Everlasting Immortal Firmament

The ancient sea made Chen sing songs for the restraint of Bodhisattva.

The monks are still unknown, so the ancient sea won't intervene this time? Just let Chen sing? He's just singing "Sorrow" at best, right? Guhai took the initiative to lose?

The monks don't know yet, so, at last, there are people who know how to walk.

In the morning wind, O'Shun, they all changed their faces and suddenly remembered the powerful voice of Chen Song. Early in the morning, the wind was bleeding with seven tricks.

If Chen hadn't used "Sadness" against "Du Zheng" before, and sang directly to himself, all the Lohans would have defeated already, provided, of course, that Chen hadn't been killed!

Not only the morning breeze, halfway up the airship, the dragon god Wu, Sima Changkong and a group of generals, all face stiff.

Because people have heard Chen sing, and that song, like a demonic voice, still echoes in their minds. Let this demon sing? Sima Changkong and others, for some reason, couldn't help but tremble in their hearts.

“Uh, Uncle, what's with the look on your faces? Then Chen is going to sing, aren't you going to lose?” Dragon's arrogance frowned.

Dragon god Wu, Sima Chang Sky, and all the generals turned their heads and looked oddly at Dragon Pride.

“Is there a problem?” The dragon's arrogance is slight.

The crowd shook their heads and turned their heads strangely, looking towards the center of the field.

“Ancient Sea, let's go!” From afar the Bodhisattva walked to the centre of the square, behind them one by one.

“I sing to him?” Chen Weiwei.

“Nice, the word of the Holy Spirit, let you fight, that is, no one is allowed to use force, don't worry about your life!” The ancient sea nodded.

“Huh, Guhai, you still want to slander me to wait? We won't interfere!” Not far away, Purple Bamboo Bodhisattva coughed up blood and snorted cold.

Guhai glanced coldly and ignored it. I did not say that you were sneaking up on Chen, but worried that irrelevant people would come up and kill Chen.

“Mr. Gu, let's set a sound barrier!” Dragon Shenwu looked at Chen and said.

“Fine!” The ancient sea nodded.

“Master, isn't my song too cheap for him?” Chen looked reluctantly at the restraint of Bodhisattva.

“What do you want?” The eyes of the ancient sea glared.

“All right, all right, forget it, cheap him! Oh, and by the way, I brought Jung-Ming, and he loved my song!” Chen said immediately.

The ancient sea looked at the little beggar curled to the ground and nodded silently.

Chen clamped the little beggar to the center of the square, and all around her eyes widened.

At this moment, the people have stood by the ancient sea, watching coldly to stop Buddha from playing scoundrel.

“Guhai, are you sure you don't want to pass on the new song?” Behind Bodhisattva, he spoke for himself.

“Chen against you, enough!” The ancient sea smiled coldly.

“Well, in that case, let's do it!” The spokesperson for the restraint of Bodhisattva said.

After that, restrain Bodhisattva from sitting on his knees with his hands together. Sitting down, the surrounding area emitted a glimmer of gold, and above the golden light, it seemed to gather a small statue of Buddha. The idols of Buddha surrounded the ringing of Buddha, as if they were singing some kind of Buddha.

“Shut up and don't move, it's already started, Chen, be careful!” O'Shun exclaimed.

“It's okay, I'm going to sing!” Chen shouted.

“Sound barrier!” As the morning breezes down, he warns.

“Oh, I almost forgot!” Chen Tan waved.

“Buzz!”

A sound barrier will wrap Chen, the little beggar, and the restraining bodhisattva.

The monks looked gloomy: "Huh, it's just a celestial singing, is it that precious? Let's hear it and don't want to? ”

The ringing bodhisattva sitting on his knees revealed a slight smile. No matter how powerful your guitar is, I am as strong as a mountain. Nobody can influence me, huh.

Shut up and do not move Zen, the Buddha sounds surround the ring bodhisattva, like a group of Buddhist blessings, the law is not invasive.

“Chen said it!” The morning breeze opened its eyes and shouted.

But he saw that in the junction of the sound barrier, Chen quickly entered the state and suddenly opened his mouth and spit out the "little radish".

Together, the songs are just ordinary songs. There are no illusions of the kind that the idols come out of. There are no fighters, no Kansai bodhisattva, no seven-colored lotus flowers, just ordinary songs.

“That's it? Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha.” Purple bamboo bodhisattva excited.

But this song sounded, and suddenly the ringing bodhisattva sitting on the opposite knee suddenly froze. Left and right eyes, up and down, the corner of the mouth suddenly unwittingly pulled.

What's that?

During the restraint of Bodhisattva, the back arch, such as near the great enemy, hands together ten, a little cold sweat appeared on the forehead to carry the silent Zen to its maximum.

As Chen sang, he gradually invested, and this song was heard by the righteous in pain. Zheng Faming is relieving the pain, as if this song can relieve the pain of Zheng Faming.

Slowly, Zhengfang was awake, stood up and looked at Chen.

Chen Chen saw Zheng Faming wake up, his eyes lit up, and he sang harder.

“Pfft, pfft, pfft! ”

Zhengfa seemed to clap his hands with great joy. In that way, it seemed like a singing song with great joy. It was incredibly intoxicating, incredibly joyful, constantly clapping. In excitement, it seemed like a fanatic fan of stars on the ancient sea's Earth.

“This is obvious, it has a unique taste, that way...!” The morning breeze was stunned.

