The black ball of light, transformed by the totem spirit of the Xiaolei Department and flickering intensely, exploded with Ao Kui’s sharp malice.

Before it exploded, a clean hand suddenly reached over.

This hand belonged to a handsome young monk with clear eyebrows.

Monk Jing Li grabbed the black ball of light!

At this moment, the black light shone brightly, but the viscous black stuff rushing towards Monk Jing Li’s hand could not cling to it at all, and just fell off dejectedly, like raindrops rolling off an oilcloth.

At this time, golden swastika characters appeared out of nowhere, smashing onto the light ball one by one. They smashed the intensity into flatness, the roaring into silence, and the exploding malice and swelling light ball were all smashed back.

The light ball turned back to purple, forcing out that ink-stained black drop from the center of his palm!

The purple light ball was again tamed before Jiang Wang. The witch priest of the Xiaolei Department had a resentful curse, but was not allowed to speak.

Because now, Fuzi Liuli wanted to speak.

The majestic Sheng Ju Mountain had already become history, the dazzling fire world shrunk into a pellet.

A group of people were rushing back towards the Qing Huo Department at extreme speed, looking extremely urgent.

Jing Li held the black ink in the center of his palm, his clean and handsome features showing clear obstinacy: “My master says, if someone says words I don’t like to hear, then I can hit him.”

The ink drop ‘oh’-ed and said, “Who is your master?”

Jing Li was very proud: “My master is the future Pure Land Buddha, the next Abbot of Xuankong Temple, and now the spiritual pillar of Sanbao Mountain!”

“Never heard of him. What nonsense.” Ao Kui’s voice said.

He asked again, “What words did I say that you don’t like to hear?”

Jing Li’s face stiffened, and he was very seriously angry: “Before it was my junior brother who didn’t like to hear it, now it’s me who doesn’t like to hear it.”

“I have the deepest feelings for monks.” Facing this not-so-majestic anger, Ao Kui naturally had no fear, and even scoffed: “Then what do you want, little monk?”

As he spoke, Jing Li’s hand, which was holding flat, had already pulled back.

The ink drop suspended in his palm was pulled into a long ink line.

His hand drew an inverted arc, and the ink line also followed the inverted curve.

Bai Yu Xia found that his vision seemed to be displaced.

Jing Li’s hand, drawing the inverted arc, seemed endless within that one arm’s length. This action was always being done, yet never finished, always in retreat.

And the ink line pulled out was getting longer and longer, constantly looping.

The ink line danced in the air!

Large rings nested within small rings, constantly expanding outwards. The ink line was like a kite string, circling layer by layer, forming a tornado above the Buddha’s palm.

Jing Li’s voice rang out at this time: “Should dwell not bad, become kalpa to empty. Dark leaves fly flower, silence decay fruit!”

He didn’t need to tell Ao Kui what he wanted to do; when he met Ao Kui, he would naturally know.

He lifted his hand with his palm up, and his body also flew higher.

The ink line stacked into a tornado responded with a leap, transforming into a roaring ink dragon!

This dragon was a hollow dragon shape interwoven with ink lines, like an ink painting leaping out of the scroll, with a three-dimensional manifestation. With the dragon’s head as a platform, it held Jing Li’s cloth boots, carrying him with a golden glow flowing around his body to overlook the mountains and rivers, and roam the high sky.

Bai Yu Xia only reacted at this time.

That was not an ink line at all, not the power of Ao Kui entrusted to the body of the Xiaolei Department’s totem spirit.

But causal lines!

It was the cause and effect that Ao Kui had added to this totem spirit!

The giant city of Shengju used various means to play with fate, changing several times, pursuing Ao Kui from the directions of blood energy, true name, yuan force, and others. All were cut off by Ao Kui, who had the realm of a peak True Monarch, in advance.

The world-famous Jiang Wang, who had just arrived in the Floating Land world, had already activated recollection techniques to pursue divine soul contact.

He himself, Lian Yu Chan, and Lin Xian had also tried. Qing Wang had also cooperated, and each department of the Floating Land had searched the world exhaustively.

But until now, all pursuits had come to nothing.

Until this moment, Jing Li stopped the Xiaolei Department’s totem spirit from exploding and destroying, found the cause and effect from its body, and sought its “cause” from the “fruit,” finally grasping Ao Kui’s direction for the first time!

