Chapter 7 Broken Jar

The four fields are low, and the storms are broken down, and they are more and more angry and roaring in the bright light. The mountains are towering and ferocious.

However, all this was so insignificant when the huge lightning burst down.

In heaven and earth, only this fiery purple Thunderbolt comes down, like a painting that is extremely beautiful and brilliant to the extreme.

The electric fire snake flies around and groaned, as if to burn everything and burn the world, making people's hearts throb.

It seemed that the fire dragon appeared in the world, roaring over the sky. The almost unsighted purple rainbow tore the sky, as fast as a flood, and flooded everything. Just like that, it fell down unscrupulously!

"Boom!"

Yun Lishan, Luojian Peak, the main peak like a sword pointing to the sky, under the bombardment of purple rainbow electricity, like paper folding, blocking the waist and breaking, chaotic stones flying around, stone debris covering the sky.

Like Mars splashing into the dry haystack, the main peak of the mountain suddenly shook violently. Bai Lang still felt that the ground was constantly trembling and could hardly stand. There was a roaring sound under the ground, which was sad and harsh, which made people panic.

Opposite, the peak cliff broke, the loud sound filled the world, the ground collapsed, and the mountains collapsed. The endless cyan glow is vast, and I don't know where it comes from. It rushes to the sky and spreads all over the wild.

Bai Lang's eyes were full of horror. At that moment, time seemed to be still. In his eyes, the almost blurred purple rainbow slowly fell down, and the world changed color.

The main peak of the sword collapsed in an instant and annihilated in the purple light. The trees were smashed by rocks, and then rose to light up, illuminating half of the sky.

Another deafening explosion, the main peak was completely broken, and under the cover of various lights, it was like a peerless brilliant fireworks blooming, outlining the shocking beauty.

"Rumble!"

The next moment, the thunder exploded in my ears and shook the world. The wind roared, the thunder and lightning roared, the white face was as white as paper, and the cold sweat was fluttering, and almost fainted. The power of heaven and earth could not be resisted by manpower.

Black clouds rolled in the sky, lightning kept falling, and even several lightnings fell near Bailang like electric swords, and the rubble all over the sky fell everywhere.

After all, Bai Lang has been practicing hard for three years, and he is also an extraordinary husband and a vulgar man. At present, he is guarding one. The great power of Buddhism is running all over his body, offsetting the afterglow of heaven and earth.

For a while, the white clothes were bulging, bright and halod, surrounded by three feet, like Bodhi facing the wind, dignified and far away. No matter how thunder and lightning the outside world is, and the sky and the earth change color, I only have a Buddha's heart and become a world of my own.

The rain is like a waterfall, the electric light is shining, and the white thin figure is swaying in the wind and rain, but it has never shaken a half.

Not far away, several balls of fireball-like lightning followed and burst down. Suddenly, the flames soared into the sky, and the fireworks swallowed, and not long after gradually extinguished in the pouring rain.

After a long time, the thick clouds gradually dispersed and everything gradually calmed down.

Tonight, Bai Lang couldn't help but be confused. Thinking of the earth-shaking war three years ago, he remembered that the Buddha seal monk once said that this was the place of the six-day fire, and he couldn't help but feel nervous and a little uneasy.

The monster that was suppressed by joint hands that day was under the falling sword peak. Bai Lang suddenly remembered this matter and was first shocked by himself. He secretly said that the monster would not run out, right?

After all, he was just a 14- or 15-year-old teenager. He was curious and moved. He hesitated for a moment. Seeing that the fire was going out and the rain began to slow down, he returned to silence again, so he wondered whether to go over and explore.

"It's good to go and have a look. I don't know what the thunder just made the falling sword peak look like. In the future, there will be no such a name of the first peak in heaven and earth!"

Bai Lang looked at the faint remnant peaks in the night in the distance and said to himself.

When he made up his mind, Bai Lang no longer hesitated. He took his feet lightly, and the wind swept towards the main peak. He first learned Taoism and is still in the stage of cutting the marrow and changing his constitution. Although he will also use the aura of heaven and earth to transform great power, he is still far from flying in the imperial air.

