Journey to the West: Asking the Heavens

Chapter 802 Closing
The Qingji Sun True Fire, the Qingji Sun True Fire in the quasi-sacred state of the third level, is so powerful that it far exceeds Wutian's imagination, and also exceeds Mo Yuan's imagination.

Where the fire passed, all the devilish energy emanating from the twelfth-grade Mieshihei Lian disappeared. In front of the real fire of the Qingji Sun, these devilish energy were not worth mentioning at all, and the two seemed to be two levels of power.

Without any resistance, the twelfth-grade Mieshi Black Lotus hummed, and then the brilliance suddenly dimmed. All the divine light converged, rising and falling like a piece of black jade in the flames, and Wutian hummed Without a snort, after losing the protection of the lotus platform, a quasi-sage of the third level, under the dumbfounded eyes of all the gods and demons in the three realms, was completely burned by the true fire of the blue pole sun without any resistance , not even a trace of residue was left.

"No, Master!"

The red boy in the Mieshiheilian couldn't believe the scene he saw in front of him. Wutian, who was used to standing in front of him, was like a jade pillar that held up the sky, but he was defeated like this, and still in this destructive posture, This was too much of a blow to him.

For a moment, Wutian's kindness to him and all his teachings to him came to his mind, his nose was sore, and he cried out in tears: "Master...Master..."

His father died early when he was young, and only his mother raised him. Later, Wutian took him by his side and carefully taught him supernatural powers and spells. For him, Wutian has long been like a father.

But such a master and father, like his father who had never met before, all died tragically at the hands of the person in front of him. Could it be that people who were related to his red boy would end up like this? !
"I killed you...I'm going to kill you..."

The red boy looked at Mo Yuan with hatred in his eyes, he kept chanting words, but the expression on his face was very dull, because he knew in his heart that he wanted to kill Mo Yuan, and he couldn't do it alone. Possible things, unless, unless he can be sanctified on the spot!

The temperature of the twelfth-grade black lotus is getting higher and higher under the scorching of the real fire of the Qingji sun. The petals, which were originally crystal clear like black jade, are now showing a state of withering.

Although these congenital spiritual treasures have great origins and mysterious effects, they are not indestructible, just like the Taoist Blood Sea Mosquito in the past was able to lose the third rank of the twelfth-rank golden lotus, based on Mo Yuan's current Taoism It is easy to destroy the magic power of the twelfth rank Miserable Black Lotus. Of course, if you want to completely destroy it, it must be something that a saint can do.

The fetish has a spirit, and also has the original power to protect the body, and Mo Yuan can only destroy part of it.

But it's enough, you don't have to wait until it's completely destroyed, Honghai'er can't bear the heat, even if there is a twelfth-grade black lotus that blocks most of the power, Honghai'er's whole body will become hotter and hotter , the imprint of flames between his eyebrows kept shining, like a real flame, but it was constantly absorbing heat, trying to protect the red boy, but it was a pity that it was all in vain.

Ancestor Minghe who was far away in the Asura Realm of the Blood Sea saw this scene, his face was livid with anger, but how dare he make a move, not to mention whether the Great Immortal Zhenyuan in Wuzhuang Temple would stand by and watch, he was the one to go , Can it defeat the Qingji Sun True Fire?

The answer is no, Wutian with the god-killing gun in his hand was burnt to ashes without any resistance. Regardless, Mo Yuan didn't dare to kill him, but it was not difficult to slaughter the entire Asura clan.

"Mo Yuan... Mo Yuan..., come to the Japanese seat and settle accounts with you!" The ancestor Minghe muttered to himself, but such cruel words undoubtedly showed his weakness. Why wait for the future to settle with Mo Yuan?

"Amitabha……"

In Daleiyin Temple, the Tathagata whispered the Buddha's name in a low voice. Although his tone was calm, the two disciples of Ananda Kassapa who were serving on one side could clearly see that this World Honored One is confident about everything in the sky. At this moment, the palm holding the fearless lion seal is trembling slightly, which shows that the Buddha's heart is far less calm than the surface.

This is also a matter of reason. It should be known that the Tathagata has fought against Wutian head-on. He has a certain understanding of the difficulty of this existence. There is no sky and half chips.

However, it was such a great demon who couldn't survive even a moment in front of Mo Yuan's Qingji Sun True Fire, which shows how powerful Mo Yuan is.

