Long Live The Emperor!

Chapter 370 90. May the souls of the dead rest in peace (second more)

On the desert island, twenty-four large beads with five colors of light linger endlessly.

The man wrapped in it looked calm, his aura became deeper and deeper, revealing a strong ancient desolation. If anyone looked at him, he would only feel that he was reading a heavy history book.

He is history.

He has gone through the cycle of eternity in the endless spiritual river.

Although these reincarnation worlds do not exist, they cannot be said to be false, because these worlds were constructed by the Buddha for hundreds of millions of years.

The Buddha's world records the real life of the common people, and to some extent it is no longer different from the real world.

Over the past ten thousand years, he has seen too many things and also searched for too many things.

Every time, it is a dream, and suddenly wakes up.

But he was not surprised. Instead, he rushed to the next life calmly, washing his memory, experiencing life and death, parting, joy, anger, sorrow, and calamity attached to ordinary people.

For ten thousand lives, millions of years, he stepped on the vast river of time, step by step, step by step, going through all kinds of worlds, watching the vicissitudes of life, watching the changes of the world, and suffering from the world.

Along the way

Dreams are no longer dreams.

To wake up is not to wake up.

Those closed eyes opened slowly, and what was hidden in them was extremely calm and gentle.

At this moment, he recalled who he was, and all the remaining violence in his heart disappeared, just because after eternity, his black hair turned white naturally, and a silver thread fell on his shoulders.

Xia Ji stood up.

The whole world seemed to tremble, and it seemed that an unprecedented wave of heaven and earth was about to be brewed because of this powerful force.

Xia Ji shook his head, so the vision disappeared before it even started.

"But the unknown, why should such a big move?"

He looked peaceful, with a warm smile, raised his hand to put away Ding Haizhu, and changed into an ordinary robe.

As a mortal for all ages, this linen cloth is still comfortable to wear.

He **** his silver hair at random, turned his head and looked around, there was no boat in the vast sea.

He sighed helplessly, and then stepped on the waves, and he disappeared as he flicked.

People like him would not be tired long ago, and would no longer use bigudan to put an end to hunger, but when he saw the sun rising, he still stopped.

Get used to eating something at noon.

So he sat on the sea, took some spirit fruits from the storage space and began to eat.

What's amazing is that the fish on the bottom of the sea is not afraid of him at all, and even attracted by him, but swims towards him and swims around him.

The silver-haired man crushed a spirit fruit and sprinkled hundreds of crushed grains evenly.

When the crumbs fall into the water, the fish are competing for food.

The silver-haired man fell down comfortably, squinted his eyes and said under the chaotic sun, "This weather is really good."

After the fish had finished eating the Lingguo, they still wanted to eat it, so they circled him one by one, leaping high from the sea with a string of crystal-clear beads, patted their tails.

The silver-haired man seemed to be irritated by these fishes, so he looked up at the sky and said, "The spirit fruit is gone. Why don't I tell you something."

The fishes seemed to be able to understand what he was saying, so they stopped moving, cleverly "moving the small bench", ready to listen.

The silver-haired man thought for a while and said: "Dao is Tao, very Tao, famous, very famous"

He exuded a fragrant purple scent, and the sea below him became calmer.

And if you look at it from a distance, you can see him lying under the ground and the sea, and I don’t know when it was actually densely packed with fish, hundreds of thousands or millions, listening to what he said. .

Suddenly, the silver man felt something in his heart, his expression changed, he stopped talking and said, "It's all gone."

The fish are reluctant

He said again: "Flee away."

Talk about it

He sat cross-legged again, with his left hand hanging down, his five fingers naturally stretched toward the sky, and his right five fingers were calmly opened and pushed out.

This is the seal of fearlessness.

When the Buddha met a tiger in a barren mountain with a mortal body, he applied this seal to see the light in his heart.

Today, he also sees "Big Tiger".

The fishes finally arrived in horror, and they swam quickly to all directions, and they were all in a flash.

The silver-haired man raised his head to the sky, with compassion on his face, and asked, "Why rest in peace?"

His voice may have only transmitted a distance of tens of meters, but its meaning has been transmitted thousands of light years away.

The light-year-long Kuroshio, like a magic dragon with closed eyes holding a scattered tail, his eyes moved slightly, as if he felt that there is such a little guy in the world, and this little guy seems to be very special. Have a connection with yourself.

What's more special is that such a little guy is still asking himself "Why rest in peace".

The "Devil Dragon" was speechless, but his left pupil, which had drawn everything in darkness, slowly opened and cast thousands of light years away, looking at the little man in the world.

Then, the left pupil suddenly began to move, emitting a deep breath of resentment, turning into an indescribable and indescribable "thing", disappearing from the lower dimension of space, as if climbing into another dimension.

Xia Ji felt something. He closed his eyes calmly, and he could not bear to move like the earth, and his quiet thoughts were as dense as hidden. His lips moved, and he chanted: "All sentient beings who have not been liberated have no definite nature. The bad habits are over. The result of good practice. For the good and the evil, born by the realm. Rotating the five realms, no rest for the time being. Moving through the dust. Confused and difficult."

"Failed!"

"How could this happen? Obviously, I have worked very hard and I have done my best. Why, why is this the end?"

"Don't ask, run away, run away, as far as possible."

Whoosh whoosh! !

Flying swords all over the sky, rising in the air, the fleeing figure swept towards the land further north, panicking like a dog in the house.

The large formation scattered under Cangxuan Mountain had been shattered.

Ying Xiao led the army of Wraith Spirits, had already broken through the formation, and started chasing and killing these casual cultivators just like before.

Bai Xiaoye doesn't want to go

However, her brother told her to leave, because she knew a lot of secrets, and people from the casual cultivator camp would follow her, otherwise they would lose their backbone and become a mess.

And the elder brother himself, after experiencing countless fights, is now covered in blood, but he sits back to the center of the profound formation, raises his hand, flexes his fingers, and uses his own surplus strength, as well as the surplus of the profound formation, draws his sword, and draws his sword. , Cut out a mournful sword light.

This sword blocked a lot of resentful spirit monks.

Bai Xiaoye gritted her teeth, her cheeks were already full of tears, she must not let her brother down

Feijian broke through the air and headed north.

In the north, there is the last refuge for the monks of the Yanzhou human race.

As for the church of death, the first pope was still refining the stars on the top of the mountain, while inside, the whole child fell into the "isolation of lies".

The Pope today doesn't even know about this great change.

(End of this chapter)