Chapter 516

"Excuse me, sir, can the Thousand Buddhas wait in the inland sea?" Qin Ming is not thinking about long live mountain. Once that thing is pressed on his head, there should be no difference between what to fight or not. Whether it is life or death, sudden dusk, or return to youth and weakness, we have to listen to the judgment of the long river of time and space. What he cares about now is the thousand Buddha waiting. If the venerable Buddha is in the inland sea, or at the junction of the inland sea and the ancient sea, he may be able to give some help to the king of the nine prisons, at least to shock the one buried on the flower boat.

"One thought of the temple, one thought of purgatory; A bowl in one hand and a Buddhist staff in the other; On the top of the ring seal, burning Cang is born in ashes. "

This is the evaluation of the thousand Buddha waiting in the heavenly king's hall. If he could not distinguish his good and evil, the heavenly king's hall would not seal the waiting, but the king! Qin Ming was deeply impressed when he saw the introduction of Qianfo Hou.

"Haven't seen you in five years." the ghost buried in the sea also misses his old friends. He even plans to go deep into the inland sea to find the king of nine prisons. When the Thousand Buddhas show up, he also raises the sword to kill the array to help the power of the heavenly king hall and repay the kindness of that year. But the situation in the ghost sea area came suddenly. The secret news was too tempting to him, and might even become the key to his success in tianwu in the future. Besides, will the Thousand Buddhas come for a while and a half, and the king of nine prisons will not die easily, so he came here.

The recollection of the ghost buried in the sea flashed by, and the killing reappeared. It seemed to burn through the black fog.

Qin Ming regretted that there were not many princes in the sea area of the heavenly palace, but the sea area was vast and boundless. When the news spread, some people might come back in a few months, while others might be a few years. Therefore, there was a plan for the king of nine prisons to dance the flag for two years, and Qin Ming ordered to take over the flag and dance again. Nine prison king, where are you now? What kind of resistance are you suffering? How many princes have gathered under the imperial edict? Has Guhai been disturbed?

"Take care of what's at hand and take care!" the ghost buried in the sea left with a knife and killed into the depths of the sea. The three Golden Lions glanced at the white tiger before they left, as if they were confused.

As soon as the ghost of the buried sea left, Qin ordered him to retreat, for fear that the group of old turtles would come out again to hit their attention.

"The strength is still too weak. If you don't reach the peak of Diwu, you should be ready to escape at any time to survive in the sea."

Qin Mingxin sighed, but who didn't grow up from escape when the princes of the heavenly king's Palace first began to wander the sea. Time after time of distress is equal to time after time of experience. If you die and complain about your incompetence, you can survive even if you are capable, which is an achievement.

Only through hard training can we achieve the ambition of steel and the body of holy martial arts.

Many princes even deliberately "seek death", looking for desperate adventures and challenging strong enemies to die.

Ease is for the dead!

"Don't be impatient, becoming stronger is the king." Qin life comforted the depressed white tiger and controlled the lark to drift forward.

White tiger looked back at Qin Ming and shouted vaguely. It means, where are we going?

"Learn to speak quickly." Qin Ming instructed Bai Hu. It's too hard to understand every time.

Where to?

It's hard to determine the direction and time here. Where else can I go? Moving forward in one direction?

It's dark all around. People with a strong sense of direction can't stick to one direction. They may turn when they walk.

"Wait a minute, I'll see in the sky." Qin Ming reminded the white tiger to pay attention to safety, spread his wings and rushed into the sky.

If you keep rising, you may be able to break out of the vast fog covering the ghost sea area, determine the direction and know the day and night.

However, Qin Ming was disappointed. The more he went up, the thicker the black fog was, and filled with strong pressure. He didn't feel much at first. He began to appear after 500 meters. After being promoted to 1000 meters, Qin Ming couldn't fly any more. He felt like carrying a giant mountain, which made his blood and blood all over his body blocked.

There was no way. Qin ming could only look at it step by step. He drifted forward on the lark and built a simple hourglass to record the time. Drifting in the boundless darkness and forgetting time is a terrible thing. It will not only make you lost, but also make you flustered and crazy.

After all, Qin's life is not to drift here for a few days, it is likely to be a few months, even longer.

"I hope I can meet them."

Qin Ming looked forward to it and began to look for it deliberately. He had to determine a goal or something, which was better than aimless drifting.

About two days later, the scene in front of Qin Ming suddenly opened up. The dark fog was gone, the blue waves were rippling, the white clouds were beautiful, and the air was fresh. It seemed that he was lucky to rush out of the ghost sea area and return to the normal sea area, but Qin Ming's expression became extremely strange.

There seems to be no danger here, but thousands of fighters are scattered in front. Some are riding boats, some are treading on boards, and others are crouching on reefs, covering thousands of sea areas.

They seem to have broken into here from different directions, and everyone's face is filled with a smile.

But

Quiet! There was no sound except the light sound of waves.

Thousands of people just sit or stand quietly, keep smiling and fall into a deep sleep.

The sea is calm like a mirror. They are like portraits inlaid in the mirror.

This is a strange picture, so strange that it makes people palpitate.

Qin Ming subconsciously wanted to withdraw, but when he looked back, the black fog disappeared. Looking forward, he couldn't see the black fog. The blue waves rippled and the sky was clear for thousands of miles, extending to the end of his vision.

Laughter began to reverberate in my ears, and my body began to feel the gentle sea breeze, beautiful and comfortable. For people who have experienced long-term wandering, the peace here makes people eager to stay here.

I'd rather die here than wander in the dark.

The white tiger shook his head violently, began to be in a trance and began to be weak.

"Dreamland?" Qin Ming bit the tip of his tongue and drank blood to wake himself up. As a result... Not only did the black fog disappear, but even thousands of people in front of him could not see it. On the contrary, a beautiful island appeared not far from the front, with green mountains and green waters. It was very lively, and the sound of selling could be heard faintly.

Qin Ming began to be in a trance. He knew it was a dreamland, but he began to sink.

"Shura resentment!" Qin Ming suddenly roared and forcibly opened the Shura knife that had been silent for a long time.

Deep in the sea of Qi, the Shura knife woke up again and stirred up a cold and murderous spirit. It was like thousands of troops rushing out of the world of Shura killing, and it was like an ancient beast killing out of the world of Shura killing. This time, the turbulence was far more than the original Xuanwu realm. At this moment, the Shura knife had more or less the momentum of "demon soldiers". It not only shook the sea of Qi, but also faintly wanted to attack the thunder toads in the sea of Qi.

Lei Chan woke up, looked up at the sky and confronted the Shura knife hanging above the sea of Qi.

Countless black silk rushed out of the sea of air and broke into Qin Ming's body. It spread like a cobweb and entangled Qin Ming's soul.

Qin Ming's whole body was filled with a black murderous spirit, as if there was a tangle of wronged souls and a revival of killing souls, filled with endless power of killing. Qin Ming closed his eyes and opened them slowly. The scene in front of him suddenly changed again. There was still a dark fog. There were no blue waves at all, let alone blue sky and white clouds. There were bright lights in the dark, with different colors and strengths. It was the spiritual power blooming on different warriors and the spiritual shield supported by them.

In the place close to Qin's life, the bright light of several martial artists has begun to weaken because they have stayed here for a long time and their spiritual power is almost exhausted.

No matter how powerful a person is, he will be exhausted when he keeps burning his spiritual power and maintaining his spiritual shield.