Chapter 212 Could It Be that This Dao Is Being Targeted by some Terrifying Existence?

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In order to fight for a moment of freedom for An Bulang, Bai Bai tried his best and even suffered heavy injuries.

But An Bulang didn't use his supernatural powers, didn't run away, didn't fight, but bowed down to the golden statue of Daoist Qingxuan!

What is this for, do you want to give in and beg for mercy?

Bai Bai, Hong Lin'er, and Jun Shi couldn't understand the scene in front of them.

But An Bulang knew very well in his heart that this was his last chance! It is also his best counterattack!

After all, Bai Bai's statue of divine sense, which had been raised for countless years, was worshiped and blown up by him in this way! !

After the monks realize the gods, the gods can also perceive the world. Spiritual thoughts go up to the sky, down to the nine secluded worlds, and even have the vision of direct reincarnation, so naturally they have the qualifications to implicate many mysteries.

It can accept incense and accommodate merit, but it must also bear cause and effect.

An Bulang worshiped and bombed the statue of Baibai before, because the statue of Baibai couldn't bear the karma of An Bulang's worship. After all, not everyone's incense can be accepted by it.

At this time, An Bulang laughed and thought, if he encounters a spiritual body that cannot be solved in the future, when the spiritual body takes the initiative to bully him, he can try to worship him to see if he can use it Fry it in the same way.

As long as he worships sincerely, there will be no side effects. But if he is not sincere, even when he is being bullied, he worships obnoxiously, it seems that there will be unexpected consequences.

This involves the entanglement of luck, cause and effect, and numerology in the dark.

In short, it is just one sentence.

Your spiritual thoughts have bullied me, An Bulang, and I, An Bulang, want to go back and fight back with the big karma incense of the only son of the Immortal Emperor, to see if the other party can bear it!

The boy bowed down to the tall golden statue.

This scene seems to have entered a mysterious moment.

Everything in the world has slowed down.

A boy in white, with a stalwart golden body.

For those who don't know, they thought it was a young man saluting reverently to a certain god.

However, an unknown force came from heaven and earth.

The golden divine sense, which was still vast before, seemed to have encountered something terrifying, and suddenly stagnated, and even began to shrink rapidly!

But too slow, really too slow!

In other words, the moment An Bulang bowed down, it was already too late to do anything! !

"Ka Ka Ka..."

The crisp cracking sound echoed in the space.

Junshi saw the statue of the Confucian scholar who clearly ignored everything in the world, trembling non-stop, as if he encountered something that even he was afraid of. Then, cracks began to appear on Confucian scholar's face, and the cracks expanded rapidly, spreading all over his body in the blink of an eye!

boom! ! !

Suddenly there was a loud bang.

The stalwart Confucian statue suddenly exploded on the spot!

Numerous gravels were scattered on the ground.

The power of the golden divine sense completely dissipated.

Bai Bai, Jun Shi, and Hong Lin'er all felt that the desperate power that enveloped them disappeared, without any restraint.

Everything changes so fast.

They are still in a daze until now.

"Ahem... what... what's going on..." Hong Lin'er looked up at the young man in white standing beside her in the light of the afterglow. Dust.

Although she didn't know what was going on, she knew that An Bulang had definitely created a miracle again!

"Oh... my supreme god..." Junshi also looked at An Bulang. Unlike Hong Lin'er, in addition to the ardor and admiration in his eyes, there was unprecedented shock in his eyes.

It knows how terrifying Qingxuan is, so it is even more shocked by this young man who can blow up the statues of Qingxuan. This is obviously a situation that has exceeded its cognition.

Perhaps... It is not impossible to follow this young man and resist that real Qingxuan who is as tall as a cloud?

Bai Bai was the calmest of all, but he was also dumbfounded. At this moment, he also suddenly guessed how the statue of divine sense that he had conceived and raised for so many years exploded.

An Bulang is definitely an expert with a profound background and unfathomable!

Everyone cast envious glances at An Bulang.

However, An Bulang slowly straightened his body, facing the pile of gravel in front of him, sighed softly, shook his head and said, "Oh... I can't even bear it... my other backhands It’s still useless, boring, really boring.”

hiss……!

Bai Bai, Jun Shi, and Hong Lin'er all gasped.

On the blood lake, golden blood flowed from the corner of Charles' mouth again, and his face was covered with incomprehensible shock: "Lost? The master's divine sense was crushed? No, how is this possible..."

At this moment, what An Bulang and the others didn't know was that.

On the Tianlongshen Mountain in the western part of the Hongmeng Continent.

Tens of thousands of monks wearing sun, moon and star robes are paying homage to an easy-going Confucian scholar sitting on a futon, with indescribable devotion and fanaticism.

The Confucian scholar was dressed in plain clothes, with a peaceful face, facing the direction where the sun was falling, surrounded by multicolored divine light, and gorgeous sunset glow draped over his body like a veil, making him extraordinarily out of this world like a saint.

Suddenly, an invisible force descended from the sky and reached his origin.

