There are too many answers in this world that I can’t figure out, too many and too many are unclear. As long as I don’t think about it, everything will be a cloud, but people on the vast land need an answer and a clear answer. Even Yangmei and Hongjun are no exceptions, so they can only continue to wander and search in Chen Yuyang’s cycle of reincarnation.

Standing on the reefs of the North Sea, Chen Yuyang kept feeling that his magic power was surging like the sea water of the North Sea, as if rivers were entering the sea. After absorbing the cultivation of Hongjun and Yang Mei, Chen Yuyang's cultivation level once soared to a terrifying level, but his mood was still not as turbulent and broad as the sea. Instead, he felt an indescribable sadness.

The folding fan in his hand kept shaking, and a trace of sadness appeared on Fengshen's handsome face, and he said lightly: "Why are you doing this? Why bother with yourself?"

Chen Yuyang could not understand, even Hongjun and Yangmei could not understand. If they did not think about this problem, they could safely go out of the cycle of reincarnation, but they couldn't help but start to consider. Good and evil, good and evil, this was a very difficult question to distinguish. Two masters in the prehistoric world were entangled in this small formation and could not extricate themselves.

Above the North Sea, the sea breeze slowly drifted, causing a salty smell, making the corners of the mouth bitter.

The hem of the clothes blown by the wind quickly disappeared above the sea level, leaving only the elegant and elegant charm. On the Dongsheng Shenzhou, fingers gently brushed across the huge rock, and Chen Yuyang's face showed a smile. Feeling the divine thoughts deeply imprinted in it many years ago, even the rock without life began to tremble slightly.

"Wukong, Wukong! I know you want to come out, but now is not the time, but don't worry, you will be able to emerge in no time. By then, this prehistoric world will definitely be much more exciting!"

Looking at the sunset gradually moving away from Dongsheng Shenzhou, the bright red rays shone on the rocks, emitting a dazzling light, which seemed to make people afraid to get close, but they felt so intimate. Under the slight fan, the rising waves of the waves fixed into circles one by one, rolling on the sea surface.

"The Tao is not named, and the name is not named. The charm of Tao is in the sky, on the earth, on people..." Chen Yuyang said in this way, and the rocks listened one by one, listening very seriously and seriously. Unconsciously, the afterglow of the sunset gradually fell, and he sat casually on the huge rock. Chen Yuyang felt extremely calm, his cheeks were smiling, his fingers gently slid across the rocks under his hands, and murmured to himself: "There is no golden cudgel, no Monkey King, only one monkey!!"

Putting up the folding fan, standing up, the white collars kept floating in the sea breeze, with an indescribable charm.

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In the six realms of reincarnation, golden lights flashed and fell directly on the sea of ​​blood. Suddenly, millions of Buddha soldiers from the West, led by Lan Deng and Kinnara, had already entered the nine netherworlds of the blood sea. The Buddha light shone everywhere, and the fragrance of Bodhi tea was everywhere, capsizing people's hearts and souls. The golden Buddha light shone in the sea of ​​blood, penetrated the dirty blood and shot outside the palace of the sea of ​​blood.

The ancestor of the Styx looked helplessly at the heavy Buddhist soldiers who had already appeared at the door of his house, and couldn't help but sigh and said, "What should be come, Maru, go out and have a look. Who is coming?"

In fact, when you see these infiltrated Buddha lights, the ancestor of the Styx already knew that this method is a common method of Western Buddhism and is not new. Also in the six realms of reincarnation, the witch clan left over from the prehistoric world was shining by these dazzling Buddha lights so that they could not even open their eyes.

Xiang Liu hurriedly arrived at the palace of Queen Houtu and shouted: "Empress, Queen, something is wrong, they are here, they are really here~"

They naturally mean that they are people in Buddhism. Xiang Liu has always been unable to believe that Buddhism will provoke the six realms of reincarnation for no reason and provoke the witch clan. After all, the witch clan is an ancient clan. Although he is now forced to avoid disaster in the six realms of reincarnation, the remaining power of the witch clan is still there. Besides, the six realms of reincarnation are handed over to the Queen of Houtu in Qingyang Daozun. Unless the Daozu, no one dares to provoke the Emperor of the Prehistor.

But he was obviously wrong. The ambition and courage of Western Buddhism seemed to be much greater than he thought.

The palace gate of Houtu was closed at this moment, with plain clothes, and waved his sleeves and slapped the golden light of the Buddhist sect. His voice was a little quiet: "Why are you panicking? Come out with me to take a look!"

Soon the palace gate of the Queen Houtu opened. Houtu was still beautiful and flawless. She was dressed in plain clothes like snow, floating out like a fairy who had entered the mortal world. Her hands and feet were inadvertently raising her hands and feet, and her face showed a soul-catching love. The smile on her face was a little cold, unlike a person, as if she was like a statue.

