Chapter 1352

The bitter sea annihilates, the mountains shake and the earth moves, and so does the ghost world, just like the earthquake.

Ghost world is not like the human world. Since its birth, there has never been an earthquake.

All living beings in the ghost world are shocked and lose their color. They are looking at the earth under their feet with incredible cracks, even huge cracks.

The Ming River set off a huge wave, and the bridge was suddenly submerged, and the river overflowed the bank, and then spread around with great momentum.

All the living beings in the ghost world are scared and run for their lives.

Although the Styx river is dangerous, there has been no flood. No one knows why the Styx river suddenly gets angry.

The turmoil in ghost world made everyone uneasy. Even those who preached Buddhism for the local Tibetan king had to stop and flee.

Fengdu City, in the eyes of the king of Tibet, the golden light burst out, like two sharp arrows shooting out. He exclaimed in disbelief, "how can it be?"

Whoosh!

He rose from the air, suspended in the mid air, eyes like fire, one by one across every inch of Fengdu city land.

The cracks are like ugly scars, scattered all over Fengdu.

"How could it be? No way! " His lips trembled and he kept talking to himself. It was hard to keep his former calm.

Li Xiaotian has been following the king of Tibet. Naturally, she also found this abnormal situation. At that time, she also soared.

She has achieved a little success in Sutra collection, and can also fly in the sky.

Although she did not agree with some views of the Tibetan king, it did not prevent her from understanding the Tibetan scriptures. There are many mysterious places in the Tibetan scriptures, which can benefit her a lot.

Seeing that the king of Tibet was shocked, Li Xiaotian was deeply shocked.

In these days, she has had a certain understanding of the king of Tibet. He seems to have only one emotion. In the face of anything, he is both flattered and insulted, and looks solemn.

However, now this scene completely makes her understand that the Tibetan king is not very different from other people, and there are still various emotions, which are just covered up by her.

"What's the matter?"

She asked curiously.

Other ghost experts are also looking at the king of Tibet, waiting for his answer.

The king of Tibet seemed to turn a deaf ear, and looked at the scarred ground without saying a word.

Suddenly -

a ray of black gas sprang out of the crack.

Then, a myriad of black air floated up from each crack. In an instant, Fengdu city seemed to be covered by the black air and gradually formed a black fog to block the sight.

Li Xiaotian wrinkled his delicate nose and felt a strange smell from the black fog.

"There seems to be something in the black fog, but it can't be seen or grasped." Li Xiaotian said thoughtfully.

Others nodded in sympathy.

But the king of Tibet didn't say a word, and no one could speculate about the specific situation.

The black fog covers the whole ghost world and converges from Fengdu city in all directions. Although the ghost world is vast, the speed of these black fog converging is almost the same as that of electro-optic flint, which is beyond our reach.

Fengdu city stands on the Bank of the Styx River, surrounded by the Styx river. It's hard for people in the ghost world to fly over the natural moat of the Styx river.

However, in front of the black fog, the Styx river has become a thin piece of paper, which can be broken at a poke.

In full view of the public, the black fog swaggered across the Styx River and surrounded Fengdu city.

Covering the sky and blocking the sun, Fengdu city is dark. All the living beings are frightened and looking around.

They have been submerged by the black fog. Many people are frightened when they are in the black fog. It seems that they are afraid of being hurt by the black fog.

However, the black fog just passed by them and did not harm them.

"Ah --"

suddenly, a scream sounded in the crowd, like a thunderbolt in the clear sky, attracting the eyes of all people.

"Look where the black fog flies!"

This exclamation came out of Li Xiaotian's mouth. She was meticulous and found this extraordinary scene.

Others, hearing the words, looked at them one after another, and actually found a strange scene.

How could the black fog at the bottom of the earth fly to the Tibetan king in the sky?

Everyone was bewildered by the scene.

Li Xiaotian narrowed his eyes slightly, and stared at the black fog with intense energy. He was like the king of Tibet in the center of the storm.

The face of the Tibetans is iron and green, and they are only serious.

In Fengdu City, all living creatures have been transformed and become the most devout believers of the king of Tibet. Looking at this scene, they are worried about the king of Tibet.

"Be careful!"

There was a scream of alarm, whizzing to the king of Tibet, who had not yet been close to him, and the black fog went in through his mouth and nose, and he suddenly froze and stopped in the middle of the air.

After a while, the black fog came out of the mouth and nose again. The man was fierce and roared loudly.There was anger in the voice.

In addition, the voice seems to have magic. It can even stir the anger of other people and make the listener change color.

Li laughs at the unexplained anger in his heart. His eyes are red and his teeth are gnashing. He seems to see the enemy who killed his father.

