Everlasting Immortal Firmament

Tianyin City, Central Square!

This place gathers most of the strong Wen Dao from the world. Here, the Happo doctrines collide here, and the Sifang Wen Dao communicates here. There are Wendao discussions and Wendao collisions all the time. Although they are temporarily gathered, they are like the holy land of Wendao. One of the Taoist practitioners is unwilling to leave even for a moment and needs to absorb more style.

Mo Yike was surrounded by thousands of people, and Gu Hai and his party approached, and couldn't even squeeze in.

"Get off, get off! We are the representative of Dahan, get off!" A group of officials opened the way in front.

"Representative Dahan?" Wen Xiu, who was crowded in front, gave up a little, and immediately let go.

Because the Wenxiu gathered here understands that the collision of Wendao here is a small dynasty that does not know the height of the earth. The Dahan dynasty is 'challenge' the Huanghuang dynasty.

The challenge was beyond self-control, but it persisted for a long time, and still did not separate the victory and defeat. The writers watched Wenbi, and gradually put down the contempt for the Dahan Dynasty. They were extremely dignified. At least there was a game of chess. How many people With sigh.

Dahan Dynasty? Is there another representative?

As everyone crowded out, Gu Hai and his party finally stepped in.

Upon entering the interior, Gu Hai immediately saw the interior scene.

But it is high above the center. At this moment, a scroll is floating. On the scroll is written the "Bodhi", the two crosses of Bodhi, the words are blooming in gold, and the mighty air rolling around is like a storm, forming a tornado and heading up into the sky Hao Ran was righteous, and Bing Ji was shrouded in golden light below.

Bingji's mouth still had frozen blood hanging on her head, sitting cross-legged, holding a word in her hand. Although she was creased, but she could see the words "Will Go Into Wine" above, Bingji seemed to be in a coma, sitting motionless on her knees. But still holding "Will Go Wine".

"This is Bing Ji? Trapped in the book environment can not come out?" Gou Chen frowned slightly.

"Oh, deceiving people too much!" Gu Hai's eyes flashed a ruthless light.

Even though Bing Ji used to drink a bowl of medicinal soup for herself, but Bing Ji was his own woman after all, and now she saw her woman being suppressed in the context of the book, and the ancient sea sank into the valley for a moment .

Bing Ji was suppressed under Bodhi, not far away, with a chessboard, Mo Yike was playing against an old man with white hair and white clothes at the moment.

There are a large number of chess practitioners around, learning the two's chessboard, setting up the chess record, and starting to deduct it.

However, there are several chessboards covered with blood.

"puff!"

A chess practitioner suddenly spit blood and sprayed it on a deduction chessboard.

"How are you, the South Island chess king? You have vomited blood, too?" A group of chess players immediately lifted the man who vomited blood.

"How is that possible? What kind of chess power is this? I just intercepted one of the chess areas, and then ........." Nandao chess king horrified.

"Don't look, be careful, this chess game is weird, don't look at it!" South Island Chess King suddenly called to others.

"As soon as Qidao's artistic conception enters it, it seems to see a vortex, and it is impossible to extricate yourself deeply. I seem to see thousands of troops killing me!"

"Me too, it's so uncomfortable, but this game is so exciting, so good, I can't bear to look away!"

"puff!"

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Most deeply involved chess players are flushed and entangled in their minds. The profound chess game makes them unable to extricate themselves once they enter it, but it is far beyond their own chess skills, mental strength, and vomiting blood.

Mo Yike and the white-haired old man were in a hurry, and both of them were very cautious. You come and go.

Not far behind the white-haired old man, he put a seat and sat a very handsome white robe monk. The monk drank tea and stood beside a group of subordinates.

"The emperor, the white-haired old man who played chess with Mr. Mo was Wuyazi, and the one who drank tea was a monk in the early Yuan Dynasty. The others were the attendants of the Dahuang Tianchao. There was a group of other people in the Dahuang Tianchao, but All left at this moment! "An official explained to Gu Hai.

"A monk at the beginning of the Yuan? Oh!" Gu Hai sneered.

A group of other Dahan Dynasty officials stood behind Mo Yike.

