Chapter 889: Plum blossoms in dream

In other words, even if Yang Jian continued to harass, he could not stop Xu Mo's Dao injury from healing.
Even if he fights to death here, he can only reluctantly delay.
The fact is right in front of him, Yang Jian can judge whether the other party has deceived his own eyesight, and can also feel the avenue carried on the pagoda.
The avenue is revealed, the road is perfect, the symbol of the peak of the saint.
Regarding this almost broken avenue, Yang Jian was more interested in the undisclosed avenue behind the pagoda.
Suddenly using extreme speed, the spear once again drew a bright arc of light, slashing towards Xumo.
The corners of Xumo's mouth twitched lightly, hidden away from the pagoda, and then retreated, and said: "I know it's useless, why bother?"
"It's useless if you don't try it; how do you kill you if it takes no effort?" Yang Jian said in a leisurely manner, and the offensive fell through, holding a long spear in his right hand, posing in a forward posture, and slowly exhaling a sigh The heart is stable again.
Yang Jian said calmly: "Back then Panshen could crush your avenue. I can't lose the face of Patriarch, I can't be worse than him."
There was a little more anger on Xu Mo's face, but Yang Jian had already rushed forward again.
With a cold snort, Xu Moti palms forcibly.
In fact, he was also a little jealous of Yang Jian, and could not allow Yang Jian and Yun Xiao to form a joint attack on him, otherwise he would have turned around to chase Yun Xiao, and would not fight Yang Jian this hard rock so far.
After the war resumed, the sea of ​​Dao Zezhi was generally calm for half a year, and then fell into turmoil again.
Even if it is difficult to distinguish the victory or defeat, even if he knows he is desperate, he can only delay the time for the opponent to recover, but Yang Jian still has to fight, and he still has to fight against Xu Mo.
Only in this way can he have more opportunities to hold on to the offensive of Xumo after Xumodao's wound has healed.
Only in this way can Yang Jian sharpen himself and allow the profound arts to find the cracks of breakthrough under the pressure of the strongest...
He also wanted a place to test his sword, but unfortunately there was only this extremely dangerous sharpening stone.
"Tsk."
Outside the city of Xuandu, the ruins of the Black Spirit Kingdom, among the mustard seeds.
Xuan Du in his sleep made a soft noise, his expression was a bit disgusting and helpless, but he soon recovered to his sleepy appearance again, snoring constantly.
He seemed to have seen a scene that disappointed him. In the deepest part of his spiritual platform, the scene of reflection in the small water pool was not a battle between Yunxiao and the Xeon's subordinates, but a rapid flow.
From the primordial land and the incomplete Netherworld, he quickly moved to the inside and outside of Profound Capital City, and kept switching around the Chaos Sea...
Xuantu's dream body, the handsome young man who had been guarding Yunxiao's side, was flickering everywhere in the Chaos Sea at this time, silently and without any fluctuations.
He seemed to be looking for something.
In fact, just a moment ago, he noticed a familiar breath trying to get close to Yunxiao, and then revealed his own breath, stunned the opponent.
Finally, the young man returned to his original position, ninety thousand miles away from the wilderness, watching Yunxiao and Xumo's fighting skills.
This sharp-edged young man who was more than ten times more handsome than when he was awake touched his chin, and mumbled impatiently: "Let him run away again this time. It would be a bit troublesome to send the news over there. "
Then he looked at Yunxiao who was fighting over there, his eyes more gentle.
This smile is so sweet.
Back then, when he first mastered the magical powers of the Big Dream, Xuandu worked the appearance of his dream body, and then he traveled through thousands of worlds with this body, experienced countless calamities and obtained countless opportunities.
But Xuantu's true body was still that disciple.
The thousands of great worlds he has experienced are just a few Yuanhui in his true body; sometimes a big dream, which has gone through hundreds of thousands of years in the dream, only a few hours have passed since he woke up.
Finally, once he slept for a thousand years, a thousand years and a dream, but in his dream he experienced an extremely brilliant cultivating world, and he saw it burned in the fire of heaven.
Even the destruction of this great world still has the power of his dream body.
That great world is called the Taichu, and later generations are called the "Post Taichu Realm".
In his dream, there are countless names in his body, but in the early days, his name was'Mengluo', which was homophonic with'Mengluo'.
‘Meng Luo’ looked down at his palm, his white and slender palm, like a woman’s hand, had a plum blossom in the middle of his palm. The plum blossom had six petals, six colors, six palms...
"If you can drag it for a while, it's a while. There is always a variable like Yang Jian, and you might be able to grasp the last chance."
In his sleep, Xuandu's face was helpless and lonely.
Is this a retribution?
Who knows that the unbridled and unscrupulous self in the dream can plant the bitter fruits of today; but then again, what can he change back then?
At that time, there were nine big stars, suppressed on the barren and boundless land in the late Taichu period, all beings were dead, all saints were dead, all spirits were returned to nothingness, and the world was instantly shattered.
The dream body named Meng Luo is not the three most dazzling ones, the gap is so clear...
"Sister, what are you doing with the power of all beings? Are you really going to resurrect the eternal God? Why can't I believe..."
The young man slowly clenched his fist, his eyes were a little bitter, and then he sighed lightly, and disappeared by himself.
It seems that it has never appeared, and it has never existed.
In the grass, Master Xuandu was sitting up with a yawn and stretched out, staring out the window for a while, then touching the lip print on his neck and chuckling.
"No wonder this guy Yang Jian is hanging out with his ladies all day... Hey, it happened that the junior and sister went to fight, and I don't know what Senior Xue Ling is up to at this time."
Smacking his lips, the Dao Sect disciple stood up, put on a Dao robe, Shi Shiran drove out of this place, and went to Xuantu City not far away.
...
