"Excuse me, senior, can the Thousand Buddhas be in the inner sea?" What Qin Ming is thinking about now is not the Long Live Mountain. Once that thing is on his head, it should not make any difference whether he fights or not. Whether it is life or death, or sudden twilight. Whether you return to being young and weak, you have to listen to the judgment of the long river of time and space. What he is concerned about now is the Thousand Buddha Hall. If the old Buddha is in the inner sea, or the transition zone between the inner sea and the ancient sea, it may be able to give the Nine Hell King some help, or at least shock the man on the funeral boat.
'One thought of the Holy Temple, one thought of Purgatory; one hand with the alms bowl, the other with the Buddha staff; holding the ring seal on top, burning the common people into ashes. '
This is the evaluation of the Thousand-Buddha Hall by the Heavenly King Palace. If it had not been unclear about his true nature of good and evil, the Heavenly King Palace would not have granted him the title of Marquis, but the King!
Qin Ming was deeply impressed when he saw Qianfohou's introduction.
"I haven't seen you in five years." The ghost of Buried Sea also misses his old friend. He even plans to go deep into the inner sea to find the Nine Hell Kings. When the Thousand Buddhas appear, he will also raise his sword to kill the formation to help the power of the Heavenly King Palace and return the favor. The grace of the year. But the situation in the Ghost Sea came suddenly, and the secret news was too big for him, and it may even become the key to whether he can aspire to Tianwu in the future. What's more, the Thousand Buddhas will not come for a while, and the King of Nine Hells will not die easily, so he came here.
The reminiscing expression of the ghost buried in the sea flashed past, and the murderous attack reappeared, with a fierce momentum that seemed to burn through the black fog in the sky.
Qin Ming regrets that there are many princes in the Tianwang Palace in the sea area, but the sea area is vast and boundless. When the news spreads, it may take a few months for some people to come back, and it may take a few years for others, so there is the Nine Prison King Dance. After holding the flag for two years, Qin Ming planned to take over the flag and dance again. Where is the Nine Hell King now? What kind of resistance are you experiencing? How many princes gathered together under the imperial edict? Has Guhai been alarmed
"Mind the immediate business and take care!" Sea Burial Ghost picked up the knife and left, fighting into the depths of the sea. The three golden lions glanced at the white tiger before leaving, seeming a little confused.
Qin Ming immediately retreated after Sea Burial Ghost left, fearing that the old turtles would come out again to distract them.
"The strength is still too weak. If you don't reach the peak of earth martial arts, you must be ready to escape at any time to survive in the sea."
Qin Ming was filled with emotion, but among the princes in the Heavenly King's Palace, none of them grew up from fleeing when they first entered the ** sea area. Being in danger again and again is equivalent to experience again and again. If you die, you will be blamed for your incompetence. If you survive, it will be regarded as your skill and an achievement.
Only through hard work can one achieve the will of steel and the body of a holy warrior.
Many princes would even deliberately seek death, looking for desperate adventures and challenging powerful enemies to seek death.
Comfort is reserved for the dead!
"Don't be upset. Getting stronger is the way to go." Qin Ming comforted the depressed Bai Hu and controlled the Skylark to drift forward.
Bai Hu looked back at Qin Ming and roared vaguely. Meaning, where are we going
"Hurry up and learn to speak." Qin Ming pointed out to Bai Hu, it was too laborious to rely on understanding every time.
Where to go
It’s not even easy to determine the direction and time here, so where else can we go
Heading forward in one direction
The surroundings are completely dark, and no matter how strong a sense of direction is, it is impossible to walk very far in one direction, and you might turn a corner while walking.
"Wait a moment, I'll take a look in the sky." Qin Ming reminded Bai Hu to pay attention to safety, spread his wings and rushed high into the sky.
Keep rising, maybe you can break out of the vast fog covering the ghost sea, determine the direction, and know the day and night.
