Chapter 419 Waiting to Die

Where there is snow, there is Bai Yujing.

Where the snowflakes fall is Bai Yujing's territory.

Heavy snowflakes floated in the sky, constantly streaking through the air. Everything where the snowflakes fell was soaked in a layer of frost.

The weather suddenly changed, from the bright spring scenery with birds singing and the fragrance of flowers to the dead coldness of winter.

Pedestrians in Bailiu City exclaimed and ran home one after another, picking up their quilts or putting on their coats directly.

In that place where the snowflakes were falling, time seemed to slow down. The movement of the Buddha's shadow holding the flowers was no longer smooth, and it slowed down ten times in an instant.

"Bai Yujing's people!" Dragon Subduing Arhat frowned, changed direction with his fingers, and suppressed Bai Yufu.

Only when you truly face the Buddha's smile, will you know what kind of terrifying power this finger contains.

Cut off all time and space, all information, all flaws, and all vitality.

Seeing the suppressed Buddha holding the flower's fingerprints, a thought flashed in Bai Yufu's mind: "It can't be stopped!"

But fortunately, he doesn't need to block him, because he is a monk of Bai Yujing. Where there are snowflakes, the monks of Bai Yujing can survive.

"touch~"

The flower finger fell on Bai Yufu's body, and Bai Yufu exploded like a snowman, turning into snowflakes all over the sky.

Then the snowflakes in the void quickly gathered together and formed Bai Yufu again.

There are fragments of Juntian in the ancient legend in Baiyujing. As long as he is enveloped in Juntian's domain, he is immortal.

Juntian can also be called Immortal Heaven! It can also be called Haotian!

"Difficult to deal with! The people in Bai Yujing are all idiots." Fuhu Arhat frowned.

"Bai Yufu, do you also want to interfere with the affairs of my Dalin Temple?" The Dragon Subduing Arhat said in a domineering voice at this time: "The Golden Pill of Ten Thousand Tribulations is the Golden Pill of Ten Thousand Tribulations of my Dalin Temple. Anyone who dares to get involved will definitely die."

"Oh?" Bai Yufu stood in the snowstorm, seeming to be integrated with the snowstorm: "I don't agree with your words. Since the Golden Pill of Ten Thousand Tribulations has been lost, it no longer belongs to Dalin Temple. You are the most important Buddhist disciple. Yuanfa, since the Golden Pill of Ten Thousand Calamities is lost, it means that our fate with your Dalin Temple is over, why do you still insist on it?"

"Since the Golden Elixir of Ten Thousand Tribulations has wandered into the world, of course it will be chased by all the heroes in the world." Bai Yufu said with a smile.

"I think what Bai Yufu said makes sense. Since the Golden Pill of Ten Thousand Tribulations is wandering in the rivers and lakes, it means it is destined to be with the heroes in the rivers and lakes." Ancestor Zhu Wuneng took small steps, and the waves of mist behind him followed him.

"That's right! Since the Golden Elixir of Ten Thousand Tribulations has wandered into the rivers and lakes, all the heroes in the world will chase it away." The Taoist White Bones climbed out of the mud like a man or a ghost.

Seeing the heroes from the Middle Earth gathering together, the Eighteen Arhats' hearts became gloomy, and their eyes already had the intention of retreating.

Now is the great opportunity for Dalin Temple to take advantage of the troubled times to re-emerge. It would be too uneconomical to fight against the heroes of the world for a golden elixir of all calamities.

For Dalin Temple, the most important thing right now is to integrate into China, take the opportunity to take root and become a part of China.

Although Dalin Temple has been rooted in the Middle Earth for five thousand years, it has always been excluded from the circle of Qi practitioners in the Middle Earth. Now that all the major forces in the world are reshuffling, it is an opportunity for Dalin Temple.

But the Golden Pill of Ten Thousand Tribulations is really too important!

If it were before the great changes in the world, everyone would be able to live forever, and as long as the cultivation level is broken, everyone could live for thousands of years casually, and the Golden Pill of Ten Thousand Tribulations would not seem that important.

At that time, there were too many ways to extend life.

But not now!

The road to immortality is broken!

Of all the qigong practitioners, which one has never done evil?

Want to gain heavenly merit?

I'm afraid you want to eat farts!

Just like Bai Yufu, every time he appears, he changes the environment of the world and kills countless flowers and plants. This is all caused by karma.

When everyone takes action, is there any time when the sky is not shattered and the earth is not shattered, affecting all living beings in all directions?

Do you still want the merits of heaven?

It's just a dream.

Some people are thinking about how to obtain merit, while some people simply give up on themselves and think about how to fight against the disasters in the world.

Looking at the great monks who were constantly gathering, Saint Gongyang's expression turned gloomy and he turned to look at Wu Ziwan.

Wu Ziwan's eyes met Gongyang Saint's.

