Fantasy: I Can Blow Up All Worlds

In one blow, 18 people, only two Dacheng martial artists in the late stage of the Soul Refining Realm escaped.

The whole body is hurt.

What if I escaped once?

"Hey!"

The light of flame pierced the heaven and the earth, like a piercing heaven and earth, pierced the eyebrows of a person, and the body exploded in the air with a ‘bang’.

The second path was the flame vortex, spinning frantically, pulling the extremely frightened figure into the vortex.

"what……"

The screams resounded through the clouds, and the body was burned to ashes in the flame vortex, and even the charred corpse was not left behind, completely dissipated in the world.

In the palace above the waterfall, everyone saw this scene with horror.

Hou Lei and others below are shining.

"Haha."

The laughter was thunderous, rolling in and out, spreading to the top of the clouds.

No one dared to stop Ye Yusheng from approaching the Bodhi lamp and Buddha's shadow.

The closer to the Buddhist sound, the stronger the throbbing in Ye Yusheng's heart.

"Huh."

The Buddha shadow squeezing the sky and the earth suddenly opened his eyes, and an extremely distant memory seemed to have come across a long river of time. Then, in the horrified eyes of everyone, the Buddha shadow... actually knelt down.

what happened?

All who saw this scene were shocked.

Below...

"boom!"

Hou Lei turned into a huge stone man and shouted: "Kill, slaughter Tingtao Pavilion."

why?

No one knows why Hou Lei would show off at this time.

"kill."

With a loud shout, Hou Lei had already rushed to the palace complex. When he fell on the top of the waterfall, the mountain carrying the entire waterfall began to tremble, and countless boulders flew up into the sky, and then crashed down.

"what……"

The screams came one after another.

"Who are you? Dare to break into Tingtao Pavilion."

"kill."

Asi, An'er, Yaoma and others also arrived and began to fight.

Ah Shuo turned out of the body, holding an iron rod. Although his behavior was not high, it was extremely sturdy. The flame hair under his feet became more and more dazzling, and he rushed up to a stick.

"boom."

A true soul realm peak warrior was directly smashed into flesh by a stick.

"Roar."

Poor and tyrannical, blood is even more fierce.

His cultivation may not be strong, but he is very fierce, and he rushes with an iron rod.

The blue sky world appeared, suppressing dozens of figures.

An'er doesn't have many methods, just a pair of eternal blue eyes that never night is to suppress all enemies in the world.

"Brother Hou Lei, we want to... destroy the door?" Huang Yong looked tangled.

Although he longed for Ting Tao Pavilion, but when the facts really appeared before him, he suddenly became entangled.

"Humph."

The stone man is tens of meters high. When one step is stepped on, a palace blasts open with a ‘boom’, and the hidden warrior is directly trampled into flesh by this foot.

Hou Lei's voice spread: "The door must be destroyed. Everyone will die after seeing the boss."

Bodhi lanterns and Buddha shadows bow down.

This scene was so shocking that once it was passed out, the old meeting became a target of public criticism.

"kill."

No nonsense, the golden light on his body is more radiant, and he kills forward again.

Why do you want to kill the door?

The reason is very simple...the bodhi lamp's initiative to bow down is the reason.

the other side.

The shadow of the Buddha bowed down, but Ye Yusheng looked as usual. He didn't recognize the shadow of the Buddha, but when the shadow of the Buddha bowed, he behaved very naturally, as if he had experienced it more than once.

He is qualified to bear this prayer.

After one worship, the Buddha's shadow slowly shrank and the golden light dispersed, all attributed to the Bodhi lamp.

"puff."

The Bodhi lamp that illuminates the world just now with a ‘poof’ went out and turned into an ordinary old lamp body, lost all the essence, and fell into Ye Yusheng’s hands lightly.

No one knew that at this time, a light and fluttering voice came into Ye Yusheng's mind.

"Disciple Komatsu, see Master."

Komatsu?

Master?

Ye Yusheng was a little dazed.

Looking at the simple and unpretentious oil lamp in his hand, I felt a little sad in my heart.

"Who are you?" he whispered softly.

"Hey."

Finally, the lamp body melted, and another mark of reincarnation appeared, blending into Ye Yusheng's eyebrows.

Memories flooded into my mind like a vast ocean.

First, there is a reincarnation mark of a thousand killings, a reincarnation mark a thousand years ago.

But this reincarnation mark is even more ancient, faintly dating back five thousand years ago.

Two reincarnation marks, two memories, but still broken, the broken memory is a memory of a child.

A five- or six-year-old little fat man walked out of the mountain village, holding a string of Buddhist beads, bright and bright, with a happy smile on his face.

At the first stop, the little fat man came to a city. There was a battle in the city, and countless strong men had fallen. The little fat man walked in the sea of ​​blood on the corpse mountain, but his face was still full of smiles.

Finally, there were few people left in the entire city, and the little fat man sat down and recited the Buddhist scriptures.

This chanting lasted three days and three nights.

Since then, the little fat man has grown up all the way, he has no cultivation base, he is just an ordinary person, and even a lone monk, every time he sees death, he will stop.

The little fat man walked step by step, measuring the ground under his feet step by step.

He still has no cultivation base, but the Buddha light on his body is getting more and more intense.

Finally, one day, he met a man, who smiled, not knowing what to say to him, the smile on the little fat man's face became more intense.

Time flies, and finally on a certain day, the little fat man became a Buddha on the Bodhi tree.

It was also on this day that the world collapsed, and the day of the doomsday came, a huge void appeared, and countless demons rushed out of it, killing the world.

With a smile on his face, the little fat man rushed to the sky and into the void.

The golden light shattered and the Buddha light permeated.

The adult little fat man blocked the void in his flesh and blood, and a bodhi lamp fell and fell into a rushing river, where he fell silent.

Many, many years later, another monk picked up the Bodhi lamp, which ignited spontaneously...

"Ugh."

A sigh spread: "That person..."

He had met the person who had said something to Little Fatty... He had also seen him in the memory of Thousand Kills.

In other words, that person has lived for five thousand years. He not only accepted the disciple of Thousand Kills, but also accepted the owner of the Bodhi lamp as his disciple.

"who are you?"

Ye Yusheng was silent. The man asked not about Thousand Kills or a monk, but the person who had met twice.

"call."

He took a deep breath, suppressed the excitement in his heart, and put away the primitive Bodhi lamp.

...

And the moment the Bodhi lamp went out.

In Qingzhou, the two kings who were fighting the Great Realm suddenly changed their expressions. They subconsciously looked in the direction of Tingtao Pavilion, and suddenly had a bad feeling in their hearts.

It feels like the sky is falling.

"Hey!"

The flames shook the sky, covering the two kings of Tingtao Pavilion.

The breath of death enveloped.

At this moment, the two Great Powers of King Tingtao Pavilion finally understood what had happened.

Yes,

The breath of death.

Bodhi lamp, something went wrong.

"boom."

A great demon descended from the sky, and slapped it with a palm, directly smashing the bodies of the two kings of Tingtao Pavilion.