Dragon-Marked War God

In the void, a road of thunder surged, the surrounding heavens and the earth, the Buddha became shaken, the wind and sand swept by, in the illusion of the Great Thunder Temple, all at this moment, the wind became cloudy.

Three years, quietly, three years, Lingshan silence.

Above the sky, the magic is terrible, the sandstone flies, the clouds are everywhere, the thunder resonates, and the sky growls.

“How did this happen? Is there something going on over this void? ”

Some muttered that the eyes were full of horror.

“It's hard to say if this thunderous temple environment is going to be destroyed? I'm afraid we won't be here long. ”

Everyone's heart is filled with anxiety, but their task has never been fulfilled, otherwise who wants to stay in this dangerous place?

“Let me say that in the illusion of this great thunderous temple, something big is going to happen. The dramatic transformation of the sky is a sign of great ferocity. ”

“It is hard to say that Yan Lingshan is at the foot of the Buddha Gate. Even if the Buddha realm is destroyed once, the whole of the West Pole Shenzhou region is still dominated by the Buddha Gate. In the illusion of this great thunderous temple, there is such a strange shady weather, it should not be true. ”

How can it not be shocking that countless people are looking up at the sky in the illusion of the Great Thunder Monastery?

No one knows what is happening under this strange weather.

The top of the magic, gathered into columns, clouds of mist, and chaos.

A long-haired man with black lotus on his feet, dressed in black, holding a thunder in his hand and a black lotus in his hand.

“How many years, how many years, I'm finally back...”

The long-haired man said faintly, his eyes filled with endless softness and indifference, and his appearance was as if he had complied with the will of God.

Through a layer of black cloud fog, the long-haired man's eyes were torched and the black light poured directly at the foot of Yanling Mountain.

Throughout the illusion of the Great Thunder Monastery, all the ancient temples slowly turned into flying ash at this moment, not knowing if they were blown out by the wind and sand or eroded by the ages.

“How long will it take you to wake up? ”

Qing Xuan looked at the ancient palace, turning his back to his rulers and monks, muttered, his heart had nothing but worry. Haven't changed a bit in years, the Buddha and Shan lit the green light of ancient Buddha, printed the pharmacist Lingquan of the pharmacist Glass Buddha, now Qingxuan, there is no way, she can only wait silently, hope that the Buddha and Shan can wake up early.

For some time now, her whole heart has been pounded on the bully and the monk. On several occasions, she died in danger. She has no regrets. She only expects the bully and the monk to wake up early.

She doesn't care if he's a reborn Buddha or a demon, as long as he lives well, better than anything. Those guys, doing everything in their power to kill the bully and the monk, to take the Township tablet in his hand, every time, is in extinction, if there is no river dust, maybe they have died several times, but now, the emergence of river dust, gives the bully and the monk greater confidence and hope.

But is Jiang Dun really alive? She doesn't know that if Jiang Dun dies, maybe the Buddha and Sang will really go crazy.

In a broken palace, a man in a monk's robe, his palms slowly creeping, creating one obscure Buddha after another, beside him a peaceful color, surrounded by thunderstorms, momentary arrival, distant winds and clouds, converged, but for him, none had any effect.

Those in the ancient palace, who were hegemonic and monks, sat firmly on the futon, and the palace in front of them became the last refuge, because all the palaces, all of them, were extinguished with ash and smoke, and only this house, where the hegemonic and still lived, still existed.

“One flower, one world, one leaf, spring flowers from green, autumn to leaves floating zero, infinite ease of mind, silent body nature. ”

The ruler and Sang muttered, slowly opening his eyes. At that moment, the ancient temple around him was finally turned into flying sand and disappeared around the ruler and Sang. It was for him that the Buddha was born and destroyed.

At the moment when the bully and Sang raised their heads, he seemed to see from the void many shadows that made him more familiar, more familiar beliefs.

The eyes of the ruler and the monk fluttered slightly, saying faintly:

“The selfless, the Goku, the uncomfortable, take their place in heaven, without heart, without success, without Buddha, with their age, without age, without shelter, without turmoil, without life and death. If you come, you will be relieved. ”

On the cloud fog, the black lotus spins, the days roll over, the long-haired man laughs three times, full of pride.

“Hahahaha, what a good one to come, then Anzi, flowers flowing from zero water flow, I am not the devil to seek! ”

“If everything is too exhaustive, the fortune will surely come at the earliest opportunity, and everything will be numbered and robbed, why should you confine yourself to it? ”

The dominator and Sang faintly said.

“Then I want you to break all the pieces, and I want you to fall back forever. Why don't you? ”

Long-haired men cross the sky, opposite the dominator and the monk, with four eyes.

“The Buddha said, 'I will not go to hell, and whoever goes to hell, I will not return by hand, and whoever goes back by hand. ”

The ruler and the monk said.

“Ha, ha, ha, ha! I'm afraid you're not qualified. Take turns! ”

The long-haired man laughed proudly, his eyes so cold that he could see no one, but he could see himself in the void.

The ruler and Sang looked up and shook his head helplessly with a sigh of colour.

“Amitabha Buddha, who can become a Buddha if he is greedy, angry, sad, and jealous? ”

The ruler and Sang muttered, however, at this moment, the infinite magic on the void, swept through the sky, turned into a huge black dragon, dragon bark array, dragon eyes like fire, dragon claws, hundreds of millions of demonic vapors converged, crushed down, the void crumbled, the heaven collapsed, the whole Great Thunder Temple fantasy, seemed to be at this moment, rocking.

“Monk! Go!!! ”

Qingxuan eyes split, shouted, but was struck by endless black dragon, between the heavens and the earth, everything swayed, dragons swept tiger, the heavens ravaged.

The tyrant sat firmly on the earth with his eyes closed and his mouth muttered.

“Those who give birth to me in the heavens and those who give me sustenance on the earth are for the way; and those who join me in the heavens and those who understand the earth in their hearts are for the heart of the Buddha. The Spirit of Mount Ling, turned into an apocalypse, the summit of Puji, the White Lotus was born. ”

The ruler and Sang whispered without joy and sorrow. At that moment, the land of the Spirit Mountain under his feet was filled with golden light, his head topped with colorful glass, nine colors of gold lotus, released and shining.

“Lingshan Apocalypse, the Nine Lotus Gathering, you are finally back. ”

The long-haired man said indifferently, with a hint of anger in his eyes, tens of millions of black dragons, under the illusion of colorful glass, instantly dispersed, the sky above the illusion of the Great Thunder Temple, also restored clarity and light again!