Alternative God Level Appreciation Master

"Poor Girl" Qin Taoyu

Pengmen didn't know Qi Luoxiang, and planned to ask the good matchmaker to hurt himself.

Who loves romantic and high style, and pity Shijian to dress up together.

Dare to exaggerate the ten fingers by coincidence, and don't lengthen the eyebrows.

I hate the gold thread every year and make wedding clothes for others.

Who is he who makes a wedding garment for another?

Tang Shi's eyes were a bit resentful, but when he looked at Lin Tian, ​​he looked a little weird——

Tuoshanyin is very powerful, but it is no match for Tang shi's trick!

The green hill was so huge that it stretched over Tang Shi's head, and even soon, this huge shadow directly covered the sky above Xiao Zizai, dull and depressing, which made people panic from the bottom of their hearts.

Tang Shi picked up the pen, and the pure black ink blotted out in mid-air with the movement of his hand, and immediately there were countless ink floats around him, like the lightest cloud in the sky, like the lightest cloud in the sky. It's the softest ripple in the water, and it's the deepest murderous intent in Tang Shi's heart!

"I bitterly hate pressing the gold thread every year and making wedding clothes for others..."

He likes the word "shang" the most, just because there is a ceremony of painting clothes in Ximo Pavilion.

Painting clothes, painting clothes, why do people paint clothes?

Tang Shi picked up the pen lightly, and wrote the character "Shang" on the bottom of the green hill that was quickly pressing over his head. The ink was black. Tang Shi slapped his left hand, and the palm of his hand printed the "Shang" that he wrote just now. On the words, then the ink blots seemed to be scattered in the water suddenly, and then they smudged towards the whole mountain. The speed was extremely fast, like radiating light, and the smearing was followed by continuous shooting with Tang Shi's palm. The speed is faster, and the entire bottom of the mountain has been covered in the blink of an eye.

At the bottom of the green hill, there is a big "Shang" character!

Lin Tian didn't know what Tang Shi was going to do at all, he just felt that Tang Shi's writing was weird, just now he wrote two characters, one Tang Shi became three, now he writes this thing, what is he going to do?

I don't know, so he is not afraid!

Just kill him before he casts his spell.

The thinking of the strong is very simple and rude, but he did not expect that Tang Shi's thinking is even simpler and rude!

No matter how powerful your magic weapon or even spiritual art is, as long as you use it in front of me, as long as I take a fancy to it, it belongs to me!

To make wedding clothes for others, Lin Tian worked so hard to transform into a human body, and used the power of inheritance, just to use the mountain seal, but it was still in vain!I don’t see a poor girl passing gold thread every day, and all she makes are other people’s wedding dresses——

When the word "Shang" poured into the green hill with ink, Tang Shi had already photographed his own formula. At this moment, he suddenly felt a rather strange power, from what he wrote down. The word uploaded.

In fact, writing is completely whatever he wants. As long as it is a character that he likes, he will inject the spiritual power cultivated by Chong Er Bao Jian into the characters when writing, and the dual power of Fengyue Magic Brush and Chong Er Bao Jian will act on this one. Words, at this time, it feels like these two things are more like two special magic weapons, which can increase the effect when he casts spells.

It's a pity that I don't have three wood hearts in my hand now. If I use three wood hearts to make pens, it will definitely have quite amazing effects.

After all, it is an increase...

Tang Shi accidentally thought of Yin Jiang again, but Yin Jiang was still below the surface of the sea, a place that no one knew about.

At a critical moment in the battle, the strange power in his body was getting stronger and stronger, but Tang Shi was not unprepared. He raised his head, looked at Lin Tian in front of him, and said softly, "Idiot!" ".

Yan Tian was horrified all of a sudden, the power was rapidly passing away from his body - no, what was passing away was not the power, but his connection with Tuo Shanyin!This is a high-level spiritual art. He spent a lot of effort in performing this spiritual art. Generally speaking, when the spiritual art is not completed and issued, the spiritual art can still be controlled by monks, but this spiritual art has just been completed. , before he had time to display it, targeting Tang Shi, but now he has lost contact with Lin Tian!

