Super Monk - Chapter 4437

The majestic voice of the emperor of heaven seemed to ring directly in the heart of the seven kill Taoist. It shook his calm thought and trembled his natural aura at infinite height. It made him feel deep fear, hopelessness, no fighting spirit, and besieged in all directions. However, he wanted to put down his sword, lower his head, yield to each other and get protection.

Together with this idea, the sword of the netherworld trembles suddenly. The dark blade without flowers and stripes swings out a circle of killing intention. It cuts off the hesitation, fear and despair in the heart of Taoist Qisha, and shatters the time solidified like amber around.

In the eyes of Taoist Qisha, Li mang twinkles, which contains the purest and most original meaning of killing. The Taoist body turns light, rubs into the evil sword of the netherworld sea, and sets up a dark sword that can kill all things and heaven. It cuts through time, cuts the river, and brings the pause of time and space. It cuts the symbol of this era under the sword to kill the foundation of all things.

The emperor of heaven is hazy, like a thousand mountains and rivers apart. He calmly reaches out his hand and gathers his sword and awn to form a little wave light, which is just in front of the dark competition. At the same time, both of them solidify at the junction of boundless chaos and time, as if they have evolved into a vivid picture.

Suddenly, the light burst through the dark sword, extending to the past, connecting the illusory time and destiny. Inside, all the figures appeared, all of them were the past seven kill Taoist.

The past that he was cut off by the sword of the netherworld sea was “forced out” by the emperor of heaven at this moment, and the illusory brand turned into real existence!

The past reappeared. The seven kill Taoist was sleeping outside the heaven and earth, waiting for the coming of the end of the robbery and the command of the magic Buddha. The seven kill stele stood in front of him.

In silence, the seven kill stele glowed with a clear light, like awakening some brand, suddenly flew to the seven kill Taoist, enveloping him inside.

The emperor of heaven has gone back to time and left an indelible secret mark in the original stone tablet of the emperor of heaven, which has lasted until it became the seven kill tablet and the “now” that suddenly broke out!

The light flashed, and the sword of the netherworld pierced through the time. It shot from the brow of Taoist Qisha. With a sharp cut, the stone tablet faded its light, lost its vitality, and began to decay.

Just at this time, the seven kill Taoist had made great achievements in his cultivation and was planning to set off a great massacre in the real world. In the past, he was dazed and scared. He saw himself standing in a palm that seemed to cover the sky. It was as small as dust, and the palm was dark and evil, with red and black luster, and it seemed that there were ten thousand characters in reverse.

Looking from the palm of the hand, it was a dirty and deep arm, and this arm was just one of the 20 or 30 ordinary arms, neither holding the human skin wooden fish nor holding the white bone rosary beads.

The master of these arms is a terrifying demon full of heaven. It looks like the king of Ming and the fallen Buddha. With dozens of eyes, it looks at the seven kill Taoist with a cruel smile. It is the demon Buddha who turned the seven kill Taoist into his own puppet!

“If you can escape for a while, you can’t escape for a lifetime, and you won’t surrender again!”

The sound of demons and Buddhas is buzzing and shaking the sky, which makes use of the means of terrorizing, bewitching and luring to the extreme.

Seven kill Taoist trembled all over, and the fear that even the hell sea sword could not be killed permeated his whole body. He just wanted to give up his hand, serve respectfully, humiliate and live, and wait for the future.

His eyebrows split, and the sword of the netherworld shot out again. A bit of secluded light went straight to the magic Buddha, disturbing the voice of bewitching God.

However, in this way, the history of confrontation with the emperor of heaven is at stake, and the light of Buddha shines on these two periods of history. The voice of “lay down the butcher’s knife and become a Buddha on the spot” echoes in the ears of the seven kill Taoist.

Amitabha did not give up, once again!

Even an old man, the sword of the netherworld can fight against each other for a few breath at most. Now facing the three of them, there is no reason to be spared. Therefore, the feeling of despair and coldness occupies the heart of Taoist Qisha. Even because he can’t go back to the past, it’s hard to grasp the specific details only by the sword of the netherworld. He deeply feels that his fate is completely in the other’s mind and can only hope in the future The three ancient people scrutinized and restrained each other.

At this time, one of the history, the black mountain old demon world.

Looking at the little location master in front of him, listening to his shock, he blurted out: “you are a real black mountain old demon!”

