Tian*Tian*Xiao*Say m. In the Mandala Horizontal Killing Array, the space is stretched infinitely for a while, and then compressed to the extreme. But what can you do? When Duan Minghui, who is proficient in space, stretches infinitely for space, he uses the magical power of heaven and earth to infinitely increase his body. When the space is compressed infinitely, he uses the magical power to reduce his body and make his body smaller than dust.

Seeing this, the 18 Arhats who presided over Mandala and the great shaking of the sand were commanded by the long-browed Arhat. The formation changed, not in one space, mainly planning rules, but used the seven, powerful, time laws to conduct and test Duan Minghui. This time, it hit Duan Minghui's weakness. Duan Minghui had already mastered the laws of space very well, but was much weaker in the law of time. Under the influence of the great shock of Mandala and the laws of space, his body flowed backwards in the long river of history, stretching constantly, and finally couldn't resist it. He was sent to the top of the long river of time for an extremely long time, that is, when he had not yet obtained the magical power of time.

Dad’s meat buns are so delicious, I want to eat them tomorrow morning. My son Xuanxuan said to Duan Minghui vaguely while eating meat buns.

OK, I will buy you meat buns tomorrow morning. Duan Minghui said casually, but he always felt dizzy in his mind, and some things seemed to be very important and forgotten, but he tried hard to think about them, but why can't he remember them again?

Dad, I want to drink porridge. His son Xuanxuan's cry interrupted his thoughts. He got up and served porridge for his son.

The place where the cooking was cooked was a few asbestos tiles and the stove was fired. Beijing was so varnished, it was black. The pot was floating at night, and the second sister-in-law went out to the streets, followed by thick dirt. Zhang Minghui, ah, opened the pot and found that it was made of corn porridge, and it was also made of mud. It was a dominant smell. Zhang Minghui used a spoon and bite the corn porridge on it carefully. He put a bowl of corn porridge for his son, and then, um, through the yard of the yellow earth, came to Tanggu, ah, put it in front of his son. The father and son were together, quite old, eating on the table, ah, in addition to two bowls of porridge, there was also a small plate with a few pickles in it. His son Xuanxuan was eating in big mouthfuls, and the last one in his hand was a meat bun, with a look of satisfaction.

Looking at his son's face, feeling happy and satisfied, Duan Minghui couldn't help feeling sad. Other children looked west. No one of his sons, who was as old as a child, was treated as a little treasure by his parents, and the little princess came to take care of her. But only for his son to follow him, the father was suffering.

Dad, where did mom go? When will I come back? My son was full, put down his bowl, and asked Duan Minghui sadly for a year.

Climbing, like a tight string in my heart, broke. A feeling of sorrow surged into my heart.

He is dead, don't mention him again in the future. Duan Minghui was angry and said to his son, "Son cried out in a flash. Mom is not dead, mom is not dead, I want mom, I want mom.

Well, Duan Minghui scolded him sternly, but his son was not obedient. The man cried loudly, asking his mother, Minghui was angry. He fell to the ground with a loud bang, and this was frightened, and he didn't dare to say anything anymore. His face was red and the unemployed seemed extremely aggrieved.

Looking at his son's aggrieved look, his dilapidated family. An unsuppressible resentment and depression were nurtured in Duan Minghuixun's heart, like a big stone, which made him breathless.

What's the point of living like this? It's better to die. A thought lingered in Duan Minghui's heart. He pushed open the door and walked out, and went to the yard, in the corner, next to the well. He looked at the black wellhead and moved forward little by little.

Jump down, jump down, just jump, you will be completely eliminated, and you will no longer have to suffer the suffering in this world. Then, with a thought, this voice tempted Duan Minghui's ear.

Yes, life is too hard. My parents died one after another, my family was barely abandoned, and my wife also left her husband and son and ran away. She was working for others in the factory in an empty nest. When she returned home, she was both a father and a mother. Life was completely invisible, and her thoughts and hopes. What's the point of living like this? It's better to die and be wasted. Duan Minghui thought about it in his heart, and his steps were moving towards the wellhead little by little.

