Chapter 431: Fahai

On the hills, all the people are musing, and the second-order power cannot kill the big day.
As for the release of the big day, it is even more impossible.
The strength of the big day is among the top of the crowd. If it is released, it is equal to letting the tiger return to the mountain.
In the future, revenge, most of them are not opponents.
"There is only one way."
The Jade Emperor looked at the blood-red sky, as long as the heavens of this world, let go of the seal of one person, let him use his mana.
Any strong person in the fit can kill the sealed big day.
Or the heavens of this world, take the initiative to kill the big day.
Other people on the hills are also thoughtful.
"Can you kill the big day, I don't know, if you don't leave this world again, the heavens will be destroyed."
Zhou Yang looked at the sky that had turned dark red, and even the atmosphere between the heavens and the earth was full of destruction, and could not help but remind him.
Then left the world.
The heavens of each world are like an intelligent system without feelings.
They remove all the factors that endanger the functioning of the world, and only appear when they are devastated.
The cost of the appearance of Tiandao needs to consume the source of heaven. Every time it is extended, the heavens will be weak.
The power of the heavens mobilized by the source of the day cannot maintain the normal operation of the world, that is, the moment when they collapse.
"You leave first, and the big day is handed over to me, and the value is equally divided."
There is a hint of helplessness in the eyes of the Jade Emperor. Now anyone who wants to monopolize the bounty of the big day is impossible.
Only the way of sharing benefits can be taken.
When everyone looked at each other, they turned and left, and they still believed in the promise of the Jade Emperor.
For a moment, on the hills, only the Jade Emperor and the Great Day were left behind.
Zhou Yang brows slightly wrinkled into the Wanjie Mall.
Entering the world of Harry Potter this time, it evoked Zhou Yang’s fighting enthusiasm.
"In the future, you may be able to change your appearance and enter the world of one side."
In Zhou Yang’s heart, when everyone was sealed to the second-order combat power, his combat experience was insufficient and the exposure was obvious.
One-on-one, he can still have the upper hand, and he has a little trouble with one-to-many.
"Maybe you have to be stronger soon."
Zhou Yang whispered in his heart.
"Ok?"
Zhou Yang is very surprised at the idea of ​​his own appearance. Isn't he a person who likes ease?
How come this way now?
However, why do some people who are immortal and have a strong desire to become stronger?
Zhou Yang is very curious, the Westward travels to the world of magic, the Taiqing saints have lived forever, the white snakes have spread the world, and the Jade Emperor has not survived. Why do they still become stronger?
A sense of crisis?
Is it a sense of crisis, give them the motivation to continue to practice?
Zhou Yang shook his head. If it was a big day, or Qitian Dasheng Sun Wukong, they might have a sense of crisis.
However, the Taiqing saints who have sealed the world in the Westward Journey have reached the highest realm of the world.
Even if someone later reached the realm of sacredness, the strength was most similar to him.
It is impossible to surpass him or kill him.
Because, in the world of the Westward Devils, the Mahayana period has passed, not a period of catastrophe, nor a fairyland.
Rather, it is a realm that belongs only to the world of the Westward Journey, and a realm like the immortal, that is, the realm of the seal.
After reaching this realm, the strength can no longer go further.
The former strong sages did not die from catastrophe, but died in endless boring.
When you reach the peak in one world, life is endless. After years of dying, a little better is similar to the emperor's release.
Almost, direct the way, blending into the heavens.
However, the final result is all chemical, some active, and some passive.
"Amitabha, sin! Sin! Why is it enchanting here?"
A middle-aged monk wearing a purple-red scorpion and holding a nine-tin zen stick. It looks like only a 30-year-old middle-aged monk. He looks at the ghosts and ghosts of people coming and going in Wanjie Mall, and his eyes are full of endless anger.
The White Snake is the world, the abbot of Jinshan Temple, and Fahai.
"boom!"
A lost person and an angry person just happened to be together.
"Amitabha, the court is polite, the barren sea, I do not know what is special about Wanjie Mall?"
Fahai slightly apologized to Zhou Yang.
Although he really wants to suppress all the ghosts and monsters in front of him.
However, he was moved by a powerful and silent voice to this strange space. Without knowing who is here, Fahai naturally does not arbitrarily incite and provoke right and wrong.
"Name: Fahai.
Identity: White Snake is the world, hosted by Jinshan Temple.
Business value: Samsung.