How is this possible?

Lin Tian was horrified, but the smile on Tang Shi's lips grew bigger and bigger.

So the weirdest scene on the entire battlefield had already happened. Tang Shi raised his hands high and held the mountain with both hands, but said: "Pressing me with the mountain, this feeling of being hit by the mountain, Come and taste it!"

Come and try it!

Lin Tian's expression was uncertain, "Witchcraft!"

Tang Shi was no longer in the mood to say "witchcraft your mother", it would be too much of a waste of expression to talk to a stubborn person like Lin Tian.

At this moment, Tang Shi took over the control of Tuo Shanyin directly by saying "make wedding clothes for others". In the completed state——in this case, it's like the enemy fired a cannonball. The cannonball was about to hit the person, but it was grasped by the person and completely controlled by the opponent.

At this moment, what Tang shi held in his hand was this mountain.

The mighty mountain is overwhelming——

It didn't take any effort to lift this mountain, because he is now the master of this spirit technique, and the previous situation was immediately reversed.

Mountains, heavy mountains!

The huge mountain was supported by Tang Shi, and it was not as laborious as it was carried by Lin Tian before. Tang Shi weighed the mountain in his hands, and everyone saw a huge shadow dangling above their heads. It was too shocking, but in Tang Shi's hands, the mountain was as light as a building block toy.

"Hey, weren't you bluffing just now? How heavy is this mountain? Seeing that you can't memorize it, it's because you are too old and need to replenish your kidneys..."

Tang shi taunted unceremoniously.

Lin Tian spat out a mouthful of blood, and frantically slapped his hands, shouting, "I'm back!"

This is to regain control of this mountain. Tang Shi only felt that there was a force moving outside the mountain, as if he wanted to get in and compete with him, but from the blurred "Shang" "But a white light began to emanate from the words, covering the whole mountain, so the green mountains and white lights intertwined together, giving people a graceful and graceful feeling, but the feeling of this mountain is even more terrifying.

This white light blocked the spiritual power from Lin Tian, ​​causing them to return without success, and the control he could not regain!

"To my mountain! To my mountain——to my mountain——"

"It's all yours, you bastard!"

Tang shi was tired of hearing it, and felt that this person kept repeating this sentence like he wanted to die on a repeater, and it was getting worse and worse, so he cursed out loud.

"Those who don't know think you are killing pigs!"

Lin Tian spat out another mouthful of blood with a "poof", it wasn't an internal injury, but Tang Shi was so angry, this man's mouth is so cheap that he wants someone to stuff him with something!

In fact, it was fine at ordinary times, as soon as a fight started, Tang Shi's nature began to be exposed. It was certain that his sarcasm skills were wide open, and every word could make people vomit blood.

The monks and demon cultivators below had never seen such a fight at all, and they were stunned for a moment.

"You deceive people too much!" Lin Tian was furious.

Tang Shi rolled his eyes: "I'm bullying the bird man!"

Everyone: "..."

I really don't know what to say...

Tang Shi talked cheaply, but he didn't really take Lin Tian seriously. He pursed his lips, thinking about what Lin Tian had just done, and then glanced at the rapidly dimming "" under the Tuoshan seal. When I read the word "Shang", I knew that I had to end all this now.

It's too late to change!

"You want this mountain seal, so today I will show mercy and return it to you—King Peng, take it!"

Under Lin Tian's horrified gaze, Tang Shi gently tossed the huge mountain in his hand like a joke, and when the green mountain fell, a shadow of [-] feet slanted across the sea, covering the clouds and the sun. It seems to be very slow, but because of its huge size, it becomes a huge fear in Lin Tian's eyes!

A mountain fell down on a person, heavy and stagnant, making people suffocate!

As soon as Lin Tian spread his wings, he wanted to escape to the side, but he was in mid-air, even if he escaped, it would be too late!

