She Made The Whole Cultivation World Cry

Do not return to the north of the sea.

The Buddha's name that resounded through the heaven and earth made Scorpion King feel as if he was facing a formidable enemy, leaving Jiang Yuebai behind and fled.

Jiang Yuebai was almost buried in the ground and couldn't get out. After a lot of effort, he finally got out of the ground holding the flower pot.

She shook off the dust, stood up from the barren gravel hill, looked back at the battlefield to the south, and was shocked by the majestic golden lotus.

The temple on the mountain is like a tomb, and the golden lotus made of yellow sand is born under the tomb to pay homage to the dead.

Jiang Yuebai turned his eyes away from the golden lotus in the sand, and looked at the small figure that could not be ignored high in the sky.

Obviously looking over from her, the figure was no bigger than a palm, but Jiang Yuebai had a dazzling feeling of staring at the golden brilliance of the scorching sun.

That aura reminded Jiang Yuebai of the first time he met the Supreme Elder.

"Is that... Huashen?"

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On the battlefield, all the people bowed their heads, and the monsters scattered.

Even the three Nascent Soul stage monsters who hadn't emerged from the ground resolutely fled, not daring to contend with Huashen.

Daoist Wu Zong Jindan and other disciples were pale and stayed where they were, not daring to move.

Everyone in the Buddhist sect was ecstatic, and honestly joined their hands in worship, because the old man with a white beard in the sky, wearing a cassock and holding a Zen staff in his hand, was a Buddha.

The earth shook and the wind raged, but no matter how hard Ruosheng tried, the old monk only needed to stand there, and the golden lotus began to collapse from the top, and the sand poured down like a waterfall.

"Ruosheng, you haven't shown your body yet?"

The old monk asked softly, the yellow sand rolled up a slender tornado from the ground, went straight into the sky, gathered a human shape in front of the old monk, and changed back to the appearance of a white-clothed monk.

Seeing him, the eyes of everyone below suddenly became hot.

Ruosheng's eyes were bloodshot, staring at the old monk, his voice was squeezed out between his teeth.

"You didn't come back then, why did you come today!!"

Ruosheng once saw the portrait of the old monk at his master, according to his seniority, he had to call the old monk Master Master, Master Wuchen!

"Amitabha, it's the old monk who came late, but it's not too late for you. Let's go back to the Vajra Stage with the old monk. This is also your master's wish."

"Don't mention him to me! It was your King Kong Terrace who didn't want him back then! It was your King Kong Terrace who refused to save him and watched the Prajna Temple perish. You didn't care about it for so many years? Now that I want revenge, why do you want me?" Is it right to turn back?"

If Sheng roared with anger, Monk Wuchen was always calm.

"When Minghai sealed the ghost clan, Lao Na joined forces with Guiyuan Jianzong and Tianyanzong, two deities, and consumed too much of the origin, so that the cultivation base almost fell to Yuanying."

"I've been in seclusion until today, and I didn't see a letter from your master until I left the seclusion. He said that he had accepted a good disciple, and said that he wanted to send you to the Vajra Terrace, and give it to me to teach."

"When the accident happened in Banruo Temple, King Kong Terrace didn't receive any distress letter. When I found out later, it was too late. Although the old monk was in retreat these years, King Kong Terrace had gone to the quicksand area many times to find the surviving disciples of Banruo Temple. On the sect's task list, this task is still prominently displayed."

"Enough!" Ruosheng interrupted Monk Wuchen, "What's the use of telling me these things now? My master is dead, and the Prajna Temple is gone!"

Monk Wuchen let out a long sigh, "Since you know that people cannot be resurrected after death, why do you want to implicate the innocent?"

"Innocent?" Ruosheng sneered, "Aren't the people in Banruo Temple innocent? Did they consider innocence when they murdered them? Wouldn't it be good for me to kill all these evil people and build the Land of Ultimate Bliss?" ?”

Wu Chen clasped his hands together, "There are ten thousand ways in the world, the evil will not exist, the good will live forever, and those who want to kill will be cut off from the world, in the vastness, and there will be retribution. If you live, if you continue like this, you will fall into a demon."