Although it was not up to the power performance of the legendary causal-class absolute peak divine ability, it had some of the style of ‘grasping fate as a line’!

Is this Fuzi Liuli?

Jing Li clasped his palms in front of his body, standing on the dragon’s head, his clear eyes gazing far away, his monk’s robe dancing wildly in the wind.

The ink line dragon shook its body and had already carried Jiang Wang and the three of them onto the dragon’s spine, then suddenly turned east and flew with terrifying speed!

Jiang Wang was just behind Jing Li not far away, pressing his long sword against the wind, his whole person’s breath suddenly restrained, standing like a green pine.

Xi Ming on the last position of the dragon’s spine did not say a word, only constantly changing the virtual light flickering between his ten fingers, which had five colors and ten colors. He was organizing his puppets, repairing mechanisms that could be repaired. And, he would advance and urge the puppets that needed preheating.

Ao Kui’s position had been found, and everyone was preparing for battle.

Bai Yu Xia… no need to prepare.

Although he was also a heaven’s proud son of the Yellow River, limited by his current cultivation, there was indeed no use for him to fight Ao Kui.

“Or else I’ll go back to the Qing Huo Department to see Lian Yu Chan?” he asked.

“No need, she is temporarily safe.” Jiang Wang said faintly: “Just follow me.”

With Bai Yu Xia’s cleverness, he naturally understood as soon as he heard it, that Jiang Wang had already made preparations in advance. At the same time, he also understood that these preparations could not be mentioned in advance.

Everything that Jiang Wang could say had already been said, and he would not conceal anything from Bai Yujing, the chief shopkeeper, and Immortal Residence’s soul advisor.

The Floating Land world was not their world, and all communication could not be guaranteed safe – this itself was a hint.

Although they had come to this realm together and were walking the same path, in the most crucial part, perhaps they still needed to test their tacit understanding.

Xi Ming had collected too much intelligence with the Mo family’s various means, and had already reached a consensus with the Eastern Master in certain aspects. Did Jing Li also have this understanding, this tacit understanding?

Bai Yu Xia turned and asked, “What sutra did the little holy monk recite just now?”

Jing Li said, while grasping that vague cause and effect: “I don’t know either. I cultivated and cultivated, and suddenly one day, I just got some sutras. My uncle master says it is ‘Fa Yun Hun Cheng, heaven-born attainment of Dao’, I don’t quite understand. How is it heaven-born attainment of Dao, didn’t I comprehend it myself?”

Even the cold Xi Ming found it difficult to be cold again: “The little holy monk says ‘uncle master’, but is it Master Kun Ji, the abbot of your noble temple?”

Jing Li never liked this mechanism master very much, but he never undermined his junior brother’s platform, and he would cooperate if his junior brother said so, so he replied: “Yes.”

Jiang Wang seemed to have a thought: “What did your master say?”

“Master said not to recite it all out, lest those thief bald heads steal it.”

These two words, “thief bald heads,” entered his ears, and Jiang Wang thought of his “Guan Zi Zai Er”, as well as the “Jiang Wai Dao Jin Gang Lei Yin” secretly inserted in the book, feeling a bit awkward. How could Master Kun Ji not be awkward?

“…I mean, how did he evaluate your sutra?”

Even with a great enemy in front of him, and busy capturing cause and effect, Jing Li’s face still couldn’t hide his pride: “Master said that this sutra book ranks among the best of all the Buddha’s works in the great thousand world, second only to his created ‘Kun Ji Wisdom Sutra’. Looking at the history of Buddhism, from ancient times to the present, my talent is also second only to him!”

He looked back at Jiang Wang in the midst of his busy schedule, and warmly comforted him: “Junior brother, you can be parallel with me.”

Master Kun Ji’s boast in this life had all been finished in front of Jing Li.

And only Jing Li would believe him unconditionally forever without any discount.

Jiang Wang was stunned for a moment: “How come I haven’t heard of this sutra, did he teach you?”

What kind of realm do you have to reach before you dare to write your own name in the sutra’s name?

Master Kun Ji is definitely not the first in talent in Buddhism, but he is absolutely the first guy who dares to compile a sutra like this at the True Person level.

Jing Li shook his head: “Master said that the sutra cannot be easily transmitted, and my current age is still far from being able to bear his wisdom. Only when one day I catch up to him, then I will be qualified to receive the transmission.”

The transmission of sutras and Dao has always required talent, comprehension, root bone, heart nature… This is the first time I’ve heard that age is required.

