Deep in the Taihang Mountains, a thunder sounded, and lightning in the branches disappeared.

The rain is strong and the wind is strong, and the summer solstice is strong.

In the mountains, under the rain curtain where you don’t look at the eyes, there is a strange existence standing.

The eight demon-like arms stretched out from the deep darkness and stayed at a height of the mountains.

A hideous arm spread out his hands, and a figure in a dark clothes sat in his palm. Nothing was isolated from the heavy rain for him. He closed his eyes and let the heavy rain of the summer solstice wet his whole body. He held up the human-shaped arms covering the red iron scales, and his muscles were traction to relax rhythmically.

Just above the figure, there was a bronze tripod in one hand, a red copper sword in the other, a golden jade sword in the other, and an arm surrounded by the silver moon river like silk ribbons.

There are twinkling stars in the river, which are the fish and dragons. Since the water flow has created Jianyuechuan, these little guys have poured into Jianyuechuan like they found their former home and swam freely. After all, it was because they found a better place to leave the body of the Red Dragon and no longer hide in Li Xi'an's scales.

Their figures cruising in the Jianyue River, like a galaxy that lives in the water.

There are also three arms forming mysterious hand seals, emitting a popular weapon.

The heavy rain blurs the picture, and it descends like a demon golem in the world to show its demeanor. If the eight red and hideous arms were not scattered and fluctuated regularly, they would be like a magnificent statue left over from ancient times.

Li Xi'an slowly opened his eyes, and the golden light almost teared the rain curtain as he opened his eyes.

"it's over."

The Eight Passes of Taihang.

This practice has no improvement in any realm, but it seems to be a transformation.

Once the body has hands, there will be more ways to fight in the future. He smiled silently, and suddenly thought of the funny scene in his mind where four arms greeted others' limbs and the remaining four arms greeted others' heads. In the battle with the image of Shinichiji in Hengxiao and Jin Ni, Li Xi'an understood something. Many times he didn't need to waste his spirit and magic, just crush it with his body.

The eight arms of the eight passes of Taihang will stretch out at will from his domain, and you can come to the other side in the future.

His body strength is now similar to that of a true bone, and most of the ancient monks do not practice the body method.

If you have a stronger force, you might just beat him to death.

After all, the extension of the Eight Ups of Taihang is not a pure body, but also carries the core method of the Jade Hand of Creation. The Jade Hand of Creation can transform all spirits with one spirit, and drives thousands of arms efficiently with a few spiritual senses. When the seal that covers the sky and the sun is like the flashing stars, the enemy will never have a way to survive. The number of arms in the Eight Ups of Taihang will not increase. Li Xi'an has a little clarified these days that the method of transforming ten thousand can be driven independently by the hand of the eight Ups of the Eight Ups of Creation, which is no different from the driving force of his manifested body.

In the present world, the ancient monks were fighting for war, and the mountains were revived, and the spiritual energy he had was inexhaustible. In addition, Li Xi'an himself had was quite terrible, so he almost never worried about spiritual problems. But he was about to go to the imperial capital and saw an ancestor who no longer had a vast reserve of spiritual energy.

I have had a deal with it, and most of this ancestor's strength was blocked by the altar.

But Zu is the ancestor after all. This master of Zhubasin Caihun is not a cross-border Zhenyi, but an incredible person who is truly based on the present world.

"The lifespan of a demon is long. You are only over 200 years old. You are less than 200 years old and less than 300 years old... Not to mention demons, even humans are completely doing things against the sky." Jin Xiao saw Li Xi'an get up and knew that his practice had ended, so he conveyed the feelings accumulated over the years.

At the age of three hundred, the Hengxiao Jinni was also the extreme palace.

Until one thousand years old, Hengxiao Jinni was the master of Hengxiao Jinni.

Jin Xiao knew that this place was creating a group of monsters in this world, such as the Red Dragon in front of him who could completely overthrow the recognition of the past monks. Rise is equivalent to reopening the world. The creatures based on the world will become legends and ancient primitive myths after thousands of years.

"What is the purpose of Hengxiao Jin Ni's arrival in Taihang? It's not as simple as plundering the source energy, right?" Li Xi'an stood on the Eight Passages, overlooking the vast mountains under the heavy rain.

"I don't know." Jin Xiao replied.

"But I can feel that the master is bound to win this mountain range, and there should be something he cares about very much. When the master was in Kyushu, he had no connection with this mountain range, and the sleeping small world could not contact the present world. So why not talk about the purpose of the filth that penetrated into this mountain? Wait, time will tell everything."

Li Xi'an was silent for a moment, and the golden candle in his eyes was dark.

"Yes, time will tell us who is the final winner."

He soared into the air, and the eight passes of Taihang gathered back to the void, but the arm holding the tripod still existed. The rain suddenly changed, because the cruising of the giant creature brought out a strong wind, like a quick knife cutting across the heavy rain.

The golden candle is as dazzling as a rising torch.

Li Xi'an is going to do the last thing to go to the imperial capital at this moment.

The red dragon roared and meandered, the only remaining arms held the tripod, wandered alively, and thousands of ghosts cried in an instant, and the resentful souls of countless creatures were twisted, which was the evil thought of devouring and torture by Rakshasa.

He accepted the evil thoughts and condensed these resentful souls and sealed them in the Zaitian Cauldron.

What I'm waiting for is today.

The heavy rain on the summer solstice washes the mountains, and he will release his resentful souls and return to the earth as raindrops. He is very good at this, even if he has never learned it.

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Qingyan lay under the old camphor tree, and the green tiger's eyes stared at the heavy rain.

Full of melancholy.

The ginkgo trees over there are called "happy" and "trees" are normal for trees, especially after having the wisdom, the leaves will not fall off if they can't be lost, and they will not worry about becoming ugly if they are bare.

"The ghosts are swimming in the mountains and rains," she said.

"Amitabha, good, good, good." A humble voice from behind him sounded.

Qing Yan knew that this guy had tried his best to calm down and learn from the monk in his impression. Unfortunately, Chu Xing'er is worthy of being Chu Xing'er. Such a solemn horoscope can be said... She thought about it and could only attribute it to Ginkgo-style Amitabha Buddha.

The pale giant tiger raised its head, looking at the distance was particularly darker than the nearby one. The dark sky there gathered into a chaotic demon, wailing and crying. At this time, a branch lightning shattered the earth, illuminating the red mad dragon holding the tripod in the dark rain curtain. Suddenly the wind rose, and the rainwater carrying the wronged soul returned home with the wind, carrying the living spirit of the sky tripod to guide the rainwater, and briefly used the rainwater as a medium to carry the vengeful spirit.

Nanzhu seems to be very keen on "perfection".

The end of the journey to the imperial capital two years ago was the end of the journey to the emperor, and the purgatory created by naturalizing the evil tree of Rakshasa is also the end of the end.

Negative substances such as resentful souls have no effect on the monsters with huge evil spirits. Nan Zhu simply thought about it and did it. He would not let all ghosts die in a good end, nor would he use these resentful souls.

That night, she accidentally heard the transaction between Nan Zhu and Rakshasa, and she never felt deceived and betrayed.

Because this kind of thing doesn't exist in this guy at all.

The rain stopped, the sky was clear, the clouds cracked, and golden light was spilled. The red dragon with one arm sat upright on the mountains, waiting for the vivid return of the mountains and earth to return to the resentful soul.

"Go away!" the light golden girl on the ginkgo shouted, waving her hand.

All Amitabha Buddha was left behind.
Chapter completed!