At this moment, Gu Hai and his party crowded into the crowd, and when they came to the front, they immediately caught their attention.

"Emperor!" The officials immediately rejoiced.

"Meet the emperor!" A group of Dahan officials suddenly excitedly worshiped.

Dahan officials worshiped, and suddenly they were surprised by Wenxiu around.

"Emperor of the Dahan Dynasty?"

"He is Emperor Dahan?"

"Mr. Mo is so good at chess that he is willing to stay in the dynasty as a courtier?

"I don't see anything special!"

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Many literary scholars looked curiously at the ancient sea. Most of them didn't know the ancient sea, but they had some who knew the ancient sea, especially the literary scholars who came from the metropolis. When they saw the arrival of the ancient sea, they immediately showed great joy.

"Mr. Gu, here is Mr. Gu! Hahaha, the monk in the early Yuan Dynasty is miserable!"

"The master at the beginning of Yuan Dynasty is miserable? Could this Emperor Dahan also write?"

"That is of course. The previous" Will Go Into Wine "was made by Mr. Gu Xuyu. When he was going in and out, the pen was shocked and the poem became a crying ghost, you did not see it!"

"Also, Mr. Gu's chess course is also extremely powerful, as if Mr. Mo's chess course is not as good as Mr. Gu!"

"No way, how could his chess ability be better than Mr. Mo?"

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As people who knew Gu Hai began to talk, the literary culture around them also became agitated. After all, to the extent of Mo Yike, it is already rare in the world. But you say that Mr. Gu is stronger than him? is it possible?

Also, that will be the wine, really he made it?

There was a commotion around the monks.

Suddenly, the monk in the early Yuan Dynasty was curious, put down the tea cup, and looked at Guhai in doubt.

Mr. Mo also had a meal in his hands and turned his head.

"Mr. Mo, since you are playing chess, you have to be indifferent!" Wujizi oppositely reminded kindly.

"Emperor, you are here at last!" Mo Yike suddenly rejoiced.

When Wu Yizi saw Mo Yike's expression, he looked slightly puzzled, looking confused.

Gu Hai nodded, and came forward with a somber face: "Mr. Mo, you are working hard!"

"Chen didn't do anything, just Bing Ji, but Chen couldn't do anything!" Mo Yike smiled bitterly.

"Oh? Emperor Dahan? You just said in Bingji's mouth that you can defeat my ancient sea?" Yuan Chu, a monk not far away, sneered.

Wujizi glanced at the ancient sea with curiosity. He didn't say anything, but looked at Mo Yike and said, "Mr. Mo, it's your turn!"

Mo Yike shook his head: "Wait a moment, Mr. Wuyazi!"

After that, Mo Yike followed behind Gu Hai.

The ancient sea went step by step to where Bing Ji was. Looking at the blood stain on the corner of Bing Ji's mouth. Gu Hai's face was gloomy.

At the beginning of the Yuan Dynasty, the monk also stood up and walked step by step to the ancient sea of ​​Bingji.

Sifang Wenxiu looked at Gu Hai in surprise. You know, although some people admire Gu Hai, but everyone didn't see Gu Hai means, how could they believe that he was powerful?

"Wuliangshou Buddha, Bingji is now your Dahan?" The early monk asked coldly.

When looking at the ancient sea, there was a sense of pride in his eyes.

Gu Hai ignored the monks in the early Yuan Dynasty at all, but carefully took the volume "Will Go Into Wine" in Bing Ji's hands.

"Be careful, that's covered by the mood of" Bodhi "!" A kindly Wenxiu called immediately.

Sure enough, the 20 golden characters of "Bodhi" suddenly had a part of the dazzling golden light coming straight to the ancient sea. As long as the powerful Taoist shrouded in it, they will fall into the artistic conception of "Bodhi" instantly and cannot extricate themselves. Like Bing Ji, trapped in the book.

At the beginning of the Yuan Dynasty, the monk showed a sneer, as if the ancient sea was ugly.

Outside the central square, the Qing emperor led a group of people and looked at the center of the central square coldly, accurately saying that he had been staring at the ancient sea. Seeing Gu Hai stepping into the middle of the "Bodhi" book world, his eyes were narrowed.