The water in the well shook, reflected the Yin, the sunshine in the sky. Duan Minghui's eyes were shaking, and there were some words. He, because he instinctively closed his eyes, seemed to remember something. Fang Zhulin, small paths, lakes and lakes, he teased and teased the waves, and showed off with Xiao Feng and his wife? On the nearby sea, he was riding on a water dragon, staying in the east evil Huang Yaoshi, soaring, between the sea and the sky.

How could such a strange scene appear in my mind? Duan Minghui felt confused. He didn't know why, but such scenes appeared in his mind without warning. These scenes were surprisingly, friendly and familiar, as if they had experienced them personally.

Hei, it turned out that he was already crazy. No wonder his ex-wife left him. Well, she said to herself mockingly, and she was already standing on the edge of the well. As long as she moved forward, she fell directly into the well, and everything would be over.

Haha, that was a seabird, and its purple-black mouth, red-red mouth, hehe, colorful wings. On the bridge by the river, Zhao Minghui said to a familiar beautiful woman? The woman was so warm and warm. The only thing on her was that they were like a young couple in love, but who was this woman? What was her name? He couldn't remember it any longer.

A burst of waves, Xinzhen, his bright bright face, was shocked, and the picture in front of him changed again, but a few girls in bikini surrounded him, taking a bath, and the waves in the sea bit her.

Brother Duan, come here to have fun together. A girl laughed at him who looked very classic and oriental.

Junior brother, come over and apply sunscreen to me. Another bikini girl lying on the beach chair, waved to him.

Uncle, no one looks so strange. The white skin and blue eyes are very similar to us. A girl, who looks very young, ran to Duan Minghui and said to him. Who is he? Duan Minghui looked at him, yes, um. These people seem to be very familiar, but he can't remember who is his Taoist sect? What's wrong with him? Do you really have imagination?

Duan Minghui covered his head and thought in pain.

Don't hesitate, jump down, just take another small step forward, and all doubts and pain will be over. The sound of jumping into the well with her before sounded in his ears again. Zhao Minghui couldn't help but stand up and took his left leg. Now one of his legs has flown into the air. As long as the center of gravity is at one night, his whole body will fall into the deep well.

See Lord Holy Father. Suddenly, a grand voice rang out to Duan Ming in Duan Minghui's ears, just like 10,000 people bowed to her and worshipped.

Lord Holy Father, are you calling me? Why do they call me a winner? Did they all recognize the wrong person? Duan Minghui thought in confusion.

Thanks to Songming County, in Xiangyang, hundreds of thousands of people were killed. Well, in front of me, there were countless people wearing ancient costumes who knelt down to him and praised him.

Songming County, who is this? They kowtowed to me? Could it be that I am Minghui, who failed to succeed in Songming County, and he was even more confused. He always felt that he had forgotten something very important, but he couldn't remember what he had forgotten.

When it is true, it is true and it is false. When it is true and it is false, it is false and it is true. Ci'er wakes up quickly. An old man suddenly appears in front of Duan Minghui. The whisk in his hand faces Duan. Minghui waves his face. Duan Minghui suddenly has countless information integrated into his heart, and he remembers everything. He is no longer the lower-level little person who used to be, struggling desperately in real life. He is the Songming Immortal who saved hundreds of thousands of people in Xiangyang City. He is the second leader of the Shenlong Sect in the world of garbage. He is the second leader of the Shenlong Sect in Citi Kingdom. He is the zombie who has a date with the zombie, Ma Xiaolin's junior brother. She is the legend of the new White Snake, the young man from Baohetang in the world. He has dealt with the world of the world of Avatar. He has also disrupted the world in the world of superpowers. He represents God in the world of cultivation.

The king, with the invading world, the sound of machines, the sound of chickens, the battle of forests, he severely punished the demon clan that led the entire human race to attack nursery rhyme in the prehistoric world, and fought to the death. He remembered everything, and he remembered that he was tied to Mandala Hengshapa Town by the eighteen arhats in Journey to the West, and everything he saw before was said to be fantasy, but in fact it could be considered real. If it was not his new teacher, the leader of Tongtian, in the incarnation of this world, that is, the Bodhi Patriarch, to awaken him with his last power, then all of this would become real. At the end of the long river of time, he did not obtain the magical powers of traveling through different worlds. Everything he had experienced before would have turned a big insertion in the long river of time, and nothing had been born.