Jing Li, this silly child, is probably not thinking that his age will never catch up to Master Kun Ji’s age.

It’s nonsense!

Jiang Wang almost believed it.

Something is wrong. If there really was this sutra, Master Kun Ji should have brought it out to show off long ago.

The problem is, if Master Kun Ji dares to say in front of him that some “Kun Ji Wisdom Sutra” is the first sutra in Buddhism, he will definitely compare it sentence by sentence with the orthodox sutras of various Buddha gates.

Only Jing Li believes it deeply and without doubt.

Bai Yu Xia didn’t understand Master Kun Ji too much, or more accurately, didn’t recognize him. Xuankong Temple almost checked and found no such person… He only felt that someone who could teach Jing Li and had a deep connection with the Eastern Master must also be an old senior with high virtue and respect.

He said respectfully: “Little holy monk’s sutra, what is its name?”

“I haven’t finished comprehending it yet, and I haven’t named it either.” Jing Li didn’t turn back anymore, but said to Jiang Wang very seriously: “Junior brother, you are widely read and knowledgeable, help me think of a name?”

Feeling this heavy trust, Jiang Wang said seriously: “I will definitely help you think of one.”

Bai Yu Xia wanted to speak but stopped.

The group of people turned at high speed on the road to the Qing Huo Department, and the ink line dragon itself turned east.

The act of flying to the Qing Huo Department for the first time was itself a feint, used to confuse the enemy.

In this cage fight, how could they be led by the nose by Ao Kui?

The more Ao Kui wanted them to go somewhere, the less they could go. The more Ao Kui didn’t want them to go somewhere, the more they should go!

Just now everyone was using their own methods to capture Ao Kui’s trace. If they couldn’t capture him, their target would still be the Ya Gan sinkhole.

Of course, Jing Li astonishingly captured Ao Kui’s position, so pursuing Ao Kui was the most important thing now.

Things are abnormal, there must be a demon.

Wan Xiang Shen Yan is a Dong Zhen level power, which can be used as a trump card in this fight. Its appearance alone is a kind of showing off.

How could Jiang Wang, Jing Li, and Xi Ming, who were joining forces, be killed by a single blow from Dong Zhen?

Or it was a single blow from Dong Zhen that lost complete control and was not concentrated.

Being able to make Jing Li spit out a mouthful of blood is already an extremely formidable performance by Ao Kui. After all, approaching the Star Lord, with the highest realm of Dong Zhen, he can only pry external forces to here.

Jiang Wang believed that even if it was Ao Kui, it was not easy to save such means!

He is a person who is good at learning. From Chong Xuan Zun, who defeated him once, he learned how to cut off external complexity and directly point to the essence of the problem.

No matter how Ao Kui expresses ridicule, relaxation, or viciousness, he cannot cover up his urgency.

The use of Wan Xiang Shen Yan just now was a complete waste. Ao Kui absolutely did not really believe that a single Heaven Rank Dao technique could help him win the victory, so there must be a reason for its use.

Although that reason has already been annihilated with Sheng Ju Mountain.

But over there, Ao Kui should still have the answer.

Jiang Wang had already obtained a more complete and clear version of the Floating Land world map in the Wang Quan Department tribe early on. Bai Yu Xia and Xi Ming of course were also rottenly familiar with it, so as the direction of the ink line dragon gradually became clear, they quickly judged Ao Kui’s position.

Bai Yu Xia’s sword eyebrows raised: “Ji Huo Department?”

Why was Ao Kui in the Ji Huo Department?

Why precisely the Ji Huo Department?

Ji Huo Yu Ling, who had a fateful encounter with Jiang Wu Xie, as well as Ji Huo Yu Xiu, whom Ji Huo Yu Ling specially sent to request protection, perhaps all have problems?

Ao Kui’s emphasis that Lian Yu Chan would be in danger, perhaps just came from Ji Huo Yu Xiu?

While pondering, the ground of the Ji Huo Department tribe had already arrived.

His body was in the high sky, overlooking the earth, the mountains like mud pellets, the rivers like fine lines. Green or desolate, all ordinary.

But what he saw now was a scene of blood!

A blood stench that even Qian Yang Chi Tong could not penetrate!

Once the first of the fire departments, now the field is covered with corpses, and fresh blood paves the ground. Like a bright red cruel carpet, although it is not flat due to the various buildings, it is unified in color.