But she immediately returned to her senses, and recovered her wits, but her face changed greatly, and she looked at the man strangely.

Why does his voice have this magic.

She did not understand the cause and effect. With a roar, the man exploded in the air, turning into a little bit of Yin Qi, which drifted away with the wind.

This scene deeply shocked Li Xiaotian and other beings in the ghost world.

They looked at each other, not only Li Xiaotian, but also other people were affected by the roar just now.

"The black fog is dangerous."

They immediately realized this and retreated.

Fortunately, these black fogs are converging with the Tibetans, just passing by them. It seems that as long as they don't aim at the black fogs, the black fogs won't hurt them.

"It seems that once you get close to the Tibetan king, the black fog will launch an attack. What the hell is this black fog? It's so powerful. " Li laughed and muttered.

"Are they the ghosts of the rebel forces?" She had a movement in her mind, but she thought it over carefully and had to deny it.

The rebel forces have no such ability at all. Just now, the mountains and the earth moved, and the whole ghost world was affected by an earthquake. The rebel forces have absolutely no such ability.

"And who will it be?"

Li Xiao couldn't help but look at the king of the earth. He was almost in the dark fog. He couldn't see clearly.

Seeing the danger of the black fog, others retreated, but looked at the Tibetans in the black fog, and they all showed their refusal. Instead of retreating, they advanced. Several others flew up and rushed to the Tibetans in a loud voice, trying to help them.

But the king of Tibet didn't seem to see all this. The black fog seemed to block his sight and blind his mind. He didn't care about those who died.

These people were indeed killed, and the black fog, as it were, penetrated their mouths and noses again, and they froze in the air.

With a loud noise, these people have followed suit, exploded, and turned into a wisp of Yin Qi.

The explosion deeply shocked Li Xiaotian's heart. Her face was as deep as water, and she worried: "can't the king of Tibet stop the black fog if he doesn't act?"? The ghost world is in danger. "

"Roar" -

suddenly, a deafening roar came out of the black fog, like a strong shock wave, shaking the black fog, tearing a gap.

Shua!

The golden light came out of the gap and covered Fengdu city.

All of them cried out in ecstasy, "the king of the earth."

This is indeed the magic power of the king of Tibet. The familiar golden light contains a strong Buddhist power.

There is no doubt that the Tibetans are urging the Tibetans to collect scriptures and resist the strange black fog with Buddhist power.

Li smiled and looked at the scene without turning his eyes. He really wanted to ask the king of Tibet clearly what the black fog was.

However, the king of Tibetans did not answer her now.

From that crack, people not only saw the golden light, but also saw the figure of the king of Tibet who was in the core of the black fog.

He had sat down with his knees crossed, and a golden lotus platform appeared under him, turning slowly.

The king of Tibet sits on the lotus platform and rotates with it. His serious face flashes in front of his eyes. Soon, it flashes again and again, so repeatedly.

Li Xiaotian saw the difference between the king of Tibet and the ordinary people. In the ordinary times, he planned strategies with full confidence.

But at this moment, a thick worry hung between his eyebrows.

He has no determination to win.

"Can he resist the attack of the black fog?" A question came up in Li Xiao's heart. The black fog was different from other attacks. It was all pervasive and powerful. Was the Tibetans his opponent?

In the end, no one knows the result.

Li Xiaotian looks at this scene and ponders for a while. He feels that the Tibetan king is not optimistic. If the Tibetan king is captured, is it a blessing or a curse for the ghost world?

However, other people do not have this worry at all. When they see the figure of the king of Tibet, their eyes and all their attention are completely attracted by the king of Tibet.

In their hearts, the Tibetans are invincible. Therefore, they do not worry about the winning or losing of the Tibetans at all.

These people seemed to be infected by the king of Tibet, and they sat down with their knees crossed, their hands folded and recited the Sutra of Tibet.

The king of Tibetans didn't have a broom to protect herself. She passed part of the contents of the mass of Tibetans to all living beings in the ghost world.

However, when it comes to the core power of Dhyana, dhyana is intentionally omitted.

But thousands of people meditated and recited sutras, and a little golden light came out of their mouths, interwoven into Sanskrit in the air.Although they can't speak Sanskrit by themselves, they can do it perfectly together.

The golden Sanskrit flew to the king of Tibet and confronted the black fog. The black fog seemed to want to stop the Sanskrit.

As enemies, the confrontation between the two sides was very fierce, some Sanskrit was exhausted, and some black fog disappeared.

Both parties have losses.

But part of the golden Sanskrit got into the crack, came to the Tibetan king, and then integrated into his endless golden cassock.

When the time comes, endless cassocks are made in golden light.