This support mountain seal made by him, hit him heavily like this, knocking him down completely.

People in front of this mountain are like ants and Mount Tai!

It fell suddenly, and then this mountain land hit the northernmost part of the second heaven of Xiaozizaitian. The whole square shook for a while. There was a huge crack in the north, and a corner fell with the huge mountain like this, and fell into the sea, splashing huge white waves, and the whole sea was roaring, never calm...

This Tang Shi, once he made a move, he directly destroyed half of the Second Heaven!

The monks were shocked, but they murmured "Amitabha" and "sin and sin" in a low voice.

This mountain shadow disappeared the moment it fell into the sea. After all, it was just a spiritual technique, not a real mountain.

Tang Shi's face was actually pale to the point of no blood at all, and the spiritual power in his body had been almost extracted by the "marriage dress technique" just now, and now he was still standing in the mid-air, completely relying on The firm ambition in my heart-to put it better, I just need to be strong.

It is such a cheap bone like him who is naturally unwilling to show weakness.

Lin Tian was smashed to the edge of the square, and his body had turned into a puddle of flesh, which looked extremely bloody.

But at this moment, the giant shadow of the green hill faded away, and the whole Xiaozizaitian saw the light again, and suddenly there was a kind of joy of surviving after the catastrophe.

It's just that Lin Tian is not reconciled, not reconciled to ending like this!

This surprise attack has been planned for so long, and the Yaozu has been silent for thousands of years, so is it going to be silent for a lifetime?Unwilling!He is unwilling!

The fierce breath immediately surrounded him.

The monks in the Nascent Soul stage had already passed through the golden elixir and transformed into an infant. In the sea of ​​consciousness, there was a villain sitting cross-legged, who came out directly from the top of Lin Tian's head when his body was destroyed.

This little man who was shining all over his body immediately spread his wings and wanted to fly away.

Now that there is no physical body, his strength is greatly reduced. If Tang shi had the strength just now, he could directly kill this person in just this moment.

But Tang Shi was already unable to do what he wanted. He came towards Lin Tian, ​​the Nascent Soul Yukong, but the opponent's speed was even faster. How could the speed of Dapeng, who only relied on the Nascent Soul to fly, be comparable to that of Tang Shi?

Lin Tian's eyes had already been stained red, and he felt Tang Shi's weakness at this moment, so he shouted to all the monsters below who forgot to attack because they were just watching the battle seriously: "Kill! Kill! Kill them all!"

The demon cultivators of Sky Falcon Floating Island have always been united. After seeing that the golden-winged roc Lin Tian had lost his physical body, he felt angry. Monks are stronger.The reason why the strength of demon cultivators is better than that of human monks of the same level is because they have such a body, and because of the body, they have various innate skills, destroying the body of a demon cultivator, It is to declare war on all demon cultivators!

They will not allow such a failure!

Kill, kill, kill, kill!

They couldn't deal with Tang shi, so they could only vent everything on the monks who were fighting with them in front of them.

The fighting situation that had just stopped just now became tragic in an instant.

Seeing that Nascent Soul began to escape from his sight, and Kong Ling, who was not dead before, also came up to put Lin Tian in his arms, Tang Shi was the most unwilling, how could he fall short?

He gritted his teeth, his eyes were already red-eyed, and he didn't want to let go of this opportunity to kill the Nascent Soul cultivator, even if he wanted to die all at once. People whose souls were ignited by the battle would not care about the consequences.

The current Kong Ling is not as strong as before, as long as Tang Shi—

He never thought that there would be another time to use "Spring Breeze Blows Rebirth" in this situation.

When one's physical strength is about to be exhausted, using "Spring Breeze Blows Rebirth" is undoubtedly a kind of self-mutilation, and Tang Shi knows the true meaning of it.

The highest level of self-mutilation is to put someone to death before rebirth, so now Tang Shi's body -- endless wildfire ignited!

The wild fire can't be burned out, it is necessary to burn all the spiritual power in one's body in order to truly display the ability of spring breeze to regenerate, right?