On this “carpet,” the corpses of the Ji Huo Department tribe people were also deliberately arranged, arranged into a huge, simplified skull. Every corpse was naked, facing up to the sky, with eyes wide open… and a lamp lit at the navel!

This is obviously some ancient remnant cruel array pattern.

Before this, there was no information spread, obviously before the slaughter began and the array was set up, Ao Kui had already locked down information transmission. If they wanted to wait for the tragedy here to be discovered naturally, perhaps Ao Kui had already completed his plan and left. Even now, he would kill this major department tribe with a population of millions until life withered and souls were like a sea.

Jing Li’s clasped hands bounced open as if touched by electricity, compassion on his face, tears falling directly from his eyes!

The Buddha light scattered from his body leaving several people in the air.

The ink line dragon under his feet suddenly exploded, exploding into tens of thousands of ink lines! These ink lines are definitely not just the causal dragon that carried them to seek it, but the voices of pain and sorrow wandering on this land.

Countless ink lines shuttled in the high sky, diving to the earth in various postures. They almost temporarily turned the bright red ground of the Ji Huo Department tribe into a black bird’s nest. So many causal lines gathered together at the end, pointing to the position, which would obviously be Ao Kui’s location.

Jing Li captured the “fruit” about Ao Kui in this way, and at this time came to seek Ao Kui, the “cause”!

“The Ji Huo Department has been slaughtered?” Bai Yu Xia’s voice was heavy.

“No, there are still remnants.” Jiang Wang said, his gaze falling on the eastern area of the Ji Huo Department tribe ground. There was a tall and majestic building there, which should be the location of the Ji Huo Department’s fire temple. It emitted an astonishing flame light, confronting the surrounding blood light.

With Jiang Wang’s perception, there were at least two totem spirits desperately resisting inside the fire temple.

Of course, merely two totem spirits plus the power of the fire temple, even plus the elite warriors retreating to guard the fire temple, should not be enough to resist Ao Kui’s slaughter.

Inside that fire temple, Jiang Wang still felt a kind of ancient power.

Because it was manifesting, it was very clear.

Qian Yang Chi Tong was urged to its limit, and under the blessing of the Immortal Person in his eyes, Jiang Wang finally saw inside that flame light…

A mud tablet book!

The Book of Creation!

The Ji Huo Department was unexpectedly relying on the power of the Book of Creation to preserve the last spark and temporarily guard the fire temple.

Jiang Wang naturally knew that Qing Wang was not that honest either. But he had observed the Book of Creation collected by the Qing Huo Department at close range, and indeed had not captured the power within it.

Obviously, the Book of Creation has its unique way of driving and using it.

And his understanding of this world is still far from enough.

At this time, the ten thousand ink lines fell to the earth, and the front ends almost all gathered together, obviously locking Ao Kui’s position – not in the fire temple, but inside the Ji Huo Department’s palace.

In its long history, the Ji Huo Department also once held kingly power. Although it was not like the Xuan Feng Department, which had the unparalleled kingly power experience of two hundred years, it also had a history of being a temporary generation king.

Although that palace was already broken, its majesty was still there, still deep, and the blood light wandered within it, looking quite dangerous. It is unknown what arrangements are within it.

The ten thousand ink lines covered and caged down, trying to force Ao Kui out of his nest.

Before these ink lines could seek the cause and hit the body, the huge array had already changed first, obvious blood light spread up, transforming into fresh blood in the air, surging into a river, and then transforming into a blood dragon.

The blood dragon opened its giant mouth and swallowed those ink lines in one gulp.

But also at the same time, above the giant mouth of this blood dragon, a dazzling sword light connecting the sky and the earth exploded!

Jiang Wang surpassed Jing Li’s position, leading the charge, and chopped down with his vertical sword.

Countless snow-white sword silks twisted and entangled together, mixing into a mountain of sword qi in the sharp howling sound that tore the sky and cracked the earth!

It seemed like Bu Zhou Mountain, a tower supporting the sky.

It was as if a divine being was pulling down a sky pillar to destroy this evil dragon!

Thanks to book friend “Bitter Smile Leave” for becoming the alliance master of this book, this is the 469th alliance of Red Heart Patrol Heaven!

Everyone give me a little time, please leave two days and I will strive to make up for the updates. This is not an irresistible force like being sick, so I cannot let my personal feelings affect everyone’s reading experience.

Everyone forgive me.

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