He smiles:

“the Dharma body sleeps deeply, gets rid of distraction, goes through reincarnation, and waits for catastrophe. It’s a good way to extend his life. But he wants to see the past life and cut off the past. It’s beyond his capacity.”

“All his plans, all his plans, are in my eyes, there is no secret, such an outcome is predestined, do you think so?”

As soon as his voice fell, he suddenly found the little master on the other side with a leisurely smile. He raised his hand and pointed out that his voice was misty to his ears:

“he was destined, and the ending is hard to change. How about you? Are you willing to have your own destiny? ”

This He is not a weak master, but a big man on the other side! Many pictures flashed in the mind of Taoist Qisha, which made his eyes solidified.

Combined with the bits and pieces of the sword, he saw the “current” desperate situation of himself, and saw the giant palm of Buddha light, Qingmang stone tablet and red and black characters.Doomed, doomed?

Are you really willing?

This tiny location master was not controlled by others at the beginning, but finally broke away from the control, jumped out of the sea of bitterness, and achieved the true realm of the other side!

Whenever there is a ray of life, a little hope, they will never give up!

As he thought about it, he saw that Zhao Fugui, who was clearly only in the master’s realm, had a bright and perfect light behind his head, shining through his heart, and said: “I have borrowed the seven killing steles for several times, and now I come to repay my kindness.”

“If you enter yuxu palace, you should be a guest minister, not a servant or a puppet. If you have a chance to visit the other side in the future, I would like to help you.”

“It’s just that Taoists have too much to kill. They have to read morality all the time to cultivate their mind.”

Taoist Qisha was stunned. Unexpectedly, Zhao Luo, the founder of the Yuan Dynasty, remembered his little cause and effect. Seeing that there was no way to escape, it seemed that the best choice was to shelter yuxu palace.

At this time, Zhao Fugui’s smile became solemn and said: “in today’s world, any other side may cooperate with the magic Buddha in the future, but poor Tao will never. What hesitation do Taoist friends have?”

Yes, there is a relationship between Zhao Luo, the founder of heaven, and the magic Buddha. You have nothing to do with me! Seven kill Taoist thought, finally made up his mind, bowed his head, bowed respectfully and said:

“see Zhangjiao Tianzun!”

“Good!” Zhao Fugui laughs, and the cloud of the first day of Wuji flies out of his head. As soon as his sleeve robe is lifted, he puts the seven kill Taoist priest and the hell sea sword in it, so that his past and future may be pulled and curled up by Wuji. He avoids the giant palm of the magic Buddha, the light of the stone tablet and the sound of Amitabha putting down the butcher’s knife. He rolls into a chaotic ball and follows the noumenon And put it into the sleeve.

Then, he put away the bright and round light and the confused Qingyun behind him, and went back to the yuxu palace leisurely.

Between heaven and earth, everything is calm again.

When Zhao Fugui’s sleeve robe was raised again and the seven kill Taoist priest was released, his past and future began to be influenced by the underworld sword, constantly being cut off, leaving only his brand. There was no need to worry about being quietly influenced by other shores.

Jieqifu sits in the Yuqing hall, and the seven kill Taoist is on his knees. Looking at the dark and chaotic place above, he seems to be Zhao Fugui, the founder of the world. His eyes twinkle and his mood is complicated. Finally, with a long sigh, he gets up to salute, respectfully leaves, and reads Daode in the quiet room.

………

The defeat of seven kill Taoist failed. Instead of being depressed, the emperor of heaven returned to the top of jiuchongtian and the withered trees.

His eyes were deep, he suddenly stretched out his right hand, and suddenly cut out a shimmering light towards the fairyland below, stirring the mysterious and delicate years.

The celestial generals and star officials who were frozen in the fragments of the fairyland suddenly regained their vitality and “walked” out of the still time, revived and welcomed the emperor.

In this process, the lower the realm, the less influenced by the eternal time, and to the level of legend, it is difficult to live by this way.

Countless heavenly generals, celestial generals and celestial princes return, just like a deep sleep, and then sleep from the ancient times to the current node, which makes the dead and lonely fairyland glow with the color of life again. It is noisy and lively, but the third and second layers destroyed by Zhao Fugui, and the battle field on the other side can no longer be restored.

With the awakening of one of his subordinates in the past, the emperor of heaven kept flashing light, as if lighting up the bright stars one by one, forming a sea of light. From countless weak blessings, the power of the past was refined again!

The end of things that never ended in ancient times will come to an end!