Chapter 672 Don't Regret

"Wo!"

At this moment, the eyes that had been closed opened in vain. What kind of eyes are these, without a trace of emotion, overlooking the sinking of all sentient beings and the rotation of life and death, full of a cold, ruthless, immortal and supreme taste.

"You have really become a climate..." Obviously, he didn't open his mouth, but his voice was conveyed, slowly and seemed to be talking about a careless little thing.

"Rumble..."

With his voice, the immortal mountain soul that supported the heaven and earth shook, and a kind of ancient and wild atmosphere came to his face. Although it was just a virtual shadow, it brought an unprecedented sense of oppression to Moko. It seemed that it was just a humble and ridiculous ant, trying to shake a towering heaven and earth and support the four poles. The immortal pillar.

At this moment, the palm of his full blow also suddenly stagnated, and he could no longer slap out. The collapsed void around him seemed to be frozen, and it seemed to have condensed hundreds of millions of generations, extremely sticky, completely wrapping Moko in it, making it difficult for him to walk.

At the same time, Moke felt that his soul was under unimaginable pressure, too heavy, as if he was against the whole famine. The heart of heaven is tolerant of everything, and the infinite characteristics have emerged. Although Moke is extremely depressed, he did not have a mental breakdown and died tragically.

If an ordinary pseudo-saint strong man, such as the first general, is in such a strange situation at this moment, I'm afraid that he has been completely imprisoned, like a fly in amber, desperate and powerless. Fortunately, compared with other pseudo-saints, Moke can be called a freak. The boundless Buddha soil is the foundation, which gives him infinite strength. Although it is difficult to walk, it can be much better immediately after mobilizing the power of the source of the Buddha soil.

"Go!"

With a low shout, Moke naturally knew that the situation was urgent. A bronze pot suddenly flew out, emitting an ancient, heavy, vast and thick atmosphere that could reverse the past and modern times. Suddenly, the mouth of the pot was raised, and unspeakably bright pillars of light shot out, penetrating everything and decomposing everything, as if heaven and earth In the meantime, nothing can't be completely protected by its holes.

Not only that, a dark blue boulder suddenly appeared at Moko's feet, blooming with infinitely bright Buddha light, and infinite images flashing, as if they were constantly turning around, demonstrating the past and present life. Stepping on this dark blue boulder, Moke stepped out step by step, very soothing, without any fireworks. He had already come to the front of Bu Zhou. His palm was surrounded by bright white and golden Buddha light, shining with the wisdom that penetrated everything, like the same great wise man, patting again!

Demon refining pot, Sansheng Stone, Moke used his two chaotic Hongmeng spiritual treasures at the same time.

"I still underestimated you... No Zhoushan, kill!"

In the face of Moke's quiet distance, he was still calm. Zhizhu was holding it, showing great courage. His eyes suddenly burst like the universe, and all the whites of his eyes disappeared. It was dark, as if the world was about to be destroyed.

"Rumble..."

The next moment, Moke felt that everything in front of him had disappeared, leaving only a huge mountain that stood and supported the heaven and earth, straight, immortal, with an unyielding and boundless strong atmosphere. He seemed to be stimulated by a trace of instinct, slightly shaking, a vast, wild, ancient, noble and great power, such as Tianhe leaked, rumbled, and began a fierce impact to completely drown Moke.

"Amitabha..."

In an instant, Moke felt that the oppression of the soul had reached a situation of peerless horror. It was too surging, full of a strong and immortal taste, unyielding. If it were not for the heart of heaven, he was afraid that his heart would sink and collapse for a moment. It was not that his will not tough enough, but an essential difference. But even so, Moke felt like a little sparrow in the storm, a mantis in front of the torrent, and a sense of powerlessness filled his heart.

The pace of the attack was curbed again. Moke snorted, and the boundless severe pain came. The pain was strong and almost crazy. This was a precursor of the soul's desire to collapse, but Moke seemed to have forgotten everything at this moment, and there was only one obsession left in his mind to block it!

An indescribable pain swept around him, and there was a feeling of getting more and more intense. Moke's eyes were full of perseverance, like a rock. In an unyielding way, he fought against the oppression from the soul of the mountain. Although the pain was extremely painful, his thoughts became more and more and more resolute, and his eyes flashed out. As cold as a blade, it does not give in!

The almost crazy pain brewed in his heart, and the rock-solid determination gathered in a furnace and hit its body.

"Hahahaha..... Little bald donkey, you are lucky to feel the unyielding suppression left by the Pangu god, but you don't complain about your death. Youyou opened his mouth, and his face became paler and paler, but there was a trace of unhealthy flush.

