Unify all heavens

Xiaosanxiao felt Monk Buxu's gaze, but he seemed unaware.

Because today's world has become a muddy water, the kind that will sink in and drown if you are not careful.

He had already decided before that after helping Monk Buxu rescue Nie Feng and Bu Jingyun from the Tianxiahui, he would go into seclusion from then on. Whenever the world was peaceful, he would go to the martial arts world to gain a sense of presence.

When he helped Huo Baiyun, he had already walked through this muddy water. When he rescued Nie Feng and Bu Jingyun, he had already walked through this muddy water again. But this time, he had made the most of the right time, place and people. And he did not hesitate to sacrifice the Great Sun Tathagata for this!

But luck is always elusive. He can get lucky once, he can get lucky twice, but what about the third time?

Could he still be lucky?

Perhaps because he has lived for a long time, Xiao Sanxiao has long looked down upon everything in the world, whether it is love, hate, birth, old age, illness and death, or the changes in the world, and the disasters in the world.

He was tired of seeing things like this, but sometimes he still couldn't help but take action.

Such as this time.

But only this time!

Because he wants to live longer.

Monk Buxu said that he had been investigating the zombie clan for more than ten years.

Little did he know that when Li Qing arrived at the foot of Tianshan Mountain for the first time and obtained two drops of blood from Bu Jingyun, Xiao Sanxiao saw it all.

It can be said that everything Li Qing did was seen by Xiao Sanxiao.

It is precisely because of this that Xiao Sanxiao decided not to step into this muddy water again!

Because this muddy water has already drowned the Great Sun Tathagata who existed since the beginning of the world not long ago!

Xiao Sanxiao didn't live as long as Great Sun Tathagata, but he didn't want to die just like that.

Therefore, even if Monk Buxu looked at him for a long time and saw that both Bu Jingyun and Nie Feng had noticed something was wrong, Xiao Sanxiao remained silent.

Buxu saw that he had been staring at Xiaosanxiao for a long time, but he still didn't react at all, so he smiled bitterly and said, "Senior, can you bear to suffer such a catastrophe in Jiuzhou?"

Xiaosanxiao raised his hand and touched Dragon Turtle's neck without saying a word.

In his long life, Kyushu has suffered countless catastrophes, and he has long been accustomed to them.

If he had to take care of Jiuzhou every time it suffered a big disaster, how could he still survive until now?

Seeing Xiao Sanxiao not reacting at all, Monk Buxu sighed softly, then thought for a long time, and said softly: "The young monk also knows what the seniors are thinking about. Now that Kyushu is experiencing disaster, Tianxiahui may not be the real behind-the-scenes Black Hand, the real mastermind behind the scenes is the existence behind the Tianxiahui! This existence is enough to make even the Great Sun Tathagata sink into the sand! It can be seen that its strength is terrifying!"

When he said this, he paused slightly, and then sighed: "Senior must have been afraid of this existence!"

Xiao Sanxiao said nothing and remained silent.

Monk Buxu glanced at his back and continued to think in his heart. After a while, he spoke again: "You were afraid that this existence would cause trouble for you, so you found the young monk and helped him bring the situation to the world." Rescue me! What you want is for Xiao Monk and others to come and buy you time!"

When Xiao Sanxiao heard this, he suddenly raised his head and glanced at the gloomy sky, but remained silent.

Seeing this, Monk Buxu smiled bitterly, shook his head and said: "Senior, the little monk redeemed me bluntly, is that existence really so terrifying? How can it make you so afraid?"

Under his words, Xiaosanxiao suddenly spoke and said: "Young monk, do you know that I have noticed him before he showed his ferociousness!"

Monk Buxu was shocked when he heard this. He stared at his eyes and said, "Then why are you..."

As soon as he spoke, he stopped immediately, and then said with a wry smile: "Senior must have felt that he was too powerful, so he didn't take action!"

Xiaosanxiao nodded gently, stroking his beard meaningfully and said: "Little monk, you don't know what you are facing at all? That's why you are fearless!"

Before Monk Buxu could speak, he narrowed his eyes and spoke again.

"The world will be a murky water, a murky water that will plunge the Sword Master, the Nameless God, the Immortal God, and even the former Great Sun Tathagata all into it!"

And these words not only made Monk Buxu look shocked, but also Nie Feng and Bu Jingyun, who had been silent, also looked horrified.

Although they didn't know who the Immortal God and the Great Sun Tathagata were, just by hearing the solemnity in Xiao Sanxiao's tone, they knew that these two might be more terrifying seniors in the world than Wuming.

As for the shock on Monk Buxu's face, it was entirely because he had not heard anything about the fact that Wuming and Juggernaut were also deeply involved in the Tianxiahui.

He has also been wondering why there has been no news about Wuming or Juggernaut in the past ten years.

It turns out that these two people have also become zombies!

Looking at their shocked and horrified faces, Xiao Sanxiao gently stroked his beard and suddenly smiled and said: "You must also know that anyone who dies in the mouth of a zombie has a half chance of becoming a zombie in the future. Such a little monk , do you have the confidence to face the myth of the world after the corpse transformation, the undefeated swordsman, the immortal god who has lived for three hundred years, and even the Great Sun Tathagata who has lived for tens of thousands of years?"

Monk Buxu looked ugly and murmured unwillingly: "But in the legend, Nuwa has said that the second and third tribulations can be solved as long as Fengyun and Fengyun are there!"

Xiaosanxiao nodded gently and said: "The legend is indeed true, and the qualifications of the two of them are indeed as good as the martial saint Guan Yu, which is rare throughout the ages!"

After saying this, he suddenly turned back, his face neither sad nor happy, but his eyes gradually narrowed, and he said as if pointing: "But legends are legends after all." After a pause, he added: "Just like Lingyun Cave. Like the dragon's veins in the depths, the Yellow Emperor's spine is said to be the only divine tool for suppressing evil and eliminating demons!"

After all, he couldn't help but reveal the way to save Kyushu!

Just as Monk Buxu's eyes widened after hearing this, Xiao Sanxiao's eyes suddenly looked in the direction of Tianxiahui.

It seemed like something was happening there.

At this moment, on the Tianxiahui ladder to heaven, the killing is still going on.

Insults, shouts, and cries for help were heard all the time.

Even the pouring rain couldn't silence their voices.

In fact, not only did the rain not silence the crowd's voices, it also couldn't wash away the blood on the ladder.

I saw blood slowly flowing down the long steps, dyeing the entire ladder into blood red, like a long bloody dragon.

At this time, a figure wearing a raincoat and a bamboo hat suddenly walked in front of the steps of the ladder to heaven.

He stood in front of the ladder to the sky, raised his head slightly and glanced at the blood flowing down the steps, revealing his face full of vicissitudes of life.

After waiting for a moment, he stepped onto the first step and then slowly climbed up.

Although he was taking steps, his eyes were dull, like a puppet who didn't understand how to think.

If Monk Fuxu were present, he would definitely discover a secret.

A shocking secret about the Twelve Terrors!

Thanks to book friend Shen Tu for the reward of 500 starting coins, and thanks to alliance leader Yang Baoer for another 10,000 reward!

I have to say that writing this chapter was extremely difficult, and I almost wanted to vomit blood. You may not believe it, but I started writing at ten o'clock in the morning. . . . I have been writing it to this day, and the number of words that have been deleted or deleted along the way is estimated to be seven to eight thousand. . . . .