Legend of the Great Sage

The silver moonlight shines on the golden wheat fields, and the fireflies flicker on the edge of the pond, reflecting on the black water, as if they are shining with the stars.

A white figure suddenly slid across the black water, as silent as a ghost, not even the fireflies were disturbed.

She walked through the wheat fields in midsummer, and the air was filled with the smell of harvest. She didn't understand the wars of the practitioners. As long as they could survive, mortals would live their lives year after year.

Her pale and slender hands crossed the sharp wheat awns, and she always raised her head, her ethereal eyes looking up at the sky for a moment, as if she wanted to count the stars, and as if she was looking for an answer.

Wow!

A refreshing summer wind surged past, causing the waves of wheat to rise and fall, and long hair like seaweed flying behind her.

A spark of fire, far away in the sky, with no answer.

So I looked at the village in the distance. The golden wheat light pierced the fingertips, and a drop of blood fell, turning into a pale spark and falling on the wheat field, spreading silently,

In the blink of an eye, the undulating waves of wheat turned into a sea of ​​fire.

The wheat field did not burn, but lost its color and became pale, no longer retaining any trace of vitality, and returned to absolute silence.

White fire passed through the swamp, and the dots of fireflies dimmed one after another, falling into the black water, making little ripples.

The fire ignited, like a raging night wind, spreading over mountains and rivers, crossing large rivers, and passing through villages, towns and cities.

In the quiet little village, the sleeping child didn't know what sweet dream he was having. He pursed his lips and turned over. The pale flame touched his forehead lightly, and he merged into the fire.

In the ancient town. The dying old man endured the torture of his illness and was still unable to sleep, and he yearned more and more for the continuation of life. The pale fire reflected in the turbid eyes, the pain quickly disappeared, and turned into a light fire together with life.

In the fortified city, the brothel and the Chu Pavilion are having a night of joyful singing, with bright lights, mingled wine, and orchestral music of silk and bamboo. Drunk, scolding and laughing. Tireless.

The beggar outside the door looked at the wealthy people coming in and out in fear. He wanted to step forward but did not dare. He wanted to step back but was reluctant to leave. He dodged between the light and shadow. unconsciously. This life was spent.

Pale flames poured in and out. The lights are still bright, the laughter is still in the ears, but the music has come to an end.

In the pale wheat field. She turned her waist, her clothes flew up, her steps were light, her gestures changed, and she controlled the prairie fire, like a wanton dance, with only the stars facing each other.

Men and women, wise and foolish, good and evil, rich and poor, despair and hope, pain and joy...

All these things were once as different as clouds and mud, but now they are all equal in this dance.

However, all living beings are not equal. Even in the face of death, there are always practitioners who refuse to accept their fate. They want to surpass all living beings and occupy famous mountains and blessed places. They set up large formations to stabilize the mountain gates so that the pale flames cannot invade.

She stood under the silver moonlight, spinning her body and raising her arms, her bells trembled, her black hair fluttered, her rosary beads flew away, and she disappeared beyond the mountains.

With a change of thought, the sword light rose up, twisted and turned, and disappeared into the void.

As a result, the mountain gate was broken, large numbers of people died in battle, and all living beings were destroyed.

When the East is in decline, there is not a single living thing left in the land for thousands of miles, whether it is the tiniest insect or ant or the most powerful practitioner.

There is no smoke rising from the distant villages, no cocks crowing and dogs barking. The city further away became empty, and everything remained as it was, as if nothing had happened.

The stars disappeared, the dance stopped, and the flames rolled back.

The cracks in the white bones were healed inch by inch. When he raised his wrist, there was a rosary on it.

There are faint signs of breakthroughs in "The Way of the White Bones". This is the first time since she started practicing the "Way of the White Bones" that she has practiced its purpose, and it is also the first vow - she vows to kill countless sentient beings!

It's like being freed from invisible shackles, and the effect is unexpectedly good.

The sea does not choose small streams, so it can reach its depth.

Just like the souls of mortal flesh and blood cannot be compared with those of cultivators, they are much more numerous and easier to kill. There are also spirits in the vegetation,

Every bit is insignificant, but it can turn into a spark that can start a prairie fire.

Perhaps this is the true way of the Bones.

In the clear blue sky, a black dragon ship crossed the sky. "Yongzhou Mu" overlooked the thousands of miles of red land below. He couldn't believe it when he received the message, but now he had to believe it. He gritted his teeth and said: "Buddha's enemy!"

All the ministers behind him were silent. They couldn't believe that this was something a cultivator could do. This was no longer massacre, but extermination.

The former flying locust king also turned Qingzhou upside down and devoured countless creatures. But that was after a long period of preparation, and then it snowballed to expand the insect swarm. Even after the insect swarm reaches a large scale, it is impossible to turn thousands of miles into red ground overnight.

The Flying Locust King himself does not dare to appear easily. The great monks can kill tens of millions of locusts with just a raise of their hands. No matter how serious the disaster is, it is difficult to threaten them. Ordinary practitioners also have the ability to protect themselves. But at this time, even they felt deeply threatened.

A senior monk said hesitantly: "Your Majesty, I heard that Zuo Guoshi led twenty monk kings and ambush and sneak attacks failed to kill this Buddha's enemy. We..."

"As a shepherd of Yongzhou, how can I ignore her? Look, she is there, fellow Taoists, prepare to take action! I heard that she seems to be injured. This may be an opportunity, the only opportunity."

She looked at the flying black ship in the distance, and was about to move when a green tree bud grew out and grew into a banyan tree. The branches swayed, the leaves rustled, and the sad face of the big banyan tree king appeared from the trunk: "Stop it. !Xiao An, I beg you, you are the enemy of the world!"

Even though he had an unprecedented deduction, he still underestimated how terrifying she was. This flame was simply born to destroy, to destroy all the living and the dead. Her threat to this world is by no means inferior to that of the Hungry Ghost Realm and Demon Realm, and is even more direct and deadly.

This is the path of "The Way of the Vermillion Face and the White Bones", the fire of the White Bones of Samadhi burns through the three thousand worlds. In the past, Li Qingshan's existence had greatly offset the influence of the Bone Bodhisattva, and she had never used its power like this before.

"An enemy?"

She stared slightly, and with a wave of "Kill the Buddha", the big tree collapsed, burned and withered.

The heaven and earth shook slightly, as if there was a silent bond being torn apart, so there was no more scruples.

In the towering city, a hundred-foot-long wound suddenly opened on the big banyan tree, and the tree sap flowed like blood.

Even though he is the god of half the world and controls the power of heaven and earth, he cannot heal this wound. This is a sword that even the Qiongqi Demon God must be wary of.

By the time the Black Dragon King from Yongzhou Mu arrived, she had disappeared. The great monks all breathed a sigh of relief.

Yongzhou Mu said in a deep voice: "Ask for help from Longzhou!" (To be continued...) R1292