sinovels Chapter 425 Waiting to Die!
Chapter 425 Waiting to Die!
Chapter 425 Waiting to Die!
Where there is snow, there is Bai Yujing.
The place where the snowflakes fall is Bai Yujing's territory.
In the sky, goose feathers and heavy snow drifted across the air, and everything in the place where the snowflakes fell was soaked in a layer of frost.
The weather suddenly turned sharply, from the bright and beautiful spring to the dead and cold winter.
Pedestrians in Bailiu City screamed in surprise, and ran back home one after another, or picked up the quilt, or put on the jacket directly.
In the land where the snowflakes fell, time seemed to slow down, and the phantom movement of the Buddha holding the flowers was no longer smooth, and it was ten times slower in an instant.
"People from Bai Yujing!" Subduing Dragon Arhat frowned, changed direction with his flower fingers, and pressed towards Bai Yufu.
Only when you really face the Buddha's smile, you will know the terrifying power hidden in this finger.
Cut off all time and space, all information, all flaws, and all vitality.
Seeing the suppressed Buddha's fingerprints, a thought flashed in Bai Yufu's mind: "I can't stop it!"
But fortunately, he didn't need to block him, because he was a cultivator of Bai Yujing, and wherever there were snowflakes, a cultivator of Bai Yujing would be immortal.
"Touch~"
The flower finger landed on Bai Yufu's body, and Bai Yufu exploded like a snowman, turning into snowflakes all over the sky.
Then the snowflakes in the void gathered quickly and reunited into Bai Yufu.
There is a fragment of Juntian in the ancient legend in Baiyujing. As long as he is shrouded in Juntian's domain, he will be immortal.
Juntian can also be called Xiantian!It can also be called Haotian!
"Difficult to deal with! People in Bai Yujing are like dog-skin plasters." Fuhu Luohan frowned.
"Bai Yufu, do you also want to meddle in the affairs of my Dalin Temple?" Jianglong Luohan's voice was domineering at this time: "The Golden Elixir of Myriad Tribulations is my Dalin Temple's Golden Elixir of Myriad Tribulations. Anyone who dares to get involved will surely die."
"Oh?" Bai Yufu stood in the blizzard, seeming to be one with the blizzard: "Your Excellency, I don't agree with you. Since the Golden Elixir of Myriad Tribulations has been lost, it no longer belongs to Dalin Temple. Your Buddhism is the most important thing." Fate method, since the Golden Elixir of Ten Thousand Tribulations is lost, it means that the fate with you in Dalin Temple is over, why do you still insist?"
"Since the Myriad Tribulation Golden Elixir is in the rivers and lakes, of course all the heroes in the world will chase after it." Bai Yufu said with a smile.
"I think what Bai Yufu said makes sense. Since the Golden Elixir of Myriad Tribulations lives in the rivers and lakes, it is destined to be with the heroes in the rivers and lakes." Zhu Wuneng patriarch followed with small steps, and the waves of mist filled the air behind him, sweeping the sky and covering the nine heavens.
"That's right! Since the Golden Elixir of Myriad Tribulations is in the rivers and lakes, all the heroes in the world will chase after it." The Taoist White Bone crawled out of the mud without a human being or a ghost.
Seeing the heroes from the Middle Earth continuously gathering, the Eighteen Arhats felt gloomy in their hearts, and there was already a hint of retreat in their eyes.
Right now is the great opportunity for Dalin Temple to take advantage of the troubled times to re-emerge. It is too uneconomical to fight against the heroes of the world for the sake of a Golden Elixir of Myriad Tribulations.
For Dalin Temple, the most important thing right now is to integrate into Zhongtu, take the opportunity to take root and become a part of Zhongtu.
Although Dalin Temple has been rooted in China for 5000 years, it has always been excluded by the circle of Qi practitioners in China.Now that the major powers in the world are reshuffled, it is an opportunity for Dalin Temple.
But the Golden Elixir of Myriad Tribulations is too important!
If before the great change of the world, everyone can live forever, as long as the cultivation level breaks through the life and death records, everyone can live for thousands of years casually, and the Golden Elixir of Myriad Tribulations does not seem to be so important.
At that time, there were too many ways to prolong life.
But not now!
Longevity is broken!
But among all Qi practitioners, which one has never done evil?
Want to gain the merits of heaven?
I'm afraid you want to eat farts!
Just like Bai Yufu, every time he appeared on the stage, he changed the environment of the world and killed countless flowers and plants. This is all karma.
When everyone makes a move, when is it not that the sky falls and the earth shatters, affecting the creatures in all directions?
Just want the merits of heaven?
Just dreaming.
Some people are thinking about how to obtain merit, and some people simply give up on themselves, thinking about how to fight against the calamity between heaven and earth.
Seeing the big monks who kept gathering, the saint Gongyang's face darkened, and he turned to look at Wu Zizheng.
