Chapter 2303: backing

The appearance of Yang Tao's voice instantly turned the entire ocean into blue. That was all the power of the Thunder God of Kui Shui, constantly rolling and surging.
Moreover, this divine thunder did not attack the stone statue at all, but was constantly pouring into the millstone.
"It's nothing more than a group of ghosts, you dare to seduce me in front of Lao Tzu, huh, you don't look at yourself, it's nothing."
The deity of Yang Tao who was sitting upright instantly got up, he took a step and came to Li Wenting's side.
"Girl, did you know something a long time ago? You should know more about the grave." Yang Taonuo said thoughtfully and asked Li Wenting.
"Yeah." Li Wenting didn't answer directly, but nodded slightly.
"Okay, then I should have guessed... But I didn't expect it to be like this. I originally thought this was a good place... Unfortunately, even if it was my cheap master, I don't know..."
Yang Tao muttered in his heart, everything is cause and effect, as early as when he stepped on this road, it seemed that all of this was destined.
but! ! !
Yang Tao suddenly raised his head and looked at the sky above.
"However, since you like to play chess so much, and you still let Lao Tzu be a like this, huh! Let's take a look, Lao Tzu agrees or not."
The corner of Yang Tao's mouth was slightly upturned, crossing a cruel arc.
The thousand-foot-high stone statue on the opposite side moved at this moment.
Originally, he stood there quietly, but at this moment, one of his hands suddenly opened, slowly raised, and then slowly pressed towards Yang Tao's side.
With the constant movement of the huge palm, a dazzling Buddha light appeared around it.
Even in the Buddha's light, there is a huge that continuously rotates, showing inexplicable power.
The monk should know that the grinding disc cannot pose a threat to Yang Tao. Because Yang Tao's actions at the moment have explained everything, the azure blue sunflower divine thunder is not against the stone plate, but the symbol of the golden blood condensing on the dissolving stone plate.
These are the bonds that control the grinding disc.
"Fuck? Tathagata palm?"
Yang Tao saw the huge palm coming towards him, and suddenly subconsciously let out a low voice.
This situation is really incredible.
However, the power at this moment is even greater. Because Yang Tao suddenly felt that the space around him was restricted again.
To be precise, under this palm is a world of its own.
Both Yang Tao and Li Wenting can move freely in this space under the palm of their hands.
but! ! !
But it could not be moved into the space outside the palm of the hand.
"Bad guy, this... how does this feel like being enveloped by the Buddha's Five Finger Mountain?"
Li Wenting feels very bad, like the palm of the Lord Buddha described in a masterpiece that I have read in the mortal world, no matter how hard he tries, he can't get out of this palm.
"Is it really the palm of the Tathagata?"
Yang Tao had a strange face and deliberately said this.
After seeing Yang Tao's form, Li Wenting felt calm again. At the very least, as long as this bad guy can still have such a mentality, it shows that he has confidence in all this.
"Hey, monk ghost, what are you doing? Is the Buddha Kingdom in the palm of your hand, so used by you?"
The palm of his hand claims to be a piece of heaven and earth. What Yang Tao can think of is this kind of magical power in Buddhism.
"But you seem to have forgotten, our cultivation is the same. Even if you use this body, but...we are the swordsman fairy who is known as the strongest attacker. One is even more powerful...I don't bother to give it. You introduced, do you think your behavior is interesting?"
Yang Tao still spoke in a daunting manner, as if he didn't take the slowing slap in front of him as the same thing.
His eyes kept releasing golden light, shooting towards the surroundings, as if looking for something.
"Huh, death is imminent, dare to be so rampant..."
Before the monk's words were finished, Yang Tao interrupted him.
"I've heard many people say this to me, but they are all turned into ashes, but Lao Tzu is still jumping here."
Yang Tao opened his mouth with a smile, and at the same time, a small square appeared in his depth.
The shape and size are comparable to ordinary talisman.
"Now, let Lao Tzu guess if it is what I thought." Yang Tao passed a trace of hesitation in his heart, but it disappeared in an instant, followed by a touch of firmness.
Some things must be clarified.
I have guesses in my heart, the so-called grave! It could only be this, if not, then Yang Tao really can't figure it out.
If it is true, everything about everyone can be reasonably explained.
"Huh! Do you have any other cards? Under my palm, it is a country." The monk is extremely confident. This so-called one country can be big or small.
Just like the legend of the mortal world, the palm of the Buddha's master can be opened casually, and the size of a country can prevent the Monkey King from flying out. Although it has other magical powers, it can also be seen.
"Really? Then try it."
Yang Tao was surging in his cultivation base, and all his true essence rushed towards the phantom of the talisman in front of him.
It was not a special magic talisman, but Yang Tao's natal talisman.
Mountain Talisman!
What was burned was not other things, but his Yunshan! ! !
In Yang Tao's view, the so-called grave can only be his own cloud mountain.
Why is Yunshan so blessed and so aura? If it is a grave, then it can be explained.
Why even in the underworld, Yunshan can swallow the surrounding mountains and let himself grow. If it is a grave, that can be explained.
And the origin of the little stone!
And where did the great sages of the heavens come from? All of this can be explained.
If Yunshan is a grave.
and! ! !
Are there some amazing people buried in the grave?
When Yang Tao thought of this, the soul of his whole person was trembling constantly. This may be the biggest secret I can guess. If everything is true, then Yunshan...
"What?! You, you...you know...this...tomb..."
Don't need Yang Tao to think about it, the monk's voice has already explained it.
The reflection of the natal spirit talisman was not Yunshan but an entity, but a phantom, but Yang Tao could feel that the surrounding space was shattering.
To be precise, it is the state of Buddhism in the palm of the hand that is constantly fragmenting.
Even if the Buddha's body is strong, this supernatural power is powerful. But what he is wrapping at this moment is far beyond the limit he can contain.
This is a grave!
Besides, I don’t know what terrible graves were buried...