"Three Heavens Quasi-Sage, good, let's drink a big cup!"

In the Meishan Zhenjun Palace, Yang Jian raised his wine glass and poured it into his mouth very boldly. His little uncle has grown from a little monk in the past who needed his protection to escape the pursuit of the Yellow River Hebo, to today. In this realm, even the great demon who is feared by Buddhism like a tiger died of hatred, how can you make him feel unhappy?

Triple heaven quasi-sage, there are so many disciples of Yuxu Palace, which one is not famous, which one is not holding the treasure of magic weapon, but besides him, who has successfully broken through the realm? !

"With me, I have never seen you so happy."

A cold voice sounded from the hall, Yang Jian couldn't help but twitched his mouth when he heard it, and froze in place.

He apologized with a smile and said: "Shu'er was joking, being with you, except for the day when I rescued my mother, was the happiest day for me."

Opposite Yang Jian, there is a fairy in white sitting. The fairy looks beautiful and beautiful, and she is absolutely amazing. Even if she wants to compare with the fairy Chang'e, she is not inferior in the slightest. The plain white snow lotus on the top of the snow mountain, quiet and cold, with a deep fragrance, is exactly the lady Wangshu on the lunar star.

Hearing Yang Jian's flattery, and looking at Fairy Shu's jade face, a smile was drawn. In an instant, it was as if the ice and snow melted and a hundred flowers bloomed. Then he raised his glass and said: "This cup, drink with Shu'er, may you, Shu'er, always smile and never be sad."

"Why do you need to wish, it's not up to you?"

Fairy Wangshu looked at Yang Jian affectionately and said, "I don't know on that day, I can go to see His Royal Highness the Princess?"

As soon as this remark came out, Yang Jian was so panicked that he almost spilled all the wine in the glass, okay, seeing his parents, thinking of his mother's appearance if he saw Wang Shu, Yang Jian couldn't help grinning.

Ever since she heard that he and Wang Shu were together, his mother asked him about Wang Shu's situation over and over again. Now that they were about to meet, they might be urging the marriage from the one in front of them to two!

Yang Jian said with a wry smile: "Shu'er, why should you be like this? You know me, and I swear before you, so why force me?"

A gleam of disappointment appeared in Wang Shu's beautiful eyes, and she couldn't help but think back to those years. At that time, when her sister got married, His Majesty the Demon Emperor was so majestic and majestic, but when her sister In front of him, he is humble and accepts his smallness, and he will grant whatever he asks. Compared with the man in front of him, it is really much better.She disregarded face and offered to be with him, but this Erlang Xianshengzhenjun repeatedly rejected her heart.

She sighed faintly, raised the wine in the glass and said: "Erlang, this glass of wine is toast to you. After today, I will turn back to the lunar star. If you don't change your mind, don't come looking for me again."

Hearing this, Yang Jian couldn't help being stunned for a moment, but just for a moment, Wang Shu raised his head and drank the wine in the cup, and then he didn't stay, his figure turned into a white light, and suddenly disappeared from the spot .

"Go... go...?"

Yang Jian was obviously a little at a loss. Although his magic power stood at the top of the Three Realms, with a three-pointed double-edged knife in his hand, he was awarded the head by countless big demons and old demons, but when facing Wang Shu, no matter how high his magic power was, no matter how powerful his combat power was. Strong, but it can't play the slightest role.

For a long time, Yang Jian wanted to get rid of Wang Shu, which was the main reason why he resisted Wang Shu intentionally or unintentionally even though he was with Wang Shu. People have to enjoy leisure? !
But at this time, after his thoughts came true, for no reason, Yang Jian's heart was filled with a sense of loss, as if a piece of his heart was missing, something he had never experienced before.

A burst of impulse emerged in him, and he rushed out to stop Wang Shu back, but in the end it was only an impulse.

What's the use of stopping him, he can't do what Wang Shu wants him to do, and it will still make the other party sad in the end.

He drank the wine in the glass, only to feel the bitterness in his mouth, even though it was the immortal brew of ten thousand years.

He raised his head to look at the sky, looking at the high-spirited figure in the chaos, he felt a little envious for no reason.

In the eyes of others, he Erlang Zhenjun Yang Jian is a talented and talented arrogance. He rose rapidly and made many earth-shattering events in the Three Realms, making the gods and demons of the Three Realms terrified. It is the Jade Emperor Tathagata. Also dare to twist the tiger's beard.

