Chapter 822

Looking down from the sky, figures shot out of the stone houses on the whole earth, flying in different directions.

It seems that everyone's goals are different. The only thing that is the same is to run to the glow of different colors around the earth, like any treasure in the glow. Later, they are robbed by others.

After a incense stick, hundreds of millions of people disappeared at the end of heaven and earth, merged into the glow, and could no longer be seen.

The earth, walls, stone houses and streets became empty and lonely again.

"There's a body here!"

When the stone gate of the wall was opened, the three friars skillfully walked out of the stone gate and looked around the wall. At a glance, they saw the body bent on the ground in the opposite corner.

"In only two days, our January training task was completed. In this month, we saw fewer bodies?"

The friar with a head higher in the middle replied with some disdain.

The monk who spoke just now brightened his eyes, removed his eyes from the body in the corner of the wall, looked at the glow in the distance, and said with great expectation: "yes, watching them rush into the glow every day, he felt that this patrol was really boring."

The friar on the left also looked into the distance, his closed lips opened slightly, and said hoarsely, "not only is it extremely boring, but also feels extremely redundant. Where can the strength cultivation be increased every day in the past to enrich the feeling?"

"Yes, without strength and cultivation, we are slaves after all. How can we get others to see more?"

"Hum! Although patrolling delays cultivation, there is no danger of life. Although the glow is beautiful and the strength cultivation is attractive, I don't know what kind of killing opportunity is hidden. How many people can't go back when hundreds of millions of monks go?"

The tall monk looked very steady. As soon as he said this, the two people next to him took back their overlooking eyes and slightly lowered their heads, as if they were thinking about the meaning of his words or hiding the heat in their eyes.

"Alas! Look at what I said, you two don't care. Since January, we've patrolled together. Even if we didn't have anything to do before, we've met now. Wu is also a person from the past. Naturally, I know what you two think, just..."

"Just what?"

The friar on the right asked strangely.

The tall friar turned his head and looked at them with an expression of hesitation.

The left friar saw him so, his lips closed again, but his ears trembled a few times.

"Wu Daoyou, I heard that when you were young, you also broke into the depths of the glow and saw the best dry star stone. How can we ignore your words?"

Hearing this, the tall friar raised his head and laughed: "ha ha, where? It's just a glance from a distance. Can I touch the best star stone?"

Although he was modest in his words, he looked a little proud. He paused and said with the color of memory: "it's just a glance from a distance, but the appearance of the best star stone is deeply imprinted in his mind. There will never be any weakness. The best star stone..."

"The dazzling light blinds people, and people dare not touch it?" The friar on the right seemed to have heard it countless times. At this time, he couldn't help taking over the words.

The tall monk was interrupted by him, and his face was slightly unhappy, but then he frowned and said in a deep voice: "of course, what was branded in his mind together was the scene of dozens of predecessors competing for the star stone..."

At this time, his eyes seemed to see the bloodbath again and became red.

"The elder who first got the best star stone can't remember it now, because at the moment he grabbed the star stone, he was broken into pieces before he put it into the storage ring, and there was no complete flesh and blood all over his body..."

"Hiss..."

The left Friar's neck jerked back, and the right friar hissed.

"So ah, although the best star stone is good, if Wu got it in those years, I'm afraid it has become the guest of honor of the master. However, although he didn't get it, he left his life. Now, it's no better than the elder who was beaten to pieces?"

The friar on the right had calmed down and asked, "what kind of cultivation state is that elder?"

"What kind of cultivation realm?" The tall monk looked confused and tried to remember.

The left and right people held their breath and stared at him with four eyes.

"Back then, I didn't know."

They trembled slightly and said in unison, "now?"

"Now, I don't know..."

As soon as the words fell, the three people seemed to make an appointment, and their whole bodies shook at the same time.

After three breaths, the friar on the right took a deep breath in his airway: "in those days, the Taoist friend was a spiritual cultivation and could not find out the realm. It is very likely to be practicing emptiness or even Mahayana."

"Good!" The tall friar nodded affirmatively.

"Now Taoist friends are practicing emptiness. If we were not the same family, we would have to honor you as an elder. Would we have the opportunity to listen to the teachings?"

"Good!"

"But now that you are practicing emptiness, you still feel that you don't know the man's accomplishments. I'm afraid..."

"No, I'm afraid. Looking back at this time, the elder must be Mahayana. No doubt, it may be the legendary realm of stars..."

As soon as the four words of the realm of the starry sky came out, the three became quiet.

