GBP Chapter 624: Sincerity in the Southern Region (page 12)
Chapter 624: Sincerity in the Southern Region (page 12)
"In the world of supernatural powers, the most precious thing for a monk is his life, because each person only has one life, but not the spiritual treasure. A monk's life should be spent like this: when he recalls the past, he will not give up because of the powerful spiritual treasure. If you use it, you will regret it, and you will not be ashamed because you have the treasure of incarnation to die for.
When he attained enlightenment, he could say that the spiritual treasure I had spent countless years and all my energy refining had made an outstanding contribution to my magnificent spiritual practice - to achieve the soul and live forever in the world of Shunyi. , this treasure is really of great use.
Instead of me fighting life and death, Lingbao is watching the sea and drinking tea! I have never seen such a shameless spirit treasure! "
Jiang Moshu narrowed his eyes slightly and roared viciously in the coffin. He was hoarse at the top of his voice, as if he was heartbroken and hurt deeply. Fortunately, in the coffin, in order to express all feelings, you must be sincere, otherwise the gentle eyes in his eyes must be sincere. , it is rare to have two lines of tiger tears.
"Otherwise, what can I do if those emperors in the Southern Region refuse to fight?"
The second spirit curled his lips, stood with his hands behind his back, and said in a very aggrieved tone, "Besides, my second spirit is not reflected by you. Do you still need me to tell you what you are like?"
Jiang Moshu was at a loss for words. Zheng Jingxing's words were correct. The second spirit could not control gods and demons. If he stayed in Mingtan Sect, there would be some flaws. He could only stay in the Southern Territory to guard against the emperor. As a result, the emperor of all the Southern Territory Heavens could not control them at all. Not giving any chance to the four surnames and two sects, they just defended the Central Plains Demonic Territory without revealing any flaws.
Under this situation, Zheng Jingxing drank tea and watched the clouds and the sea every day. A group of golden elixirs from the Long family kept the Long family in order, and the other surnames and sects arranged everything in the sea area properly, and everyone It is said that thanks to the blessing of the golden jade unicorn, the Southern Territory gained stability in the abyss of calamity...
Jiang Moshu was so jealous that his eyes turned green.
"I don't care. In the first formation, Tanzong was destined to end up with gods and demons. Why should you be in the second formation? If I don't let you move a few times, I'm afraid that the Xuan Mizhu will lose its magic! What's more, with Zheng Jingxing's arrogance, Nature, how can you lag behind others when you fight to win? If you win, the unicorn will show its power to the world. If you lose...
Jiang Moshu had a cold smile on his face and said sinisterly, "Just put the shit basin that Zheng Jingxing died in on the body of Beijiang Buddha Vein."
Framing someone to blame?
Blood splattered on the Buddha's body?
The second soul sighed and chuckled twice, "I, forget about your laziness, how could you be so sinister?! I don't know who you learned this from..."
However, seeing the serious look on Jiang Moshu's face, the Second Soul knew that he couldn't escape this time. He could only lament silently at this moment, fearing that his leisurely days would be gone forever.
Nowadays, there are more and more tea cups, and there are only two lids. Jiang Moshu is as tired as a dog, but his second spirit is leisurely in the southern region. Could it be that his conscience has been eaten by a dog? Or maybe I have no conscience in the first place.
Zheng Jingxing was thinking wildly in the mourning platform, while opposite Jiang Moshu was already furious.
"You have no conscience, get out of here and go to the battlefield to decide whether to live or die!"
Among all the thoughts spent on refining the magic weapon, Xuan Mizhu was undoubtedly the magic weapon that Jiang Moshu refined the most, even more so than Qingsuo, the sword of robbery and killing, so much so that even he himself didn’t know how far he had gone in refining it. , or to put it another way, 70% of the cultivation insights provided by the shadow villain have been invested in the Xuan Mizhu, but they have not yet come to an end.
However, Jiang Moshu can confidently say that the current sacrifice of Xuan Mizhu must be far better than that of the green-robed ancestor in the unknown world.
Therefore, the mysteries of Yingxin are really not worth mentioning, and forget it on weekdays. At this moment, in his own spiritual platform, how can the second soul hide his thoughts from the main body.