Chong Er Bao Jian is actually a product of imagination, how to use this thing depends entirely on Tang Shi's own comprehension.

The last time he burst out with endless spiritual power was because he squeezed out his greatest potential in a state of exhausted spiritual power at that time, and it's the same now, with a strong enemy ahead, Tang Shi can't afford to hesitate!

He gritted his teeth, and with a grin on his face, he volleyed towards Kong Ling and Lin Tian.

Seeing his stubborn appearance, Kong Ling couldn't help but sneered, "The oil is running out, you stupid idiot!"

She raised her plain hand, and the seven-colored feather fan appeared in her hand again, and a seven-colored Foehn fan flew towards Tang Shi.

But in the next moment, her face changed.

The smile on Tang Shi's face could be called a monster, and now he is indeed in a state of a monster. What is the colorful Foehn?The wildfire burning in his body scorched the golden core he had just condensed.

The purple pill pattern on the golden core became deeper and deeper under such roasting. Tang Shi felt that the most powerful thing about him was not the cultivation base of the golden core stage, nor the ever-changing spiritual skills, nor the left hand. The golden finger of Chonger Baojian's right hand Fengyue God's pen, but - self-abuse and self-mutilation!

To kill, kill yourself first!

Killing one thousand enemies and losing eight hundred, isn't it good or bad to earn two hundred?

Only two hundred, worth it!

After doing this vote, I will sleep with him again!

Tang Shi looked up to the sky and let out a long roar, the wind and clouds moved, and the fighting spirit rushed straight to Xiaohan!

He turned into a ray of light and walked towards Kong Ling, "Give me Lin Tian, ​​get out!"

In a word, Lin Tian is dead, Kong Ling is alive——Tang Shi's state at the moment is terrible, the spiritual power in his body is soaring, and he looks like a lunatic.

Fighting is also very interesting.

If life and death are not at stake, why call it a battle?

Tang Shi's eyes were bright and fierce, and he looked at Kong Ling - the Nascent Soul Kong Ling, when he saw such eyes, he knew that he had no choice today.

She glanced at Lin Tian who was being held in her arms, struggling and hesitating.

In the face of life and death, how to choose?

If it was in the past, Kong Ling would definitely abandon the person in his arms. No matter who it is, she is not qualified to let Kong Ling give her life for it!But the person she is protecting right now is Lin Tian.

Lin Tian didn't move, and Kong Ling didn't move for a long time either.

The blow of right and wrong before has planted the power of subduing demons and Buddhas in her body, which is in conflict with her own cultivation method, so the current Kong Ling can condense very little spiritual power. only……

Do you want to let go?

How to... be able to let go of...

How, can let go? !

Kong Ling suddenly raised his eyes, looked straight at Tang Shi, and only said two words coldly: "Dream!"

Tang Shi's speed didn't weaken in the slightest, neither Kong Ling nor Lin Tian, ​​nor the killing round below had any effect on him, he just wanted to kill Lin Tian!

With one hand forming a claw, he was already holding a sword when he moved forward. When the hilt of this sword touched his palm, Tang Shi's aura rose again, and his body turned into a sword. !

Slash Loulan with one strike!

The long sword condensed a beam of light, and countless light spots rushed from all directions, making the lightsaber in his hand dazzling!

Back then, when he had just arrived at Dongshan Tianhai Mountain and became a disciple of the vegetable garden, he had seen such a scene outside the dining hall.At that time, he thought that the sword energy condensed by Uncle Xiaobei in the foundation building period was the power to destroy the world, but now that Tang Dynasty has reached the golden core period, in his eyes, the foundation building period is nothing ?

What was stirring in his chest was the curiosity of seeing all the mountains and mountains, but the killing intent never abated.

He pierced the sky with his long sword, so he stood a foot in front of Kong Ling, raised his hand, and dropped the sword!

The huge lightsaber struck Kong Ling's body, but Kong Ling hugged Lin Tian tightly and refused to let go.

