Chapter 1316 (2/2)

From the natural disaster, there is a tune, just like the sounds of nature, beautiful to the extreme. Everyone seemed to be baptized. At this moment, their cultivation improved.

But Jinlian Buddha was shocked and said, ”no!”

This tune seems to be a wonderful sound of the fairy way. It has the power of law and comes from the remote time and space, but it has a strong sense of rejection with this world.

Rejected by the universe!

A lot of people react in the next second and scream in horror, because they are fast changing the way!

Soul and bone are becoming the purest energy to feed the world.

The little demon buried his head deeply in Su Bai's arms, and his expression was extremely scared. He said timidly, ”in my memory, this natural disaster once killed xianzun. It's thirty-three natural disasters!”

Boom!

It seems that there is a feeling in the nothingness, the starry sky vibrates, and the long river of time is abandoning the waves.

Thirty three disasters, which is known as the top ten disasters from ancient times to modern times!

The thirty-three calamities have thirty-three thunderclouds, each of which is a heavy day.

Every heavy day, there are different big terrors.

There was an Immortal Emperor who personally deduced this kind of natural disaster, and it is not known how this kind of natural disaster was formed, but it was contaminated with the great cause and effect. In his later years, he died miserably, and the invincible Immortal Emperor's breath spread throughout the universe.

The avenue whines and pours endless blood rain.

Under the dark red thunder cloud, a sky thunder cleaves, and the Golden Lotus Buddha's bones and tendons break in an instant. Only a group of soul light rushes out from the dilapidated body, struggling violently against the sky thunder.It's like a desperate person who is suffering from the scourge of heaven.

In the soul light, there is a dark red light eroding.

There is nothing hidden in the body of Jinlian Buddha. The light of Buddha and the evil spirit erupt together and intertwine with each other.

These two opposing forces intertwined into a Taiji diagram, achieving a clever balance.

”What's this?” The demon's heart was shocked and his eyes were burning.

The same body of Buddha and demon is actually such a rebellious way of cultivation.

As the strongest genius of the ancient demon palace, Yaoxin naturally met his real immortal and got guidance. His vision is far beyond ordinary people.

He didn't expect that there was such a way to use evil spirit. Although the same body of Buddha and demon can not be adopted, some ideas can be used for reference. He believes that from now on, he will certainly be able to make a further progress.

The dark red light on the soul light is being dispelled.

However, the more terrifying thunder falls, one after another, endlessly, which makes Jinlian Buddha hard to take care of.

This starry sky, is reflected as a dark red, as if in a bloody hell.

Even from a long distance, you can feel the terrible power, enough to split stars.

The body of Jinlian Buddha is almost a mass of flesh and blood, and there is no human form. The soul light is also tottering, just like a candle that is about to go out.

”Not after all.”

”Ha ha, is this kind of natural calamity that a little monk at the top of the golden elixir can survive?”

”Sometimes, talent is too strong. It's also a kind of misfortune to be envied by heaven.”

Many people sneer and see that the breath of Jinlian Buddha is getting weaker and weaker, and their faces are indifferent. If this kind of natural calamity is a great monk, it is possible for him to survive depending on his all-out cultivation.

A friar of golden elixir will die!

The breath of Jinlian Buddha is very weak. Su Bai feels his condition and frowns deeply.

In such a desperate situation, Jinlian Buddha's desire for survival is also extremely strong. The light and evil spirit of the Buddha rush out, wrapping his spirit and resisting in the thunder.

Although full of holes, but still by virtue of tenacious will, always hanging a breath.

If you survive, it must be the spring of withered wood!