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Chapter 319 39. The back of the dragon, meet in a narrow way (second more-6346 words-for subscription)

Xia Ji sat on the head of the paper crane.

Fly on the white clouds.

There is no flying sword beside him, no magic weapon, but all things in the world are his weapons.

At the foot, mountains and rivers are far apart.

And when he arrives at each sect, what he has to do is simple.

Ask "Where is the god", and then kill if you should kill, and lose if you shouldn't.

He didn't know if he killed the wrong person, but as long as he got into this roaring red robbery, he didn't matter whether he killed the right or wrong. In essence, he was killing.

Killing itself is by no means kind, the key lies in what kind of world it will bring after the killing.

He closes his eyes, and his mind will show the brilliant and brilliant "history of creation", Xiao Su's painful cry, the appearance of Miaomiao running away, and the many things made by the gods. Disaster.

This is enough

Kill it.

kill.

kill.

A touch of black broke into his rushing heart.

The heart that seemed to never waver, began to surging, began to boil, and began to beat the stormy waves.

He is flying.

Kill.

Do not say kill.

See the evil ones to kill.

Kill from south to north.

From white to black.

Sect Master Fengqing had committed suicide, because in a sect, the sect master told him that because he led the way for the enemy, his family had been executed by the heretical hall of the gods.

Therefore, Sect Master Fengqing lost his mind, and after leaving all the remaining information, he immediately broke his heart and jumped off the paper crane.

After all, Zhang Jin was also frightened. After the initial excitement, he saw the cold rolling scene, and suddenly understood what level of war he was about to be involved in.

There was no warmth at all in the battle. Maybe he just stood on the side and would be crushed, so he left.

Xia Ji understood what he meant, and just let him go. This kind of battle is not something these monks can bear. If you want to witness that I bring you here, if you are afraid I will let you go.

Killing is nothing to be excited about, even for the uncontrollable anger in my heart, it is like drinking poison to quench my thirst.

The paper crane flapped its wings, fanning the wind and clouds.

Because Xia Ji's gas shield was opened, there was no high-altitude crosswind that could enter the paper crane range.

He glanced sideways at Miao Miao and Xiao Su.

Xiao Su was already a little silly, just coughing instinctively from time to time, she stared into the distance, as if she was going to freeze forever.

Miao Miao accompanied her and saw Xia Ji’s gaze, and suddenly said, “Sir, you don’t need to be guilty. Because everyone who died in your hands deserves to die. You didn’t live in this land before, no Know how much evil these people have done."

Xia Jidao: "I teach people to be good and not to see evil toward evil, but I violated it myself."

Miao Miao blinked and looked at him.

Xia Ji said, "I violated it, but I don't regret that I went deeper. There seems to be something throbbing in my heart, as if a devil is hatching.

Death and blood will become the devil's nourishment, and if it comes out one day, I don't know what I will become. "

"Mr"

"Call me uncle, you have called for many years in the past, since everything is doomed to re-acquaint you and I know you again, then call me uncle?"

"I, really was your wife in the past?"

"The future is too."

There was a confused look in Miaomiao's eyes. Her pair of small, white hands opened like claws, pressed on the paper crane, and watched as many monks flew up from the mountain sect in the distance.

Then again, this familiar process.

Yes, they won't say, otherwise they are waiting for the verdict of the Hall of Heresy, not to mention that they really don't know where the gods are.

Xia Ji waved his hand, and as soon as the wave passed, it destroyed the sword wave flying in the sea of ​​clouds on the opposite side.

The action is extremely easy.

It can be said that in the blink of an eye, the sword immortals are all in ashes.

Although Wei Zhou was big, such a huge movement threw him onto a brightly focused stage. All big forces, no matter the human race, the monster race, or the monk, began to know that someone was looking for trouble in the gods.

And those mortals who were oppressed and persecuted by the temples or the sects of Xia Ji secretly applauded.

As for those who have been mutilated to nothing, they are crying bitterly and yelling like "Heaven has reincarnation, good and evil have retribution."

"God Slaughter, kill them."

"What kind of gods are they."

"Stop talking soon"

"It doesn't matter if I say it, I only have a bad life. If I can cheer for that person, what if I have given up my life?"