Ruosheng flicked his sleeves, "Buddha won't save me, I will abandon Buddha and become a demon! I don't ask about cause and effect in the world, I just want to be ashamed of myself! If you block me today, I will be destroyed, and I will step over you!"

"As long as there is one breath left, I will wipe out the eight major sects in the Quicksand Region, and rebuild the Prajna Temple on top of their bones to pay homage to the souls of the dead!"

Ruosheng's body spread out, rolled up the yellow sand and turned into thousands of butcher knives, killing everyone below.

"Amitabha."

With a sound of the Buddha's name, the Yellow Sand Butcher Knife disappeared silently under the terrified gazes of the crowd at the moment of the owl's head.

The wind was strong, and the wind and sand filled the sky. Ruosheng once again gathered his giant hands of yellow sand, and slapped the crowd hard.

The imposing giant palm dispersed silently again.

Get together again and again, and disperse again and again.

No matter how hard Ruosheng tried, this was the case.

"Why? Why exactly?"

Powerlessness and despair erupted in Ruosheng's heart. Monk Wuchen just stood there quietly, and he could be like a god and Buddha.

Let his years of painstaking arrangements be in vain, make him unable to do anything, let him watch this group of damned people, from fear to frivolity, with sarcasm in their eyes, and never have any... regret!

Buddha, why do you have to protect these wicked people!

Where is his Buddha?

"If you are alive, don't be obsessed with your mistakes and go back with the old monk."

Ruo Sheng appeared in the body, dressed in white clothes better than snow, standing among the group of disciples of various sects holding butcher knives and covered in blood, not stained with dust.

Ruosheng's eyes were blood red, and the fundus of his eyes was a little moist. He gradually loosened his clenched fists and smiled.

"It seems that today, I really can't be kind."

As soon as the words fell, Ruosheng crazily burned the source, and the whole thing did not return to the sea, and the long yellow sand floated up in the sky, and every grain of sand was golden and shining brightly.

Just like the day when Ruo Ruo was born into the world, the golden light tore through the darkness and illuminated the world.

In the mirage of the light, a monastery and a bodhi tree appeared. Under the tree, a monk whose face could not be seen clearly was sitting cross-legged, reciting scriptures.

"Looking at the Bodhisattva, deep in Prajna Paramita for a long time, you can see that the five aggregates are empty, and you can overcome all hardships..."

Amidst bursts of Sanskrit sounds, the surging spiritual power of heaven and earth is compressed and condensed in every grain of sand, with the will to bury everything as if alive.

Everyone was suppressed in place, feeling the fear and despair of death.

"well……"

With a faint sigh, Monk Wuchen threw out the purple gold bowl, and the surging power swept across the entire Sea of ​​No Return in an instant.

All the sand with Ruo Sheng's will gathered into a river, rolled up backwards, and all of them were sucked into the purple gold bowl.

The wind howled, and Ruosheng was unwilling to be angry, but even if he tried everything, exhausted his source and exposed himself, he still couldn't compete with Wuchen Monk.

The 'body' was about to be completely swallowed by the purple gold bowl, and Ruosheng's furious voice resounded through the heavens and the earth.

"Wuchen bald donkey, when I return to the sun, I will definitely set off this quicksand field!!"

boom!

The sand in the Zijin bowl exploded suddenly, and the surging aftermath swept across Liuhe, and everyone was slammed into the air by the blast.

Ruosheng cut off his tail to survive, and a handful of yellow sand disappeared out of thin air.

Monk Wuchen stood motionless in the midst of the sandstorm, turning his head to look north.

At the same time, on the gravel hill in the north, Jiang Yuebai's flowerpot on the ground suddenly shattered, and a thin stream of yellow sand rushed out of it, heading straight for her.

At the very moment, runic lights shone around the flowerpot, and the fine stream of yellow sand slammed into the formation of light barrier.

boom! bang bang!

Jiang Yuebai retreated on guard, watching the trickle of yellow sand impatiently hitting the barrier continuously.

Fortunately, after being overcast by Mo Baichun, she took precautions in everything, and embedded a formation plate under the flower pot early on just in case.

"Jiang Yuebai, don't you want the spirits of heaven and earth? As long as you stand up and vow to avenge the Prajna Temple, I will destroy my spiritual consciousness and let you devour it!!"

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