After thinking through the thrilling danger he encountered before, Duan Minghui couldn't help but sweat. He really didn't expect that the Mandala Horizontal Killing Array had such great power, which could actually reverse time and space and change the long river of history. If this time, without the help of Master Bodhi, then all the sufferings and practices he had experienced before would be gone. This time, it could be said that he was evil and had encountered since he obtained the magical powers. Thinking that he almost completely disappeared from his life and death, Duan Minghui couldn't help but feel furious. He, well, wasn't he not scruples about anything, luck, his most powerful magical power, turned into an invisible mountain, and went directly to Caobu Town, No. 12, Mandala Horizontal Sand, and the injection house. This luck technique is said to be a spell, but in fact, it can also be called

The magical power, or it is called barbaric, well. The helpless fighting method is because Duan Linhui directly turns the merits of heaven and earth, incense and Xinyang, into substance, and directly fights against the other party. If the other party's merits, merits of heaven and earth, incense and faith are stronger than him, then he will be defeated, and may even die. But if the other party knows that the merit box of heaven and earth or Xinyang is not as good as him? He will be restrained by his magical powers at all times. No matter how strong other magical powers are, as long as the merits of heaven and earth are not as fragrant as him, and the reactive oxygen species are not as good as him, then he will still be defeated. This is like a master with extremely strong internal skills, playing a rogue, no matter how smart the opponent's moves are, saves the means and saves the means, and directly, compared with the other mayor, to fight the deeper internal strength. This is indeed much more dangerous, but it is also barbaric and effective, and directly.

As the Buddhist Dharma Protector Golden Arhat. What is more, the merits of heaven and earth and the faith of incense are greater than Duan Minghui? If we look at the time of practicing Taoism between the two sides, they are undoubtedly the Eighteen Arhats, and they have to have the advantage. But in fact, after all, they have been practicing Taoism for thousands of years for the least. If Duan Minghui does not count, the time he practiced recently was listening to Fangcun Mountain and Lingtai Fangcun Mountain, which was the ten thousand years of retreat that he spent in the small thousand worlds, then the entire ten days of cultivation would only be only two or three hundred years. Compared with the Eighteen Arhats, it is indeed far inferior. Moreover, because the Eighteen Arhats are the Dharma Protectors of Buddhism, they are all over the merit enterprises, and they are all over the countless, well, the Middle Thousand Worlds and the Small Thousand Worlds. There are many believers, and there are naturally many incense beliefs, and they are also the Dharma Protectors of Buddhism.

It is also considered to be due to the merits of heaven and earth. So Duan Minghui actually tried to compete with them, the merits of heaven and earth and the belief in incense. Therefore, the Eighteen Arhats didn't care at first, and even thought that he was desperate and thought about it. But the next scene surprised the Eighteen Arhats. They were shrouded in their bodies and said that they were condensed, character, merit golden wheel, and the other ones were gathered. Gong Dequan and Duan Minghui said that the mountain condensed by Xinyang was suddenly smashed into pieces. The shattered merits of them were absorbed by Duan Minghui, internal strength, and the mountains of Dexinyang. The total number of these Eighteen Arhats was not as high as Duan Minghui. How could the Eighteen Arhats screamed, but they couldn't believe such a fact.

The merit box of heaven and earth or Xinyang is an extremely important thing for Buddhists. The purpose of their cultivation is to condense more merits and incense beliefs. Only by gathering enough heaven and earth, merits and incense, and faith in them can they have the possibility of becoming a Buddha. The merits of heaven and earth are rare, and incense beliefs are also difficult to collect, but they never expected that according to Duan Minghui, this nameless junior now has such a huge merits and incense beliefs, which are not even comparable to those of the eighteen Arhats. How is this possible?
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