The three great gods, the floating world, and the Gu Xuan Su Ding, are lacking in this kind of human heart.

As we fought along the way, there were countless heroes at the entrance of Jiangnan Road, the heart of Xizi Lake, and many of them had their own ideas, and even their own persistence and state of mind.

Xia Guang fought against them with his human body. To some extent, isn’t it a collision of ideas?

Now, under the stimulation of the death of San Meng several times, he finally connected the most important wire.

He was extremely angry, so he wished to go to the nine heavens to kill gods and Buddhas and divide Bailuzhou into the middle.

It is extremely lonely, so I listen to the spring rain in the small building overnight, and every thread is a knife.

He is extremely desperate, so he has a great passion and says that he should be a hero in life and a hero in death.

at this time...

But it is extremely emotional.

Although it is still a little bit far from the word "Ji", under the thrust of this wonderful state of mind, the conditions for "human hearts and minds" have been achieved.

The third divine bead finally took shape and turned into a line of different thicknesses between the Futian Luo and Gu Xuan Su Ding.

One line and one heart.

Heaven, fate, heart.

Fang Yi merged and Xia Guang crazily improved his level. Just when he was talking to this monk Ye, although the so-called pseudo-mythological realm of martial arts obtained was not complete because of the incompleteness of the "human hearts" and perhaps only at the legendary level, it was the first time in the world that he had broken through the barrier as a human being!!

From now on, perhaps one more will be added in addition to the demon body, ghost energy, Buddha light, and Taoist savage.

Thoughts!

The strangeness of human hearts, the weakness and weakness, are like bubbles, but if we can still compete with each other under this vast and vast sky, and we have a certain fate, how can we say we are weak again?

The unknown technique at the eighty-nine levels made Xia Guang full of an indescribable and wonderful artistic conception at this time.

There is no powerful and immortal body, no yin energy that can be hidden in dreams, no light that purifies the world to subdue the demons, and no mysterious wind that unites with heaven and earth.

All I have is the mixed feelings in my heart, but it finally becomes pure and firm.

Under such strength, Xia Guang pointed the purple gold Zen Staff with one finger.

Monk Yiye had a solemn in his eyes and a pale face. He took a few steps back. From time to time, a brilliant Buddha light flashed across his hands, colliding with the purple gold Zen staff that flew backwards one after another, and then barely blocked it.

"What kind of martial arts are you?!" Even if you are a dignified Zen, you can't recognize this power at all.

He only felt that this kind of power was incredible.

But he was still as stable as a mountain. He just looked at the sky. The clouds began to surging abnormally at some point, and there seemed to be heavy thunder on it.

snort.

The Zen snorted coldly in his heart. This demon has repeatedly blasphemed the Buddha. If he doesn't kill him today, wouldn't he have come in vain? He thought that he would have used the power of "transcending the boundaries" again.

The golden giant Buddha's hand, like a substance, pushed forward with a loud bang, and countless chain-like scriptures quickly entangled.

"Amitabha!"

Monk Yiye's eyes were also full of golden light.

The power of vows from all directions adds more glory to this Buddha's hand.

Then he heard a low voice.

"After years, it must be a beautiful scenery, and there are thousands of styles, and who can I tell you about it?"

In the eyes of Zen, the mere mortal man took action, pointing at the huge Buddha's hand.

Buddha's hands are no longer making any progress!!

In another moment, the Buddha's hand collapsed into little gold powder.

The sky is shattered!

The finger did not stop, and as Xia Guang's body had fallen on the forehead of the ascetic monk at some time, "Next time, you will do it yourself."

An indifferent word came from the unknown Zen Na's ears, and then it popped out of the "container" of the ascetic monk.

And the monk Ye had already broken a blood hole on his head, and fell to the ground on his back, completely dead.

Xia Guang looked up at the sky, and the thunder slurry surging, as if it turned into a terrifying giant eye, swept across the earth coldly, and finally stared at the newly-dead ascetic monk and the third dream.

Rumble!!

The spring thunder suddenly rose, but the purple lightning did not fall. On the contrary, it ushered in a heavy rain.

In the spring rain.

The Great Zhou Shenwu King leaned down and bent down to pick up the world's most beautiful woman in the Pu family. He gently spread her hair on her face, and his figure was a little desolate, "I'll take you back to the capital to see the sunset."

Ice Po Xuanyu, which could prevent the body from rotting, was taken from Huangpu's family, and then carefully placed it in the mouth of the third dream, pushed open the lid of the golden coffin, and gently put her in it.