"Oh!"

But I saw that Gu Hai stepped forward in the context of "Bodhi", without seeming to be disturbed.

"Eh? Why?" The monk in the beginning of the Yuan period was shocked.

My "Bodhi" is very aggressive, no matter how strong the author of Taoism can't go by so easily, as long as there is a artistic conception of Taoism, it will be affected, but what the ancient sea looks like, how does it feel? No?

"Oh?" The Qing Emperor in the distance also narrowed his eyes.

"Emperor, there is no artistic conception in the ancient sea? Why is it not affected by" Bodhi "?" Qi Qi was surprised.

"How could there be no Taoist artistic conception? I haven't heard that" Will Go Into Wine "was written by Gu Hai?" A person beside him puzzled.

"But!" Seven Kills showed a daze.

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In the courtyard where the future Buddha is located, a group of monks have long regarded Gu Hai as their enemies, and they are also watching Gu Hai. Far away, when they saw the scene in the center, the monks were also shocked.

"Buddha, how can the ancient sea be fine?" A monk asked blankly in the hall.

The hall was silent for a while, and the voice of the future Buddha came: "Strange!"

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In the central square, countless Wen Xiu also widened his eyes. After a while of discussion, how could the ancient sea have no influence at all?

Gu Hai naturally will not tell others that he does not have a little artistic conception, so he is not affected. It was a bit distressed to see Bing Ji who frowned. Gently wiped the dried blood from the corners of her mouth.

Even though she was addicted to the Bodhi book environment, Bingji still clutched at the book "Will Enter the Wine".

Gu Hai slowly grabbed "Will Go Into Wine" and seemed to be pulling it out.

"Don't, this is the Emperor's" Will Go Wine ", you are not worthy, you are not worthy!" In the vagueness, Bingji seems to be resisting, and does not allow people to **** the wine.

"Bing Ji, it's me. Give me wine!" Gu Hairou whispered.

"Emperor, are you here? The emperor saves me, the emperor saves me!" Bingji shouted dimly, her whole body shaking.

His hands were loose, and "Will Go Into Wine" was pumped out by Gu Hai.

Bingji still didn't wake up, but shivered throughout her body: "What a snow, emperor, I'm cold, emperor, I'm so cold!"

Bingji was trembling in a coma, and Gu Hai, who was watching, was distressed for a while. Bingji is the body of Shui Ding, and all of them feel cold. How cold should it be in the context of "Bodhi"?

Gu Hai looked up at the "Bodhi" floating in the sky, his face was extremely gloomy.

"Bing Ji, I'm here, you can't get out of the book environment of Bodhi, I'll teach you, a Bodhi, but Er!" Gu Hairou whispered.

"Take the ink and paper!" Gu Hai Shen whispered.

"Yes!" A group of officials immediately fetched pen, ink and paper.

Gu Hai grabbed a writing brush and put it in Bing Ji's hand.

"Bing Ji, listen to me, use the book to express the artistic conception and crush" Bodhi "!" Gu Hai said in a cold voice.

"I listen to the emperor, I listen to the emperor, the emperor, I'm so cold!" Bing Ji shouted in a tremor, her voice soft, she seemed to cry.

"Break my" Bodhi "? Hahaha haha, let Bingji, who is trapped in the" Bodhi "book environment, write it? Her current state, even if there is a first text written to her, the power is only one hundred in her heyday. You really can't help it! "The monk at the beginning of Yuan sneered.

"Mo Yike, read" Bodhi "!" Gu Hai Shen cried.

"There is a linden tree in my heart!" Mo Yike said.

"Write, there is no tree in Bodhiban!" Gu Hai softly said to Bingji Road in the confusion.

"Bodhibon has no trees!" Bingji wrote, word by word.

The crooked writing is not at all shaped. Blending into Bing Ji ’s artistic conception of the Tao, there is only a little bit, but the crooked five words have just been written, but a hundred million Buddha-like golden light blooms in an instant, a tsunami-like spirit of righteousness, billowing suddenly Towards the square in all directions.

Rumble!

PS: Finally there is no change, this chapter written in the barber shop!

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