stjorthotic Chapter 580
Chapter 580
Chapter six hundred and eleventh chapters call the Buddha, nowhere to look back! !
Jiuxiao Mountain!
Thousands of miles away, in all directions, hundreds of thousands or even millions of onlookers have gathered.
The crowd of black and heavy people shook their heads, occupying an extremely vast territory.
Among them, most of the human race cultivator, there are also Zen monks, monster race, ghost race, Devil Dao and many others.
This battle is destined to draw an end to the old era, and the new era is about to begin. This battle is destined to fall apart.
In Jiuxiao Temple, Long Qiuxue had already dismissed all disciples.
This is a desperate situation with ten deaths and no life, Long Qiuxue is not a cruel person, she has to leave a continuation of the incense for the Jiuxiao Temple.
“Step Dage, I don’t want to go!”
Thousands of female disciples, all dressed in fluttering clothes and beautiful faces, had to leave the Jiuxiao Mountain of Life for decades, even hundreds, thousands of years.
Liu Mengli’s crying pears brought the rain, she bit her pink lips tightly, and the corners of her mouth were infiltrated with scarlet.
Bu Weihua looked at the woman in front of him with a smile, and stretched out his hand to gently caress her smooth skin.
“Mengli, live well, you must live better than anyone else!”
Liu Mengli’s mind for Bu Fei Fei, Bu Fei Fei is naturally clear, but he is now chased by the great masters of the heavens and has no way to enter the earth, how can he express his heart to such an innocent girl?
If you confess, it will only increase mutual sadness!
“Step Dage, don’t worry, I will take good care of the ossicles, I die, yes, ossicles, can’t die!”
Long Qiuxue spent much effort to refine a Sumeru mustard seed, and even put living things in it.
After Bu Feihua settled the small bones, Liu Mengli would take this Sumeru mustard seed to accompany the small bones to the end of the world.
“If Xiaogu wakes up one day, you tell her that the luckiest thing in my life in this extraordinary step is to accept her as a disciple!”
“If I still have a chance to reincarnate in my next life, tell Xiaogu, let me worship her as a teacher!”
After saying this, Bu Feihua turned around and left.
Looking at Bu Feihua’s arrogant back, Liu Mengli’s clear tears couldn’t stop falling.
Yes, it should be so!
There is such a kind of person in this world who would rather die than lose!
The Six Combinations and Eight Wastes are already shrouded by many quasi holy Qi machines, and Bu Fei Fei and Long Qiuxue are the focus of attention.
What the two of them can do is to let Liu Mengli take Hua Xiaogu away. The remaining disciple disciples can walk as much as possible.
Back to the Ice Palace, Bu Feihua sat cross-legged on the hospital bed.
Long Qiuxue on the opposite side did not face the despair of desperation, only calmness and tranquility.
“Ye Dieyi guards the youngest and best-qualified group of female disciples. It is estimated that they can break through the blockade!”
Hearing Bu’s extraordinary voice, Long Qiuxue showed her teeth like milky jade and smiled softly.
“It’s a pity that you have been firmly locked in by the old man from Xuandu and the son of Guangcheng, the spirit of Our Lady of the Golden Spirit, otherwise I can help you escape!”
“There is a prehistoric power dormant in the small bones, which can force Sage to investigate, but me?! But there is an ant, and the quasi-sage who carries the Xiantian Lingbao can lock me tens of thousands of miles away if he wants to!”
“So, I can’t leave with Xiaogu, I can only pray for Mengli’s health!”
“I hope my death can let this storm pass as soon as possible!”
Bu Feifein said a lot, worried about Liu Mengli, and hoped Xiaogu would wake up soon, but he had no fear of Death.
“Play a song for me!”
Long Qiuxue smiled freely, stretched out a scallion white jade finger, and gently tapped his brow.
Bu Feihua looked startled, then smiled, and took out Fuxi Qin.
“Zheng!”
The melodious piano music came out, this time the step was not deliberately controlled, so the sound waves rippled violently in all directions.
Above Jiuxiao Mountain, the golden sacred cloud was permeating, and in a blink of an eye it has enveloped thousands of miles of land.
The melodious and long sound of the piano that contains the charm of Heavenly Dao reaches the ears of all living beings.
“This is a holy level no, this is a greater temperament than a holy level piano skill, this is playing at every step!”
The millions of onlookers were silent at this moment, and even the power of Daluo Jinxian and the mighty power of the quasi-sage realm were rare in silence.
The noise is not there, only the long-standing rhythm remains.
“Bu Feihua is really amazing. He has already become famous. This old era has ended for him, and this life will not be in vain!”
“Should have become a Confucian sage, but heaven-defying acts, Heavenly Dao can’t tolerate it!”
Some Confucian scholars are feeling, sighing, and mourning for the younger generation of Confucianists.
The golden lotus is born in the void, and the golden Lotus flower is scattered one after another, and the heaven and the earth are peaceful.
Accompanied by the vision of heaven and earth, a cold song suddenly penetrated into the sky.
“The moon splashes Galaxy Cluster, a long road
The wind and smoke are exhausted, and the shadow is faint! ”
“Who told me to do Bufan,
Who makes me love-hate dilemma,
Later, I just broke my heart.”
This song is not so loud, but it hits the softest part of every creature’s heart.
Jiuxiao Mountain, in the Ice Palace!
Along with Bu’s extraordinary singing, Long Qiuxue was enveloped in a faint mist.
That was Sage Qi machine, and Long Qiuxue actually established contact with Heavenly Dao again.
However, Long Qiuxue’s willow leaves curled her eyebrows tightly, because Heavenly Dao was so close, it was difficult for her to feel it.
Bu Feihua had already let go of his mind, and his singing continued to drift.
“The fantasy world is empty, the grievances rest
She is enlightened, and the six dusts remain unchanged! ”
“And angry and sad and mad
A man, a ghost, a monster
It’s just a debt! ”
“This song must be sung by Bu Feihua. It’s rare, but it’s not amazing enough!”
“It’s true. Although we have eight Confucianism, this song is too mysterious. The Confucianism and Taoism of the past and the present, no one has figured out a one-two-three on this one!”
There are Confucian scholars discussing, whispering, and suddenly, the singing voice that echoes in the territory of 100,000 miles changes suddenly.
“Call the Buddha, look back without a shore,
Kneel one person as a teacher, life and death have nothing to do,
The real and false realms of good and evil in the floating world,
The dust is scattered and unclear,
It’s hard to tell! ”
The high-pitched singing sound was like a crumbled river, more like a sharp sword, almost piercing the sky of the prehistoric world.
“I want this iron rod to be useful, so what if I have this change,
Still uneasy or melancholy, the golden hoop takes the lead, I still want to say it! ”
In the world, except for the sound of the piano and singing, there is no sound.