Chapter 4375

Dong Dong

under the cover of Qingyun at the beginning of the supreme Wuji, Zhao Fugui's vision was dark, and he had no reaction with the outside world. His mind could only ring like the beating of a drum, which seemed far and near. His initial feeling was his own, and he immediately realized that it belonged to another creature, which was in his own body!

Dong Dong!

As soon as this insight emerged, he suddenly felt that the power of tyranny and monstrosity suddenly expanded, smashed the rudiments of the multiverse in his body one after another, and infected his flesh and blood with other wills. In a short moment, all the defences and all the tyrannies were broken, and the divine consciousness could no longer detect the existence of his body, while the sea of hearts with little pieces of golden scale memory was calm and surging Surging and surging, the figures of black robes and crowns emerge here one after another, condensing into a dark red and chaotic whirlpool, taking this piece of heaven and earth for their own.

Zhao Fugui's consciousness gradually blurred. In his only sight, the sea of quiet soul quickly turned dark red from all around to the center. All the memory fragments retreated one after another, and finally he was squeezed into a golden ball as clear as glass.

The divine consciousness tried its best to display such supernatural powers as Wuji seal, Kaitian seal, preaching to the world, and egotism. However, all these supernatural powers were like thin paper. Under the terrible dormitory of the Eastern Emperor's blood and flesh, they broke down one after another and were hard to protect. The golden ball soon became dark red, chaotic, and mutated into madness.

Ah!

A scream broke out. Qingyun, the supreme Wuji Yuanshi, who was surrounded by Zhao Fugui, was pierced by deep red and nearly black blood vessels and turned into smoke clouds, revealing his current image: all the blood vessels on the surface of the skin protruded, stretched out and retracted from time to time, as if he had his own life, and each hole showed a face, which was the corresponding image of his and my marks At the moment, "they" are ferocious and crazy, making Zhao Fugui like the gathering of countless ghost corpses, and his eyes full of determination are dark red, full of chaotic whirlpool, losing all reason and wisdom.

In order to achieve the perfect state of the founder of Zhixu mountain kaipai, sheqin still became a monster when Lingbao Tianzun cut off most of the flesh and blood of the Eastern Emperor. He could only wake up from time to time, not to mention Zhao Fugui?

At this time, a little bit of his spiritual light turned into an incomplete moon, which hung in the mud pill palace. It seemed that he was at an infinite height, and the dark red tide was constantly rising below, trying to completely submerge his last bit of self. Suddenly, a virtual shadow appeared in the clear light of the moon, a "jade dish" covered with clear light!

It is Zhao Fugui's harvest of refining the jade dish of the East emperor's remnant heaven and world. Only when the remnant spirit controls it can he completely control the flesh and blood!

The virtual shadow of "Zaohua jade dish" turns slowly, sprinkles a little light, and the dark red tide is one of the stagnant. It seems that it has been affected, and there is a fierce competition inside.

In a flash, however, it continued to rise, slower than before, but equally determined.

At this time, beside the virtual shadow of "Zaohua jade dish", there is a crystal clear and full of vitality small tree, which is divided into nine branches and has nine leaves. In the shaking, it seems that there is a pleasant sound coming out of daolun, guarding the Daoyi glass lamp shining black and white light behind.

The tree of the road!

The combination of the three creates a layer of brilliance outside the natural aura of the imperfect moon, which dispels the crazy trend of the dark red tide. The tide comes and goes, and the scouring is constant, but the difference is not enough to infect it.

In the real world, the crown of Zhao Fugui's head is blown away, his black hair is raised, and he turns into a snake, crawling wildly, spreading into the void, seemingly endless.

Deep in the snow mountain, there is a figure who feels it and sighs: "I see..."

"It's a pity that time doesn't wait for me. In a few years, I may not be able to help him..."

In the boundless pure land, there are 24 rounds of Buddha light behind the head of the burning lamp ancient Buddha, surrounded by the ancient glass lamp. They are watching the situation of yuxu palace in Kunlun Mountain, waiting for the opportunity.

When he saw Zhao Fugui taking the flesh and blood of the Eastern Emperor into his body, he was slightly moved and immediately recovered. He was not frightened, not afraid, not angry and not happy. As long as Zhao Luo and the remnant spirit of the Eastern Emperor were wiped away by his mother, they could re solidify the "seal of Tao".

