Chapter 671: Withered Pine Stream

Chapter 671: Withered Pine Stream

Water flowers bloomed on the cold and wet bluestone road, and the drizzle was cool and sprinkled on the world. It trickled down along the gaps in the stone road and merged into the clear river running through the ancient town.

Scattered pavilions were quietly hidden between the thin rain curtains, never revealing the slightest smell of fireworks, only in the damp and dark place beside the stone bridge, there were vaguely green grass plants in twos and threes, soaked in the cold rainwater Under the tenacious growth.

The spotless silk satin shoes stepped on the edge of the stone slab, and the extremely beautiful young man bent down, picked up a piece of grass with his white and tender fingers, stared at it for a moment, and then put it into the stream.

Slowly walking across the stone bridge between pine trees, a dilapidated and dilapidated earth temple came into view. Most of the roof of the temple had already collapsed, and the rain raged unstoppably, wetting the densely packed withered yellow weeds in the temple that were half the height of a person.

Between the weeds and grass, a stone statue with only a small half body was vaguely revealed.

Much of the face of the stone statue has been lost, but its former majesty and indifference can be vaguely glimpsed. However, in today's dilapidated wasteland, its majestic aura has been reduced by half, and instead exudes a little sense of desolation.

The rain gradually subsided, and the clean satin shoes made a creaking sound when stepping on the grass.

"get out."

The handsome young man looked down at the broken stone statue with a cold tone.

Strands of gray-white aura lingered around the incomplete part of the stone statue, gradually congealed, and finally turned into a majestic white-haired old man.

As soon as the white-haired old man appeared, he pushed the Jinshan upside down and knelt down like a jade pillar, and said in his mouth: "The land of the dry pine stream has seen the king!"

The handsome young man said: "You are nothing but a third-rank god, I just retreated for a while, and you ruined my withered pine stream into such a state?"

The majesty on the ground of the withered pine stream faded away, showing a little innocence, and said: "The Holy Infant King, calm down, since the time when the king retreated to the present, it has been more than a hundred thousand years in a flash, what is the time... ..."

Hearing this, the Holy Infant King was stunned for a moment, and said to himself: "No wonder I woke up in this rare sky and rain. It turned out that it took so long."

The god of the third-rank heaven realm is called Lingxiao Tianjun, but now this land of withered pine streams does not have the slightest arrogance of Lingxiao creatures, but is trembling from the beginning to the end, for fear of offending this "Holy Infant King" pretty teenager.

The Holy Infant King raised his head, looked at the increasingly sparse drizzle above the dark sky, and said: "The rain from the sky that falls to the ground like this will only appear when the transcendent souls fall. Do you know whose family it is?" Is the orthodoxy destroyed?"

The land of Kusongjian replied: "The King of Good Education learned that it is the Great Strength Bodhisattva of Langshan that has passed into Nirvana."

The Holy Infant King was stunned for a moment, and said, "This Bodhisattva has already cultivated to the state of detachment that interferes with fate, how could he pass away in silence?"

Withered Songjian land shook his head, said: "I don't know about this matter."

Taking a sneak peek at the Holy Infant King, Kusongjian Land continued to speak, "My lord, there is one more thing that this old servant is afraid to say."

The Holy Infant King gave him a cold look and said, "Tell me."

Kusongjian Tutu took out a scroll of brocade from his sleeve, and said slowly: "The master left a message before he left, please read it yourself, Your Majesty."

The Holy Infant King took the scroll of brocade and looked at it with a glance, his expression became more and more cold.

Seeing his uneasy expression, the land of Kusongjian retreated a little subconsciously.

After a few breaths, a void and distorted flame appeared between the fingers of the Holy Infant King, and he turned the brocade into ashes, gritted his teeth and said: "Your master is really out of his mind, I am very happy in this dry pine stream, It's nonsense to ask me to be a prison guard in Laoshizi!"

Seeing the distorted fire that extinguished everything, the land of Kusongjian trembled in fright, but still whispered: "My lord, it's your master."

As soon as his words fell, the Holy Infant King's icy eyes swept over, and the land of the withered pine stream was as silent as a cicada, and he never said a word of nonsense.

The flame is called "Samadhi True Fire", and there is nothing in the world that cannot be burned.

The land of Dry Pine Stream is just the practice of Ling Xiao's initial stage, so naturally he dare not try this flame of samadhi himself.

"No!"

The Holy Infant King flicked his sleeves and completely dispersed the ashes.

With a bitter look on the face of the withered pine stream, he said: "My lord, but where is the master..."

The Holy Infant King became more and more irritable, and said: "I finally got out of the customs once, don't make me upset."

After saying this, he turned around, jumped up, and walked straight towards the huge vortex on the edge of the withered pine stream.

When he reached the bottom of the vortex, the land of the withered pine stream appeared again with a bitter face, begging: "My lord..."

The Holy Infant King flipped his palm lightly, and a red cherry spear with red flames burst out of the rainbow, and the terrifying true fire of samadhi was swallowed from the sharp tip of the spear.

Kusongjian land trembled, stood motionless, and completely shut his mouth.

"Get out of here quickly," the Holy Infant King wiped his hands casually when he saw his interest, and put away the spear in his hand, "This fire cloud cave in the withered pine stream is more or less a blessed place, and now I just retreat for a while, and it is ruined." After becoming like this, I have never asked you to settle accounts. Next, you will take good care of this dojo for me and re-condense the dojo's luck, do you know?"

The Land of Withered Pine Stream nodded hurriedly, no longer dared to stop him.

The Holy Infant King snorted coldly, and then turned into a crimson rainbow, submerging directly into the huge vortex in front of him.

Amidst the changing light and shadow, the aura filled the mouth and nose, causing the King of the Holy Infant to take a big mouthful here greedily, and said to himself: "It's been a long time since I was bored in Huoyundongdongtian for so long. There is no turning back.”

The broken light and shadow disappeared, and the extremely gloomy continent came into view.

The Holy Infant King took a closer look and couldn't help saying bad luck: "As expected, my luck in the withered pine stream has declined, and even the vortex in the cave sky has been distorted to this point, and I have been transported to the underworld. It is really hateful!"

Suddenly, the samadhi true fire in the depths of his true spirit trembled slightly, causing the Holy Infant King's expression to freeze.

The scene curtain is a dark place between the continent and the sea, very few creatures have set foot here, but now the Samadhi True Fire seems to have sensed it, the mind of the Holy Infant King turned, following the faintly visible He selected the direction with his induction, and walked quickly through the darkness.

As the distance got closer, the power of induction became stronger, and the Holy Infant King stopped suddenly, staring at a pitch-black fire lotus in the gloom hundreds of meters away, with a solemn expression.

The lotus flower transformed by the pitch-black flame is extremely strange, it is slowly rotating every moment, and strands of terrifying karma pervade the air, showing how extraordinary this lotus flower is.