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The silver moon shining on the golden wheat fields, and the fireflies flashed on the edge of the pool, reflected on the black water, as if they were shining with the stars.
A white figure slid across the black water surface suddenly, silent as if a ghost, not even the fireflies were disturbed.
She walked through the wheat fields in midsummer, and the air was full of harvest. She didn't understand the wars of practitioners. As long as she could survive, mortals would live their lives year after year.
The pale and slender hand traversed the sharp wheat, she kept looking up, her ethereal eyes looked up at the sky instantaneously, as if to count the number of stars, and as if seeking a solution.
Wow!
A refreshing summer breeze surged, the waves of wheat fluctuated, and long hair like seaweed drifted behind him.
The spark of fire is in the sky, and there is no answer.
So he looked at the distant village. The golden wheat awn pierced the fingertips, dropped a drop of blood, turned into a pale spark and fell in the wheat field, spreading silently,
In a blink of an eye, the undulating waves of wheat turned into a sea of fire.
The wheat field does not burn, but loses its color, becomes pale, no longer has a trace of life, and returns to absolute silence.
The white fire passed through the pool, and the dots of fireflies were also dimmed, falling into the black water, making ripples.
The fire ignited, like a turbulent night breeze, spreading across mountains, rivers, and cities.
In the quiet little village, the sleeping child did not know what dream he was doing, so he pursed his mouth and turned over. The pale flame lightly touched his forehead, and he merged into the fire.
In the old town. The dying old man, suffering from the torment of illness, still can't sleep, and increasingly longs for the continuation of life. A pale fire was reflected in the muddy eyes, and the pain quickly disappeared, becoming a light fire with life.
In the sturdy city, the Brothel Chu Pavilion is doing joyous songs at night, with brilliant lights, interlacing coquettish lines, and silk and bamboo orchestras. Drunk scolding waves laughing. Tireless.
The beggar outside the door cowered at the high-rollers who entered and exited, wanting to step forward but not daring, wanting to back up but still reluctantly, dodge between the light and shadow. unconsciously. It ran out of this life.
Pale flames poured in and out. The lights are still brilliant, the laughter is still in my ears, but it's over.
In the pale wheat field. She turned her waist, her clothes were flying, her footsteps were light, her gestures changed, and she controlled the prairie fire, like an indulgent dance, with only the stars facing each other.
Men and women, wise men and fools, good and evil, poor and rich, desperate hope, pain and joy...
Such as this, there was a difference between clouds and mud, but at this moment all are equal in this dance.
However, all beings are not equal. Even in the face of death, there are always practitioners who refuse to admit their fate, who want to surpass all beings, occupy the famous mountain and blessed land, lay a large formation, and stabilize the gate, so that pale flames cannot invade.
She stood under the silver moonlight, spinning around, raising her arms, ringing bells, her black hair fluttering, and her rosary flying away, disappearing beyond the mountains.
With a turn of his mind, the sword light rises, twists and turns, and sinks into the void.
So the gate of the mountain was broken, and all beings died in battle.
When the east was faint, there was no living being in the area of thousands of miles, whether it was the tiniest insect or the most powerful practitioner.
There was no smoke in the distant villages, no cock crowing and dogs barking. The city further afield became empty, everything remained the same as it was, as if nothing had happened.
The stars disappeared, the dance stopped, and the flames rolled back.
The crack in the bones closed every inch, and when he raised his wrist, there was a rosary on it.
"Zhu Yan Bai Bone Dao" is a faint sign of breakthrough. This is the first time she has practiced the purpose of "Zhu Yan Bai Bone Dao" since she began to practice "Zhu Yan Bai Bone Dao".
As if freed from the invisible shackles, the effect was unexpectedly good.
The sea does not choose a trickle, so it can become its depth.
Just as mortal flesh and soul cannot be compared with practitioners, but the number is much larger, and it is much more convenient to kill. And there are spirits in the vegetation, every point is insignificant, but it can be turned into a single spark, converging into a prairie fire.
Perhaps this is the real way of the bones.
In the clear blue sky, a black dragon ship crossed the sky, and "Yongzhou Mu" overlooked the thousand miles of red land below. When he received the message, he couldn't believe it, but at this time he had to believe it and gritted his teeth and said: "Buddha!"
All the Shangqing behind him were silent, and couldn't believe that this was something a practitioner could do. This was no longer a massacre, but an extinction.
The former flying locust king also turned the sky upside down in Qingzhou and swallowed countless creatures. But that was after a long time of preparation, and then expanded the swarm like a snowball. Even after the insect swarm became large, it was impossible to turn thousands of miles into red land overnight.
The flying locust king did not dare to show up easily. The great monks could kill thousands of locusts by raising their hands. No matter how serious the disaster was, it would be difficult to threaten them. Ordinary practitioners also have the power to protect themselves. But at this time, even they felt a deep threat.
A senior monk of Shangqing hesitated: "Your Majesty, I heard that Zuo Guoshi led 20 monk kings and failed to kill the Buddha enemy in an ambush and sneak attack. We..."
"As a Yongzhou Mu, how can I ignore it. Look, she is there, fellow daoists are ready to take action! I heard that she seems to be injured, this may be an opportunity, the only opportunity."
She looked at the flying black ship in the distance, and was about to move. A green tree bud grew and grew into a banyan tree. The branches swayed and the leaves rushed. The sad face of the big banyan tree king emerged from the trunk: "Stop it." Xiaoan, I beg you, you are an enemy of the world!"
Even though he had unprecedented deductions, he still underestimated her terrible. This flame is simply born for extinction, destroying all the living and the dead. Her threat to this world is by no means under the Hungry Ghost Road and Demon Realm, and is even more direct and deadly.
This is the path of "Zhu Yan Bai Bone Dao", the fire of samādhi and bones burns three thousand worlds. In the past, only because of the existence of Li Qingshan, the influence of that white bone bodhisattva was greatly offset, so that she had never used the power in it like this.
"For the enemy?"
She stared slightly, and with a wave of "killing the Buddha", the big tree collapsed, burned and withered.
The sky and the earth shook slightly, and it seemed that the silent restraints were torn apart, so there was no more scruples.
The house towering over the sky, the big banyan tree suddenly cracked a hundred-meter-long wound, and the sap was flowing like blood.
Even though he is the god of half the world, he controls the power of heaven and earth, he can't heal this wound, this is the sword that Qiongqi Demon God must guard against.
When the Black Dragon King arrived in Yongzhou, she had disappeared. The senior monks of Shangqing breathed a sigh of relief.
Yongzhou Mu Shen said: "Seek help from Longzhou!" (To be continued...) R1292
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