Chapter 389

The imperial city of the summer, the magistrate's residence, is getting closer and closer to the day of the war. On the contrary, the residence is surprisingly calm. The study of the residence, Ning Chen, has been resting most of the time, preparing for the coming World War I.

Dusk into snow, more and more silence, many times, do not say a word, just standing quietly in the room, looking at the direction of the palace, into memories and meditation.

Xia Ziyi is still in seclusion. Inside and outside the chamber of secrets, the atmosphere of demons is heavy. The emperor is possessed by demons and tries his best to win the last hope for the world.

The most important battle, the three people carry the sustenance of many strong people in the world, the terrible strength of Hades, so that the world can not see the slightest light, this battle, will be the most critical duel between human and God.

In the study, Ruoxi pushes the door and enters. He brings the bitter tea and puts it beside Zhiming.

"Mr. Hou, do you still have a headache?" If cherish beautiful face flashed a can't bear, light voice way.

"Nothing, still can hold" rather Chen opens an eye, calm way.

Ruoxi picked up the bitter tea, her eyes overflowed with tears, and said, "Ruoxi's status is low. Thanks to the Marquis, he didn't give up and stayed in the Marquis's house. Originally, he was not qualified to say anything more, but Ruoxi still begged him to come back alive no matter what"

she knew that the enemy he had to face this time was different from before. This was a real God, regardless of myth Or reality, human beings have never won the gods.

Ning Chen gets up, goes to the window, looks at the blood moon hanging high in the sky, and says, "if you cherish it, do you know when the darkest time of the night is?"

Ruoxi shook his head and said in a soft voice, "I don't know"

Ning Chen's eyes flashed fatigue and sighed, "it's before dawn"

this is his final responsibility. The world needs a hope, and he can't guarantee whether he can come back alive. However, even if they can't come back, they will leave a trace of light to the world. The world can't be destroyed, and the dawn will come.

In the West Buddha's native land, outside tianfoshan, where the demon temple and the holy palace stand, a blue Chinese figure is coming. It has an extraordinary temperament.

Before Foshan, Prince Yan stopped and calmed down.

"Since I have come to see you, I should know the rules of Foshan. Please enter the battle," a Foshan deacon responded, making way for the future.

Prince Yan stepped forward, looking calm as water, without any waves.

With his sword stand on his back, aman followed quietly, and his breath of simple sword was flowing, which made him outstanding.

Foshan Sanzhen is a test for those who have not been summoned to see guangzun. For hundreds of years, only one person has been able to succeed.

"Extraordinary swordsman," the Buddha said.

"Guangzun is over praised," Prince Yan said calmly.

"Ah"

the Buddha smiles faintly, but in the dazzling light, the Buddha's appearance changes. A young Buddha with hair walks out, and his strong breath is far more than just a few times.

Guangzun, guangzun, the head of tianfoshan, the most powerful of the three disasters, and the supreme of the West Buddha, who is juxtaposed with the Lord of the demon temple and the Lord of the divine palace, finally show their Dharma.

"How young" aman saw guangzun's face, glanced curiously, and immediately couldn't help muttering.

Guangzun chuckles. What a clear-cut girl. It's the first time that she has seen someone who doesn't feel the slightest pressure on him since he entered the three calamities.

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