Fu Canglu

Chapter 452
"It's a pity that you can't hold this karma."

Jian Zongming glanced at the people behind him. The small group of people stood in the illusion of Qingshi, still a little distance from the floating land behind him.

Qingshi took back half of the Ksitigarbha's soul from the immortal stele. At this moment, he used his soul power to control the illusion, and followed the earth and rock at the bottom of Jian Zongming's feet, slowly floating and drifting. The continents are closely connected without gaps.

"Karma is destined, you can't grasp this 'karma'." He murmured softly, "So you can't kill that person outside."

Jian Zongming narrowed his eyes and said lazily: "After this time, he can live for a long time."

His Highness did not understand what Jian Zongming meant.

He thought for a while and said seriously, "I really can't kill him."

"But I still want to try it."

Yi Xiao lowered her head and looked at her outstretched palm.

"Sooner or later, I will go to Yincheng myself. It just so happens that he is not here this time." He grinned, and slowly closed his palms and clenched his fists.

"Whether you win or not, you have to fight to know."

Jian Zongming glanced thoughtfully at the little highness behind him who was rising to fight, and said softly: "There are three puppets beside him, and they can be promoted to the realm of grand master at any time."

Yi Xiao suddenly had a bitter face: "This is a bit too much, it's too bad."

Jian Zongming said calmly: "When I release the monument later, I will take away 'Dugu' and help you get rid of those three guys who got in the way. Well, without the puppet, the puppet master only has a ridiculous and useless string control technique, whether you can beat it or not depends on your own luck."

His Highness hummed lightly.

It was only then that he remembered that there was actually a "solid" sword inserted into the stele of the Immortal Monument, and that sword seemed to have fallen into the monument in the first year of the Spring and Autumn Period.

From then on, Jian Zongming traveled all over the world, no longer carrying a sword, and the scabbard behind his back was empty.

Even in the Darong Temple, Jian Zongming took the blood of the Bodhisattva between the eyebrows of Qingshi as the master of the Great Brightness Palace, but he only used the empty sword to crush the Bodhisattva's soul.

The piece of floating land has reached the top of the sky, His Highness silently gathered momentum, and the dragon, snake, and lotus opened.

It's going to be a hell of a fight.

"Relax." Jian Zongming stood beside His Highness, and said lightly, "It's just a fight."

Yi Xiao felt helpless.

When the strong wind blew, His Highness saw a very faint scar on Jian Zongming's forehead.

sixteen.

This scar has been washed for many years, and it is so light that it can't be seen clearly. It seems that there is only a very shallow trace.

No one has ever stood so close to Jian Zongming.

What a queer man.

The name is also weird, and the personality is also weird.

Weird to the extreme.

Jian Zongming has an aura that makes people unable to move away from his whole body, but it just makes people look at him twice, and he can't bear to look any more.

His Highness looked at it for a long time.

Merry ah chic ah happy ah.

Not much of the same.

There is one more thing.

So lonely.

No one can stand so close to him, because these people subconsciously want to stay away from Jian Zongming.

This person was born to be born alone.

No matter when you look at it, all you can see is his back as he walks away.

His Highness was in a trance.

When did I stand side by side with Jian Zongming?

This kind of loneliness doesn't seem to be too inconsistent, but rather familiar.

Yi Xiao knew where this sense of familiarity came from.

If there is really a talk about reincarnation, maybe in their mouths, their last life, that "Overlord", was such a lonely person?

At the end of the fairy stele world, the clouds roared and the sky scattered.

Jian Zongming said softly: "The monument is out."

His Highness nodded silently.

In the deserted area of ​​the South China Sea, beyond the immortal stele.

There was a puppet master who was covered in a large black robe, and covered with a hideous mask with green ghosts and fangs.

On the mask of the green ghost's fangs, there were many cracks for no reason compared to before.

The masked puppet master stood expressionlessly on a plain in the wilderness, and the three puppets behind him, each representing an extremely long-standing Buddhist, Taoist and Confucian religion, sat cross-legged on the ground.

He looked up at the stone tablet slowly descending from the clouds in the sky.

The one who will come out of the stele next is Houqing, or
The city lord of Fengxue Yincheng didn't know who was the winner and who was the loser in the stone tablet.

He doesn't care at all.

This deity is tens of thousands of miles away, and he doesn't even bother to move a piece of divine sense.

No matter who comes out of this stele, he can suppress it with a single force.

In today's world, who else can beat him?
But in the next moment, the crack in the immortal stele slowly opened, and a sword energy burst out

The green ghost frowned.

The Lord of Fengxue Yincheng put his palms together suddenly, and began to form an obscure and complicated string-controlling seal.

The three puppets behind them put their hands on the ground, leaped high and high in an extremely neat movement, and flew towards the ancient monument of Liuxian.

The sword energy bloomed densely, and the next moment, a white robe fluttered out!

Almost at the same moment, the city lord of Fengxue Yincheng ran away without any hesitation. The wide black robe was rolled up by the sword energy in an instant, and the half corner of the robe that was too late to be swept away was cut into nothingness by the sword energy!

The three incarnations of Buddhism, Taoism and Confucianism, in front of the immortal stele, their aura rumbled and swept the wind and clouds, driving the boundless sea of ​​qi on the final peak of the South China Sea, and they all began to break through!
Just before they are going to break through the door of the great master realm

On Zhongwei Peak, the old-fashioned Master Chess Master in gray robe said softly: "It's too beautiful to think about breaking through the realm here."

He flicked his Taoist robe lightly.

The sea of ​​qi in the entire South China Sea fairy island is centered on the point of the barren area, and it does not gather, but spreads out.

Leave no chance.

Sword Zong Mingpiao in white flied out of the space of the stele, and in front of him were three ancient practitioners of Buddhism, Taoism and Confucianism.

He frowned slightly, but he didn't see any movement.

With a sneer.

A smooth sound like a sword cutting through Huang Xuan

The bodies of the three were cut in half by a sword qi!
A figure in lotus clothes ran out from behind Jian Zongming. The man held a huge long sword upside down in both hands, and ran across the barren land. The tip of the sword dragged and wiped countless sparks on the ground.

Mars gallops, shines, and turns into a monstrous flame.

His Highness clenched the hilt of the Da Yuan Qi Sword tightly with both hands, and the area of ​​the sword several feet expanded rapidly, with him as the center, frantically devouring the Yuan Qi on the land.

A sword fell!
The semi-circular barrier of sword energy enveloped His Highness and the puppeteer in the blue ghost mask.
"Boom!"

Grand roaring sound.

The earth and rocks collapsed, and the barren land rolled back, and was washed away under this sword.

In front of the Immortal Monument, Jian Zongming stretched out his palm with his back facing the Immortal Monument. Numerous gravel bounced away before his palm, turning into a long and narrow streamlined barrier.

Behind him were the people of Darong Temple who had just escaped from the immortal stele.

(End of this chapter)