Legend of Swordsman Chapter 4947: I come from the world of Tongtian Buddha

The god-like celestial celestial body of the Big Belly Buddha has been shattered and shattered by the slash of thousands of swords.

The endless blood of God almost formed a river on the Bone Road, and everything in sight was filled with misery.

Jian Wushuang took advantage of his strength and awakened all the sword intent on this white bone road, so that he could easily defeat the Big Belly Buddha with the strength of Rank Six Dayan Immortal.

If not, it would be almost impossible to defeat it.

Looking at the immortal corpses all over the floor, Jian Wushuang restrained his mind and prepared to leave.

But at this moment, he felt a faint breath again.

The breath is faint but real, and very familiar.

Jian Wushuang was slightly startled in his heart, and looked straight in that direction, only to see a miserable figure among the countless huge corpses, struggling constantly.

"Impossible, why is he not dead yet?" He thought, hurriedly hurried back to the wreck of the big belly Buddha.

Waving his palms blasted the huge remains of the corpse, a bloody, extremely skinny figure came into his eyes.

"Ahem...I am finally relieved..."

The extremely skinny figure lay on the bone road soaked in the blood of God, with a voice of relief from his mouth.

Jian Wushuang frowned slightly. From the clothes on his body, he could see that it was a worn-out Zen clothing, and there was a huge Zen beads hanging around his neck.

This kind of dress, Jian Wushuang has seen it once in this great development.

The group of great monks who destroyed the heaven where the Sand Demon Cave is located are also dressed in this way.

Little is known about the origins of those great monks, only that they come from outside the big division's territory, and they are extremely terrifying existence.

There were many great monks who entered the Sand Demon Cavern, but only the empty wheel left Jian Wushuang the deepest impression.

The skinny figure now seems to be related to the group of great monks long ago.

"Could it be that he also came from the so-called Tongtian Buddha Realm?" Jian Wushuang thought to himself, condensing an invisible sword in his hand.

"Ahem..."

The skinny figure opened his mouth and vomited a big mouthful of blood, then collapsed on his back.

Only then did Jian Wushuang see his face clearly, his face was clear and thin, like an ascetic monk.

His eyes were facing each other, and the monk, who was already angry, suddenly got up with all his strength and knelt down facing him.

"Thank you... the good man gave me liberation, the song can't repay me..."

Jian Wushuang did not reply, stared at him without any relaxation, and finally said slowly, "Where did you come from and why are you here?"

With a light cough, the monk who claimed to be Xingge sat cross-legged on the road of white bones, his hands clasped together, "Since the monk asked about it, Xingge will tell the reason."

"My original trip song, from the world of Tongtian Buddhism, is an ascetic monk who travels in the universe of ten thousand realms and feels all kinds of suffering."

Hearing this sentence, Jian Wushuang's divine mind was a little shaken, just as he had imagined, this monk also came from the world of Tongtian Buddha.

The monk named Xingge continued to say to himself, "And the reason why I am here is purely because of the battle."

"That was the battle to destroy the old age and build a new heaven. All living creatures fell in that battle, and the heavenly domains that were attached to the old heaven also fell."

"Not only did the heaven fall, even the strong among them died, but the strong died, but the strongest were not beheaded."

"The strongest people have been banished to a tangible and intangible, intangible and intangible place. As for that place, this is here."

Xingge said, and pointed his thin palm to the ground.

"And I traveled there, that is, in the big division that I suggested later, I was inadvertently involved in that war, and was eventually banished here for various reasons."

Jian Wushuang heard this and said again, "Then why did you become the same as before?"

Xingge heard the words, two lines of clear tears welled up from the shriveled eye sockets, and finally he said, "Greed, I relied on myself and rejected the six desires, but finally did not escape the control of greed!"

"After I was exiled here, my mind was wounded, and then I was taken over by the gods, which evoked the ultimate greed in my heart, and became the evil Buddha. If it weren't for the good men to come here, I would destroy my evil body , I’m afraid I’ll be trapped here forever."

This brief conversation is now completely over, Jian Wushuang also got some secrets from Xingge's words.

The Dayan Immortals who were exiled in the endless sea were the strongest of the old heavenly courts before Zhen Wuyang created the heavenly court.

And this is a little bit different from Jian Wushuang's guess, he thought that the exiled here are some extremely evil Dayan immortals.

Ring song puts hands together, and there is relief in the dead eyes.

"Thank you, the good man, the song has been liberated, but when I am about to be liberated, I want to give the good man something."

As he said, his skinny palm touched the string of ring beads between his neck, and then took off the fist-sized ring in the middle.

In an instant, all the ring beads on his neck were turned into nothingness, only the one in his hand exuded a mysterious color.

Seeing such a ring bead, Jian Wushuang thought of another thing.

Under the sea of ​​blood in the Sand Demon Cavern, he had visited the empty chakra, and eventually he also gifted him a natal ring.

"Good man, the song has no retribution, so give this ring to the good man."

Jian Wushuang did not shirk off, after a little thought, he reached out and took the ring beads in his hand.

The ring beads are warm and cool, with a unique texture.

After that, Jian Wushuang said, "Do you know there is an ascetic monk named Konglun?"

The line song that was about to fall, after hearing the name taboo, his eyes suddenly opened to the maximum, "Empty, empty wheel?"

"My brother, his name is empty wheel. The good man has seen him? How good is he?"

Jian Wushuang sighed secretly in his heart, and then slowly said, "We have seen one before, and we have been discussing for a few days, and it was a good match. He is also an ascetic who measures the earth with his feet, but now he is probably already Passed away."

Xingge's whole body shook, and two lines of tears were left in his eyes again, and he didn't make any extreme moves.

After a while, he whispered in a low voice, "It's fine, it's time for me."

As his voice fell, the thin fairy body returned directly to nothingness, flowing out of stars, and finally all scattered on the road of bones.

A Rank 6 Dayan fairy fell.

Jian Wushuang was silent, looking at the black ring bead in his hand, and threw it into the Bo Yang bottle.

Xingge's death did not touch him too much. What he is thinking now is how to quickly leave this boneless road.

Here, it's not as quiet as he imagined. A Rank 6 Dayan Immortal is probably just the beginning.

Behind it is perhaps the most mysterious existence in Baigulu.