Wu Zizhen's gaze met that of the sage Gongyang.
Then the ram saint had already made a decision in his heart: "You go first, and I will make a decision."
Block the heroes and buy time for Wu Zizhen to escape.
Wu Zizhen looked at the sage of Gongyang, his lips moved, and he wanted to say something, but he swallowed it back.
If I said that there is no Golden Elixir of Myriad Tribulations, who would believe it among all the powers present?
Not to mention the great powers, even my own master would never believe it.
Believe it or not, if he told Saint Ram now, 'I didn't get the Golden Elixir of Myriad Tribulations, I was plotted against', Saint Ram would turn around and throw him down?
He doesn't care about his life at all.
He wants to live!
He is still young, even if the world changes drastically, he still has at least 2000 years to live.
He didn't want to die, so he could only trouble the Ram Saint to do it for him.
Wu Zizhen turned around and ran, a pair of wings grew from his back, and his whole body turned into sound waves when the wings shook.
"Where to go!"
Taoist Bone made a move, trying to stop Wu Zizheng.
The divine light of the sword in the hands of Saint Gongyang swirled, and he slashed towards Taoist Baigu suddenly.
The bone Taoist had just touched the threshold of disaster, and was split apart by the ram sage at the first encounter.
At this time, the wind and snow gathered in the sky and turned into a big hand covering the sky and the sun, rushing towards the direction where Wu Zizhen was escaping, trying to stop Wu Zizhen.
The sound wave has no form or form, but a ripple appeared in the white snow.
The white snow gathered into a big hand, and was about to hit the sound wave in a circle.
Seeing this, the sage Gongyang's face changed: "Grandpa!"
An invisible wave emanated from the whole body of Saint Gongyang, and in an instant, countless words in the world disappeared.
Disappeared on the paper, disappeared in people's minds, and gathered on the sword of the Ram Saint.
Bai Xue was split open, and a gap was opened in her big hand, and Wu Zizheng escaped along the gap.
Bai Yufu wanted to attack again, but it was too late.
The speed of the other party is too fast!
Several times the speed of sound!
Moreover, Bai Yufu had only just entered the Tribulation Realm, facing the blow from the sage Gongyang blessed with his natal character, he exploded again in an instant, turning into a snowstorm.
"Ram Saint!!!"
Taoist Bone Crawled out of the snow again, his voice full of anger.
Although he is only in the realm of 'disaster', he is worthy of any strong man in the world.
Why?
Because he is immortal!
The bones are still there, immortal.
During the entanglement of the crowd, Wu Zizhen had already disappeared without a trace.
Seeing Wu Zizhen fleeing, the body of the sage Gongyang exploded in an instant, turning into countless "Gong" characters, and disappeared in all directions.
Saint Gongyang only wants to swallow the Golden Elixir of Myriad Tribulations now, so why would he want to entangle with everyone?
"Where did that guy escape to?"
Zhu Wuneng came from afar.
The Eighteen Arhats untied the magic circle at this time, and stood in the void with gloomy faces. All the snowflakes were three feet away from the crowd, and they were all blocked by a layer of golden light.
If it weren't for the crowd to disrupt the situation, then Saint Gongyang would have been suppressed long ago, how could he have a chance to escape?
"Junior brother, you have the eyes of the sky. Please open the eyes of the sky and track down the whereabouts of the two of them!" Jianglong Luohan looked at one of the monks.
The monk twitched his eyebrows when he heard the words, and a pair of eyes appeared out of thin air above the eyebrows.
Those eyes were golden and radiant, looking all over the world.
"Found it." The monk said.
Everyone looked at each other, but seeing the eighteen arhats looking at each other, they turned around and ran away.
Obviously, the Eighteen Arhats wanted to throw everyone away, and would never make wedding clothes for everyone.
The eighteen arhats turned their heads and ran, the golden lotus bloomed under their feet, and the magical powers were displayed, and thousands of mountains and rivers were only a thought away.
The rest of the people are also extraordinary people, and it is absolutely impossible for ordinary people to rush to this place in a short time.
Seeing the escaped monk, everyone chased after him without saying a word.
Although Dalin Temple has been silent for 5000 years in China, it does not mean that Dalin Temple is weak.
On the contrary, just because Dalin Temple has been silent in Middle-earth for 5000 years and has not been destroyed, it is enough to show the strength of Dalin Temple.
Let's talk about Wu Ziku and the sage of Gongyang
Wu Zizhen fled all the way, covering thousands of miles in an instant. When he reached a place with beautiful mountains and clear waters, he felt a little tired before he stopped.
Wu Zizhen stood in front of the waterfall, with countless thoughts flashing in his mind, but he didn't know how to explain it to his master.
About ten breaths, the words in the void converged to form a figure, which was the sage ram.
After a great battle, the ram sage seemed to have aged even more, and the hair on his temples had completely turned white.
