When the officer on thehelicopter saw this, the whole man was so shocked that he could not help sighing softly:"with one Master, hundreds of troops will be broken and thousands of miles of blood will...Lin Seven Night drives a somersault cloud, following the golden figure in saffron robes.

Saffron robes, somersault clouds. In line with these two items at the same time, apart from Sun WuKong, who defeated the Buddha in a fight, Lin Qiyi could not think of anyone else.

Lin Qiyi never knew much about Sun WuKong's illness, and now it is naturally a good opportunity to get in touch with Sun WuKong himself a hundred years ago. He wants to see what happened to Sun WuKong at that time.

seemed to notice the smell of Lin Qi Night, and the figure flying in front of him in a somersault cloud suddenly hovered in the air.

he looked back and saw that an ancient ape in a cassock was frowning and gazing at Lin Qi Night, his golden eyes flashing with doubt.

is really Sun WuKong.

when Lin Qi Night saw his true appearance, he made up his mind.

compared with Sun WuKong in the hospital, Sun WuKong looks more sacred, without the looming demon spirit, let alone fierce eyes, the golden monkey hair exudes a faint halo, and those eyes are like autumn lakes.

he stood there like a real fighting Buddha. Not the Great Sage of Heaven.

"who are you Why do you also know how to somersault " The fighting over the Buddha frowned and looked at Lin Seven Nights and asked.

Lin was silent for a moment, and was about to say something, when he defeated the Buddha and then said, "are you also a disciple of Lao Zu"

Lin was stupefied for seven nights. He responded quickly and nodded and replied:

"exactly."

Sun WuKong's master is the Bodhi ancestor of the oblique Moon Sanxing Cave. His avatar is basically a professor of Laozu, and the somersault cloud is also among them.

in Sun WuKong's opinion, it seems impossible for him to somersault except that he is a disciple of Bodhi.

Lin was worried that he didn't know how to explain his identity. Sun WuKong took the initiative to throw out this answer, and he naturally had to answer it.

Dou defeated the Buddha with a slight nod. Without asking any more questions, the eyes looked back at the fog sweeping in the distance, frowned and galloped away again.

Lin followed him for seven nights.

the closer he got to the border, the more indescribable horror rose in Lin Qinight's heart, as if something was staring at him from the fog.

Lin Qi Night looked at the dark fog in the distance and was lost in thought.

he thought that the fog that invaded the summer a hundred years ago was no different from the fog he saw, but now it doesn't seem to be the case.

before, he was surprised that the legendary fog that fell a hundred years ago could make the gods wither and destroy everything, but through his own personal experience of entering the fog several times, the lethality of the fog did not seem to be as terrible as it had been said.

among other things, two years ago, the Egyptian gods flew in the fog with the summer city, and did not see how much their divine power withered, and human ceilings like Zhou Ping could walk briefly in the fog without any protective measures.

now it seems that the fog of extinction that fell a hundred years ago is not at all the same level as the fog that Lin saw in the seven nights.

the fog Lin has seen in seven nights is gray and white, while the fog of extinction that reappears through the silhouette of time is as black as ink. Even if he does not enter the fog, he can feel the stillness in it.

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he had a hunch that if he entered the black fog in front of him, he would not live for a minute.

as he and the fighting over the Buddha continue to approach the fog, there are more and more great summer gods around him.

Thunder Gong and his mother bombarded the fog with thunder for a long time, but they failed to stop it, and their faces were extremely ugly. They flew to the separation of the Queen Mother of the West, who stood high in the air, and saluted bitterly:

"to your Majesty, your subordinates are incompetent."

"it's not your fault." The Queen Mother of the West said softly, "go and have a rest."

looking at the two people retreating to one side dejectedly, the Queen Mother of the West flashed a touch of helplessness in her eyes, and her afterlight swept around. She saw Lin Qi Night coming in the clouds and sent a message to her:

"Lin Qi Nights, come to me."

when Lin heard the voice of the Queen Mother of the West in the seventh night, he was stunned at first, and then quickly drove the somersault cloud to the side of the Queen Mother of the West in the air.

Lin Qi Night raised his hand to salute and looked around. He saw that the other great summer gods were looking for the weakness of the fog without paying attention to it. This lowered his voice and asked, "Lady, this is..."

"I know what you want to ask." The Queen Mother of the West slowly closed her eyes. "I replay this scene with a Kunlun mirror for my own purpose."

Lin Qi Night thought for a moment and asked tentatively, "it has something to do with Kunlun Xunnei, the continuous Jianshan"

the Queen Mother of the West raised her eyebrow and seemed to have no idea that Lin Qinight could guess this. She nodded and replied, "Yes, I have forged swords for a hundred years and built Kunlun Jian ruins. Now it is only the last step." This step is of vital importance. "

"what does casting a sword have to do with reflecting history" Lin was puzzled at seven nights.

"all things in the world have spirituality, and the sword is the first of ten thousand soldiers, and spirituality is even more so." The Queen Mother of the West said faintly, "when you cast a sword in the world, you can only cast its body, not its soul. Only by forging its soul with will, can it be spiritually connected with God only when it is cast into the front of the sword."

after listening to the words of the Queen Mother of the West, Lin seemed to understand.

probably means that only forging the body of the sword is not enough, it is necessary to inject "meaning" into the sword and let the sword produce "emotion" in order to truly communicate spiritually.

but... How to inject "meaning" and let the sword give birth to "emotion"

while Lin was meditating, the great summer gods in front of the fog were already in a state of anxiety.

several shadows rushed out of the dark fog, and the dim light of their whole body was extremely dim. Like birds with broken wings, they staggered to the ground and coughed violently. Every time they coughed, a large amount of black fog gushed out of their bodies and looked haggard.

"Huanglong is a real person, red sperm, afraid of leaving grandchildren!"

A fat-headed and big-eared monk, dressed in a monk's robe, rushed to them at full speed. A mass of Buddha light poured into the three men from the palm of his hand, trying to force out the black fog for them, but could not shake them at all.

"Don't waste your time, canopy." No, the messenger of Pure altar. " Huanglong coughed twice and smiled pale. "it's a little unaccustomed to call you that after you get the right fruit," he said. "

"three Golden Immortals, how are things in the fog"

". It's not good. " Huanglong shook his head. "after flying for a few miles in the fog, we were attacked by seven or eight waves of strange monsters, and their numbers were far more terrifying than we thought. If we hadn't come back soon, we were afraid that after the divine power had completely withered, we would be besieged to death by them."there were ripples in the eyes as calm as the lake, and her white hands were slightly curled up and clenched into fists.recollection, helplessness, bitterness, pain, anger.she knew full well that ever...