Lin Tian's eyes were about to shed tears, but he shouted hoarsely—"Kong Ling..."

They are the twin kings of Tian Falcon Floating Island. In the past, they said that love is fake and dual cultivation is fake.

What else does Lin Tian not understand?

"Pfft", Kong Ling spat out a mouthful of blood, and Kong Ling covered the already fragile Nascent Soul with both hands, staring at Tang Shi, but at this moment, the Nascent Soul in her arms shook violently, A wave of terror began to spread out.

The monks in the Nascent Soul stage will not really die without their physical bodies. There is still a Nascent Soul, but if the Nascent Soul is gone, it will truly dissipate in this world.

As for the monks in the Nascent Soul Stage, the most terrifying skill should be - self-explosion!

But Tang Shi, at this time the first sword went out, but he pointed horizontally, and across a distance of one foot in the air, the tip of the sword pointed at Kong Ling, whose lips were bleeding.

"Tian Falcon Floating Island, is there always love?"

Kong Ling just laughed miserably: "No one wants to be a lover."

It's just that the love is there, and I can't extricate myself.

She used to think that she was practicing the path of ruthlessness, but in the end she became the path of extreme affection...

Time and life.

Tang Shi's fingers were slender and beautiful. His eyes, which usually look at ordinary people, had only exaggerated fighting spirit and became bright at this time. Minus the usual ordinary color, there was a bit of high-spirited taste, and the corners of his lips curved , followed by a slight twist of the wrist, and the slightly narrow Loulan Slaying sword was wrapped around a sword flower, and returned to his hand.

Without even looking at it, Tang Shi turned around as if disgusted.

He is like a gigantic stone from outside the sky, falling from the sky with fierce energy, and countless air currents surround his body, like a god.

With a "bang", Tang Shi hit the ground, but the spiritual power in his body due to the "spring wind blowing again" was still raging in his meridians, and he began to dance on the tip of the knife again.

There is too much spiritual power in the body, if you don't find a place to vent it, you will be the one who will die in a while.

Neither Kong Ling nor Lin Tian thought that Tang Shi would give up on them and go down.

She was stunned for a moment before she realized what Tang shi wanted to do.

At this moment, after all, it was still on the battlefield between Xiao Zizaitian and Tian Falcon Floating Island, the blood flowed like a river below, and everyone was caught in a kind of crazy killing.

The robes of the monks are no longer clean, but under the blood stains, it is even more tragic.

The demon cultivators got the instructions from Yan Tian before, and they went crazy to kill people at this time. If this continues, it will be a lose-lose ending.

Lin Tian wanted to blow himself up before, and Tang Shi was not a fool, so instead of wasting time arguing with Lin Tian's self-destruction, it's better to come down and solve the following matters first.

Does Tang Shi not want to kill Lin Tian?not necessarily.

He wanted to kill this person to the extreme, but he couldn't!

Lin Tian is a late Nascent Soul, if he blew himself up at this moment, it would be hard to say how much of the already half of the Second Heaven would be left.

I really don't know if I really forced Lin Tian to blew himself up, would he strangle himself to death another day.

He felt like a balloon being roasted by fire. He didn't know when it would burst due to expansion. When he fell, he put his hands on the ground, and countless spider web-like cracks extended from his feet, covering the entire square. A large piece of the floor was shattered.

Tang shi couldn't see people, he could only see blood, endless killing, endless blood, endless, and endless.

He also has a third poem - "Hearing the Flute in the Surrendered City at Night".

This may be a poem that I don't like very much, but it is especially suitable for the current battle situation. It is almost tailor-made for him.

The long sword disappeared, the right hand started to write, and the phantom of the brush and ink appeared for the third time, but no one dared to underestimate this method.

The killing continued, with blood falling from the edge of the square, down the mountain, and even directly into the sea.

This second heaven in the middle of the sky is already incomplete, already stained with blood, hell on earth!

Countless monks spilled their blood in the sky to protect this second layer of heaven, and countless demon cultivators died here for this unknown war!

