Some things.

Even if the trolls don’t deliberately accept it.

Don't deliberately remind yourself, but no matter what he thinks, he is there, he just happened, he just needs to go to the end.

It’s like this ancient battlefield.

It's like the eighth universe that's about to invade!

This is their mission, even if they can escape, they can't escape, they can't escape!

The pedestalists don’t say too much about these things.

This time his appearance was very simple, but only to bring a message from a saint...

The Lord, who looked down at the living, finally got the news.

This is said to the saint, but in fact, it is also said to the tidbit.

Time is no longer allowed to be wasted.

In that eighth universe, the thugging forces are already gathering...

In less than three months, it will come!

Time is impatient...

It’s even beyond the budget of the babe.

He knew that the day would come incredibly quickly, but he felt that perhaps he could successfully activate the ultimate task of the hungry system to cope with this event.

But he wants more!

Neither the Lord nor the people of the universe would give him this opportunity!

After watching the prosthetic people really leave, Wei Ziqing returned to heaven with a heavy mind...

Although he did not show it, as his woman, there are some things he can't hide from everyone.

Unspeakable...

No one is going to mention it.

But the babe knows that there is not much time left for him!

"But what about that?Three months, three months, enough, even if you can't completely control the system, but what are you afraid of?You have a chance, as long as you succeed in this three worlds, you still have a chance!”

That's the only way!

Without the quasi-hospitality, you can't really fight with some so-called strong people!

Just like the Saints!

He did not know whether the gods had a saint this time, but he must be prepared, otherwise he would not be able to protect everything he wanted to protect!

So...

In the next few days, the babe chose to close!

Until, at one time, he stepped on his forty-fifth crossing!

...

The wind!

It's scratched!

The whole sky became dark.

Thunder, flashing.

A high mountain into the sky.

A monkey full of weeds opened his eyes that had not been opened for a long time, not only him, but also in the sky, on the nine clouds, and the strong one, who had not opened for a long time.

The Kunlun Mountains.

In the palace.

A rich, high-cooled and stunning woman's flame-like red lips slightly lifted: "Five hundred years, you finally came back, this westward road, finally to rise again?"

She did not move!

After whispering this, he closed his eyes again.

But she knew that at that moment, some people were already trembling!

For example, the one who was once high, but was humiliated for 500 years never took a step out of heaven, the name of the dead Haotian...

The West...

The Bodhi World!

There are also two saints, clenched their fists, even if they have achieved the saint, but at this moment, they are still angry!

"I have waited for the saint for tens of millions of years, at this time he returned, he will not stop, brother, we should fight!" 」

The quasi-tat-received look at the opening, the sight, the killing is burning, and the Bodhi tree that balances the world behind it is rustling.

“Can you argue?”

Take a look at the question.

The Three Saints of the East have reached an agreement with him.

The old sage also stood with him inexplicably...

Only one primitive, but vacillating, since five hundred years ago, in the absence of any news, can they contend?Fight to win?

“Can!”

"Can't argue, but also have to fight, this is about the rise and fall of the West, this move is not indisputable, in the future of the havoc, I wait, it is difficult to stand!" 」

“Maybe he will succeed.”

In the words of the introduction, it is necessary to know what it means, but the quasi-promoting shakes its head: "Successful?"If he succeeds, it may not be a good thing for us in the West, if he fails, I may still have a glimmer of life in the West, and my brother has to forget him, and his attitude towards the West such as me?"

The silence came down.

Some words, a little bit broken.

For example, let him understand some things.

Especially when it comes to the West...

“Then argue!”

At this time, the Bodhi world buzzed, and the sky was full of great glory...

However, this light is no longer a golden Buddha light that symbolizes compassion and compassion, but a red light mixed with bright blood...

That is...

The Light of Killing!

“If you don’t argue, it’s a demon!”

In the sky outside.

The old man opened his eyes and sighed.

A decision of the saint, in the midst of the English will affect the river of destiny.

In the river of great fate, it symbolizes the luck of Buddha, the early eyes surging, and turning into a demon in heaven...

This does not attract the attention of many saints in the sky.

“The West is no longer out of the way!”

The old man slowly closed his eyes...

At this same time, the sky in the Samsung cave is sneer, the same is the original in the sky but silent, only a certain saint, from the beginning to the end, there is no news...

Her whereabouts, even if she is a saint, do not know where she is.

...

Under the mountain.

The head of the dead monkey looked up at the man in the green dress in front of him, and he smiled and opened the mouth full of yellow teeth.

And the man in green, when he saw the monkey, also laughed.

Laugh very calmly.

But this smile, the dark sky, broke the clouds, sprinkled the wispy gold, the sky is illuminated for it.

"Five hundred years, the old man is finally coming out?"

The monkey spit on a sputum, some crazy, that pair of eyes, but also have the intention to burn!

“It’s time to come out, he should be here too!”

The man in Tsing Yi smiled and nodded, taking a deep breath: "Monkey, this is your world!"

“The old man’s house?”

The monkey grinned, “It should be said, our world...”

The Tsing Yi man also laughed: "But as soon as I came back, someone began to enter the devil, that killing, even if it is across the river of fate, can be so clear, monkey, you are terrible?" 」

“Afraid?”

The monkey sneered and asked the man in green: “Are you terrible?”

The man did not answer, but asked him, “What do you say?”

The monkey laughed, “Then...”

“Let’s fight!”

The man in green is gone.

The monkey looked at him...

the same day.

On the mountain road full of thorns, a young monk, with a reins in one hand, clenched the golden cane in one hand, and the wide robe hunted, greeted the sunset, appeared in front of the monkey...