Obviously, he urged the suppression of the soul of Zhoushan, which was also very necessary. To fight with Moke, it can be said that he killed 1,000 enemies and lost 800 of himself.

Tianxin once again showed extraordinary magic. Every time Moke felt that his soul desire was about to collapse, it was resolved a little. Moreover, this trend was getting faster and faster. It seemed that Tianxin began to adapt to the power of the mountain soul and was no longer as difficult as before.

"Oh, ..."

A god and demon roared like thunder, exuding an ancient, wild, wild and crazy atmosphere. It was transmitted out again and began to hunt in the flood, four continents and infinite planets. Devouring creatures may be shameless to the human race, but in the eyes of gods and demons, this is an instinctive nature, and there is nothing wrong with it.

Without enough energy support, Moko's Buddha's palm collapsed and turned into infinite pure Buddha light, scattered everywhere. This scene made everyone on the side of the Father God Religion rejoice, but the immoral Taoist and Zhong Qing suddenly changed their faces and began to attack fiercely, wanting to get rid of the three enemies and rescue Moke.

"Hmm! Where to go! Kyushu Kill!"

"Get out of the way to the poor!"

"Sword of Araya!"

The two sides fell into a state of stalemate. The immoral Taoist tried hard to take a blow. As soon as he came to the vicinity of Moke, he was immediately struck by lightning, retreated in shock, and was once again entangled by the pseudo-saint of the Father God. Similarly, Zhongqing also lost his temper. Xingren's pen slid continuously, and the dragons and snakes danced in the collapsed void, drawing one word after another. Thousands of fonts were written from it, forming a moral article, the inscription of humanitarian education. In this inscription of humanitarianization, there were unresistible forces that emerged and immediately repelled the two pseudo-saints and flew towards Moke.

Unfortunately, after approaching Moko, Zhong Qing also trembled and couldn't help spitting out a mouthful of blood. He retreated in fear, escaped from a certain area and fought with the three pseudo-saints again.

"Amitabha..."

Just when everyone thought that Moke was going to suffer a great disaster, he actually recited the Buddha's name, showed his face and smiled. This kind of smile, selfless, calm, comfort, kind, real compassion.

There was that kind of compassion on his face, and Moke's words sonorously said, "My heart is the heart of heaven, and I don't care about the immortality of the mountain soul. So do I, Moke. I hope that all kinds of pain will be added to the body, never recover, sink endless suffering, and eliminate hidden dangers and disasters for all sentient beings. All sentient beings are in disaster, may we take responsibility on our shoulders! No regrets!"

No regrets!

Only two words contain endless courage and determination, such as the peerless assassin who stabbed the king with a sword. Xiao Ran has no regrets. For the great wish in his heart, he can bear suffering together. At this moment, his body emitted a brilliant light, and the vast Buddha sound was indescribably shocked. A mysterious and unspeakable realm is brewing in the heart. Moke feels that there seems to be a soul, a will, a spirit, which is already brewing and getting stronger and stronger. When the strongest moment is reached, it will burst out and bloom with the most gorgeous brilliance!

How to make it burst out, and what happens next? Moke is extremely clear. This road has already been deeply imprinted in his heart. When it refines the Buddha's land, it has become a kind of fate!

No sorrow! No joy! Painless! No offence!

An indescribable breath surrounds Moco, and his face changes greatly. Compared with others, he knows the most and is the most shocking! In a sense, he is the soul of the mountain. After all, he is the only independent will he has bred. At this moment, he actually felt an instinct of the mountain soul echoing, and seemed to appreciate Moco very much. Moreover, Moke has obviously fallen on the edge of a breakthrough, and may break through at all times. This situation actually comes from his own Zhoushan soul suppression!

"Puff!"

A touch of blood overflowed from the corners of his mouth, and there was a turbulence in the mountain soul behind him. He never thought that he had no choice but to suppress the mountain soul of Moke, and he was even weak. What makes him most depressed is that he is the key to the secret method at this time, which is not intended. Otherwise, he will not only be strongly counterattacked, but may even make the eldest brother unable to return to the flood.

This plan is extremely important and must not be lost!

"Baili Spring and Autumn, come out and block this little bald donkey for me. Your appointment with our brother's gentleman will be cancelled. Let you travel between heaven and earth, my father will not interfere!" His eyes flashed dark, and he suddenly opened his mouth.

"Hey..."

With the incompetent sound, a leisurely sigh sounded, as clear as jade beads, with a sound on the ground.

Then, an old man with an ancient-crowned Confucian robe appeared, holding a piece of tortoise shell in his hand, with big sleeves fluttering, with a strong smell of books, and a kind of ancient Confucian style and fame! The orthodox heart is upright and clear.