Zhou Yang looked at the information of the middle-aged monk and found that it was actually Fahai, and he gave a slight sigh.

This is a magical place that will allow you to become a Buddha and make you a fairy. It will make you a magic.

Zhou Yang shook his head and temporarily put doubts in his heart and explained to Fahai.
"Becoming a Buddha? Chengxian? Become a magic?"
Fahai heard the words and could not help but be unbelievable for Zhou Yang’s answer.
It is a simple matter to become a fairy, a Buddha, or a Buddha. Listening to Zhou Yang’s tone is like an ordinary thing.
"Door, is this the powerful dojo?"
Fahai obviously has some unbelief, he still intends to inquire about the owner of the dojo and visit.
The endless stream of customers, the small vendors who sip around, it seems to be the trading city of the gods and ghosts.
It’s just that the people’s dress, race, and appearance are all unheard of in French.
"The power here, you don't know."
Zhou Yang smiled. "Because he and you are not a world."
He did not explain in detail, because Fahai believes that there are other worlds, and Zhou Yang said that he should be able to understand.
If, Fahai does not believe in the existence of other worlds, even if Zhou Yang said that the sky is falling, Fahai will not believe it.
Fahai listened to Zhou Yang’s words, a slight meal, other worlds?
"Do you know if the big day is dead or not?"
"Can you not die? So many masters go to the siege, I am afraid there is nothing left in the dregs."
"Why don't you go to see the masters killing the big day, and when I think about the Buddha being killed alive, I am excited."
"Why don't you go, have a life to see, no life to come back, their battles, I am afraid to destroy the earth, if you are not careful, you may die under the aftermath of the battle."
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Zhou Yang was not in a hurry, accompanied by the spirit of the Fahai to the Wanjielou, just a group of people passing by Zhou Yang and Fahai.
The topics they discussed completely brought the mind of Fahai to the past.
"The donor, are they talking about the Buddha?"
Fahai is thinking about whether there are other worlds. EbookFREE.me~ A group of people passing by the two people, their conversation, let Fahai rushed to the horror.
Even if someone kills the Buddha, is it the hunting ground for the devil?
"It is a Buddha, but he is another Buddha of the world."
Zhou Yang looked at the stunned Fahai and explained.
Hearing that others are hunting his faith, how to be unsettled and not angry at Fahai.
"Also ask the donor to tell the poor Buddha where I am going to rescue the Buddha."
Fahai is very excited and speaks a little vibrato.
"It’s too late, and I’m afraid the Great Day has fallen.

Zhou Yang looked at the hunters who had returned one after another. They couldn’t come back when they were not dead.
"died?"
The sea of ​​the Fahai is scattered, staggering, and the body is shaking.
In his eyes, even if there are other worlds, it is also the embodiment of the Buddha, and some people have killed the Buddha.
"You better not use any mana in Wanjie Mall, or you have to fall."
Zhou Yang looked at the Fahai, the body of the mana, and reminded him kindly.
"How can the Buddha die?"
Fahai does not believe, and his eyes are open to question.
"This master, the head of a big day, too valuable, how can you not die?"
A small trader, looking at the middle-aged look, ordinary ordinary Zhou Yang, and looked at the gorgeous, jewel-filled Fahai, could not help but go to Fahai.
"This is the skull of the Buddha."
"This is the body of Lohan."
"This is the underwear of Bodhisattva."
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"The master has no interest"
The small trader pulled the Fahai to his stall and pointed to the goods on a shelf, which were all odd things.
Fahai,"·······". (To be continued.)