Chapter 4389

Shimmering, illusory and real, as if the years passed unseen but intuitively felt, the time knife was placed on the table quietly without any unnecessary reaction.

In the face of this, Zhao Fugui, as if ordinary, continued to talk, it seems that he never expected to get an answer:

"if the emperor of heaven can really return, he will directly return to the peak state, not to mention, if he still needs time to consolidate, I believe he will not mind having another ally on the other side."

"As long as he or you do it once at a critical moment, I will help the emperor of heaven to reach the peak again after I have proved the other side."

With the great wish, he directly withdrew his eyes, dispelled the purple in the eyes of the contemporary leader of xuantianzong, and took away the demons. He did not wait for the reaction of the time knife, whether it could convey these words to the undead emperor.

Yuhuang mountain still exists, xuantianzong is still there, no big man will take away the time knife, it may not be "waiting for the rabbit"!

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At the bottom of Jiuyou, the core of the ruins of the netherworld, sits a young man in a black robe. His face is beautiful, his brows and eyes are tired and tired of the world and everything. On his knee is a dark sword with a length of three feet, three inches and three minutes. It seems that he is going to end everything, including himself.

There was a flash of purple light in front of him, twisted and wriggled, and turned into the figure of Zhao Fugui.

"Here you are." Seven kill Taoist plain light way.

Zhao Fugui nodded slightly: "I'm coming."

"What are you going to do to convince me?" Taoist Qisha seems to have known his intention for a long time.

"What Jiuyou is qualified to do in the real world is nothing more than you and jiuluan. He is a lunatic who knows nothing but destruction and can't communicate with each other." Zhao Fugui did not directly answer the question of seven kill Taoist, but mentioned the matter of Jiuyou.

At present, in the false other side, those who have the peerless feelings of the other side are themselves, Yang Jian, jiuluan Tianzun and Qisha Taoist. When they leave Jiuyou, they can barely block the two or three strikes of the big men. However, Zhao Fugui does not expect them to be mixed with the main battlefield. He only hopes that they can disperse the corresponding treasures such as plain cloud flag, green lotus color flag, Tianzhu axe and so on.

After a pause, Zhao Fugui continued: "as for the reason, if I die, the magic Buddha will be complete and return to the ranks of the ancients. Isn't it enough?"

Seven kill Taoist's eyes wavered and said: "the hell sea sword has completely awakened. I'm in Jiuyou, and I'm on the other side. But he'll be afraid of him, won't he?"

"The devil Buddha, the devil before the Buddha, I'm worried that he will try to assimilate and even swallow Jiuyou, and your false shore is only given by Jiuyou." Zhao Fugui slowly said and then scattered his figure. The purple light was like a dream bubble, and disappeared in an instant.

Seven kill Taoist looking at a little purple light out, eyes gradually become deep.

………

"Mother! Mother

Young children's voices are constantly ringing in our ears. It's as far away as in the past life. Xia Hongyan slowly opens her eyes, and the bright stars are reflected in her pupils, which is dreamy and mysterious.

When she looked around, she saw that it was a magnificent bedroom with a valuable guqin, one of the most famous Dongxiao pipes in the world, and a thick and warm carpet on the ground, which made people want to lie down.

In sharp contrast to these, the black wooden bars nailed to the windows, one layer after another, are solid and firm, and do not show any light. What's more strange is that the bedroom has no door!

"It's really distorted..." Xia Hongyan's mouth, showing a smile like fun like self mockery, turned a deaf ear to the still reverberating "mother" call.

She got up from the bed, feet, like a pair of snow-white elves, walked to one of the windows, and rubbed the layers of black wood.

There was a small gap between the two layers of light and the outside world, and there was a good gap between them.

The smile of Xia Hongyan's mouth was a little more obvious. She stepped gently, like a shadow, through the gap, through the black wood bar and the window itself.

Outside is not a courtyard, but a broad river with no head and tail on the other side. A ferry stops on the bank, on which stands an old boatman in a hat.

Xia Hongyan barefoot forward, leisurely as if in the spring outing, spent a long time, just went to the ferry side, see the boatman.

He had yellow complexion, deep wrinkles, and long lost eyebrows and hair. Without saying anything, Xia Hongyan boarded the ferry and sat on the head of the boat.

The boatman propped up the pole, the ferry set out, and sailed into the middle of the river. At this time, Xia Hongyan just smile and saluted casually:

"I've met the Buddha."

