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The palace group on the edge of Wanshan Xinghai, that inconspicuous palace.

As the skinny old man of the Four Tribulations Immortal, he looked blankly at the five messenger phantoms kneeling below.

There are three stages of conjugation, and two stages of primordial spirits.

There were originally six people, but one of them was beheaded by Jiang Ci.

The skinny old man did not conceal this matter, and the only thing he did not disclose was the existence of the immortal prohibition.

The Yuanshen period died, but Jiang Ci's life and death were unknown, so he still asked these five people to search for Jiang Ci's trace.

"I'm very disappointed. It's been more than half a year now, and you haven't gained anything." The skinny old man's voice was indifferent.

The leaders of the five indigenous groups immediately begged for mercy.

This is a high-level immortal, and if he angers the immortal, he has no chance of life.

They have realized that this assassination mission.

Not just by chance, but also by disaster.

"I'll give you another half a year."

The skinny old man didn't say anything threatening, and that was enough.

The five aborigines were suddenly very anxious, and they hurriedly ended the interrogation and went to find the trace of Jiang Ci.

In the empty hall, the skinny old man frowned in thought.

He had reason to suspect that Jiang Ci triggered the explosion of the immortal ban on the natives of the Yuanshen period last time.

Because at that time the blond-haired middle-stage aborigines also met Jiang Ci in that area.

It is impossible for such a coincidence that the blond aborigines met Jiang Ci, and then the bald aborigines exploded.

"Did he die?"

This is the most crucial question.

With the strength of the remaining five natives, half a year is enough to complete the coverage search of Wanshan Xinghai.

If Jiang Ci hadn't died, he would have met him long ago.

"Maybe he is really dead, wait another half a year, if there is really no trace..."

At this time, there were panic footsteps and anxious voices.

"Master, please save me Qu Yingxing!"

A young-looking cultivator in the late stage of the Daoist Dao staggered in from outside the hall, and then knelt on the ground with a crying voice.

The skinny old man is the Immortal of Four Tribulations, and no one is allowed to fly in his palace.

Unless he is better than him...

"What's the matter?" The thin old man's thoughts were interrupted, and he was a little unhappy.

"Master, a few days ago, I, Qu Yingxing, had a cultivator who accidentally bumped into the Buddhist Qingshan Arhat.

As a result, Qingshan Luohan took my hometown Qu Yingxing into his Buddhist kingdom.

Now Qu Yingxing's hundreds of billions of lives are at stake, I beg Master..."

"Qingshan Luohan?" The skinny old man was shocked.

Then he interrupted the disciple's plea indifferently: "Give it up, Qing Shan is an Arhat for Nine Tribulations, so I can't help you with this."

"Master..." The young man's eyes were red.

"As long as you are still there, your Qu Yingxing lineage will not be cut off, go on!"

The youth clenched his fists and left unwillingly.

In the empty hall, only the skinny old man was left.

But at this time, he had no time to think about Jiang Ci any more.

"Qingshan Luohan took the way of killing in his early years, and wanted to realize the wonder of laying down his butcher's knife and becoming a Buddha on the spot.

So in the past 20,000 years, he has not killed any living beings again, why did he want to kill this time? "

"Strange thing, weird thing!"

This is equivalent to cultivating the closed-mouth mantra, and it is the same as if the gong was destroyed. After 20,000 years of work, all the previous work has been abandoned!

As for his disciple's home planet, he definitely wouldn't dare to help.

The other party is the long-established Nine Tribulation Arhat, he is only a Four Tribulation Immortal, out of reach.

...

The remote Buddhist domain, the core place, the Buddhist base camp.

There are golden glittering spiritual mountains standing in the starry sky.

On the top of one of the Lingshan Mountains, lightning flashes, as if to destroy all the demons in the world.

At this moment, a tall, angry-eyed King Kong was bathed in thunder.

Then he took a step forward and disappeared in place.

When he reappeared, he was already in a cave world.

This is the famous Qingshan Cave in the Buddha domain.

In Qingshan Cave, golden light is permeated, the spiritual energy is dense, and there is a peaceful Buddha sound that resounds in the heaven and earth.

Below is a huge area of ​​land. There are countless believers kneeling on the ground, muttering something, and their expressions are pious and fanatical.

When these believers saw Qingshan Luohan, they became even more fanatical.

In the sky above this cave world, there is a life planet hanging.

Unlike those fanatical believers, the hundreds of billions of beings on this life planet all knelt on the ground and kowtowed desperately for mercy.

There were also two cultivators in the early stage of joining the path, kneeling in the air and shouting.

"Qingshan Luohan, it's me who is wrong to wait, please forgive me and spare my life!"

"Buddhist saying that saving one life is better than building a seven-level pagoda, Arhat, my Qu Yingxing's hundreds of billions of beings are hundreds of billions of lives!"

They couldn't get out because there was an invisible formation that trapped the entire Qu Yingxing.

Qingshan Luohan stood in the air, his eyes lowered and his majestic voice sounded:

"Amitabha, all spirits in the world are guilty. If I don't kill you, how can you get rid of your sins?"

As soon as these words came out, some of Qu Yingxing's slightly stronger cultivators broke the net and cursed.

"Dead bald donkey, you can't die!"

"I curse you for the disintegration of the three-day avenue! From now on, you will be riddled with obstacles, and you will never be born again!"

Qingshan Luohan suddenly laughed angrily: "Haha, what if all kinds of evil and obstacles add to me,

I waited 50,000 years for a chance to inherit the Temple of the Underworld, and now the chance is gone.

Even if you slaughter hundreds of billions of your creatures, it will not quell the anger in my heart! "

Nine Tribulation Arhats are equivalent to Nine Tribulation Immortals, with a life span of up to 100,000 years.

He waited fifty thousand years for this chance.

Want to wait for the next one?

It is no longer possible!

If he wants to become a Bodhisattva, he can only find another way.

"Destroy!"

A roar like the sound of lion thunder resounded through Qingshan Cave.

Qu Yingxing disintegrated in an instant, and hundreds of billions of beings perished.

The next moment, there were hundreds of billions of fanatical believers on the land in the cave.

"Since the Kongming inheritance has no relationship with me, use these hundreds of billions of incense believers to help me reverse life and death!"

Qingshan Luohan seemed to be enchanted, but the golden light on his body was a bit fiery.

...

In the blink of an eye, another half year has passed.

In the land of the void, one of the temples of the void.

There are 999 steps, and each floor has a small part of the incomplete inheritance information of the Daoyin technique.

This part of the inheritance information must be digested before stepping onto the next level.

And there is a gradually increasing coercion on these steps, and the coercion increases by one point with each step.

Jiang Ci stood quietly on the 110th floor steps.

Five days later, a thick gray airflow circled into his body.

He opened his eyes, and there was a flash of divine light in his clear eyes.

"The strength of spiritual consciousness has increased by one thousandth. If this continues, after 999 steps are completed, the strength of my spiritual consciousness can at least double."

This is a windfall.