"For hundreds of years, for hundreds of years, Jie Yao didn't kill us, but the gods were on the top, slaughtering fish and fooling the world."

"My God, have you finally opened your eyes?"

"This is not the heaven, this is the one."

"I really want to see him. I want to tell him that he is not alone, even if I am not enough to stand behind him, not enough to see his majestic slaughter, but I still want to pass."

"I want to watch him, how to slaughter those beasts, they die."

"Although ants can steal their lives, they never fear death!!"

A paper crane on that high place carries the flames of a prairie prairie.

It fluttered its wings, and wherever it went, the fire that was hidden in the heart was already burning.

Tens of millions, hundreds of millions, billions

Thousands of miles, hundreds of thousands of miles, hundreds of thousands of miles

Wei Zhou is very big. Although the paper cranes fly fast, they are not fast on this board, crawling step by step like a snail.

The flames of the human heart and the silent cry were completely detonated over time.

The world is about to boil. The people walking down the street, the disabled, the painful, and the weeping people all looked up at the sky.

Obviously there was nothing on that day, just white clouds or dark clouds as always.

But they suddenly fell in love with looking up, instead of being humble and trampled on the ground, they only dared to lower their heads, only dared to look at their toes, and only dared to say "I'm sorry".

Because they knew that there was a person there, sitting on a paper crane, going to slaughter the gods.

They don't know who that person is.

Don't know why he went to slaughter the gods.

But they were rejoiced from the bottom of their hearts, and when they had hope, they gave their lives for it without any regrets.

The world of pain, the earth of tears.

The gray world, with tears and pain as fuel, burned violently, rising into a raging fire that had been oppressed for hundreds of years.

"kill."

"kill."

"kill."

"Kill them."

People's eyes.

People's hearts.

The shouts of people.

Converged from the four directions.

But Xia Ji couldn't feel it.

Every time he kills a person, there is more darkness in his heart.

But it's wonderful.

But Xiao Su is here.

He felt it didn't matter.

Spotless is good, but if there is something that must be done, why bother with feathers,

Dyed, black, that's it.

I came from the light, but went to the darkness.

No regrets or regrets.

Late spring.

The ice and snow melted.

A barefoot monk in sackcloth stood beside the long bridge connecting Weizhou's north and south.

The bridge is a hundred miles long, if it is natural, there is a lot of spiritual energy condensed on it.

Under the bridge is the ocean current. Under this huge bridge that is hundreds of miles wide, it is rolling away, rushing endlessly, impacting on the dark and hard cliffs and shocking endless snow waves.

If compassion flows in the eyes of this barefoot monk, holding a simple scripture in his left hand, he muttered, "Bring me from fantasy to truth, from darkness to light, and from death to eternity."

This is a passage from the Ancient Vedic Sutra, the Upanishad Book of the Great Forest.

And the quaint scriptures are the ancient Vedic scriptures.

The barefoot monk is named Da Brahma.

It is the twenty heavens of Buddhism.

It was "killed" by Xia Ji 1,500 years ago.

But for unknown reasons, he was reborn in Shilu Temple and was born in a wonderful "egg" in the center of the temple.

at this time

Da Brahma just looked at the arrogant river with a smile on his face.

Soon

If he raised his head with feeling, he saw a paper crane landed on the bridge. He stepped forward and said to the man on the crane: "I have seen Mr."

Xia Ji recognized this person at a glance.

Now he knows that there are so many mysteries in the world, and the Twenty Heavens of Buddhism also contain secrets of different levels, and Brahma, the head of the Twenty Heavens, is even more mysterious.

He asked: "What is the monk doing here?"

Da Fantian said: "This bridge is named Tianlongbei, and it runs from north to south, and this bridge is very strange. Lao Na is here to tell.

"Where is the miracle?"

"There is a lot of aura, but there is no power of heaven and earth, no karma for good and evil, no flying swords to carry, no wind to defend. Water is even weaker. Falling into the water means sinking into the water until the ocean bottom Float."

The Great Brahma talks freely.

"As for the **** Mr. Yu is looking for is not in the south, but in the north, does Mr. know why?"