Is this boatman actually the one who leads Buddha, Amitabha Buddha in namo Amitabha Buddha, the ancient one on the other side?

"Jieyin is Jieyin. Buddhists have no ancestors." The old boatman spoke gently, acquiesced in the name of Xia Hongyan!

Xia Hongyan said with a smile: "they all guess that I want to use the blood and flesh of the Eastern Emperor to hook up with the monsters of heaven, or secretly look for the emperor Fu or the emperor Tiandi, but it's not enough. So I hide in the sword and pretend to start planning. When my husband cuts off my mother's hand into Jiuyou and blocks the black emperor, I step into the heaven with the help of the sword The place where the "great son of heaven" is born is linked with dreams by the source of demons. Buddha is invited to come as a guest. ""He Hua Zi Zai Tian" is another name for a certain level of Jiuyou, paradise of demons, and Amitabha is the real master of dreams.

"Compassion, compassion, what's the benefactor's purpose in looking for me?" The old boatman was not surprised at Xia Hongyan's story.

"Of course, I ask the Buddha to help my husband get to the other side." Xia Hongyan rightfully put forward this request, if there is a bystander here, I'm afraid it will make the eyes protrude.

It was Amitabha Buddha who blocked the Douli palace in the past and made it impossible for the emperor to fight against Zhao Fugui and Xia Hongyan?

Is it Amitabha who formed a firm alliance with the king and shared the core of humanity equally?

It's more incredible that she should ask for help than to seek skin from a tiger!

Looking at Xia Hongyan, the old boatman said with a smile, "it's rare for you to have such a great wish."

"If Maitreya's Taoist friends want to break away from the sea of suffering, the moral God will certainly block them, and the demon emperor will certainly not want all the people to enter the land of Buddhism on earth. Although the Qing emperor is the king Buddha of pharmacists, there were obstacles in the past, and now it is inevitable to ask for them back. However, there is a fundamental conflict between vacuum hometown and the land of Buddhism on earth. What will the king think at this critical moment? Watch yourself weaken? " Xia Hongyan said without a pause, "I'm afraid the Buddha and the ancient Buddha are alone. Releasing the magic Buddha will only add more enemies. In view of this, when my mother returned early and tried to kill me and my husband, the Buddha didn't do his best to leave me this lead."

In the last sentence, she said that she was extremely determined, as if she had witnessed Amitabha's release of water.

"Although the moral benefactor is the foundation of survival and will be weakened by the end of the disaster, he has already achieved the rudiment of the Tao, and the influence is not great. With the magical power of one Qi and three Qing, I have great difficulties to stop it." The tone of the old boatman did not change, and he was still gentle.

Xia Hongyan tilts her head slightly and suddenly smiles: "it doesn't mean that Buddha didn't do his best, but you didn't drive Fu Huang!"

At the last two words, she suddenly raised her tone, like a thunderbolt out of thin air.

The old boatman didn't speak. He looked at Xia Hongyan quietly for a while and then sighed:

"I didn't expect that the benefactor knew the secret."

He admitted that he could drive the emperor!

"At the end of Taigu, the three emperors were damaged, not only Haotian and the Eastern Emperor, but the emperor Fu rose briefly in the early years of ancient times and disappeared mysteriously. I don't know what happened, but in the end it came close to the end of the Eastern Emperor and was controlled by the Buddha." Xia Hongyan said a few more words to show that she was by no means bluffing, "and even if she was regarded as emperor Fu, the situation of Maitreya Daoyou breaking away from the sea of suffering was also extremely dangerous."

"My husband is a Buddhist. He was born in Shaolin and got the master of Buddha's palm. He has practiced several kinds of Buddha's palm. He is not naturally hostile to Buddhism. If the Buddha can help him to reach the other side of the world, when Maitreya preaches, he will give back to others, and the moral God will certainly turn a blind eye."

"In addition, I'm afraid the matter of Maitreya's Buddhist kingdom on the earth is very important to you, isn't it?"

When she spoke, the water was rippling, and the ferryboat unconsciously returned to the original shore. The old boatman's hat hung down, covering his eyes, and did not answer.

Xia Hongyan stood up, stepped out of the ferry, and went back the same way. When the river disappeared, she drew a smile again.

When her figure broke away from the dream, this place did not break up. A bright moon rose in the middle of the river.

"If you were happy to see Zhao Luo on the other side, you would not have watched one of the three corpses of the ancient Buddha die under the Zhenwu sword." A cold and ethereal female voice came down.

The old boatman said with a smile, "how is the benefactor thinking?"