance.

Cangwu Xianjun looked at the soul of the Quartet, and looked at the three thousand Luohan around the King of Tibet, and the magnificent Buddha Kingdom behind him.

In the midst of chaos, there are always people who are ambitious and make waves. In front of this place, the Tibetan king is obviously that the **** is not empty, and it is not a Buddha. But once it becomes a Buddha, it will be the new era leader.

Without speaking, he took a shot with him.

boom!

With one palm shot, the body of Cangjie Xianjun will rise in the wind, and when the palm of the hand falls, his body is already shouldering the shoulders of the Tibetan king. The body is full of scent, sweeping away all the Buddha light in this bitter sea.

In the loud noise, after the king of the Tibetan king, the Buddha’s country was broken and broken, and the stream was overflowing. There is a lot of Buddha light on his body, and suddenly he does not know how many times he is dimmed.

"you……"

In the midst of anger, the king of the earth was burning in anger, and the whole body of Buddha light was burning.

boom!

The answer to him is the second palm of the celestial celestial prince. This palm falls, three thousand arhats, no intention to survive, and countless deaths.

The Tibetan king was somewhat fearful. He saw an indifference in the body of Xianjun. It is a kind of indifference to forget about life and death, nothing to do, nothing does not matter, including life.

He is extremely regretful now, this kind of person can't be entangled at all, even if you kill him, you will lose yourself.

With these two palms, one palm ruined his Buddhist country, and one palm ruined his three thousand arhats. I don't know how long it will take to recover. It is because of these two palms that the later Qing Emperor had the opportunity to get rid of his head.

The so-called cause and effect, in fact, have already been planted, without these two palms, all the stories behind can not happen.

"Stop, I will let you go."

Cangwu Xianjun closed his hand, his body shape shrank, spit out three blood, fell in the bitter sea, and immediately spread out, burning thousands of souls.

Xiao Chen secretly said that this past life, he is overbearing. Even with two palms, forced the Tibetan king, and released, did not say a word.

The same thing did not say, Cangjie Xianjun quickly returned. Came to a group of immortals, calmly said: "Talk about it."

The last immortals of this group, each happy, a smile on the tired face.

"Well, the six reincarnations should not be completely broken, we can leave from Heaven."

“There is always a lifeline in the sky.”

"I can finally escape this robbery. When the new era is stabilized, we can come back, build another fairyland, and rebuild the glory!"

"Yes, the immortal is not dead, the world is still ours."

Looking at a group of excited immortals, Cangxian Xianjun still said nothing, and said nothing.

But when a group of immortals came to the six reincarnations, they were all dumbfounded, and the six reincarnations were all without exception.

"Well, everything is over, the sky is going to destroy the fairy, the gas is exhausted!"

Cangjie Xianjun reached out and pointed to the supernatural powers. The humanity in the six reincarnations began to heal slowly. When the magical powers were completed, the human reincarnation was completely restored.

"Cang Xian Xian Jun, how do you have such a powerful mana."

"Humanitarian reincarnation, we are useless, Cangxian Xianjun, you will rebuild the heavens."

Cangwu Xianjun shook his head and said: "If you want to go now, you will not be rebuilt by the human reincarnation. It will only recover briefly. I don't know when it will be broken."

"Humanistic reincarnation, the time and space of the link, there will be no existence of the spirit of the Faerie, and we will die when we go."

"Yeah, only the time and space of the Tiantu reincarnation link will enable us to cultivate our own body and rebuild our glory."

Hey!

Cangjie Xianjun did not say much, directly flashed in, through humane reincarnation. Other immortals, a look of grief and helplessness, sighed again and again, shook his head and followed.

The picture changes, the celestial fairy and the last group of immortals come to a wild world.

This world, not only does not have the spirit of the spirit, but is full of crisis. The immortal used the remaining mana to defeat the indigenous people in the wild world and then began to rebuild the world.

Time passes, thousands of years have passed, and 100 million years have passed...

One by one, the immortals died one after another. Every time they die, Cangxian Xianjun will bury it and leave an unknown tombstone. He rushed west, refining all kinds of medicinal herbs, and trying to continue the life of other immortals.

But everything can't be saved. The earth has no genius. These immortals, like what they say, can only wait silently.

Xiao Chen can feel the sadness in the heart of Cangjie Xianjun. His heart is actually dead.

Time flies, the original wild world has changed.

High-rise buildings, airplane trains, have already appeared, Xiao Chen saw here, everything has come to understand.

The celestial celestial being is his past life, the wild world, the earth he used to be.

Xiao San’s surprise was repeated, and she said that she would say nonsense. If you don’t see anything on the earth, you will talk to yourself for a long time.

Xiao Chen did not hear a single sentence. He came to this world, and it was not accidental.

There has never been a coincidence in this world, and everything has been destined. Obviously, the last air transport of the Xiandao Era was all on the body of Cangjie Xianjun.

But this is not a good thing, even if it is the Cangjie Xianjun, it is not a death. Before dying, I still have to endure endless loneliness. I watched my friends, I died, and I personally cast gravestones for them.

Watching an era, I ended up in my own hands, unable to return to heaven.

No one can understand this kind of sadness.

After all, the immortals died, leaving only one person, the lonely one, and the loneliness exists in this world. His breath is getting weaker and weaker. From time to time, he refers to the calculations, looking up at the stars, and waiting for what is at the end of life.

Xiao Chenzhen settled his heart. He figured out a lot of things. He knew that the answer he had been pursuing would soon come out.

Among the stars, a slash of knives cut through the void, flashing a blue figure and falling towards the earth.

The figure was horrible, the clothes were broken, and the weakness was so strong that it was seriously injured.

Xiao Chen’s eyes lit up and he held his breath. Come, everything, all the answers, will be unveiled soon.

But when the blue figure looked up, Xiao Chen was about to see his appearance. A gaze, looking at him and Xiaosan, is the celestial fairy.

As if in the past, I found two people who were sneaking and watching, let Xiao Chen and Xiao San, and at the same time tighten their hearts.

Hey!

I haven't reacted yet, and I saw the celestial celestial squad throwing a palm. When the two hit a heavy blow, they flew out.

Xiao Chen suddenly woke up, and when he returned to God, he found himself in the ruins of the ninth floor.

Everything in the past, all kinds of pictures, like a dream.

"To die, to die, Xiaosan is so painful!"

In the Sansheng Mirror, the tears of the little girl who is sore are tumbling on the ground, as if spoiled.