But who can understand him and know the heavy burden in his heart?

He is really envious of Mo Yuan, who has no worries, is accompanied by a beautiful woman, and has a happy marriage. He just needs to be brave and hard-working and devote himself to practice.

If possible, he really wants to exchange with Mo Yuan, no, exchange life with many gods and demons.

What he is looking for is really not sanctification, nor is it the majesty of the Three Realms, but the family reunion, happiness and peace. The most precious memory in his heart is not some miraculous magic, not some mysterious way, but the time when he was in Guanjiangkou. , that period of carefree childhood, when he and his eldest brother Yang Jiao fished and hunted birds, they were really free and happy.

He sighed, his figure flickered, and he also disappeared in the Zhenjun Temple, but he didn't go to Taiyin Star, but went straight to Tushita Palace.

There, there is a chance of sanctification, and there is his hope. Although this ray of hope is extremely slim, but apart from this ray of hope, he has no other way.

Mo Yuan didn't know that there was a fire in Yang Jian's backyard. He looked at the darkening black lotus, and with a thought, he wanted to intensify the fire, so as to completely kill the red boy, but he heard a sudden voice. Sounded out of chaos.

The voice was a little weak and said: "Fellow Daoist Mo really want to kill them all?"

"Wutian, are you still alive?"

Mo Yuan was not surprised, but responded with a smile: "So what if I want to kill them all, do you still have the strength to fight back now, Fellow Daoist?!"

The twelfth-grade black lotus is enough to separate tens of millions, and the mystery is infinite. Since Wutian is integrated with the black lotus, it can be said that the black lotus is not destroyed, and he is immortal. Mo Yuan can hurt him and want to kill him But it is almost impossible.

Mo Yuan, who owns the Fortune Green Lotus, has a deep understanding of this point, and he is also integrated with the Ninth Grade Fortune Green Lotus.

It's just that the immortal body returns to the immortal body, Wutian was severely injured under the true fire of his Qingji sun, and now he doesn't even dare to recondense his body, how can he stop him from killing the red boy?
Hong Haier is not him, he also has an immortal body, Wutian can't deal with the real fire of Qingji Sun, Hong Haier must die for sure!
"Master...Master...you...not...dead..." Hong Haier said with great difficulty, her small face was full of pain.

The power of the Qingji Sun True Fire is too strong, even if he is inside the twelfth rank Black Lotus, his death is only a matter of breath.

"Red boy!"

Wutian's voice was obviously a little moved. At this moment, he really wanted to cut Mo Yuan into pieces, but he couldn't do it, and even he couldn't do it if he wanted to control the twelfth rank of the world-destroying black lotus to escape. He realized that the real fire of Qingji Sun had already blocked all his paths, so he could only wait for death.

No miracle happened, and no one came to rescue, and Mo Yuan didn't show mercy.

Wutian watched helplessly as the red boy fell down in front of him, watched the red boy struggle, watched the red boy gasp, watched the flames ignite all over the red boy, watched him lose his life in pain and wailing, his body and spirit were intact. Annihilation, not even a trace of traces left in the world.

The corners of his mouth twitched. In a trance, he seemed to see the woman he had transformed in Nanzhan Buzhou in the past. He kept saying that the Dharma is vast, and he would definitely be able to surpass her and let her regain a new life. However, she still died tragically in the end. , the so-called Dharma did not protect her.

"Shame, unexpectedly, after so many years, I am still generally powerless..."

Wutian muttered to himself in a small voice, his heart was full of hatred, hatred for his powerlessness, hatred for his weak mana, if he could be stronger, how could he not be able to protect that woman, how could he not be able to protect her? Live his beloved disciple? !

hum!
At this moment, in the true flame of the extremely blue sun, endless blood light suddenly burst out from the blood-red god-killing gun, and the blood light contained power enough to move even a saint.

The blood light slowly condensed into a phantom, just like a young man with a gentle expression, who is it if it is not the Demon Ancestor Luohu?
"Emperor Zhenwu, very good, you are very good, fight against me, let's wait and see!"

Na Luohu glared at Mo Yuan, stretched out his hand, and the endless blood light instantly annihilated the real fire of the Qingji Sun, and then the blood light drowned the black lotus. In a flash of brilliance, everything in the entire chaos was restored Calm, there is no one else except Mo Yuan...

(End of this chapter)