Xia Ji said, "You said."

Da Brahma said: "Because the Buddha is in the south and the demon is in the north."

After he finished speaking, he paused for a while, and continued: "The monk and the demon are not at odds with each other. There is nothing wrong with fighting each other on weekdays, and Lao Na will not participate more.

The demon needs to enter the world to refine the mind, but it is mostly like a piece of white paper, ignorant and ignorant. If you meet a good person, a good person is a good demon, otherwise it is an evil demon.

But the demon is ultimately different in nature, good and bad,

The monk can’t see this, so he will go to subdue the demons and subdue the demons.

The cause and effect are intricate and complicated, and the old Na just ignores it.

However, hundreds of years ago, the gods suddenly came from the east, set foot here, and then did not know what happened, in short, the gods suddenly mixed with the demon.

The desires of the gods are inherently infinite, and the demon is no longer afraid of having gods. The heart that needs to be refined has never been good, but it has become more and more distorted with the gods, so that it is out of control.

Today's Northland scene is extremely absurd. "

Da Fantian finished speaking quietly, and looked at Xia Ji, "I heard that Mr. wants to slaughter the gods, so Lao Na waited here and went north with him."

After all, Brahma smiled, folded his hands together, and bowed gently.

Xia Ji said strangely: "How do you know that I slaughter God?"

Da Brahma smiled and said, "Who knows the world?"

His compassionate eyes looked at the entrance of the long bridge that runs from north to south, "God also knows that you are here. This long bridge is sad, and this ocean of weak water is difficult to cross. Lao Na is here to help you.

Beidi is hell, and Lao Na is willing to go to **** with her husband. "

Miao Miao supported the confused Xiao Su. Although the two of them had little power, they were not afraid to attack because of Ding Haizhu, but Xia Ji looked at the mysterious bridge, but didn't know whether to take them over.

However, if he does not bring it, he is not at ease.

The words of the Great Brahma didn't say much any more. He stood at the entrance of Tianlong's back, bowed his head and waited quietly.

Soon

There was a loud laugh in the distance.

"The monk came here alone, so he didn't call me, he looked down on me, Cui Zhi?"

When the laughter arrived, one person walked on the wind, and his figure was frozen in the space, and then he landed a hundred meters away from Xia Ji, stopped slowly, and came slowly.

There is pride hidden between the eyebrows of this person, walking like a mountain moving, with a spear and a knife inserted behind it, which is a magic weapon, and this spear and knife can be assembled to form a huge sickle, especially good at not Harvest in a narrow but not wide area.

Tianlong back is such a place.

The visitor walked to the thirty-thousand-thousand-thousand-thousand-thousand-thousand-square foot spot, and he was sure of Xia Ji, and said with a smile: "Cui Zhi, I'm willing to give up this life and go north with Mr.

Xia Ji thought for a while, and realized that the trajectory of his slaughter sect must have been noticed by many people, so they knew that they were going north, so they waited here.

just

He wondered: "Why come with me?"

Cui Zhi said: "Mr. Don't laugh, I didn't dare before, but now I am not afraid."

Xia Ji asked, "Why not be afraid?"

Cui Zhi said: "If you say that this southern land is the embers of fire, your sir is the kind of fire, and when this kind of fire is dropped on the land of embers, it will cause a prairie fire.

This mind burns all people, and naturally burns people like me. If you don't raise your head this time, I'm afraid that the bottom of my life will be hard for me.

So here I am. "

Xia Ji asked, "Who are you?"

Cui Zhi smiled and said, "Why don't you ask more if you are going to die."

After all, he went forward and stood at the entrance of Tianlong’s back and stood with the Great Brahma. But just by looking at the two people getting along, he knew that Cui Zhi must be the top master of this side, and his strength is not under the Great Brahma. .

After a short while, I saw that between the world and the earth, many figures swarmed in. Everyone was not waiting, there were monks, there were people dressed up as fairy knights, there were scholar-like swordsmen, and there were ragged beggars with smiles. A flower-like fairy, a commanding general like a demon king

Different types.