Then the sage Gongyang had already made a decision in his heart: "You go first, and I will take the lead."

Block the heroes and buy Wu Ziwan time to escape.

Wu Ziwan looked at Saint Gongyang and moved his lips, wanting to say something, but he swallowed it in the end.

If I say that I don’t have the Golden Elixir, who among the powerful people present will believe it?

Not to mention all the powerful people, even my own master would never believe it.

Believe it or not, if he tells Saint Gongyang now that he has not obtained the Golden Elixir of All Tribulations, he has been plotted against him, Saint Gongyang will turn around and throw him away?

He doesn't care about his life or death at all.

He wants to live!

He is still young. Even if the world changes drastically, he still has at least two thousand years to live.

He didn't want to die, so he had to trouble the Gongyang Saint to take over the job for him.

Wu Ziwan turned around and ran away. A pair of wings sprouted from his back. When the wings shook, his whole body turned into sound waves.

"Where to go!"

Taoist White Bones took action, trying to stop Wu Ziwan.

The divine light of the sword in Saint Gongyang's hand circulated, and it suddenly struck at the Taoist White Bones.

The White-bone Taoist had just touched the threshold of disaster when he was knocked to pieces by the Gongyang Saint as soon as he came face to face with him.

At this time, the wind and snow gathered in the sky, turning into a big hand that covered the sky and the sun, rushing towards the direction where Wu Ziwan was escaping, trying to stop Wu Ziwan.

Sound waves are invisible and formless, but they actually appear as ripples in the white snow.

The white snow gathered into a big hand and was about to make the sound wave into a circle.

Saint Gongyang's expression changed when he saw this: "Male!"

Saint Gongyang emitted an invisible wave all over his body, and in an instant, countless words in the vast world disappeared.

Disappeared on paper, disappeared in people's minds, and converged on the sword of the Gongyang Saint.

Bai Xue was split open, and a crack opened in his big hand. Wu Ziwan escaped along the crack.

Bai Yufu tried to intercept again, but it was already too late.

The opponent's speed is really too fast!

Several times the speed of sound!

Moreover, Bai Yufu had just entered the realm of calamity. Faced with the blow of Saint Gongyang who had blessed his life character, it exploded again in an instant and turned into a blizzard of snow.

“Ram Saint!

! "

Taoist White Bones crawled out of the snow again, his voice full of anger.

Although he is only in the realm of 'disaster', he is worthy of any strong person in the world.

Why?

Because he is immortal!

The bones remain, immortal.

While everyone was struggling, Wu Ziwan had already disappeared.

Seeing Wu Ziwan fleeing, the body of the Gongyang Saint exploded in an instant, turning into countless "gong" characters and disappearing in all directions.

Saint Gongyang just wants to swallow the golden elixir of ten thousand tribulations now, so why bother to get entangled with everyone?

"Where did that guy escape to?"

Zhu Wuneng came from afar.

The Eighteen Arhats untied the magic circle at this time, and stood in the void with gloomy expressions. All snowflakes within three feet of everyone were blocked by a layer of golden light.

If it weren't for the crowd disrupting the situation, the Gongyang Saint would have been suppressed long ago. How would he have a chance to escape?

"Junior brother, you have heavenly eyes. Please open your heavenly eyes and trace the whereabouts of these two people!" Dragon Subduing Arhat looked at one of the monks.

The monk's eyebrows twitched when he heard this, and a pair of eyes appeared out of thin air in the empty space on his eyebrows and forehead.

Those eyes were shining with golden light, looking in all directions.

"Found it." The monk said.

Everyone looked at each other, but they saw the Eighteen Arhats looking at each other, turning around and running away.

Obviously, the Eighteen Arhats want to throw everyone away and will never make wedding clothes for everyone.

The Eighteen Arhats turned around and ran away. Golden lotuses bloomed under their feet, and their magical powers were unleashed. They could move mountains and rivers in just one thought.

The rest of the people are also extraordinary people, and it is impossible for ordinary people to rush here in a short time.

Seeing the great monk escaping, everyone immediately chased after him without saying a word.

Although Dalin Temple has been silent for five thousand years in China, it does not mean that Dalin Temple is weak.

On the contrary, it is precisely because Dalin Temple has been silent in Middle-earth for five thousand years and has not been destroyed yet, which shows the strength of Dalin Temple.

Let’s talk about Wu Ziyan and Gongyang Saint

Wu Ziwan fled all the way, covering thousands of miles in an instant. When he arrived at a place with beautiful mountains and clear waters, he felt a little tired before he stopped.

Wu Ziwan stood in front of the waterfall, with countless thoughts flashing in his mind, but he didn't know how to explain it to his master.

In about ten breaths, the words in the void gathered together to form a figure, which was none other than Saint Gongyang.

After a great battle, the Ram Sage seemed to have aged even more, and the hair on his temples had completely turned white.

