The Daily Life of the Immortal King

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When Hui woke up, she found herself and Peng Xiren entangled with a powerful spiritual thread.

“Brother Zheng! You finally woke up!” Peng Xiren cried, with a bit of horror on his face.

He felt that the sea of ​​consciousness burst, as if something was burning in the lungs, and in the center of the sea of ​​consciousness, a huge whirlpool appeared.

The whole sunken down, there is not even a drop of sea water inside.

“Well?” Hui felt something wrong, and was shocked to find that her memory had been tampered with.

He gently placed his paw on Peng Xiren’s head next to him, and found the same problem.

A small part of their memory was tampered with silently in the astrolabe.

It is already clear who the perpetrator of this incident is.

“Did the monk do it.” The frown frowned, and the emotions in his heart became complicated.

The backgammon board in front of me has not been completely played, but the monk has disappeared. The direction of the event is very clear.

Xie picked up a chess piece and broke it apart. A trace of the Buddha’s fire flowed out of the chess piece.

Looking at this horrible scene, I knew in an instant how the Golden Lantern monk did all this.

Pawns from the past…

It turned out that the monk had already started to make arrangements in the process of playing chess.

狰brows tightly knit.

I don’t understand why the monk did that.

Peng Xiren and his fingertips, Wang Daozu chose Peng Xiren as the True Disciple.

It stands to reason that the monk will not have much favor with Peng Xiren.

But now, such a game has been set up, using the Buddha fire hidden in the chess pieces to try to hide the fact that the Tian Tomb was discovered by Peng Xiren during the chess game.

Now, Xi fully understands.

All this was done deliberately by the monk.

He deliberately let him peer into Wang Ling’s spirit, and then was fainted by the mental backlash.

I also deliberately played against him, making him and Peng Xiren both hit.

“Monk…you think I can’t find out, you are too underestimate me.”

Her smile appeared bitterly.

He closed his eyes and pinched his fingers. The expression on his face immediately became complicated. He couldn’t help but glared at Peng Xiren: “Why don’t you wake me up sooner.”

Peng Xiren hung his head, like a child who made a mistake.

Peng Xiren has roughly understood the current situation.

The monk used the Buddha fire in the past to temporarily conceal the fact that “the heavenly tomb has been opened” that he had discovered earlier.

After the monk left, Peng Xiren pondered over the few words the monk said to him before he left.

Body and soul began to panic the grave god.

“That’s all…no wonder you. Who can think of a monk’s scheming, so deep.”

Her staring at Peng Xiren, he let out a sigh: “The monk’s move is to get rid of us and fight the grave god himself. This is an act of dying! You must help him!”

Just as he was about to get up, Peng Xiren suddenly screamed: “Don’t move your brother!”

He has an expression of pain on his face.

Peng Xiren felt a special pain due to the pulling of the spiritual thread entwined on their bodies.

“This monk, how dare…”

Only then did Xi notice the abnormality of this spiritual thread.

This is not an ordinary spiritual thread, but a Purdue Buddha thread that can be traced back to the soul… If the spiritual thread is torn off or taken away, Peng Xiren’s soul will be immediately transcended into the samsara.

Protecting Peng Xiren was originally a task left by Wang Daozu.

The monk considered him impossible and took the risk to spin, until Peng Xiren ignored him and forced him to leave the astrolabe to help him fight…

“What the hell does this monk want to do!” He was so angry that he overturned the chessboard on the spot with a bang.

The Purdue Buddha Line cannot be lifted forcibly.

So now I have to wait for the Buddha thread to disappear automatically…

There are two premises for automatic disappearance.

First, the spiritual strength of the monk has been exhausted, unable to maintain the power of the Buddha thread.

And second, the monk has died in battle…

This is the worst situation.

Before, Xi always wanted to rush the monk to leave, but actually wanted to find a chance to reach the tomb.

He has even figured out how to keep the monk in his chart.

As a result, the monk didn’t expect to start before him.

“Brother Fei, what shall we do now…” Peng Xiren knew that a catastrophe was imminent, and at this moment he really didn’t know what to do.

Sit down, looking down, thinking deeply.

What to do…

He doesn’t know what to do!

The only thing I can do now is to sit down and shout Amitabha…

……

On the other side, after trapping Gui and Peng Xiren in the astrolabe, the monk is also looking for the location of the tomb.

He extracted the shadowed memory of Peng Xiren, merged it into his own sea of ​​consciousness, and found the location of the tomb in the sky.

There is a smell of gunpowder in this cosmic space without any stars.

The monk can definitely feel that there has been a fierce battle here before.

“Is it a hidden entrance.” The monk is slightly frowned.

Wang Daozu hid the heavenly tomb here. It is true that even the monk had never thought about it. If Peng Xiren’s memory was not refined, I am afraid he would never be able to find the accurate position of the heavenly tomb in the huge infinite galaxy. .

The monk opened the 卍字曈 and once again used the power of the Buddha’s fire to bless his pupils to observe what happened before he came here.

As a result, he saw the old woman whose soul was ignited and died in pain while screaming…

“Escape…Run away…”

The old woman snarled exhaustedly.

With the burning soul, it finally turned into nothingness.

The monk folded his hands together, chanted the rebirth curse silently in his heart, and performed a ceremony on the poor guardian of the heavenly tomb.

The god of the grave was as cruel as he had thought.

He knew that the old woman’s soul had been burned, and he couldn’t enter the reincarnation ceremony… His current transcendence probably won’t have any effect.

But the monk still wants to do that.

The monks take compassion as their heart, and seeking to obtain is a psychological comfort.

“Monk, are you alone here.”

A few seconds later, a familiar silhouette appeared in front of the monk.

It is the voice of the grave god, but…the body is not the original body of the grave god.

“You stole the gratifying fleshy body?” The monk stared at the person in front of him, his eyes slightly taken aback.

The person in front of me looks like Peng Xiren’s delicate and pretty handsome face, but his pupil color and hair color have changed.

Purple eyes, purple hair… everything is a color full of evil smell.

There is a small horn on the forehead.

“If it wasn’t for the purpose of dissolving the soul bond with him, it would not be a bad idea. But fusing into his body has an unexpected benefit. It is within this tomb, I can gallop freely… …The Dao ancestor, he can’t bear to start with his treasured discipline.” The grave god snered.

He released his breath slightly, and the monk suddenly felt violent wind erupted ahead! The robes on the body danced wildly in the wind, and the huge oppression force with a crushing dry weeds and smashing rotten wood oppression overturned forward!

“It’s so strong…” The monk was surprised in his heart.

He felt like he was swaying like a tree branch in the wind.

The tomb god of the peak period, too terrifying!

He is surging with purple evil light, and his aura is constantly improving, like the king of the universe overlooking the world! Primal Chaos Qi rushed into the sky, sweeping over half of the infinite galaxy!

That kind of power is beyond the monk’s imagination.

“Monk… Are you here to save yourself?”

Not waiting for the monk’s response, the grave god changed his body, and he instantly moved behind Jin Lan, and opened his hands to hold the monk’s smooth head.

Who would not think that this terrifying scene, like the first creation of the universe, was only caused by squeezing the head of a monk…