As his thoughts turned, Ananda's voice suddenly rang in his ear:

"be careful."

Before the words were heard, when the lamp was lit, I saw a long black snake coming out in front of me. I didn't know what reaction to follow, but silently penetrated the boundary of the Pure Land Buddhism and "bit" myself.

As soon as the Buddha's light flashed and the glass lamp turned, the strange black snakes broke into two pieces, fell on the edge of the pool of merit, twisted and wriggled slightly, and turned into black hair.

"Instinctively, I want to swallow the cause and effect road that I have made..." The ancient Buddha's expression is more and more dignified.

This monster is really crazy, not easy!

Zhao Fugui is full of violent consciousness, only the last subtle idea makes him not wantonly destroy everything around him, it seems that there is something important to guard, and instinctively, he is aware of the danger, and knows that there is a must get rid of the enemy is coming.

Black hair flying, blood vessels protruding, he stretched out his right hand, holding the knife.

"Go to hell!"

He cried crazily, the dark red in his eyes becoming more ferocious and chaotic.With the rise of purple light, heaven and earth have become a sea of thunder. There are all kinds of silver, green and gold. Some of them are the collision of yin and Yang, some of them are the transformation of life and death, and some of them are the stimulation of right and evil. The way of thunder is never as good as thunder!

The lightning gathered together, condensing out the lines, as if the tide, rushed to the sky, where the original ordinary, suddenly rose a round of perfect moon, the clear light pressed down the thunder, a white finger from the midpoint, the tip of a dark, even the invisible time.

In silence, the thunder sea collapses and is engulfed by the darkness. The sky full of electric light and many Taoist patterns return to a heavy purple sword, in exchange for the short pause of the white holy finger.

Zhao Fugui, who has become a monster, together with his completely awakened sabre, can only shake the unborn mother a little, and is absolutely at a disadvantage!

"Take the past and go to Jiuyou!"

Go to Jiuyou! Zhao Fugui's eyes are dark red, and he has the impulse to tear everything up. However, after hearing this, he feels vaguely that he doesn't want to hurt the other party and should act according to the words.

"Kill

This time, instead of flooding heaven and earth, he went through time and space. He communicated with Zhao Fugui who devoured the flesh and blood of the Eastern Emperor, with Zhao Fugui who entered the highest level of the fairyland, with Zhao Fugui who was the only self certified one, with Zhao Fugui who cut off the past and the afterlife, and with Zhao Fugui who struggled in the six ways Fugui communicates with Zhao Fugui, who just joined Shaolin, all the way to the earth

At this time, the perfect moon in the sky once again pointed out that it was as white as jade, delicate and holy, so that there was darkness beyond the Qinghui, and the darkness without anything seemed to appear in the present and the past at the same time.

Zhao Fugui, who had lost his intelligence, once again rushed out of Qingyun, the beginning of the supreme Wuji. He was deeper and more terrifying than before. He seemed to be hiding all the dangers and all the mysterious chaos, and then flew into the sword.

The light of the sword suddenly closed, and every past Zhao Fugui curled up, not only avoiding the finger of the king, but also turning into a dark ball full of floating figures, leaving only a mark in history.

It's hard for the dark ball to last for a long time. It's about to collapse and return to its original state. The sabre suddenly rises and resists another finger of the unborn mother. Then with the help of the rout, it pulls the monster Zhao Fugui into Jiuyou!

The dark sun is hanging high, and the evil Qi is rolling around. The two appear on the top of Jiuyou. The dark ball is hard to support, and it disintegrates silently. The shadows "converge" into the river of time of Jiuyou. They are cut off by the power of Jue Dao, and they can't return to the real world.

At this moment, even if there is no reason and no other thinking, Zhao Fugui also feels empty and close to detachment, but Jiuyou's evil spirit is constantly pouring in and madly nourishing.

The emperor's attack came in a flash, and suddenly there was a figure in front of him, a Diablo ape supporting the sky and the earth!

Monkey King!

"Lao Jun asked my grandson to wait here. I'd like to borrow your unique sword." The ape grinned.