Under the southern part of the continent, the existing edge of the Netherworld.
The original buddha realm seemed extremely crowded, but the golden pagoda where the Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva resided was still there. When Nanfangbuzhou was retreating, it was moved to the ground under Nanbuzhou, facing the six reincarnation pans.
At the top of the golden pagoda, the little monk in white opened his eyes, the brown divine light in his eyes quickly dissipated, but a few puffy sweats burst out of his forehead.
"Bodhisattva, who scared you like this?" Dihe asked, with a somewhat unbearable smile in his words.
The little monk in white shook his head solemnly, and his eyes revealed a look of memories.
"It's him? Why is he here? Could it be that a few adults were still worried about me and sent him over?"
The one who listened and learned interesting did not speak much, but the little monk in white clothes sat there thinking for a while, then chuckled lightly, got up and walked to the window, staring at the low gold sky and listening to the chanting floating around outside the golden pagoda. Zen sound.
"This drama is getting more and more interesting. It's a mere trivial thing, and there are already three people gathered here. Could it be possible to attract the fourth Xeon at the same time?"
Di listen to remind: "Bodhisattva, speak carefully."
The little monk in white clothes turned his head slightly, and from the corner of his sight, he watched and listened for a while, then put his hands together, with a smile on his mouth, and sang a Buddha's name.
That smile was a little crippled.
"Where is the truth?"
The divine beast stood up and walked slowly to the window. The white-clothed monk jumped on its back. The divine beast's four hooves were filled with clouds and mist, and it flew out of the golden pagoda.
For a time, there were kneeling figures everywhere in the Buddha realm.
Di listened and asked: "Bodhisattva, where to go?"
The Ksitigarbha King said warmly: "Go to visit the two saint empresses and ask about the subsequent battles of the great famine."
"Yes." Die listened and galloped toward the capital city tens of thousands of miles away.
But for a moment, after hearing that the sacred beast flew to the capital city, three of the ten temples Yan Jun went out to greet him, and went to inform the Dade Houtu.
In the past, in order to cover the retreat of the underworld, the Buddha Realm damaged nearly half of the Buddhist soldiers. The masters above Daluo also suffered heavy casualties, and the people in the underworld no longer mentioned the fact that Buddhism almost broke the underworld.
Now that the Ksitigarbha King is here, he is still in order to discuss major events, and Da Te Houtu can't avoid it.
The two saint empresses are sitting in the temple, with two layers of curtains hanging in front of them, and the saints' manners cannot be easily revealed.
In fact, the so-called major event is nothing more than the Ksitigarbha king asking what to do next.
Seeing Hou Tu and Nüwa, the two saints, the Ksitigarbha king looked up after sitting in the Buddhist ceremony, and Hou Tu ordered someone to move to his seat.
The Ksitigarbha king groaned a few times, and appropriately expressed a little at a loss and worry about the future of the great land, which perfectly matched his cultivation base and his identity in Buddhism.
Di Ting lay down behind the King Ksitigarbha, and flung his tail lazily.
"Two empresses, the little monk has no intention of practicing recently, but just came to ask, I don't know when we can counterattack..."
"It's too early to counterattack," Houtu whispered, "Now the cultivators are exhausted. After a long battle, they should rest and improve their realm."
Nuwa also said: "Do not worry, the Daoists of the Sanqing Dynasty have all calculated, we will be able to regain the land of the five continents."
"Oh?" The Ksitigarbha king showed a little joy, and asked hurriedly, "I don't know what calculations are, can I tell the little monk? If you can't say it, it doesn't matter, the little monk just has some joy in his heart, don't need to know this, just listen to the holy order Yes."
The two saint empresses looked at each other to stabilize the Buddha realm. Empress Nuwa said: "The specific calculations are only known to a few Taoists, and we only listened to them to give a general idea. For example, the place to try the sword is said to have Good results."
A place to try the sword?
The Ksitigarbha King smiled and said: "A place to try the sword? How can this be a general place?"
Houtu said: "There are also disciples in Buddhism who are practicing in the field of sword testing, don't the Ksitigarbha king know it?"
"This, I have never heard the world-zun mention it."
"That's actually just to help the rising stars to practice, borrow the mystery of the Chaos Clock, and give them more time to improve themselves and deal with future wars."
After Houtu's words, there was an inexplicable cloud in my heart, as if what I had just said was something wrong.
"The saint considers Zhou Xiang seriously," said the Ksitigarbha king with a smile, "if I have a chance, I would like to go there to experience it, but the Buddha realm is so complicated that it might be difficult to do it."
"The Buddha of the Ksitigarbha is so profound that I am afraid that it will be difficult to gain anything when I go to the place to test the sword," said the Nuwa Empress, "that is just to improve the cultivation of the disciples."
Jizo King smiled and nodded ~EbookFREE.me~ and led the topic aside.
After a few words of greetings and a moment of talk, the Ksitigarbha king got up and retired. The two saint empresses also sealed the hall with a large formation, and continued their previous practice in retreat.
Di Ting flew slowly against the low sky of the netherworld, and the king of the earth was sitting cross-legged on the back of the beast, his eyes showing a bit of playfulness.
"The place to try the sword? It sounds interesting, but I have to go see it someday."
"Bodhisattva, don't walk around, for fear of exposing yourself."
"The cultivation base has returned to 10%, so what fear does this seat have?"
"Yang Jian." Di Ting spit out these simple words.
"Alright, I will continue to stay here to practice, this imaginary is really like a waste, it is really annoying."
The little monk in white snorted, without concealing the contempt on his face, but when he thought of the battle between Yang Jian and Xu Mo during his wandering, seeing that Yang Jian could pierce the Taoist body of the strongest with a single shot, the corners of his mouth couldn’t help. Twitch gently...d