Don't you find it ironic that the demon cultivator of Tian Falcon Floating Island died on the boundary of Xiao Zi Zai Tian?

The artistic conception of the poem had quietly descended, and Tang Shi's eyes were filled with calm, deep and melancholy.

"The sand in front of Huile Peak is like snow, and the moon outside the surrendered city is like frost..."

In the past, the paradise is now a hell on earth. Before returning to Lefeng, the sand is as white as snow, and there is a mournful sound outside the city.Days and months of fighting have blunted the spears in their hands, and made the swords around the warriors' waists curled.

The moon is in the middle of the sky, and the sun is about to set.

Tang Shi looked up amidst this vague recitation, and the psychedelic scene expanded away from his hands.

He painted sand and snow in front of the peak, he painted frost and moon outside the city, he painted spears and swords, and he painted fighting spirit!He paints mountains and rivers like ink, and he paints beyond the Great Wall like Jiangnan...

Just like this, when you close your eyes gently, thousands of miles of rivers and mountains fall under the pen.

What rose up in the air was his strokes of ink, and what caught everyone's eyes was the beautiful mountains and rivers that suddenly became freehand...

In this poem, I heard the sound of the flute in the city at night, which triggered my feelings. Now that everything is there, how can there be no sound of the flute?

The tip of the pen is a little on the title of the poem Chonger Baojian, which is the word "Wendi".

At this moment, the sound of the flute comes out, which can be called a brisk tone. However, with Tang Shi's brush strokes, when he paints the gray skeleton, the brown battlefield, and the red blood one by one, everything feels has changed.

The sound of the flute is sobbing, it penetrates the thick city wall, the cold armor, the long wind in the dark night, the poet's desolate heart!

The sound of the reed pipe, but I don't know where it came from, so endless sadness rushed out of my chest.

Where did the killing come from?Where did the butcher knife come from?

The battle has been lost, and countless people have buried their bones in other lands, never to return.

This scroll is very long, each stroke is the pinnacle of Tang Shi's spiritual power, and also the pinnacle of his comprehension.

This is his rare compassion and rare tenderness.

Tang Shi didn't like compassion, and he didn't want to be a compassionate person, so he asked him to draw the best of compassion at this moment, and use him to the fullest!

Pick up the pen and write!

"I don't know where to play the reed pipe, and all the people are recruited overnight..."

The sound of the reed flute, the lingering rhyme gradually died down, the butcher's knives of the monster clan were put down, and the butcher's knives of the monks were put down.

Everyone looked up and looked at the sad picture scroll of mountains and rivers. The city wall in the sky was solitary, and the frosty moon and white sand in the distance were just like the poem said, "The sand in front of Huile Peak is like snow, and the moon outside the city is like frost." If he is defeated, why bother to bury countless souls?

I don't know where to play the reed pipe, and recruit people all night to look at the hometown...

Why die in Xiaozizaitian?Sky Falcon Floating Island is their "hometown"...

Tang Shi's pen drew a streak of ink in the distance, and then drew everyone's attention away. All the demon cultivators seemed to be bewitched by something.

The person who was sticking to the ink pen had a somewhat pitiful smile on his lips. This smile had always disgusted them, but at this moment they felt irresistible.It is the gentle hometown of men, and the dreamland of drunken women...

Tang Shi raised his hand, and the wide sleeve robe drew an arc, and the wind blew, and then with a twist of his slender fingers, he lifted the ink pen and threw it towards the distance. The tip of the ink pen carried a distant ink Rhyme, all the way to the north, pulling out a slender ink mark, like the river flowing back, and like a pulling silk thread.

The pen disappeared after a while, like a swaying boat, disappearing in the clouds.

A line of ink, from the ink painting that had already begun to dissipate in the air of the square, towards the distance, towards the floating island of the Falcon in the depths of the sea mist, faintly fell the lingering sound like a static talisman...

At the end, Sky Falcon Floating Island.

where they belong.

