Chapter 4951

The ten thousand feet immortal body of the big belly Buddha has been fragmented and smashed by the intention of ten thousand swords.

The endless divine blood almost formed a river on the white bone Road, and everything in sight was full of sadness.

The sword unparalleled has awakened all the sword ideas on the white bone road by virtue of its fighting force, so that it can easily defeat the big belly Buddha with the strength of six turn Da Yan immortal.

If not, I'm afraid it's almost impossible to defeat it.

Looking at the immortal corpses all over the ground, Jian Wushuang converged and was ready to leave.

But at this time, he felt a faint breath again.

Although the breath was faint, it was real and very familiar.

Jian Wushuang was slightly surprised. He looked directly in that direction. He saw a miserable body among countless huge immortal corpses, struggling constantly.

"No way. Why hasn't he died yet?" He thought so and hurried back to the wreckage of the big belly Buddha.

Waving his palm, he flew the huge immortal corpse, and a blood soaked, extremely thin body was reflected in his eyes.

"Cough... I'm finally free..."

The extremely thin body lay on the white bone road soaked with God's blood, with a voice of relief coming from his mouth.

Jian Wushuang frowns slightly. It can be seen from the clothes on his body that it is an old Zen clothes, and there is a string of huge Zen beads around his neck.

This kind of dress, in this Dayan universe, the sword is unparalleled. I have seen it once.

Even the group of great monks who destroyed the heaven where the sand devil cave was located were dressed like this.

Little is known about the origin of those big monks, only that they come from outside the big division, which is an extremely terrible existence.

There are many big monks entering the sand devil cave, but only the empty wheel left the most profound impression on jianwushuang.

And now this thin body seems to have something to do with the group of great monks a long time ago.

"Is he also from the so-called heaven Buddha world?" The sword was thinking secretly, and the invisible sword was condensed in his hand.

"Cough..."

Withered and thin, he opened his mouth and vomited a big mouthful of God's blood, and then collapsed on his back.

At this time, the sword peerless saw his face, thin and thin, like an ascetic monk.

With his eyes facing each other, the angry monk suddenly climbed up with all his strength and knelt down in front of him.

"Thank you... A good man gave me relief. I can't repay my song..."

Jianwushuang didn't reply, stared at him without relaxation, and finally whispered, "where are you from and why are you here?"

With a light cough, the monk who called himself Xingge sat cross legged on the white bone road with his hands folded, "since the good man asked, Xingge told the reason."

"My song comes from the world of Tongtian Buddha. I am an ascetic monk who travels in the world and feels all kinds of suffering."

Hearing this sentence, the mind of sword peerless was a little shocked. As he imagined, the monk really came from the world of Tongtian Buddha.

The monk named Xingge continued to think for himself, "and I was here purely because of the war."

"It was the first war to destroy the old era and establish a new heaven. All creatures fell in that war, and all the celestial regions attached to the heaven of the old era also fell."

"Not only did the heaven fall, but even the strong died, but the strong died, but the strongest was not killed."

"The most powerful are exiled in a tangible and intangible place. As for that place, it is here."

Xingge said, stretching out his thin palm and pointing to the ground.

"When I traveled there, that is, in the proposed large division, I was inadvertently involved in the war, and finally exiled here for various reasons."

Jian Wushuang heard this and said, "then why did you become like that just now?"

When Xingge heard the speech, two lines of clear tears gushed out of the withered eyes. Finally, he said, "greed, I rely on myself to get rid of the six desires, but I didn't escape the control of greed!"

"After I was exiled here, my mind was damaged and then occupied by Yan Xian, which aroused the ultimate greed in my heart and turned me into an evil Buddha. If a good man didn't come here and finally destroy my evil body, I'm afraid I would be trapped here forever."

This short dialogue ended completely. Jianwushuang also got some secrets from the words of Xingge.

These Dayan immortals who were exiled in the boundless sea were the strongest of the old Tianting before zhenwuyang founded the Tianting.

This is different from Jian Wushuang's conjecture. He thinks that those exiled here are some extremely evil Dayan immortals.

Singing, hands folded, dead eyes contain liberation.

"Thank you for your kindness. Singing has been liberated, but when you are about to be liberated, you want to give a gift to a philanthropist."

He said, his thin palm touched the string of ring beads between his neck, and then took off the ring bead the size of a fist in the middle.

In an instant, all the ring beads in his neck turned into nothingness. Only the one in his hand exuded a mysterious color.

Seeing such a ring bead, jianwushuang remembered another thing.

Under the sea of blood in the sand devil cave, he once visited the empty wheel, and finally the empty wheel gave him a life ring bead.

"A good man, there is no reward for singing. Give this ring bead to a good man."

The sword matchless did not push away. After a little meditation, he stretched out his hand and took the ring bead in his hand.

The ring beads are warm and cool, with a unique texture.

Then, jianwushuang said, "do you know an ascetic monk named Kong Lun?"

After hearing this taboo, the original falling line song opened its eyes to the maximum, "empty, empty wheel?"

"My younger martial brother, the taboo is empty wheel. Have you seen him? How is he? "

Jian Wushuang sighed in his heart, and then said slowly, "we met earlier and talked about the seat for several days. He is also an ascetic monk who measures the earth with his feet, but I'm afraid he's dead now."

Xingge was shocked, and her eyes left two lines of clear tears again, without making any drastic moves.

A moment later, he whispered, "that's all. It's time for me, too."

As his voice fell, the thin immortal body directly returned to nothingness, flowed out of the stars, and finally scattered on the white bone road.

A six turn Dayan immortal fell.

The sword is matchless and silent. Looking at the muddy black ring bead in his hand, he threw it into the bowl Yang bottle.

The death of Xingge didn't touch him too much. What he was thinking now was how to leave the white bone road quickly.

Here, it is not as quiet as he imagined. A six turn big Yan fairy is likely to be just the beginning.

Behind, perhaps the most mysterious existence of Baigu road.