Chapter 4947

The immortal body of the tripe Buddha has been fragmented and shattered by the intention of 10000 swords.

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

The sword unparalleled used its strength to awaken all the sword intentions on the white bone Road, so that it could defeat the big belly Buddha with the strength of six turn Dayan immortal so easily.

If not, it is 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 is weak, it actually exists and is extremely familiar.

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

"Impossible, why hasn't he died?" As he thought, he hurried back to the wreckage of the big belly Buddha.

Waving his palm and flying the huge immortal corpse debris, a bloody, extremely thin body was reflected in his eyes.

"Cough... I'm finally relieved..."

The extremely thin body lay on the white bone road saturated with divine blood, with a voice of relief coming from his mouth.

Jian Wushuang frowned slightly. From the clothes on his body, it could be seen that it was a shabby Zen clothes, and there was a string of huge Zen beads hanging on his neck.

This kind of dress, in this big Yan Huan, Jian unparalleled once seen.

Even the group of big monks who destroyed the heaven where the sand demon 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.

Many big monks entered the sand demon cave, but only the empty wheel left the most profound impression on jianwushuang.

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

"Is he also from the so-called heaven Buddha world?" Jian Wushuang thought secretly, and the invisible sword condensed in his hand.

"Cough..."

Withered and thin, he opened his mouth and vomited a large mouthful of divine blood, and then collapsed on his back.

At this time, Jian Wushuang saw his face clearly, thin and thin, like an ascetic monk.

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

"Thank you... A good man gave me relief, and I can't repay you by singing..."

Jian Wushuang 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, his hands folded, "since the good man asked, Xingge told the reason."

"My line of songs comes from the realm of Tongtian Buddha. I am an ascetic monk who travels in the universe and feels all kinds of suffering."

Hearing this sentence, the mind of jianwushuang was a little shocked. As he imagined, the monk was indeed from the world of Tongtian Buddha.

The monk named Xingge continued to think for himself, "and the reason why I am here is simply because of the war."

"It was the first war to destroy the old era and establish a new Tianting. All creatures fell in that war, and the Tianyu, a subsidiary of the old era Tianting, also fell."

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

"Those who are the strongest 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.

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

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

When he heard the song, two lines of clear tears gushed out of his dry 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 I was invaded by Yan Xian, which aroused the ultimate greed in my heart and turned into an evil Buddha. If it weren't for the arrival of good men and the final destruction of my evil body, I'm afraid I would be trapped here forever."

This short dialogue has come to an end. Jian Wushuang 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 Tianting.

And this is somewhat different from Jian Wushuang's conjecture. He thought that those who were exiled here were some extremely evil Dayan immortals.

Sing with your hands folded, and there is relief in your dead eyes.

"Thank you for your kindness. Singing has been liberated, but at the moment of liberation, I 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 fist sized ring bead in the middle.

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

Seeing such a ring bead, Jian Wushuang remembered another thing.

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

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

Jian Wushuang didn't shirk it. After a little meditation, he reached out and took the ring bead in his hand.

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

Then, Jian Wushuang said, "do you know a ascetic monk named Kong Lun?"

After hearing this taboo, the song that was about to fall suddenly opened its eyes to the largest, "empty, empty wheel?"

"My junior brother, the taboo is empty wheel. Has a good man seen him? How is he?"

Jian Wushuang sighed in his heart, and then said slowly, "we met earlier, and we talked for several days. He was very congenial. He was also an ascetic monk who measured the earth with his feet, but now I'm afraid he has passed away."

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

A moment later, he whispered, "it's all right. It's time for me."

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

A six turn Dayan immortal fell at this point.

Jian Wushuang was silent, looking at the muddy black ring bead in his hand, and 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's not as quiet as he imagined. A six turn great Yanxian is probably just the beginning.

Behind, perhaps the most mysterious existence of Baigu road.