Journey to the West: Writing Ten Thousand Worlds

Colorful peacocks and golden-winged eagles, with the whispers of saints in their ears, seemed to persuade them.

Finally, the two seemed to have reached some kind of agreement, and the multicolored peacock and the gold-winged eagle stood in front of the Buddhas.

“Your request is really excessive, but since I promise to help you this time, then I will make a move!”

“Seeking is a way, it is destined to twist and turn and desolate; The devil is an attitude that dooms him to ice cold attachment; Seek the devil, a life in the night! ”

Su Ming whispered, and two doppelgangers split out from his body.

One is the purple-haired Su Ming, which is the appearance of the future demon shao, and now it refers to the E-Cang doppelganger, with an evil and treacherous personality, and a little madness.

One is the gray-haired Su Ming, expressing the life of midwinter, expressing the life of midwinter, leaving aside all emotions, rationality, and not being seduced by the world.

The two doppelgangers shot out and grabbed the Treasure Building and the Seven Treasures Mysterious Tree.

“Too much deception!”

The multicolored peacock and the golden-winged eagle roared, and they went all out to fight with Su Ming’s two doppelgangers.

This battle was too terrifying and widespread, except for the Spirit Mountain, one-third of the Buddha land of Western Bliss was affected, the earth cracked, the mountain peaks collapsed, and the rivers dried up.

Battles in this realm can already collapse the world.

However, even so, Heavenly Dao (Hongjun) still has no intention of wanting to stop it, it seems that this battle is in line with the general trend of Heavenly Dao, borrowing the lives of Buddhas to make up for the killing?

“Enough, if we can’t make a move, how can you be arrogant!”

“Bless the pestle! Qinglian treasure color flag! Go! ”

Two angry drinks, the two saints in the West were really angry this time, but they still did not personally make a move, but only lowered two innate spirit treasures again.

The blessing pestle and the green lotus treasure flag were suppressed together, and the two emitted qi that made the sun, moon and stars tremble, and a wisp of Buddha light fell one after another.

“I have the Innate Treasure Immortal Sword, I can borrow you!” Jiang Hao handed over the Immortal Sword.

Su Ming took it and sighed: Good sword, he waved his big hand and sent Jiang Hao, Sun Wukong, and Golden Cicada directly away from thousands of miles.

“Leave!”

Seeing Jiang Hao’s unhindered, the Confucian people did not want to be involved in it and left.

Jiang Hao was destined to not be able to witness this battle with his own eyes, but later when he heard about the tragic situation of Lingshan, he understood the tragedy of this battle.

According to one of the Buddhas who escaped by chance, the Buddhas wailed and frightened the world, and the Buddha’s blood flowed for 100,000 miles.

The originally boundless, peaceful and sacred spirit mountain became lifeless, full of Buddha bones, and blood flowed like rivers.

Nearly a million Buddhas don’t know how many died, and even a few true Buddhas fell, the scene was too terrifying.

But in half a day, Su Ming returned, and at this moment he was covered in blood, and he couldn’t tell whether it was his or the Buddhas.

“The sword is returned to you!”

Su Ming returned the Immortal Sword to Jiang Hao, and then said, “I broke into the Spirit Mountain and saw those two people, and his strength is definitely not comparable to me in such a state!” ”

Su Ming’s words were very tactful, but Jiang Hao still understood it, he couldn’t beat it, so those two things naturally couldn’t be taken down, so take it when you see it.

“It’s okay, when I get the right way in the future, I’ll personally knock on the door and get it!” Jiang Hao said proudly, anyway, bragging and not wanting money.

“Ha, I hope there will be that day!”

Su Ming took a deep look at Jiang Hao, and then raised his head to the sky and let out a long roar: “Three thousand years before the devil, looking back at mortal dust and not being an immortal, since everyone in the world calls me a demon, then simply, from now on I Su Ming… It’s the devil! ”

With the last cry, let this heaven and earth imprint Su Ming’s mark, so that the creatures in this world remember the original demon in the world, and the name of that demon is: Su Ming!!!

As Su Ming gave up resistance, he was naturally rejected by this heaven and earth and returned to the world that should have been his.

“Like a demon is not a demon, but a supreme true demon? What a demon seeker, this person, who the hell is it!! ”

The golden cicada sighed very, such a demeanor made him worship, it was simply amazing.

“He is a legend, he is a barbarian god for four generations, he has the seed of destruction, his life is tortuous, and his creation is endless, his name is Su Ming, also known as fate, and he is a strong preaching in a large world!”

Jiang Hao took a deep breath, his head was a little messed up now, and the scene he had just experienced was like a dream, which was unbelievable.

“Really strong, Lao Sun, can he become so strong?”

Sun Wukong looked at Su Ming’s departing back and muttered to himself, holding the Sun and Moon God Lamp tightly in his hand, and he suddenly looked down.

The lamp is indeed the sun and moon god lamp, but the wick in the lamp has long been gone.

Above the Spirit Mountain, the Junti Saint was holding a wick in his hand, and he still made a move after all, although it was very secretive, but it could not escape the eyes of the Heavenly Dao.

A figure slowly condensed, his body was purple and vibrant, his eyes seemed to have the wonder of destroying the world and creating the world, his breath was ethereal and terrifying, like the embodiment of the Tao.

His name: Hong Jun!!!

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