Dai Mengfan felt a chill in his heart.
At this time, the sky turned dark, a red sun had plunged into the sea, and the still-burning red clouds in the west were all over the sky.
Suddenly she felt that the evening sea breeze was a little bit more cool, and she couldn't help but recall the cold wind outside Black Cloud City, the terrifying Demon God, and the back of him facing the Demon God, and hundreds of thousands of soldiers whistling the tsunami. Shout-Li Qingshan!
The strange thing is that there was so much thrilling experience that day, but it was all vague, only this scene was deeply imprinted in her mind, full of color. Rather, it is this scene that is too deep that makes everything else appear blurred.
'Facing Li Qingshan? Do not make jokes! '
Dai Mengfan shook her head. The reason why she dared to fully implement the orders of Guihai Lingzun was also accurate. Li Qingshan would never be able to return to the realm of the world. Otherwise, Wuyu Tiangong would immediately dispatch six divine generals to kill him. Even directly descended a true fairy.
Even if Li Qingshan sneaked into the Vientiane City, with Guihai Lingzun sitting in the city, plus the sect's guarding mountain formation, even the Cthulhu would not escape death.
The only chance to see each other is probably only on the battlefield of Demon Realm.
And as far as she knows, the demons are retreating across the board, giving up large areas of territory, and countless monks of the Pure Land Sect have left the customs to purify the demons and regain lost lands. With such a retreat and one advance, there will be no more wars in a short period of time.
Anyway, this "big sister" didn't do it and did it, so instead of being afraid of wolves and tigers, it's better to let go of your hands and feet, use this identity to get the most resources, and cultivate as immortal as soon as possible. Then there will be a power to protect yourself when the disaster of heaven and earth comes, even if you hit Li Qingshan again, you can at least protect yourself, even a battle!
'No, forget it, I'd better stay away from him! '
The back of Li Qingshan facing the Demon God again appeared in Dai Mengfan's heart, and immediately dispelled the idea of fighting him.
The status of human beings and immortals is noble, which is not comparable to the evil gods. How can porcelain be hard against earthenware.
In short, no matter how fierce and evil Li Qingshan is, he looks like a tiger in a cage, and can't even hurt her hair.
Thinking about this, she gradually relieved her heart, and smiled triumphantly, and said disdainfully:
"Huh, I like being a demons!"
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In the Baicao Garden, Li Fengyuan returned to the bodhi tree, and Ruan Yaozhu had already left.
The red clouds burned out, and the sky was dark. There was no sound in the garden, and the wind blew the vegetation and rustled.
Before returning to the Dongfu, she expelled all the disciples in the garden so as not to be affected by her.
He could see that those disciples loved her very much, and many people knelt down and begged her not to do this. Almost all of them cried, as if they were parting. Others stared at themselves fiercely, full of hostility.
She also shed tears. However stubborn or dull, she has never been a person who can easily change her mind.
Li Fengyuan stroked the rough torso of the Bodhi tree and couldn't help but sigh. She was destined to suffer for this choice.
But in this world, she is not the only one who suffers? How heavy should the pain of the person she trusted and hoped for
"All beings are suffering!"
The stars are rising at sunset and the stars are shining. Li Fengyuan looked at the red star in the sky.
"Father, since you have made a choice, choose to bear the suffering of sentient beings, then let me help you!"
So he shook his robes, and then sat under the bodhi tree with his hands folded, his precious appearance was solemn.
Slowly closing his eyes, I saw layers of smoke flowing in front of my eyes, struggling to wave his wings.
Suddenly, the clouds see the sun, and at the end of the undulating sea of clouds, there is a rolling snow-capped mountain, and the highest peak is shaped like a lotus flower.
"The place where the lotus blooms." Li Fengyuan muttered to himself. It was not the first time he saw such a scene, but every time he saw it, he felt shocked.
The red sun rises in the east, shines through the sea of clouds, and hangs above the "lotus", dyeing the snow-capped mountains into a golden red, just like a golden lotus.
The "lotus flower" became more and more beautiful and colorful. With the changes of light and shadow, it seemed to be in full bloom all the time, releasing thousands of rays of glowing rays and thousands of colors, which was extremely bright and sacred.
This scene is no stranger to Li Qingshan, this is the "Spirit Mountain" that was overthrown by his own hands.
At this moment, I don't know why, and it stands still.
Li Fengyuan's wings flicked and broke through the air, leaving a long gully on the sea of clouds.
Coming to Lingshan, there is a magnificent palace on the top of the mountain, which is the famous Da Leiyin Temple on Lingshan.
The real name is "Nalanda Temple", which means "Shi Wuwei".
Li Fengyuan always prefers its real name-to give Dharma, to save sentient beings, and to never get tired of it.
Looking down from the clouds, people come and go in the temple, and many monks are walking in the meantime, some are meditating, some are talking about scriptures, and some are practicing magical powers. Either dynamic or static, it is a thriving scene, where there is a slight depression.
Li Fengyuan descended from the sky, walking slowly, stopping and listening to a passage of scripture, or admiring a mural seriously, gradually showing a peaceful smile on his face.
It's just that from a closer look, the appearance of these monks is different from ordinary monks. They are basically ascetic monks with bare feet, and they are very old-fashioned, and many still have long hair and beards. And no monk noticed the existence of Li Fengyuan, even if he looked at him, the line of sight would penetrate through him.
Boom-boom-boom!
Suddenly heavy footsteps came from behind him, and a dark shadow shrouded him.
Li Fengyuan did not dodge. A naked Vajra warrior wrapped in a skirt, carrying a huge wood that can only be hugged by dozens of people, passed through him, and strode towards the Daxiong Palace, which is not far away, which is under construction.
Like a phantom, or a dream. Here is the distant past, the origin of Nalanda Temple.
Li Fengyuan has been immersed in it over the years-studying primitive scriptures, practicing ancient magical powers, and comprehending the laws of meditation-and has gained endless enlightenment. The most important thing is to see the Nalanda Temple built on the deserted ice and snow.
Brick by tile, grass and wood, halls, bell towers, and pagodas. Everything that was eventually destroyed by Li Qingshan.
Li Fengyuan knew clearly that Lingshan had been overthrown, Nalanda Temple had been destroyed, and would never be rebuilt. So looking at everything here, I often feel sadness coming from it. It's like looking at a little baby, how to croak to the ground, how to cry, how to look at the world curiously, how to run, play, and learn... However, "he" was already dead, long before he was ruined.
All catastrophes reincarnate, become and live in the emptiness; the dust and sand of the universe are nothing else.
"It turns out that even the immortal Phoenix has a day when he gets old!"
As he thought, the scene in front of him gradually blurred. He suddenly realized that before he knew it, he was already in tears.