The original turbulent fighting spirit suddenly faded away, not only demon cultivators, but also Buddhist cultivators felt tired.

This sudden war, which lasted less than a day, already caused countless deaths and injuries in Xiao Zi Zai Tian, ​​and even the demon cultivators who came to attack suffered huge damage.

Putting down the weapon in his hand, he put away the scattered spiritual formula, and returned to his harmless body.

Lin Tian and Kong Ling suddenly felt that powerlessness.

This battle was completely lost.

His gaze turned to Tang Shi, who was standing on the edge of the battlefield at some point. He seemed a little weak. The warmth in his eyes that had always been cold had not yet dissipated. He looked at Tang Shi with that gentle gaze. This bloody battlefield, watching everyone retreat, watching them give up, watching this war end in the fading ink rhyme.

In front of Tang Shi, the ink painting that appeared before was originally condensed in the air by spiritual power. At this moment, when the cold sea breeze blew, it fluttered like a cloud of smoke, scattered and far away. Gone……

These swaying ink qi flowed from his side, from his eyes, and from his heart, and they were engraved into an ancient poem, which will never decay.

Everyone backed away and dispersed like a tide, revealing Tang Shi who was standing in the middle. He stood alone, but he was not full of loneliness.

Loneliness is reserved for the lonely, and he is alone.

He is used to being alone, but he still doesn't know what loneliness is.

Maybe this is the real loneliness, the loneliness of not knowing what loneliness is.

Tang shi's body shook, but he still didn't fall down.

The sequelae of the spring breeze blowing again always made him extremely disgusted. Last time, he killed himself half to death. If he collapsed in front of everyone at this time, it would be a great embarrassment.

The self who wants to save face and suffer...

There was a hint of sarcasm on Tang Shi's lips, and he let out a breath, but he almost didn't even have the strength to raise his hand.

"when--"

On the Bell and Drum Tower, the huge bronze bell suddenly rang!

The sound of the Qingming bell seemed to completely clear away the bloody atmosphere on the square.

At the top of the tower, golden light shone, and then accompanied by sound waves, there were countless ripples, and with the giant clock as the center, it flowed out of Xiaozizaitian far away and out of the sea.

The sound was too long, too long, and too loud. Tang Shi's mind was buzzing. For some reason, he almost didn't know where he was or where he was going. There was only the sound of the bell. It can be called a magnificent bell!

At this moment, it is like a bell in the morning and a drum in the evening, watching the ebb and flow of the tide...

Above the second heaven, there is the third heaven. At this moment, a staircase with a width of ten feet suddenly appeared from the front of the Heavenly King Hall, connecting the second and third heavens in the distance.

When the three heavens are wide open, there must be bells tolling.

The golden light spread, and at the position of the third heaven, there was a tall palace. It looked like a square made of white jade, spreading endlessly, like a holy place. Sanskrit sounds rang out when the third heaven opened, and everyone looked up.

The demon cultivators who were about to retreat before all stopped at this time and waited for it. Kong Ling wiped the blood from his lips and felt an unprecedented pressure.

Little Zizaitian, do you want to tear up the covenant?

Kong Ling gritted his teeth, and shouted towards the empty third heaven: "Are you going to tear up the covenant?!"

In the battle between Xiao Zizaitian and Tian Falcon Floating Island, monks above the out-of-body stage are not allowed to intervene, not to mention that this time they only have two Nascent Soul Stages to fight, while Xiao Zizaitian has a Chan Master Huiding to fight.

If the Zen masters of Xiao Zizai Tian Sanchongtian made a move at this time, they would be suspected of taking advantage of others, let alone they are Sanchongtian?

——That's the way the covenant is, they can't break such a covenant!

As for why the covenant was made in this way, few people actually knew about it, except Zen Master Kuxin who was slowly walking from the third heaven to the middle of the steps.

"My little Zizaitian never broke the covenant. Now that the war is over, all the benefactors of the Falcon Falcon Floating Island, let's go."