The Confucian scholar suddenly seemed to see something extremely terrifying, and his peaceful face disappeared instantly, replaced by unimaginable shock and fear. He saw a figure piercing the sky, that figure was very vague, and he didn't even pay attention to him at all, just turned his back to him and looked into the distance.

A simple scene.

A simple back view.

The other party may not have noticed his gaze.

But it was because of his direct gaze.

Some kind of strange involvement suddenly hit his origin.

"puff……!!"

Confucian scholar suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood.

The divine light dissipated, and the sunset glow faded.

He could no longer see that figure from behind, as if nothing had happened.

However, Confucian scholars have a feeling of scalp tingling. Because the typhoid fever he suffered was real, and all this was because he glanced at that existence without permission!

"Oh my god! The real person is hurt!"

"Master!"

"Master, what's wrong with you?!"

Some monks who noticed the Confucian scholar's injury all exclaimed.

"It's okay." The monk dressed as a Confucian scholar suddenly stretched out his palm.

Suddenly special effects appeared on his body again, the divine light reappeared, and the sunset glow fell on him again, making him as ethereal and holy as a god in the world.

"What I vomited out was blood stained with vulgarity, but I had an epiphany and opened up a certain divine vein." The Confucian scholar said calmly facing the bewildered monks.

"Ah! Reverend Qingxuan's Taoism is superb, it really opened our eyes."

"Congratulations, Master, for improving your Taoism again!"

All the monks congratulated wildly.

The Confucian scholar continued to look at the falling sun with a calm face, but his heart was uneasy.

That figure... what the hell is going on?

Just looking at it hurt him.

Could it be that Ben Dao was being targeted by some terrifying existence?

But he shouldn't have provoked such a terrifying existence before!

No...he is not qualified to provoke such an existence! !

The Confucian scholar was very confused and uneasy. After all, it was not a good thing to be involved with such a terrifying existence beyond his cognition.

It should be accidentally contaminated with a little cause and effect.

It should be fine after that, right?

Confucian scholar thought for a while, and finally decided to keep a low profile for a while to avoid the limelight.

...

The bottom of the Lake of Blood in Bloodmill Purgatory.

An Bulang brought the seriously injured Hong Lin'er, led by Junshi, into the light gate of space. As he moved forward, he felt dizzy from intense space changes. The next moment, he appeared on the top of an unknown mountain.

There are white clouds on the top of the mountain, and the breeze blows.

There are clear and translucent streams flowing along the mountain streams, lush old trees growing among the mountains, and various exotic flowers and plants all over the place, embellishing the surrounding environment beautifully.

"We finally came out..." Hong Lin'er looked at the scene in front of her. There was no particularly shocking scenery, but after experiencing the scene of blood and flesh hell, she felt that the surrounding environment at this moment was like a fairyland.

She greedily inhaled the outside air, feeling extraordinarily fresh and beautiful!

"Come on, take a elixir to invigorate your Qi."

A clear and warm voice sounded from the ear.

Hong Lin'er looked up, and what she saw was the boy's gentle smiling face.

On the line of life and death, escape from hell.

Under the white clouds, above the summit.

The young man had a nice smile, and he took the initiative to hand a qi-invigorating pill in front of her. In this situation, she just wanted to give the young man a hug in excitement! Although she is already holding it.

An Bulang looked at the woman who didn't take his elixir and was still embracing his arms with some attachment, and couldn't help frowning: "Hey, what are you doing?"

"Do it." Hong Lin'er raised her eyebrows slightly, her eyes soft and charming.

An Bulang had a black question mark on his face: "What are you doing?"

Hong Lin'er said crisply: "Fuck me."

An Bulang: "..."

Nima!

In the blood-grinding hell, as weak as a lamb, does it float like that when it comes out?

Seeing the startled look of the young man, Hong Lin'er suddenly stuck out her tongue, let go of the arms around the young man, snatched the elixir, swallowed it without thinking, and let out a silver bell-like laugh, He smiled and said, "Hee hee...just kidding, thank you."

"Next time you show me this kind of joke, believe it or not, you won't be able to laugh."

An Bulang's eyes were sharp, and he spoke lightly.

Hong Lin'er's eyes were full of autumn light, she covered her chest with one hand, and pointed at her pink and moist lips with her slender hand, pretending to be surprised: "Why are you so serious? If I still want to joke with you, what do you want to do?"

Looking at the straight gaze, An Bulang felt that the woman was indeed a little drifting. He immediately stepped forward and hugged Hong Lin'er's slender and soft waist like a wicker.

"You..." Hong Lin'er's almond eyes widened. She didn't expect An Bulang to really touch her hand. She struggled symbolically, but found that the young man's hand was extraordinarily strong, and she couldn't break free at all.

"Woman, you are playing with fire."

An Bulang's body was getting closer and closer.

A blush appeared on Hong Lin'er's beautiful face, and then she saw a pure golden flame suddenly appear in An Bulang's palm, and suddenly shot down towards Hong Lin'er's heart!

boom! ! !