"Who dares to stop, who is the traitor of Sang Sang!"

The wind rolled up a ball of electric balls, rolling down from Fusang Shenmu like a fruit, and the large and small lightning balls rolled over from Bai's disciples. Jiuzhong Shitai issued unknown roar. Mu Tian disciples shuddered the formation of the formation in the long -lined decree in their respective ethnic groups.

The breathless officer regained the fanfare and re -ranked.

Just come out in one step.

哢!

A golden lock is high to the sky.

"Tian Suo! Tian Suo!! Tian Suo was broken!" A Mu Tian disciple shouted, "Mu Tian Suo -Break !!!"

The Taiyu nationality turned around, and at the moment he turned back, the white stone pillars under his hands burst out of dazzling light, which was more shocking than Tiaoso's broken burst. Jiuzhong Shitai trembled together. I don't know who cried first and shouted "The pillar is about to fall!", Mu Tian disciples fled to all directions in all directions.

In the crying sound, a roots of Tiaoluo collapsed in the second three consecutive places.

The land collapsed.

The white stone pillar, which has been standing for thousands of years, collapsed, and a barefire rose from the stone base.

Light tens of millions of miles.

Northeast.

A monk stood on the murderous mulberry mound, overlooking the sky in the direction of the empty mulberry. The monk's appearance was mediocre, the Taoist described the dead, and the two were speechless. Only the bloody smell of the bloody smell swaying their sleeves. The light column continues for a minute, and it gradually dissipates after a minute.

"Amitabha," the monks closed their hands, "goodness and goodness."

"Don't be good, you can't be good." Lao Dao bears the dust, "The candle is shining in the eight directions, the twelve continents, the thirty -six islands ... know that he is back. The trouble is great."

The monk shakes his head: "Everything is the way, as the view."

"If you look at it?" Lao Dao laughed. "If you do n’t destroy Kunlun, your Buddhism is observed. Taiyi takes care of the coffin to help the wind, and your Buddha is observed. Thirty -six islands and continents, your Buddhist sect is observed. Jiuli cutting empty mulberry, your Buddhist sect is observed. Why? This time I plan to watch again? "

The monk said silently.

"Look at the view, the dead trees become a coffin!" Lao Dao laughed, "Where is the Buddha? Why do you have all beings! There is no dust and old Zen, you are not as good as your disciples!"

In the laughter, the old road took a step, one step out of the northeast, and the dust was separated from the left and right fog, and stepped into the desert.

"The Buddha has no phase, with audience beings. All beings have no phase, and they are all in shape."

Master Wuchen bowed his head and looked at the murderer.

There is a small village in Qiu, and the people of Zhuang come to the people. Regardless of the old woman, everyone is blue and white, her eyes are all black, and they have become stiff. Of course, it is stiff and cooked. It is said that the culprit plow mounds that were beheaded by the Taikoo Giant were overseas.

What is

What is the prisoner

No signature, no years.

"Cleaning is difficult, and the grievances are hard to solve."

Master Wuchen read the Buddha.

He sat in his knees and began to chant the Scripture spells. The purple golden light was emitted from him, shrouded in the fierce plow soil hills.

In the 12th year of Guiding, the third day of the Hai month.

Guiguzi entered the great wasteland alone, and Wuchen Chan alone suppressed the fierce plow.

………………………………

Southern Xinjiang, Wu people.

The bonfire was extinguished, and it had been two quarters now.

The young witch men and women under the altar looked at each other in dismay. They didn't know why the ceremony was interrupted halfway through.

Yes……

Did it fail?

None of the ten great witches in the clan walked down the altar to explain one or two things.

They all sat blankly on the altar, their eyes fixed on a dark, lacquered gold mask in the altar. Two quarters of an hour later, no one came back to their senses, and no one could believe what they had just seen... A vague figure appeared in the bonfire. He ran his fingers through the flames, touched the mask lightly, and glanced back at them.

After that, the phantom palm pressed down gently.

The bonfire goes out and the ceremony is interrupted.

From appearing to disappearing, it is only a short moment, but this moment is like ten thousand years.

"God of the Witch Race!"

Wu Xian jumped up, dragged his lame leg, and stumbled towards the residual fire where only ashes remained, and ran towards the deep black lacquer gold mask. Another handful of embers.

"Is that you? Are you back?"

He cried and laughed, howling like a child.

"you are back!"

Wu Luo staggered and took off the Wu Nuo mask with trembling hands, leaving a little vermilion clearly on the mask where the shadows touched. He stared at the spot of vermilion, with tears in his eyes, turned around abruptly, raised the mask high, lifted it to the sky, and shouted to the bottom of the altar:

"He is back!"

"He's really back!"

No matter young or old, male or female, everyone jumped up, cried together, and laughed together. While crying and laughing, someone hoarsely sang a congratulatory song passed down by the Wu people from generation to generation, a song that the people of the Wu people sang in unison around the bonfire when winter came to spring and everything was awakened.

"Xinxi my god, longevity is like a green pine."

"Happy to my god, like a white bird."

"Xinxi my god, as peaceful as a mountain."

"Xinxi Xinxi! My god is healthy!"

The prayers of the witches never ask God. The blessing song of the witches is not a song of pleading for shelter, nor a song of begging for blessing, but a song of praise and blessing, a song of mortals blessing the gods.