There was an indescribable desolation in this old voice, as if it had been carved into his bones.

The monk who appeared here looked extremely old, even extremely skinny.

Is it right or wrong that when he saw the Kuxin Zen Master appear, his whole body suddenly shook, as if he had seen an incredible scene?

Few people can shock right and wrong...

just now……

Zen Master Kuxin is a monk in the Mahayana period, how could he become like this?

He was so thin that he only had a skeleton, just like the right hand of right and wrong at the moment, with white bones...

Tears welled up in right and wrong's eyes, Xiao Zizaitian had been guarding for so many years, but what he got in return was Tian Falcon Fudao's treachery and tearing up the covenant?And who broke the covenant?

Right and wrong suddenly didn't want to think about anything anymore, he almost looked at Kuxin with numb eyes.

With a flick of Zen Master Kuxin's bright red cassock, he swept away all the demon cultivators in the second layer of heaven, and all of them went into the endless sea. Everyone retreated, and suddenly there was only a solitary person left in the whole square. The little free days of monks.

The gates of the Hall of Heavenly Kings, the gates of the Jinnara Hall, the gates of the Discipline Hall, the gates of the Daxiong Hall...all opened...

Countless piles of corpses, countless blood flowing, countless mutilated limbs...

Shura Hell, however, was completely covered with a beautiful warm sun. The sun was warm and fell on Tang Shi's body, but it couldn't warm his heart.

The last compassion in his eyes disappeared, leaving only a kind of tired coldness, that gaze fell on the skinny monk from the endless steps.

His intuition told him that there was something wrong with this monk, but he couldn't tell where it was.

The first time he saw this monk was very similar to the first time he saw Yin Jiang.

Why is there such a weird covenant between Xiao Zizaitian and Tian Falcon Fudao?

There are different Taos in the first place, just as there are more than one battles between demon cultivators and Taoist cultivators, how can Buddhist cultivators and demon cultivators coexist peacefully?The monster race is aggressive by nature, and the Buddhist cultivator is peaceful by nature. They simply cannot go together. When will they be able to coexist peacefully like this?Just because of those distant origins and legends?

Tang Shi didn't believe it.

He is a man of interests.

When the Little Free Heaven is about to collapse, the masters of the Little Free Heaven in the three heavens still sit still?Wait until the war is over before coming out and sending all the demon cultivators away without even harming their lives.

Tang Shicai really wanted to vomit blood, and the Lingchi-like pain came up all over his body again. Thinking of Lin Tian, ​​who had been destroyed by himself but had not had time to kill him, his heart was filled with gloom again.

Xiao Zizai, my God...the place I can't see through...

After all, the mystery in this is not something that Tang shi can see through now.

All he could do was stand alone in the middle of the bloodiest square, watching those demon cultivators being sent away by this monk, leaving the ground full of blood.

In the eyes of others, Tang shi was a hero as well as a demon god.

It's just the gentleness that just flashed, but it makes people feel that Tang Shi in front of him is an illusion.

Many people don't know who he is, they only know that the little monk Du suddenly became this person at that time, and his brilliance suddenly shined on the battlefield.

It's just that this kind of ignorance will not prevent them from looking at Tang Shi with the kind of friendly eyes that survived the catastrophe.

But Tang shi looked at Zen Master Kuxin.

But when Zen Master Kuxin raised his hand, the gravel and floor of the Second Heaven that had just fallen into the bottom of the sea suddenly all came up and were pieced together in their original places. As a result, one side of the square was white and the other was red.

One side is Biluo, and the other side is Huangquan.

Zen Master Kuxin seemed to let out a long sigh, and called out, "Right and wrong."

Right or wrong, he knew why Zen Master Kuxin called himself. There was a small platform among the countless steps, which was where Zen Master Kuxin was standing at the moment.

Right and wrong have returned to the golden elixir stage, but this golden elixir is different from the past, it is black and red.

Step by step, everyone looked at the right and wrong, and the whole square was extremely quiet.

"Do you know your mistake?"