Although the mountain road is rugged and bumpy, Bai Lang was born from a small mountain and has a flexible body. At half a cup of tea, he arrived at the falling sword peak. Previously, across a mountain in the distance, it had been shocked by the previous power of heaven and earth, but now it is another scene.

As far as I could see, the rubble, the charred trees were skewed and scattered, emitting bursts of smoke, and a burning smell floated, which made Bai Lang couldn't help frowning and looking in the direction of the smell. It turned out to come from a dark corpse not far away. It seemed that the wild animals in the mountains had suffered a reckless disaster here. .

The mountain that was originally like a sword and a dragon has long been completely out of sight. It has been cut off, and there is no longer the strange and dangerousness of the past. In the past, it was praised by the talented men of the world, and the poetry wall full of treasures of famous families was also destroyed and disappeared.

I don't know how many literati will sigh for this from now on, but Bai Lang is not in this mood at this moment. He is stunned and looks at the pile of rocks in front of him like a ghost.

The branches in front of them are sagging, the smoke is curling, swaying like ghosts, and the trees are rocky, desolate and dilapidated.

A broken jar is missing a corner, covered with dust, dark without a trace of luster, suspended in the air, dripping around.

If he hadn't seen the strange charm sealed by the mouth of the altar, and if he hadn't seen the jar floating in the air incredibly, Bai Lang would not have doubted that he had the impulse to kick the jar.

Has anyone ever seen such a rough and shabby garbage jar?

I'm afraid the ashes altar buried underground for thousands of years is not so ugly and weird!

"B>

A soft sound in the jar echoed in the silent night, which was particularly flimping.

Bai Lang immediately felt like being stabbed by a needle, shouted and jumped back. At the same time, his hands changed like a lotus, and a golden Buddha appeared and stood in front of him.

The originally dim, shabby jar trembled and made a sound. The yellow charm sealed at the mouth of the altar suddenly glowed like snow, as bright as the moon, constantly flashing, as if trying to suppress something to break out.

Bai Lang became more and more surprised. He stepped back a few steps and watched intently. He didn't want to come forward rashly to avoid heresy.

But in a moment, the originally dilapidated altar was already a masterpiece, blooming with thousands of glows, illuminating the surroundings. There were strange and mysterious Taoist lines fluctuating on the altar, and Bai Lang narrowed his eyes slightly. The divine glory was too dazzling to look directly.

Despite this, there seems to be a stronger force struggling to come out of the altar. The charm at the mouth of the altar has broken, and several invisible gaps are slowly expanding. Even if the charm is very powerful, it is gradually clumsy.

"Kka! " click!"

A strange voice came, as if the gold stone was broken. Bai Lang's aftergguang saw that the curse at the mouth of the altar had completely broken, and several cracks almost divided the spell into two halves. The magic charm trembled and reached the end of the strong crossbow.

The mouth of the altar was dark and unpredictable, like a yellow spring, which was faint. Bai Lang seemed to see something slowly sticking out.

"Kong!"

A sad voice suddenly exploded. In the silent night, there was no one, and there was only one thing like an old urn suspended in the air. The sound was so strange that Bai Lang trembled all over and almost fled.

Then a black shadow flashed quickly in the air and hid into the mountains and forests in the distance. Bai Lang's eyesight was excellent, but he had already seen that it was just a crow. Suddenly, he was furious and wanted to curse.

It's just that the dirty words can't be said in the future, and Bai Lang's angry expression was replaced by horror. Finally, the charm couldn't hold on, cracked a gap, and the crystal glow fell down.

A skinny black hand stretched out from the mouth of the black altar!

The air seemed to be stagnant, and Bai Lang couldn't help fighting a cold war, and a coolness came out from the bottom of his heart. The black hand seemed to have endless evil spirit, evil and strangeness, as if with a fierce atmosphere, broke through the nine secluded hell and slowly climbed out!

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