Prehistoric, enlightened from the young Hongjun

Chapter 75 The idea of ​​quasi-mention, the artistic conception of heaven and earth (seeking the first order, the second update)
"Three thousand big dreams, thoughts like heaven and earth"

On Mount Sumeru, Rahu looked at the bodhi tree that was not trembling in his palm, but his eyes fell on the withered yellow bitter bamboo under Zhunti's protection.

"Jieyin, Jieying, you are worthy of being a good apprentice of this seat.

As a teacher, I want to see how your way of thinking will be different when you describe the sentient beings in the West. "

In this pondering, Luo Hu's gaze was full of anticipation.

Because of the appearance of this anticipation, in his mind, he couldn't help recalling Hongjun's infinite heart, recalling Sanqing who was opposite to him when he was in Buzhou Shenshan in the past.

Although the Dao at this moment has just taken shape, it is not as good as Hongjun's infinite heart.

However, the sympathy that depicts sentient beings and their thoughts are like heaven and earth, although it is slightly inferior to Sanqing, it has a promising future.

Because, Jieyin understands what reading is.

On the contrary, although Zhunti practiced bitterly for a Yuanhui, he was still only a strong body, and in terms of the practice of Nian, he was simply a mess.

Thinking of this, Luo Hu frowned, and immediately slapped the golden Zhunti again from the air.

Boom!

In this palm, Zhunti, who exuded infinite golden light, trembled all over his body.

But amidst this tremor, mixed with the muffled groan, the scattered golden light of Bodhi once again returned to its original state.

"what?"

Seeing this scene, Luo Hu's eyes moved.

Seeing Zhunti's golden light, under the life-and-death crisis, instead of protecting himself instinctively, it focused on the place where he was being guided.

Boom!

As if to prove something, Luo Hu stretched out his finger at this moment.

There was a touch of bright red on the fingertips, and the strong killing spirit lingered and turned into a long sword.

The point of the sword's edge seems to be withered, giving people a feeling that once the sword is released, everything between the world and the earth will be completely destroyed under the sword of this finger.

"go with!"

The next moment, Luohu flicked his fingers.

call out!
Accompanied by a sharp sound of piercing through the air, the finger sword full of killing intentions came to the golden light that Zhunti sheltered and attracted.

hum!
Zhunti, who was being hit continuously, seemed to feel something. The original power in his body, stimulated by the finger sword, began to gather crazily.

This golden light was gathered at the beginning.

But when he was about to completely leave the range of guidance, he stopped abruptly and firmly protected the guidance.

"I can't retreat, I can't retreat, once I retreat, the brother will die."

With the emergence of this thought, the golden light that was about to be pierced by Rahu's killing sword began to change drastically.

"Sure enough, the way of Zhunti should be on the body of the guide."

Looking at the huge thought bursting out from the bodhi tree at this moment, Luo Hu didn't know whether to say that Zhunti was a waste, or...
But no matter what, this trash in his eyes was useful after all.

"Although it is the thought of protection, once the thought comes out, there are guides by his side, and it may be able to block the heaven-shattering thought."

Thinking in this way, Luo Hu's gaze became ruthless, and he slapped hard on the place where Zhunti and Jieying were located.

Palm the world, kill the world.

Although it never really fell, whenever Zhunti's golden light slowed down, this killing thought that seemed to destroy the sky would constantly stimulate Zhunti.

"Although there is still some time before the catastrophe breaks out completely, the two of you are important pawns for me to stop Sanqing so that I can fight Hongjun.

As a pawn, one has to learn to bear it. If it cannot be endured, it doesn't matter if it is destroyed. "

Seeing that Zhunti's aura was always on the verge of collapse and healing, Luo Hu slowly closed his eyes.

"Break, break, break"

On Wanren Mountain, as the Tiger King of the White Tiger Clan came up with the idea of ​​fighting in vain, cracks began to appear in the wood carvings surrounding him.

click
Accompanied by the dense cobwebs, which quickly spread to the entire wooden sculpture, the pieces were turned into ashes amidst the sound of shattering.

"call"

When the last wisp of ashes completely dissipated, Bai Zhan slowly opened his eyes after taking a deep breath.

Although the artistic conceptions contained in these wooden carvings are different, but Bai Zhan, as the king of the tiger clan, absolutely does not allow himself to be immersed in the artistic conceptions.

Because once he sinks into the artistic conception, his thoughts will be controlled by him, and in the end he can only become the puppet of the master of the artistic conception.

puppet?
Bai Zhan, as the king of the white tiger and the pillar of the sky with beasts, how could he become someone else's puppet.

"It's only 920 and [-] six wood carvings, but you can't bear it. If the wood carving grows to [-], you will be scrapped."

Just when Bai Zhan regained his composure, a contemptuous voice came from the mouth of the Chijin Shenhu beside him.

As these words sounded, in Bai Zhan's gaze, more than 100 pieces of wood carvings appeared in front of Bai Zhan's eyes as the red golden tiger swung its claws, spreading all over the entire platform.

"You said that there are three thousand wood carvings in total?"

Bai Zhan only glanced at these woodcarvings of different shapes and colors, and then his eyes fell on the red gold god tiger.

"That's right, three thousand artistic conception woodcarvings."

Having said that, Chijin Shenhu opened his eyes, looked at Bai Zhan, and yawned lazily.

"I'm not afraid to tell you that the piece after piece of wood carvings that you destroyed before are just one of the three thousand wood carvings.

When these three thousand woodcarvings gather, an unprecedented artistic conception world will be formed.

When the time comes, hey, you'd better be my seat's favorite as soon as possible. "

After the Scarlet Gold Tiger snorted a few times, it slowly closed its eyes, changed to a more comfortable position, and began a new round of deep sleep.

Although I don't know my master, why did I let myself tell this stupid tiger.

But thinking about it now, even if he didn't regain the tiger king in the end, he shouldn't be boiled in the cauldron.

"Three thousand wood carvings, a world of artistic conception."

Looking at the Chijin Shenhu who closed his eyes and ignored him, Bai Zhan looked at the wood carving in front of him, and gradually revealed a trace of fighting intent in his eyes.

"So what about three thousand, I stand at the top of the three clans in vain, the head of all clans, why have I ever been afraid?"

With the emergence of this thought, Bai Zhan once again differentiated into a series of divine thoughts, which were submerged in the wooden carvings on the stone platform.

He wanted to see what kind of ability the master who created the artistic conception could trap him, the white tiger.

Even if that person is the master behind this thief tiger, he will never give in.

"Although you and I have never met, these wood carvings are our battlefield."

As he spoke, Bai Zhan slowly closed his eyes amidst the words.

In front of the creek, there is a vastness everywhere, surrounded by clouds and mists, as if the years do not know the years.

But the confusion in front of him, in Jieyin's eyes, is like the clouds and mist between the green mountains, no longer an obstacle, but a scenery that adds charm.

"Mr. Unknown, the three thousand wood carvings will be completed today."

Putting down the wood carving representing the bodhi tree in his hand, he picked up a cup of hot tea, his eyes revealed an unprecedented look of relief.

(End of this chapter)