"I know, I'll just do as you are told, but let's make an agreement first. Using Lei Yun's words, I only promise to fight, not win..." Zheng Jingxing's extremely handsome face couldn't help but reveal a hint of helplessness.
Fortunately, the Long family's business is on the right track, and their luck seems to have become better inexplicably. There are a few good seedlings. If it is stimulated by Zheng Jingxing's death, it is impossible to go further.
"It's best if you win. Even if you lose, it doesn't matter. If you pour dirty water on the Buddha's veins in Northern Xinjiang, you'll still earn money with your blood!" Jiang Moshu nodded simply, and then watched the virtual form of the second soul slowly dissipate in the air. In the spiritual platform.
Jiang Moshu slowly opened his eyes and looked at the monk from Heitian Temple in the field, with a hint of coldness in his eyes.
Am I committing suicide now and exchanging Qilin for Tathagata? Since we are scheming against each other, we will naturally resort to any means.
The Buddha's veins have magical powers? Dingzong Buddha is tyrannical? Do you know what it means to end up with nothing? Although Zheng Jingxing has a fake identity and is not lucky, he can be used very easily to throw dirty water.
Jiang Moshu put one hand behind his back and held the bone blade in the other, feeling very relieved in his heart. Unfortunately, except for a few souls, no one in the world understood the truth of Zheng Jingxing's death today. It was really a wink for a blind man to see.
He waited with great interest for the good show that was about to take place. After all, as long as Zheng Jingxing died, it would be like driving a nail into the coffin of Beijiang Buddha Lineage, and there would be no possibility of turning over.
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In fact, from the perspective of the immortal soul, many things are not worth fighting for at all, but many things have to be fought for, even if they may die.
Monks have extraordinary power and will not fight desperately for gold. The golden elixir has already determined their path and they will not covet it for one or two magic tricks.
But when it comes to the stage of Yuan Shen, competing with the demon sage, competing with the emperor to determine the strength and weakness, what they want is very different. You can't understand it in the Qi accumulation stage, and you can't see it if you focus on it. If you can understand the golden elixir, you can get it. One point... There is only the mirror lake in front of the door. The spring breeze has not changed the old waves. In fact, what has not changed is the Yuanshen Immortal who is calm and happy in the scenery of the lake and mountains.
In the heaven and earth, one has to look at things for a long time, and one should look at things with a broad view. How can a person have no luck? As long as his path is not cut off, he will eventually be able to recover one day. This truth is now taken for granted by all the souls, especially with the fate of the Tan. This living example of Zong is particularly eye-catching.
The Ming Tan Sect gained the master of Xing Tian, so they fought back to the Tian Sect, and the Southern Territory also had talents that were equally difficult to ignore, shining brightly in both heaven and earth, making the emperor praise them and the demon saints sighing.
Let’s talk about the wonderful appearance of the unparalleled unicorn, the gold and jade, the lightning that strikes down the sky and the earth, the fire that reflects the arrogance, the life and death that can be seen as casual as usual, the fear of the tide of war, the chase of the dragon and the death, and the regret of all living beings that he is not a human emperor.
There are immortals who are not ashamed to follow and count the accounts, fierce gods and demons bow down and pay homage, and the sky collapses and shoulders are not empty, bowing and exhausting, staggering with clang, I think the fragrance of humanity will eventually flow.
Zheng Jingxing took a deep breath, glanced meaningfully in the direction of Mingtan Sect, and immediately took a step forward in Qing Mingzhong. The exquisite and clear archway had already appeared in Jinyu Daozi's palm.
At the feet of the Southern Territory Qilin, clouds surged like the sea, boundless, and countless thunder and fire intertwined into a dragon-shaped brilliance. The lightning rushed forward like a startling rainbow, supporting his figure, reflecting half white and half black. The hair is very shocking.
Just like at the end of the sea of clouds, the God of Thunder is roaring, asking what is going on in the world, has there been turmoil for a long time?
Taozi calls the dragon to plow the smoke, crossing the waves, and answers the cannibalistic cold, I'm here to break it!
In an instant, the Beijiang Yuanshen and the demon saints of all the courts sighed quietly. Even if the scene in front of them had been expected, it was enough to shock people's hearts when they really saw it. Qilin was indeed Qilin. With his body as a boat, he could Thunder is an oar, so it has to be hit hard.