"Have you obtained the Golden Elixir of Ten Thousand Tribulations?" Saint Gongyang's voice was still gentle.

Wu Ziwan fell to his knees with a plop, his whole body bent to the sky: "Master, if the disciple obtains the Golden Elixir of Ten Thousand Tribulations, how can he not dedicate it to the master? There is a hidden meaning in this!"

"What's the secret?" Saint Gongyang asked.

Wu Ziwan did not hesitate and directly told the whole story.

"You mean, the tea you drank contained the dregs of the Golden Elixir of Ten Thousand Tribulations, and you followed the dregs to the spring in Ziyun Mountain and saw a person smashing the Golden Elixir of Ten Thousand Tribulations? Then you took that person and He plotted to smash him to death and took away the Golden Elixir of Ten Thousand Tribulations. But for some reason, after he came back, the aura of the Golden Elixir of Ten Thousand Tribulations suddenly erupted and turned into dust?" Saint Gongyang narrated what Wu Ziwan said in a calm voice. What happened.

"Master, that's it!" Wu Ziwan said.

"Do you believe this statement?" Gong Yangyu suddenly asked.

After hearing Gong Yangyu's words, Wu Ziwan was stunned, with a wry smile on his lips.

Will he believe it?

Of course he won't believe it!

Even if you beat him to death, he won't believe it!

If it were him, he himself wouldn't believe it.

But he has no evidence yet.

"The body is in the spring of Ziyang Mountain." As if remembering something, Wu Ziwan hurriedly shouted, like a drowning man grabbing a life-saving straw.

After hearing what Wu Ziwan said, Saint Gongyang waved his sleeves, and a moment later the two of them appeared beside the spring of Ziyang Mountain.

But look at the spring water. It's crystal clear. Where are the corpses?

"How is it possible? Why is the body missing?" Wu Ziwan suddenly panicked. The only evidence at the moment was also missing. What should he say?

"What else do you have to say?" Saint Gongyang asked.

"Disciple...disciple...I have nothing to say! But things really are like this, and I have absolutely no lies." Wu Ziwan said with a wry smile.

"If the master doesn't believe it, he can just slap the disciple to death. If the disciple is plotted against, he will have to pay for his own stupidity." Wu Ziwan said.

"I believe you." Gongyang Sage looked at Wu Ziwan who looked hopeless and suddenly said.

"Master, are you really willing to believe me?" Wu Ziwan's eyes were full of excitement. It was the kind of excitement that someone still believed after being framed and unable to defend himself.

After hearing Wu Ziwan's words, Gongyang Sage sighed: "Of course I believe you, but... I'm afraid they don't believe your rhetoric. They don't want to believe it, how should you explain it?"

"Disciple...disciple..." Wu Ziwan's body trembled and he knelt down in front of Gongyang Saint: "Master, please give me some advice."

"Do you really want to ask me for advice? Ask my teacher to give you some advice?" Saint Gongyang asked expressionlessly.

"Disciple, please help me, master." Wu Ziwan knelt down and kowtowed repeatedly.

Saint Gongyang pondered, and then suddenly pointed out, sealing Wu Ziyan's magical power.

"master!

! "Wu Ziwan looked at Saint Gongyang in disbelief.

"You also know that Master's life is about to be exhausted." Gongyang Saint said slowly and leisurely.

"Of course the disciple knows." Wu Ziwan looked at Saint Gongyang with a panicked expression, wondering why Saint Gongyang had sealed his magical power.

A bad premonition arose in my heart.

"When people are alive, they despise that their life span is too long. But when their life span is really exhausted, they really don't want to die!" Sage Gongyang's voice was full of helplessness.

Wu Ziwan was stunned after hearing what Saint Gongyang said.

What does it have to do with him if the Gongyang Saint doesn't want to die?

Do you have the golden elixir in your hand?

"Wait..." At this moment, an idea suddenly popped out of Wu Ziwan's head.

However, before Wu Ziwan's thoughts had finished flashing, the next moment he heard the voice of the Gongyang Saint in his ears. Although the voice was still gentle, it made people shudder when it fell in Wu Ziwan's ears: "So, you will put all the things together." Hand over the Golden Elixir of Tribulation. I don’t need the entire Golden Elixir of Ten Thousand Tribulations, I only need one tenth. As long as you give me another thousand years of life, I can break through the limits and enter the realm of a true saint."

Saint Gongyang stared at Wu Ziwan with his eyes, and his voice was full of gentleness: "As my teacher, I taught you the truth and solved your doubts, and trained you to become a great monk who has stepped into the realm of calamity. You can repay me with a thousand years of life. It's not too much. ?”

The words were gentle, but Wu Ziwan felt chills in his bones. Looking into Saint Gongyang's eyes, it was obvious that Saint Gongyang did not believe his words at all.

The Golden Pill of Ten Thousand Tribulations is the last life-saving straw for Saint Gongyang, how could he give up so easily?