However, Qin Ming was disappointed. The higher he went, the thicker the black mist became, and filled with extremely strong pressure. He felt nothing at first. It started to appear after five hundred meters. After reaching one thousand meters, Qin Ming could no longer fly. When he moved, it felt like he was carrying a huge mountain that towered into the sky, which made his blood and energy suffocate all over his body.
There was no other way. Qin Ming could only take one step at a time, drift forward on the Skylark, and built a simple hourglass to record the time. Drifting in the boundless darkness and forgetting time is a terrible thing. It will make you lost, and it will make you panic and even crazy.
After all, Qin Ming is not going to drift here for a few days, it is likely to be a few months, and even longer.
"I hope I can meet Da Meng and the others."
Qin Ming looked forward to it and began to search deliberately. It was better to set a goal or something rather than drifting aimlessly.
About two days later, the scene in front of Qin Ming suddenly became clear. The dark fog was gone, the blue waves were rippling, the white clouds were beautiful, and the air was fresh. It seemed that he was lucky enough to break out of the ghost sea and return to the normal sea. But Qin Ming's expression became extremely weird.
There doesn't seem to be any danger here, but there are thousands of warriors scattered in front. Some were riding in small boats, some were walking on wooden boards, and some were crouching on rocks, spread across thousands of meters of sea.
They seemed to have barged in from different directions, and everyone had a smile on their face.
but…
quiet! There was no sound except the gentle sound of waves.
Thousands of people just sat or stood quietly, smiling and falling into a deep sleep.
The sea was as calm as a mirror, and they were like portraits inlaid in the mirror.
This is a strange picture, so strange that it makes people palpitate.
Qin Ming subconsciously wanted to withdraw, but when he looked back, the black fog was gone. Looking forward, he couldn't see the black fog anymore. The blue waves were rippling and the clear sky stretched to the end of his field of vision.
The sounds of joy and laughter began to echo in my ears, and my body began to feel the gentle sea breeze, beautiful and comfortable. For people who have been wandering for a long time, the tranquility here makes people long for it and they can't wait to stay here.
I would rather wait to die in peace here than wander in the darkness again.
Bai Hu shook his head violently, starting to feel dazed and weak.
"Illusion?" Qin Ming bit the tip of his tongue, drawing out blood, trying to wake himself up. As a result... not only did the black fog disappear, but even the thousands of people in front of him were invisible. Instead, a beautiful island appeared not far ahead. , the green mountains and green waters above are very lively, and the sound of hawking can be vaguely heard.
Qin Ming began to be in a trance, knowing that it was an illusion, but he began to sink.
"Asura resentment!" Qin Ming suddenly roared and forcibly opened the Asura sword that had been silent for a long time.
Deep in the Qi Sea, the Shura Sword awakened again, emitting a fierce murderous aura and making a sensation in the Qi Sea. It was like thousands of armies and horses galloping out, and like ancient beasts charging out of the Shura Killing World. This time the turmoil was far greater than before. In the Xuanwu realm, the Shura Sword at this moment has a somewhat "demon soldier" momentum. It not only trembles the air sea, but also faintly threatens to impact the thunder toad in the air sea.
Lei Chan woke up with a start, raised his head and looked up at the sky, facing the Shura knife hanging above the air sea.
Countless black threads rushed out of the sea of qi, broke into Qin Ming's body, spread rapidly like a spider web, and entangled Qin Ming's soul.
Qin Ming's whole body was filled with a black murderous aura, as if he was entangled by the spirit of injustice, or as if the murderous spirit was resurrected, filled with endless chilling power. Qin Ming closed his eyes hard and slowly opened them. The scene in front of him suddenly changed. It was still dark and foggy. There were no blue waves at all, let alone blue sky and white clouds. There were bright lights in the darkness, with different colors and strengths. No wait, those are the spiritual powers blooming from different warriors, supporting the spiritual shields.
Close to Qin Ming, the bright light bloomed by several warriors has begun to weaken. This is because they have stayed here for a long time and their spiritual power is almost exhausted.
No matter how strong a person is, in this state of constantly burning spiritual energy to maintain the spiritual shield, there will be a time when it becomes exhausted.
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