The left hand protected the coffin carried on his shoulder, and the right hand dragged it backwards and broke half of it, and there was a melted Fangtian Painting Ji. The Great Zhou Shenwu King looked up at the sky and turned directly to the north.

He actually wanted to hike back to the capital!

When he was leaving, he naturally did not dare to stay in this world. Huang Puxi and Huang Puba did not dare to say anything like "being buried in the land" and just looked at the tyrant who was extremely murderous and decisive.

"Last year, it was snowing heavily, eight thousand miles away, and you and me were with you, and today's the same."

Xia Guang carried the coffin, his body was like the wind, pulling out the afterimage, and soon left Jiangnan Road and headed north.

At midnight, he naturally pushed open the lid of the golden coffin in advance and hid it in the coffin, avoiding the world where he stopped and carefully sided to prevent it from squeezing into the third dream.

Then, midnight came, and a terrifying and suffocating atmosphere spread.

He was originally preparing to wait steadily until the end, but Xia Guang's pupils suddenly contracted because the third dream did not turn into a golden body, nor was it a dead bone that had become a dead object, but it disappeared.

It's completely gone!

Xia Guang reached out to touch it, but it was empty and there was no dust.

This shock is extraordinary.

Time stops, if a living person, it will become a golden body, if a dead person, it will remain the same. According to the current flow of time, it should be that hundreds of years have passed in the world and everything has become dust. However, even if it becomes dust, the body will not leave nothing, let alone the ice jade in her mouth.

Xia Guang was confused, if something went wrong, there would be a demon, so what was the problem?

At this moment, outside the coffin, a gray sparrow turned around and flew over with its wings, landed on the golden coffin, jumped with its claws, widened its beautiful bird's eyes and stared at the coffin under its feet, and then covered its mouth.

Why?

The teacher is here too.

Do you want to open the lid of the coffin and say hello to him?

The sparrow was a little hesitant. It disappeared since the teacher rode himself to have a big meal last time. It searched in various dimensions for a long time, but could not find the teacher's trace. It thought it should be in those extremely complicated dimensions of time and space.

That would be difficult to deal with. There are too many heavens in the low-dimensional world, and it is difficult to count. It is almost impossible to find a teacher.

It’s not like opening up a world, just let the passive white nightmare out to destroy the world.

fortunately...

Today I felt a little bit of the breath of my little believer, and then I found the teacher.

The sparrow turned her head curiously and looked at a fish-like existence that was so scared that it foamed at the mouth and was stuck in the middle of the coffin.

Why?

It is indeed a small fish in the dream dimension, but it is so weak. This kind of small fish is not even a believer of my little believer... believers are not qualified enough. They have no appetite after seeing it. They must have been brought by the teacher.

Teacher, I feel so unsavory.

I can't even pick up pets, it's so annoying.

If I were to raise at least one hundred-headed Kun? Although it is very weak, it at least has ornamental value. If you are tired of playing, you can still use bait to catch monkeys...

The sparrow hummed and murmured to herself, flew forward a little while on her wings, turned her head and stared at the "little fish" foaming at her mouth. After thinking about it, she carefully stretched out her beak and pecked.

Why?

There is a small strange way in the belly of this little fish, huh... it's not a strange way, it's the initial stage of a strange way, huh... With my knowledge stock, it seems to be called a ghost, but how can it be so weak?

The gray sparrow complained "ahee", but its body suddenly frozen.

This ghost has the cause and effect of the teacher.

The teacher is so fucking that there is cause and effect? ​​How did it do it? How did it get involved?

The sparrow's bird's eyes swayed.

No matter what, since there is a teacher’s cause and effect, I will put it aside first, so that you can also perform time and space positioning, hehehe...

With a whisper, the sparrow suddenly cut off the "little fish" and then carefully stored the figure curled up in it, which was like a doll, in one bite. In this abdomen, time and space remain silent and remain unchanged forever.

After thinking about it, the sparrow kicked the "little fish" away with one claw and flew away happily.

Xia Guang naturally didn't know that something like this happened at midnight today. He waited until the end of the day, but when the jade-carrying corpse appeared again, he breathed a sigh of relief.

King Shenwu pondered for a moment and decided to follow the process to resurrect the third dream. After all, it is said that the ghost is immortal and she can be resurrected from the dream by being dreamed of.

He quickly adjusted his breath and went to bed. As a master like him, he could only deliberately see any dream, so he soon saw the third dream, but there was no tear mole under his right eye of the third dream, and it was as false as a bubble.

When she woke up, the body was still there, and the third dream was not resurrected, or she was resurrected in a corner of the world. If she lived, she would probably come to contact herself soon.
To be continued...