But the same thing is that each of them exudes a unique aura. This aura is the embodiment of their own mental strength, is the condensation of the spirit, and has nothing to do with the realm.

But just from the way they get along with each other and the way they talk, they all know that these people must be heroes born in the world of thousands of miles.

Each of them had a smile in their eyes.

Miao Miao was very happy to see so many people coming to help Xia Ji.

She ran behind Xia Ji, pushed him and said, "Big brother, look, although you don't know, although you can't see it, there are many people who help you."

Xia Ji listened to this weird title.

Miaomiao's eyes turned into a small crescent moon with a smile, "You asked me to be uncle, but I don't, let alone how do you look like uncle?"

Xia Jidao: "You"

Miao Miao interrupted him: "I want to accompany you on the bridge."

Xia Ji hesitated and said, "Okay, you protect Xiao Wu, no matter when, never leave me."

"I know I know, long-winded brother."

When Xia Ji saw many people gathered here, he didn't wait any longer. He had completed the adjustment of his state, and now his whole person was like a cutting edge, intact and full of brilliance.

He was about to step forward.

In the distance, a man who was nearly four meters tall and looked like a general said: "Sir, wait a minute, there are still many people who have not come. If these people can't stay with you, they will regret it for life."

On the other side, a fairy in green shirt softly leaned against the bridge pile on Tianlong’s back, and said: "We are fast, some people come on horseback, and some people run over, they are slow, but Their hearts are the same, so Mr. is waiting for them."

Another humane looking like a hero: ""The drunk is born, the awake is dead. The drunk lives as a slave, and the awake fights to death. The slaves have been drinking for hundreds of years, drunk, dreaming, and walking dead. Now they finally wake up, the husband is waiting for them. "

Xia Ji answered and raised his head.

The sky is flourishing.

It's late spring.

And under the firmament of this spring day, just like a big river just thawing, thousands of rivers and streams converge from different directions,

If you look closely, everyone has it.

Yes, not even the extraordinary.

Some, not even warriors, just some mud legs that bought a knife after using up their wealth.

A few days later

To the south of Tianlong's back, a mighty crowd gathered unexpectedly.

Wang Xiong also came.

Zhang Jin is here too.

Fang Chuyu also came.

Everyone looked at the young man who was headed. The young man was dressed in white. Behind him there were two women, one wrapped in fur clothes for protection against the cold, and the other beautiful and beautiful in white.

Xia Ji walked to the bridge head.

This bridge tolerates five carriages running side by side, with no end in sight,

This bridge can only be walked over, and this bridge is destined to be the place where the gods ambushed.

Brahma put his hands together, and a crowd of monks gathered behind him. Some were holding colorful umbrellas, some holding vajra, some holding bells carved with thunderbolt patterns, and some holding lion knives and cymbals.

Da Brahma asked: "Sir, do you want to go?"

Xia Ji looked at the head of the twenty heavens wrapped in a linen robe and felt a sense of wonder and impermanence in his heart.

One thousand and five hundred years ago, you and I were enemies, endlessly dying.

One thousand and five hundred years later, you and I will live and die side by side.

When he looked back, he also saw Emperor Shitian, the secret trace King Kong, the emperor of Sun Palace, and many former enemies.

Today, they are on the same path.

Xia Ji said, "Let's go."

Then he stepped forward.

This bridge is really weird. Once it falls on it, the magical powers and karma are like freezing, but the law body is also suppressed in a strange way, and the feeling of stepping on the bridge itself makes people feel that it is not made of any material. , Like a corpse from nowhere.

Xia Ji walked forward, and many people followed him.

From south to north.

And if you look down from a very high point, you can see the opposite side of the bridge, like a wave, on the other side of the bridge, there is an endless army.

Obviously, the people of the gods, or the God Lord Qin Chentian and Qin Qin, had made up their minds to strangle the rebellious people who did not know good or bad and did not know how to be grateful for hurting him on the bridge.

However, he never expected that there would be so many people.

Two waves of people collided.

Xia Ji raised his hand and tapped lightly.

Knocking on the void.

Like opening the door of heaven and earth.

The door opened and saw the air of chaos.

The gray dharma phase is like a torrent, flowing out from his fingertips and rushing forward.

