: 1597. Two strings

"Create a road, explore it independently, and Dengluo has been so superb for more than a hundred years. I really don't know how to give you some time. How can it be?" The ancient Buddha looked at the sea and the sea. Suddenly sighed: "When you look at you, you think of the original Sun Wukong and Yang Lan."
Twenty-four pieces of Haizhu returned to him, as if twenty-four days, filled with the void.
After the ancient Buddha temporarily converged its power on the lamp to be burned, the flow of the galaxy was slightly smoother.
Suo Minghao was interested in looking at the Dinghai bead around the ancient Buddha. His eyes not only did not retreat, but he was eager to try.
Opposite the ancient Buddha, he received the light from his own brain and the Buddha's light.
The purple lights and the golden lights disappeared, leaving only the gray lights.
Not black or white, in the dim light, there are all kinds of buoys, and if you reincarnate.
That is more profound and mysterious than the swords and sorcerers.
"The ropeway friend is not busy at first." The ancient Buddha said lightly: "As far as I know, what you care about is martial arts practice and exploration. The battle for Taoism is only second."
"The reason why I hate Xianting is not for yourself, but because your Taoist priests fell into the hands of Xiantingwu in the past, don't you know?"
Su Mingming looked coldly at the ancient Buddha on the burning lamp, without words.
On the burning lamp, the ancient Buddha did not care, but faintly smiled: "On the other side of the gate, the Taiyi rescues the Heavenly Respect, and the Emperor is no longer. No one can break the limit of life and death, and Xitian has me and the Tibetan Bodhisattva. Join hands."
"If the gods are gone, the souls are scattered, and the shackles will not be overtaken, so I will not mention them, but your Taoist, should there be stills left?"
He was indifferent, but he was as thunderous as he was, shaking the audience: "Although it has been for many years, it may not have a chance..."
When this statement comes out, regardless of the enemy and me, everyone is in a state of sorrow.
"The result of the exchange is not something that Junyi is willing to see." The short-haired man interrupted the ancient Buddha's words on the burning light: "Do you want me to see her own break, and kill again?" ?"
The ancient Buddha was silent for a moment. After a while, he shook his head and sighed: "Also, it is not so strong and decisive, and it will not fall in the past."
Suo Mingyu no longer talks, looking directly at the ancient Buddha on the burning lamp, facing the twenty-four days of the sea of ​​Dinghaizhu step by step, the flames lingering down the body shape is getting taller.
At the same time, the ancient Buddha urged the Haizhu to fight. At the same time, the line of sight intentionally or unintentionally looked at the Xuan Du Master and his Fu Zhongqin in his arms: "The land pressure road is friendly, but Fu Xiqin is limited in time."
"...Nine secluded?" Xuandu Archmage blinked.
The ancient Buddha laughed and did not answer.
Above the endless void of Gaochun, it is infinitely distant, as if it is different from the world, there is a jade door with the same white lotus, fighting endlessly.
On the other side, I don’t know where to fly from a green lotus.
Almost at the same time, a bronze ancient clock appeared, which was opposite to Qinglian, and the two sides did not give each other.
Being entangled, suddenly there is a dark mirror.
At that time, the dark ancient mirrors once played against the ancient bronze bells.
Later, Qinglian appeared, and combined with the bronze ancient clock, forced to retreat the black mirror.
But now, the positions of each other have changed.
The dark mirror shot again, condensing the white mirror light and shining on the ancient clock.
The ancient bell rang, the big sounds were heard, and the invisible bells bounced off the white mirror.
The black mirror did not relax, and still struggled with the ancient clock.
The bronze ancient clock was blocked by the black mirror, so that it could not take care of the green lotus.
Qinglian floats, goes down, and leaves this endless highland, coming to the world of emptiness!
In the Tianhe River, the fighting is in full swing, the black wind bursts, and the sword is rushing.
The entire Galaxy is constantly distorted, and even a horrible scene of a broken flow occurs from time to time.
However, at this time, both sides of the fight, the heart was slightly shocked.
Everyone’s line of sight is looking in the same direction.
There, in the river, I don’t know when to start, suddenly there is a green lotus.
Qinglian has not yet been opened, but the Buddha’s sings in this place have become more vast and inspiring.
"Amitabha Buddha!" ​​In the hearts of everyone, they were shocked.
The Xuan Du Master was holding the Fuxiqin in his hands and the three strings on the piano. He was shaking and shaking.
The sound of "嗡", the strings are broken again!
The brilliance shines, and the moment fills the square, revealing a huge innate gossip figure, completely covering the entire Tianhe waters.
It was covered by the congenital gossip, and the Buddha in the Tianhe River sang the sound of the Sanskrit.
Although the green lotus still rises and falls in the river, it cannot be opened for a while.
Yan Zhaoge and others are temporarily loose.
However, still feel heavy.
Amitabha Buddha, one of the oldest and most powerful beings in the world, the owner of the pure land of Western bliss, one of the two ancestors of Buddhism, this Taoist power, then freed up his hand to come here.
As an opponent in the past, Dong Huang Taiyi could not sit and watch him come here and take the 诛仙阵.
Unless someone took the East Emperor too.
The one who can contain the East Emperor must be at the same level as him.
In connection with the nine secrets of the Xuan Duan Master, the identity of the other party is clear.
One of the nine ancestors, the same as the big self-defense!
He took a shot and helped Amitabha to stop the East Emperor.
Although the Amitabha Buddha and the Eastern Emperor Taiyi, the boundless Tianzun and the future Buddhas are mutually restrained, but the big self-defense itself must not take the opportunity to take the sacred array.
As a result of this, the other four Taoist priests will immediately put down their disputes and join forces to suppress the big self-defense.
Compared with the Taoist Orthodox who did not have a Taoist ancestor, Jiuyou was more hostile.
Not to mention the original demon and the end of the demon.
However, Jiuyou does not take the sacred sect, which does not mean that they cannot seek other gains in this catastrophe that has swept the world, in exchange for other things.
So, because of the big self-defense, Amitabha Buddha successfully vacated, coming to the Tianhe!
Although it was blocked by Fuxiqin for a while, it was only necessary to work hard.
As time passed, the brilliance of the innate gossip figure, and it gradually faded as before.
"There are two strings..." The people in the door are all slightly sinking.
Yan Zhao song turned to look at the Madonna.
When the Virgin Mary is closed, it does not move, and the outside world is as dark as if it is not related to her.
She only cares about the two swords in front of her, a Qingping sword glimmers, and a sacred ancient sword, Yuguang is getting weaker.
Obviously, success is already in sight. As long as the jade is scattered on the sword, you can take the sword to leave, or put it into the fairy squad.
However, at this moment, suddenly the demon winds in the Tianhe.
A devilish and fierce demon, filled the universe.