After two breaths, the friar on the right couldn't help saying, "the realm of the starry sky is a legend."

"Hey, hey! If Wu could get the best star stone, it might be the realm of stars now. However, it is more likely that it had been turned into ashes at that time, which is worse than this cold body."

The tall man smiled low, raised his right hand and pointed his index finger at the body in the opposite corner.

The friar on the right seemed to think of the corpse in the corner at this time. He moved his eyes to the corpse along his index finger. The look on his face was a little struggling, like thinking about the importance of life and the best star stone.

Left Friar's eyes were slightly confused, his lips moved slightly, but he didn't speak.

"Let's go. The corpse's Taoist costume is light purple and gold. It must be the Medici family, but somehow it died here."

"No?"

"Although the Medici family has no enmity with their own family, they have little to do with it. Anyway, they are not in their own corner. They don't accept it. They have their own people to clean up opposite."

The friar on the left listened to the two people's discussion. His doubts became more and more intense. After all, he couldn't help but say, "he's not dead!".

"Ah!" "Impossible!"

"Just now his right calf muscle seemed to move slightly."

The tall man's surprised eyes immediately became disdainful and said, "this month, I met 17 monks who died in the street. Apart from 11 who were killed, there are six. Which one didn't run quickly to resist the cold before death, and finally died in the alternation of cold and freezing?"

"But the legs of the previous body were so stiff that they didn't move."

"Maybe this man just died? Come on, although the Medici family is low-key, it's not easy to provoke. Besides, what property will people who die in the street have? Let's go. It's over in two days. Don't get into unnecessary trouble!"

The tall friar said, turned and took the lead to the left.

The right friar looked strange. He looked back at the left friar, didn't speak, and flew away.

They flew away unhappily and slowly, leaving the friar on the left to think for a moment. He nodded slightly, turned and flew into the air, followed and left.

After four or five breaths, the three men bypassed the wall and disappeared.

The deserted streets were empty, leaving only purple gold corpses in the corner.

After more than ten breaths, the three disappeared in the corner of the wall, and their bodies flashed, and they had been shot in front of Zijin's body.

"If you don't know, forget it. Since you know that your Taoist friend is not dead, even if it is possible, you should try your best to save him." The visitor was the monk on the left. At this time, his closed lips moved slightly and squatted in front of the body.

Look left and right, especially behind the wall against which the body rests.

Seeing that there was no one else, he stretched out his right hand, grabbed the body, lifted it on his shoulder, frowned slightly, turned and took the body towards the stone gate that had just come out.

The stone gate had already been closed. He quickly pinched his fingers in his left hand, chanting words in his mouth, and slowly opened a door on the wall.

He seemed impatient. The stone gate had not been fully opened. He could only pass for one person hour. He held the body in front of him, took a breath, and shot his body into the stone gate.

The stone gate closed slowly, integrated with the wall, and no gap could be found with the naked eye.

......

"Younger martial brother Zeng, I can't imagine that you and I will meet again here after a thousand years!" Yi Henghu's eyes gradually turned red, and his hands behind him also clenched hard.

The surrounding scene is very familiar.

This is the scene after entering the gate of hell at the foot of Kunlun mountain.

Countless ghosts floated in the same direction from all directions, and only the figure in front of them that looked like younger martial brother stayed in place.

"Younger martial brother, are you waiting for me?"

He used his hands again, and his words were sincere and guilty. In the tiger's eyes, Zeng Yushu and Xuanyuan Caixue hugged each other and exploded together.

He has never forgotten the vicissitudes of thousands of years.

"Just, just!"

The ghost ten feet away was unmoved and moved forward.

He watched the ghost float through his body like nothing, in the same direction as all ghosts, towards the center of hell.

It's just like it. It's not after all.

When he looked down at the ghost passing through his body, he naturally saw that his body was also illusory, but his face was not surprised.

Will the body of the soul have rich flesh and blood?

But why didn't he be attracted by the center of hell like other ghosts?

He frowned and tried to remember.

The pain in his mind made him loosen his fist and raise his hand to grab his head.

"Pa!"

It was like a round of applause, with both hands passing through the head and hitting each other hard.

His unreal body shook violently and raised his hands in front of him with a look of horror.

The body is illusory. Why can both palms hit each other?

The head is illusory. Why can there be memory?

"Pain..."

The more he thought, the more severe the pain in his mind, but the pain seemed real or unreal.

Without a head, where will there be pain?

"Am I not dead?"

Just thinking of this, my mind seems to inject an energy, and there is no sharp pain in an instant.