At this time, the quirks of the bridge were revealed. Here, all consumption has increased exponentially.

The Brahma walked on the left side of Xia Ji, with compassion and compassion, and said "Amitabha Buddha", then his body changed, giving birth to four heads and four hands, holding on to the ancient Vedic scripture, golden swan, crowned jade peacock, and rosary.

Powerful energy surging forward along with it.

Cui Zhi walked on the right side of Xia Ji. He had assembled the spear of the magic weapon and the sword of the magic weapon on his back, turning it into a long sickle exuding a terrible breath. The faint blue breath that makes people palpitate and want to escape.

These breaths cut sharp blue circles in front of him, but those who enter the circle die.

Behind Xia Ji, there were various attacks, various energies of different strengths and weaknesses, as well as roars and shouts moving forward, like an indomitable stormy sea, thrusting northward.

Long bridge hundred miles.

Weak water rages.

The opposite side suddenly separated again, and the metal flash suddenly dazzled.

Accompanied by the muffled thunder that made the bridge feel seismic.

From a high altitude, you can see that it is a group of heavy cavalry, I don't know how many thousands of people.

And these heavy armored cavalry are all martial artists who have reached the eleventh realm and cultivated the Dharmakaya, but they have ordinary qualifications, have not reached the peak of the eleventh realm, and have not broken free from the shackles of mortal life.

But even so, these people turned into cavalry, but they are still very strong.

In particular, there seems to be someone who is using the Confucianism to condense the qi of these tens of thousands of eleventh-level cavalry into a terrifying appearance.

This aspect has transcended the Dharma aspect, even beyond the scope of the Dharma body, but rushed to the peak of the thirteen realms in one fell swoop, showing the power of heaven and earth on the bridge that suppresses the realm.

Vaguely, it was like a spear stabbed from the vast space.

The tip of the gun was facing Xia Ji and all the people behind Xia Ji.

When all the forces fought against the tip of the gun, they all bounced off.

Seeing that the cavalry of this body is in front of you, further forward, the heavy form of this cavalry will crush all the weaker people under the bridge and fall into the weak water.

Brahma, Di Shitian, Cui Zhi, Wang Xiong, Zhang Jin, Fang Chuyu, and many monks, monks, heroes and warriors, stopped and attacked.

But these attacks are sporadic after all.

The oncoming gun is already a turbulent bridge, and the air flow is vertical and horizontal, but the indestructible blow is cohesive.

Before this gun arrived, it had ripped apart all the sporadic attacks.

Miaomiao shrank behind Xia Ji with the unconscious Xiaosu, her face couldn't help showing fear, she looked at the boy's back

Only the back is blocking the army.

But can you stop it?

Miaomiao's brain is blank.

Xia Ji didn't want to show the Law Bodies.

because

Although the law body is himself.

But it can't be fully displayed in the world.

Therefore, the semi-finished Dharmakaya after the change will look ugly and will “leak secrets”.

But at this time, he had to show it.

So he took a step forward.

Only when he stepped on the ground at this step, his figure was obviously extremely slow, and he clearly had a sense of hierarchy, but he began to change in a posture of the rapid change of mind.

Nine Great Omens, Black Emperor, Mirage Lord, Zhu Rong, Fire Lord, Madame Gouyi, White Phoenix, Inverse Entropy Lord, Huo Gu, Mourners

The nine signs are united into one, fused into the tenth flame of the heaven and earth to the hot and sun that originated from the source of the robbery itself-the source flame.

The ten flames were united and attached to Xia Ji's body, stimulating his power, so that the pores all over his body no longer exist, but turned into a pitch-black scale armor.

The scales are as black as an abyss, with molten lava flowing between them, a ring of fire scattered, and spots of light shaking

But his figure was as high as three feet high, and he grabbed the Hades from his arms.

The knife changes with the heart, and the moment is also turned into three feet.

In Xiao Ming's yet completely perverted, timid, happy and pleasant whisper, Xia Ji suddenly raised the dark knife of death, and slammed into the torrent of steel.

At this time, Xiao Ming reacted and shouted hoarsely: "Chop, chop the fuck!!"

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