"Xiangliu, take my witch clans out with me. I want to see what Zhunti and Guizhi want to do? What methods can we use!"

With a saint in charge, the witch clan naturally has to feel much more at ease, but the nervous feeling still exists. After all, in a one-to-two situation, the six realms of reincarnation may fall. On this vast land, the saints always have supreme authority and power.

Some people have once questioned whether a saint is immortal or not. Even I, who has a high level of cultivation, cannot give a clear answer. However, some people have asked what methods it takes to kill a saint. Chen Yuyang's answer was very simple and very clear: two saints are enough.

This also reflected from the side. In Chen Yuyang's eyes, the saints are not an immortal myth. On the contrary, they will die, but their death is slower and more unpredictable than normal people. However, after Chen Yuyang's answer, many people began to redefine what the saint is. Even Hongjun Daozu cannot completely define what the saint is, even if he is their teacher.

The dark sea of ​​blood seemed to be covered by dark clouds, but under the golden light of Buddhism, the sea of ​​blood was like daylight. In the sewage of the sea of ​​blood, golden lights were shining everywhere, and the light of waves searching. Lan Deng smiled and looked at Jinnaluo with his fingers stuck to his fingers and said, "Senior brother, now my Buddhist prosperity is about to come. On this vast land, I really have to respect the people in the Buddhist community!"

Jinnaluo was going to get started before Randeng, so his idea was far from comparable to Randeng, a quasi-saint. He looked at the sea of ​​blood and looked at the waves in the sea and said, "Junior Brother Randeng, don't be careless. Although his magical powers are inferior to the number of days, it's better to be careful in some things."

Ran Deng said disapprovingly: "Senior brother has filtered it. If the old ghost of the Styx dares to come out of this sea of ​​blood, I will definitely let him splatter blood on this sea of ​​blood. By then, all the Asura clans will be killed. How can such a lowly race live on this prehistoric land like us? It will lose all our faces!"

Just as Randeng said these words without any restraint, he snorted sharply behind him, "Randeng, you are so majestic. You actually look down on the Asura clan. You must know that the Ancestor of the Styx is a great master who has existed since the prehistoric world. None of the four Asura Demon Kings under his command are fuel-efficient lamps. In addition, the 30 million blood gods of the Styx, even if the leader comes to the Blood Sea, he may not be able to do anything to him. You dare to speak so arrogantly!!!"

Ran Deng was surprised and turned around to look at this inconspicuous character in his Buddhist camp. After pondering for a long time, he came to his senses and laughed and said, "Who should I be? It turns out that I am a traitor from the Asura clan!! You are also qualified to talk to me. You must know that I am also the deputy leader of the Mahayana Buddhism. Your identity is not enough to speak here~~"

Just as Lan Deng finished speaking, waves of waves were rippling above the sea of ​​blood, and blood-colored skeletons kept boiling on the sea of ​​blood. Gurgling blood-colored bubbles kept surging, and the sound of ghosts and wolves howling seemed like a raging storm. Kinnaro reacted instantly and said loudly: "Be careful, it's the Styx."

Randeng also began to get nervous and said hurriedly: "Bodhi Array, get up~~"

The Bodhi Array is the first formation in Buddhism, but it is indeed not in the hands of Cundi and Jie Yin. But then again, Randhi is also a great power to create the world in this prehistoric world, and he does not have much fear of the ancestor of the Styx.

As long as it is not above the sea of ​​blood, Randeng is confident that he can solve the Styx alone. But now he is above the sea of ​​blood, which makes Randeng feel a little powerless. Because above the sea of ​​blood, the Styx cannot be killed, unless someone takes the blame for the world, slaughteres all living beings in the sea of ​​blood, and takes over the cause and effect of heaven.

Fortunately, the two leaders did not intend to kill the Styx, but just imprisoned him for a while so that he could no longer be so arrogant. At that time, all the creatures in the Sea of ​​Blood will surrender to Western Buddhism. The momentum of Buddhism will be even more fierce. By then, the Eastern Xuanmen will no longer be an opponent.

But at this moment, facing the furious abruptness of the Ancestor of the Styx, facing the 300 billion blood god sons, Lan Deng and these Buddhist disciples had no choice. Although the Bodhi Array is exquisite, it cannot save them from the dangers in their hearts. With this immature Bodhi Array, it is inevitable that they will have some troubles to fight against the Ancestor of the Styx.

At this moment, above the Nine Nether Blood Sea, there were bursts of Sanskrit tones singing, the golden ten thousand words were like talismans, and like golden walls. In an instant, they broke all the blood gods on the Sea of ​​Blood through Nine Nethers. The sound of wolf howlings instantly began to whimper, and the screams of the Styx echoed in the air: "Zunti, I swear to never stop with you!" hf();
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