"You obtained the Golden Elixir of Myriad Tribulations?" Saint Gongyang's voice was still gentle.
Wu Zizhen fell to his knees with a thud, and his whole body hit the ground: "Master, if the disciple obtains the Golden Elixir of Myriad Tribulations, why not dedicate it to the master? There is something hidden in it!"
"What secret?" Saint Gongyang asked.
Wu Zizhen didn't talk too much, and just told the whole story.
"You mean, the tea you drank contained the dregs of the Golden Elixir of Myriad Tribulations, and you followed the dregs to find the spring of Ziyun Mountain, and saw a person who was smashing the Golden Elixir of Myriad Tribulations? Then you took that person He conspired to kill him and snatched the Golden Elixir of Myriad Tribulations. But I don’t know why, after returning, suddenly the breath of the Golden Elixir of Myriad Tribulations erupted, and then it turned into dust?” Gongyang Saint calmly narrated what Wu Zizhen said. It happened.
"Master, that's it!" Wu Zizhen said.
"Would you believe this statement?" Gong Yangyu suddenly asked.
Hearing Gong Yangyu's words, Wu Zizhen was stunned, with a wry smile on the corner of his mouth.
Will he believe it?
Of course he wouldn't believe it!
Even if you beat him to death, he wouldn't believe it!
He himself couldn't believe these words.
Unfortunately, he has no proof yet.
"That corpse is in the spring of Ziyang Mountain." As if remembering something, Wu Zizhu hurriedly shouted, like a drowning man grabbing a life-saving straw.
Hearing Wu Zizhen's words, the sage Gongyang waved his sleeves, and after a while, the two of them appeared beside the Ziyang mountain spring.
But look at the spring water, it is crystal clear, where is there any corpse?
"How is it possible? Why is the body missing?" Wu Zizheng panicked at this moment, and the only evidence at the moment has disappeared. What should he say?
"What else do you have to say?" Saint Gongyang asked.
"Disciple...disciple...have nothing to say! But the matter is really like this. Disciple has absolutely no lies." Wu Zizhen said with a wry smile.
"If the master doesn't believe it, he can just slap the disciple to death with one slap. If the disciple is tricked by others, he is paying for his own stupidity," Wu Zizhen said.
"I believe in you." The sage Gongyang said suddenly, looking at Wu Ziku who had a loveless expression on his face.
"Master, are you really willing to believe me?" Wu Zizhen's eyes were full of excitement, it was the excitement that someone still believed after being framed and framed.
Hearing what Wu Zizhen said, the sage Gongyang hissed and sighed: "Of course I believe you, but...they probably won't believe your rhetoric. They won't believe it. How do you explain it?"
"Disciple...disciple..." Wu Zizhen's body trembled, and he knelt down in front of the sage Gongyang: "I also ask the master to point out the maze."
"Do you really want to ask me? Ask me to guide you in the maze?" Gongyang Saint asked blankly.
"Disciple begging Master to save me." Wu Zizhen knelt down on the ground and kept kowtowing.
The sage Gongyang pondered for a while, and suddenly pointed out that he actually sealed Wu Zizhen's supernatural power.
"Master!!!" Wu Zizhen looked at Saint Gongyang in disbelief.
"You also know that Master's lifespan is about to run out." Saint Gongyang said slowly.
"Of course the disciple knows." Wu Zizhen looked at Saint Gongyang with a panicked expression, not knowing why Saint Gongyang had sealed his supernatural power.
A bad premonition rose in my heart.
"When people are alive, they dislike the long life span. But when the life span is really exhausted, they really don't want to die!" The voice of the sage Gongyang was full of helplessness.
Hearing the words of the sage Gongyang, Wu Zizhen was stunned.
What does Ram Saint not want to shut himself up to?
Do you have the Golden Elixir of Myriad Tribulations in your hands!
"Wait..." At this moment, a thought suddenly popped out of Wu Zizhen's head.
However, before Wu Zizheng's thoughts flickered, the next moment he heard the voice of the sage Gongyang, although the voice was still gentle, but it made people shudder when it fell into Wu Zizheng's ears: "So, you will send ten thousand Hand over the Tribulation Golden Elixir. I don’t need the whole Myriad Tribulation Golden Elixir, I only need one-tenth of it. As long as I have another thousand years of life, I can break through the limit and step into the realm of a true saint.”
Saint Gongyang stared at Wu Zizhen with his eyes, and his voice was full of gentleness: "As a teacher, I taught you the truth, taught you, and raised you into a great monk who has stepped into a catastrophe. It is not too much for you to pay me back a thousand years of life. ?”
The words were very gentle, but Wu Zixuan felt chills in his bones. Looking into the eyes of the sage of the ram, it was obvious that the sage of the ram did not believe his words at all.
The Golden Elixir of Myriad Tribulations is the last life-saving straw for Saint Gongyang, how could he give up easily?
(End of this chapter)