Not only the morning breeze, but Dragon God Wu was also stunned, Sima Chang Sky and the generals on the ships were also stunned.

“How much does it weigh?” The ancient sea was also stunned.

“No wonder Chen tried his life to protect Zheng Faming. In this way, Chen wants to sing in tears!” O'Shun was also stunned.

He clapped his hands with joy and excitement. This scene, in the eyes of the outside world, gradually nodded.

“Sure, although there is no such thing as a devil of the piano, it should be very good at singing Chen! ”

“The little beggar clapped his hands, obviously very nice! ”

“Unfortunately, King Shenwu won't let us hear it. I want to hear it too. What a shame! ”

“Yeah, too bad! ”

“Such a beautiful song, cheap to stop bodhisattva! ”

“Yeah, cheap him up! ”

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The people were deeply saddened.

Nice song? That does not affect the restraint of bodhisattva. The monks show their confidence and are finished.

Little beggars keep clapping their hands, let Chen time song big hair, singing more and more exciting.

All monks laugh, but no one understands what it's like to refrain from bodhisattva at this moment.

“What the hell? What the hell is that? Deaf my ear! ”

“Wicked, wicked, this must be the Buddha's test for me! ”

“I have silent meditation, eight winds do not move, I do not move, I can resist! ”

“It can't affect me, it can't affect me! ”

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The song kept pouring into the ears of the bodhisattva, as the body was constantly hypnotized. Shivering, chills, nausea, collapse. You're completely foolish at this moment, aren't you?

Especially when the little beggar clapped his hands and chased the stars like crazy, it made the refraining bodhisattva eggs hurt, both hurt.

From the sound of the song, it's bad for the whole of us to stop bodhisattva.

At this moment, the only thing to stop Buddha from doing is to immediately seal Chen's mouth, which sings out a desperate mouth.

However, to stop Bodhisattva from doing it, everyone is watching this fight. Even the future Buddha and the Great Gang Emperor are watching their fight. Can they use force themselves? Don't say anything about using force against Chen. If you do anything, the Great Dry Emperor can destroy himself instantly.

That's terrible! It is hard to hear that the Buddha has a dying urge.

“Buzz!”

Ring Bodhisattva to seal off his hearing, but, useless, even if his hearing is sealed, it seems that the song is still singing in the depths of his soul, even if he sings badly, even if he doesn't sing well? Still breaking your throat? Are you a celestial piano? You're a monster, aren't you?

Can't stop it? Couldn't stop his voice?

How did that happen?

At this moment, it is only by refraining from the idiotic look of Buddha that Buddha feels the horror of those in front of him. Songs can be so ugly, it's also a reality.

Stop singing!

He stopped Buddha from looking at Chen. At the same time, he seemed like he was about to cry.

“Look, stop the look on Buddha's face, he's mocking Chen!” A monk is excited.

The sound barrier is not separated, but the outside voice can be heard by the inside.

That's ridiculous. I'm going nuts! Which idiot interpreted my expression as ridiculous?

Ring that collapse to constipation expression, without the support of the little beggar, surely everyone thought that it was painful, but the little beggar's applause appearance, obviously shouldn't be painful, can only understand to ring Bodhisattva's contempt for Chen.

Only Ancient Sea, Morning Wind, Ohsun, Dragon Shen Wu and others know the specific situation.

“It's a great will to stop bodhisattva!” The dragon god martial arts followed by a general sighed.

“Big will asshole, squeeze your eyebrows, it's not good at first glance!” The dragon's arrogance is unknown, so it reveals a hint of disdain.

“Ugh!" The generals were slightly stunned, but did not refute, and only they knew about it.

But the people around them couldn't watch.

“The Holy Land of Mount Ling is disgusting. What's so proud of Buddha? Eyebrow squeeze! ”

“Hmm, look how happy the little beggar is listening. Chen must sing wonderfully, but what is it that makes Buddha so proud? If you can't hurt him, squeeze your eyebrows and mock Chen? ”

“I used to have a lot of respect for the Holy Land of Mount Ling, turns out it's all this kind of stuff! ”

“Deser what? Mr. Gu didn't pass the song on to Chen, do you need this derogatory attitude? ”

“Oh, what a sanctuary! ”

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The people around them looked disdainful.

Heavenly City, inside a palace.

“Shut up and don't meditate? Doesn't this ring seem like a good idea? I remember the Buddha now. He kept his mouth shut and did not move like a mountain. This ring was his disciple. He fought with Chen, but squeezed his eyebrows, so rude!” The voice of the Great Dry Saint faded.

“Perhaps you're upset!” The future Buddha sighs slightly.

“Irritable? I see him happy, he doesn't meditate, he practises mindfulness, that's all, huh!” The Great Dry Saint faded away.

“Without meditation, there is no secret to my spiritual mountain sanctuary. Is that all? Ringing is just a momentary breakdown, that cheating song has no effect on him, be proud for a moment!” The future Buddha's inexplicable defense.

“Without secrets? So how come the seven tricks are bleeding? Oh!” The Great Dry Emperor smiled softly.

“Huh?” The future Buddha's consciousness turned around.

Sure enough, the disc knee sits in front of Chen to stop Bodhisattva, at this moment two lines of blood tears in his eyes, mouth spitting blood foam, in bitter perseverance.

If you give up, you will lose completely. You must persevere and persevere.