Chapter 657: Prison Heaven Realm
The celestial gale that once ravaged the Jiuhua Mountains has now been completely annihilated in the tide, turning into an incomparably pure celestial aura, nourishing the dead silence of the ancient mountain.
Ji Yuenian stared at the mountain realm that was slowly glowing with vitality, with a calm expression, and said: "Nowadays, the Jiuhua Mountain Realm no longer needs to support those heavenly gods. Instead, it has been broken and erected, with such a vibrant atmosphere. If Thousands of years later, this environment will surely transform into a blessed place full of spiritual energy."
Between the twisted light and shadow, the girl hiding under the wide black robe appeared, landed beside Ji Yuenian, and said: "The two gods just now came from the Supervisor Tiansi of the Tang Dynasty, and now the two are reincarnated and passed away. , Tianjian Si must have a sense, I'd better return to the Yueling small realm quickly."
Ji Yuenian glanced at her, with a slightly tanned expression, and said: "Although the Tang dynasty spanned most of the southern Zhanbu continent, it was only a land of Buddhas. How dare you say 'supervising the sky'?"
Ji Qingchan shook her head and said with a smile: "That being said, if Tiansi, Supervisor of the Tang Dynasty really wants to take you as a Dazhenjun, it's still very simple."
After saying this, there was indeed a strange brilliance in that extremely far away place, and Ji Yuenian even felt a faint sense of aura here.
In the depths of Ji Yuenian's pupils, a dark psychic karmic flame burned out, and he said, "Have you found Immortal Ziying yet?"
The black-robed girl nodded her head and said, "She left the Wutai Mountain boundary with the other two great masters of the Kunlun Supreme Sage Realm, and now she can travel to the edge of the Nanzhan Buzhou Continent, on the banks of the Liusha River."
"In the quicksand palace, there are some karmas that have not been resolved." Ji Yuenian raised his head, looking at the magnificent Xuantian Wutai Mountain boundary above the boundary of the continent, "I will give you this sword, I need to go Meet an old friend."
Shen Shuang's long sword came out in a rainbow, flew around Ji Yuenian, and then fell into the hands of the black-robed girl very obediently.
Holding the three-foot snow sword, the black-robed girl remained silent for a moment, then said, "Since you have broken free from the curse, how is the goddess of flute dance?"
Ji Yuenian looked back at the distant and blurred Wutai Mountain boundary, and turned to look at her.
The black-robed girl was never timid at all, hidden in the black burqa, a strand of blue silk fell from her fair-skinned jade ear, and her red eyes were fixed on Ji Yuenian without any dodging .
After a few breaths, Ji Yuenian turned his head slightly, avoiding her gaze, looked at the Jiuhua Mountains below him, and said: "His soul was strangled by Shenshuang's sword light, and the heart-eating real fire and the bluestone and stone fetus escaped."
The black-robed girl nodded, and said: "The goddess of flute dance is lonely, if her soul is not lost, she will definitely be unfavorable to you in the future. Although she has not been really killed this time, it can be regarded as a temporary end to this karma. .”
The inspiration in the distant part of the sky suddenly became intense, and Ji Yuenian's expression was slightly condensed, and he said: "I think the creatures of the Great Tang Supervisor Tiansi are coming here, you go back to the Yueling Small Realm, and I will go there right now." That Quicksand Shrine and his party."
"good."
The black-robed girl responded lightly, and then she jumped up holding Shenshuang's long sword, and instantly submerged into the nothingness of the boundary wall, turning back to the Moon Spirit Small Realm.
While Ji Yuenian was thinking, the fire of psychic karma rose up, and strands of black flames filled his body, turning into a curtain of black fire, cutting off all karma.
"Thirty-six techniques of transformation, continuation of spirits and changes of life, techniques of avoiding death and prolonging life, techniques of 'magnificent performance of the Three Vehicles'..."
"Brother Yuanqing taught the Dharma three times, and it's time to repay this ray of incense and affection."
While muttering, Ji Yuenian's figure distorted and dissipated under the protection of the psychic flame, and walked towards the Liusha River at the border of the continent.
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The Liusha River originates from the Tianhe River in Shangjing, and finally flows into the West Sea. It lies at the intersection of the two continents. The bottom of the river boundary is the place where the Liusha Jieyuan is located.
boom!
A beam of blazing white light with a radius of thousands of feet blasted down, and the incomparably full aura of the heavenly realm permeated with it. Countless heavenly soldiers and generals descended into the critical abyss with their glorious heavenly power in the celestial light with solemn expressions!
All the creatures in the Quicksand Shrine looked horrified, knelt on the ground under the reflection of the supreme sky light, and even their souls trembled a little.
The glow of the heavenly realm reflected into the boundary abyss, shining here like daytime, a god in golden armor holding a golden thread brocade, with cold eyes, and the mighty voice of the sky spread all over the place: "I send the heavenly order of the prison heavenly realm, summon the great god of the quicksand palace to roll the curtain See you now!"
Above the Quicksand Shrine, the handsome white-robed god appeared, with a somewhat surprised expression, he looked up at the scroll of brocade carefully, and responded, "The curtain is drawn to see the God."
The golden-armored god looked down at the big rolling curtain god, and said in a cold voice: "Let me ask you, the incarnation of Nanwu's eight-treasure golden body Arhat, a creature called 'Wujing', can be found in this quicksand palace. middle?"
The white-robed rolling curtain was stunned for a moment, and said: "Return to God, that Wujing is right here."
Between the light and shadow distortions, the handsome young man in Taoist robe appeared and stood beside the white robed god.
The golden-armored god glanced at the young man in Taoist robes, his gaze was cold and serious, and he said: "Go to the prison heaven to accept the Buddha's decree of Nanwu's eight-treasure golden body Arhat, and immediately lock up 'Wujing'!"
After saying this, an inconceivably terrifying mighty power descended from the pillar of light in that day realm, directly blasting through the divine power light curtain of Quicksand Shrine, and suppressed the Taoist robed boy in the skylight cage amidst the surging torrent!
The figure of the white-robed rolling curtain quickly retreated hundreds of feet away, looking at the terrifying cage above the quicksand palace, with a faint sense of fear on his face, he said: "Dare to ask God, why is the Venerable Arhat with the eight-treasure golden body?" Will you issue this Buddhist decree?"
The golden-armored god put away the golden thread brocade in his hand, and scolded: "The eight-treasure golden-bodied Arhat Venerable is high above, how would I know this?!"
After saying this, he seemed to have thought of something, and looked at the white-robed rolling curtain with some pity and disdain, "If I remember correctly, you are also the incarnation of the eight-treasure golden body Arhat outside the body, but It is pitiful to fall into such a field now, to be bullied by others in this small square inch of land."
Hearing this, the white-robed roller blind could not help but twitch the corners of his eyes, his palms were clenched tightly under the sleeves of the robe, and even his knuckles turned white.
However, after seeing the Taoist-robed boy who was suppressed in the light cage that day hundreds of feet away, the white-robed curtain slowly let go of his clenched hands, and said in a hoarse voice: "God taught me that."
Seeing this scene, the golden-armored god laughed to the left and right and said, "Keep your eyes open for me, and take a good look at this useless wretch!"
The surrounding heavenly soldiers and generals all echoed the voice, laughing wantonly, what's more, they even spat hard at the white-robed rolling curtain, never treating it as a heavenly god at all.