There should be no problem for Quan Yingyang to kill the fake monk from Mount Sumeru, and he doesn't care much... What's worse is that the spiritual father's plot failed! Where will the spiritual clan go? Where will I go?

Those statues did not disperse, but flew back to the Heavenly Demon Altar one by one. They probably formed some kind of formation and stood around the giant bronze cauldron - I don't know what the picture was.

Ling Xihua looked at the dark sky with some confusion. The light in the sky had been wiped out, as if his eyes were being dragged away, as if there was some hidden terror. His eyes dropped, and he saw a mountain platform, over there.

Chai Asi on the mountain road always held the rusty iron sword tightly, very nervous and cautious.

For some reason, the gesture of holding the sword reminded him of the monk on Mount Sumeru. It was indeed somewhat similar.

His eyes continued to shift, and finally he found Xiong Sansi in the sea of ​​clouds.

Xiong Sansi, who is still hanging there and has never stopped struggling or suffering pain - the devil's tricks have not disappeared even though they are gone.

Looking at his convulsing body and the spiritual energy that was constantly escaping from his body... Ling Xihua suddenly stood up, walked a few steps, and picked up a thin sword from the ground - the two spider strings that had fallen down at that time.

One of the thin swords.

I don't know why, but he wanted to help this person get out of trouble.

Of course he is not a kind person, and he has no feelings for Xiong Sansi.

But the mood in this cannot be explained clearly.

But it stopped.

Because at this moment, in Xiong Sansi's eye that was still able to control himself... among the blood and tears bursting from the corner of the eye, a black dot appeared, and the black dot turned into a small black insect.

The letter insect of the Dharma-ending era given by Ji Xingkong!

At that moment, it echoed the time and helped Xiong Sansi lock down the Three Evil Lords of Tribulation, but it was not exhausted. Without Xiong Sansi's knowledge, the last one was left.

At this moment, he leaped into the sky, spread out his shadows, and transformed into an invisible Night Bodhisattva!

Hundreds of statues surrounding the Heavenly Demon Altar suddenly turned around, each on guard.

This Night Bodhisattva just held up his palms and said in a voice like a muntjac Xingkong: "Business about your own affairs, Mr. Xuan Nan. No matter what you do to the gods or what you do, the Buddha will not interfere with you."

This voice was not at all like the overbearing, playful, and evil voice he had in Moyun City. Instead, it was deep, wise, and compassionate.

So the gods turned around.

And he lowered his head to look down at the figure rolling and suffering in the sea of ​​clouds, and sighed: "Why bother?"

He had been in contact with Xiong Sansi for a long time, and even Shu Jialan didn't know the inside story. This was another son he lost in the world of Shenxiao.

"The power of this letter insect cannot resist Tiger Tai Sui. I came too late."

He was explaining why he waited until Tiger Tai Sui was eliminated before he showed up.

But Xiong Sansi seemed to be unable to hear anything, his whole body was twitching constantly, even his mouth was twisted, and blood foam sprayed out from the corners of his mouth from time to time.

Judging from the power level of Ji Xingkong, it can certainly be seen that Xiong Sansi has long lost his five senses. At this moment, all his strength and will are fighting against the power of another part of his body.

What Tiger Taisui has laid out is an infinite loop. The power that confronts Xiong Sansi's own will draws strength from Xiong Sansi's confrontation. In other words, the more intense Xiong Sansi's fight is, the more strength he needs to resist.

powerful.

The harder you work, the more painful you are. The harder you struggle, the more torture you get.

And he himself doesn't know...

He actually thought that his struggle could contain part of Hu Taisui's strength, so he endured the pain so firmly even when his five senses were unable to maintain it!

I don't know what kind of existence Hu Taisui wants to create, and his methods are too cruel. But no matter what the result is, it has nothing to do with him now.

The sound of Ji Xingkong exists through the five senses.

He continued to ask in Xiong Sansi's consciousness: "Is it worth it? The person you want to help, the comrade you want to side by side with, he has no idea that you are fighting for him here, or even who you are. Even the person you want to help

All this is completely useless! It is impossible for a mere divine presence to escape the capture and killing of a real demon."

Xiong Sansi's body shook violently like an electric shock. He twisted his facial features and struggled in a real gnashing of teeth manner. Finally, he made a sound from his throat: "I am... a human being!"

He didn't seem to answer directly, but he had answered everything.

The human character stands on the ground and supports the sky!

From ancient times to the present, all those who have fought for the future of humankind have done nothing more than three words - "do their best"!

When manpower is limited, we try our best.

Ling Xihua and Chai Asi looked up at the Night Bodhisattva from different positions.

But Night Bodhisattva still looked at Xiong Sansi, formed the dark lotus seal on his hands, and said in a compassionate voice: "Idiot! I know you are suffering in all kinds of ways, and you are going through all kinds of difficulties. Now you are sailing on the sea of ​​suffering, and you will finally see the other side... I am here to save you."

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"The Demon Master Tathagata has attained enlightenment, and the Way will continue in the Age of Dharma Ending."

"At the end of the Dharma, the devil wears Buddha's clothes. He has a worldly heart and is greedy for the five colors. This is the five rebellions in the troubled world!"

"At the end of the Dharma, it will not be like the time of the Dharma. Thunder will be even more needed to save suffering and calamity.

Under the seat of the Demon Master Tathagata, there should be eight groups of ghosts and gods.

The first is called ghosts, the second is called gods, the third is called Rakshasa, the fourth is called Kavalika, the fifth is called Pantava, the sixth is called Abhijata, the seventh is called Kama, and the eighth is... Marakana!"

"As promised before, I will give you a clear path. Think twice about your good faith, and you are willing to enter my Black Lotus Temple. From now on, you and the clan created by you should obtain the supreme good Dharma, protect the common people, and fight against evil spirits.

Luo Jia’s name! When the Dharma is over, are you willing to obtain it?”

On the Heavenly Demon Altar, a statue of a god had already walked to the giant bronze cauldron and was placing something in the cauldron. He couldn't help but look sideways at it for a moment.

Another move of Ji Xingkong was to pick the fruit of Tiger Tai Sui! He wanted to turn the entire spiritual race into Marokana!
Chapter completed!