Chapter 1063 The Mist Of Destruction

Cassock, somersaulting cloud... Lin Qiye can't think of anyone who meets these two items at the same time, except Sun Wukong after Xiu Chengdou defeated Buddha.

Lin Qiye has never been very familiar with Monkey King's condition. Now that he has the opportunity to directly contact Monkey King himself a hundred years ago, it is naturally a good opportunity to understand the condition. He wants to see what happened to Monkey King back then.

As if sensing Lin Qiye's aura, the figure flying far ahead with somersaulting clouds suddenly hovered in the air.

When he turned his head, an ancient ape in cassock was frowning and staring at Lin Qiye, doubts flashed in those golden eyes.

Sure enough, it was Monkey King.

Seeing his true face, Lin Qiye became more determined in his mind.

Compared with the Monkey King in the hospital, the Monkey King in front of him looks more sacred, without the looming demonic aura, and without sharp eyes, the golden monkey hair exudes a faint halo, and those eyes are like autumn The lake water in the sun is not surprised by ancient waves.

He stood there like a real fighting Buddha... not the Monkey King.

"Who are you? Why do you do somersaults?" Dou Zhanfo asked Lin Qiye with a frown.

Lin Qiye was silent for a moment, and was about to say something when Dou Zhanfo Buddha said, "Are you also a disciple of the ancestor?"

Lin Qiye was taken aback for a moment, then quickly realized, nodded and said:

"Exactly."

Sun Wukong's master is the Bodhi Patriarch of the Three Star Cave in the Oblique Moon. His supernatural powers are basically taught by the Patriarch, and somersaulting cloud is also on the list.

From Sun Wukong's point of view, he can do somersaults, and there seems to be no other possibility except that he is the disciple of Patriarch Bodhi.

Lin Qiye was worried that he didn't know how to explain his identity, and Sun Wukong took the initiative to throw out the answer, so he naturally had to answer.

Dou Zhanfo nodded slightly, and didn't ask any more questions. His eyes looked at the mist that was sweeping in the distance again, his brows furrowed tightly, and he flew away on the cloud again.

Lin Qiye followed closely behind him.

The closer he got to the border, the more an indescribable sense of terror rose in Lin Qiye's heart, as if something was staring at him from the mist.

Lin Qiye looked at the dark mist in the distance and fell into deep thought.

He originally thought that the mist that invaded Great Xia a hundred years ago was no different from the mist he saw, but now it seems that this is not the case.

Before, he was surprised that the legendary mist that descended a hundred years ago could make the gods wither and everything annihilate, but judging from his own experience of entering the mist several times, the lethality of the mist does not seem to be as terrifying as in the legend.

Not to mention anything else, two years ago, the Egyptian gods took Fengdu of Great Xia to fly in the mist for so long, and they didn't see much of their divine power fading away, and the ceiling of a human like Zhou Ping can also survive without any protective measures. In case of a short walk in the fog.

Looking at it now, the fog of annihilation that descended a hundred years ago is not at the same level as the fog that Lin Qiye had seen.

The mist that Lin Qiye had seen was off-white, while the mist of annihilation reappeared in front of him through the silhouette of time was as black as ink. Even if he did not enter the mist, he could still feel the deathly silence emanating from it.

He had a hunch that if he entered the black mist in front of him, he might not survive even a minute.

As he and Dou Shengfo approached the fog, more and more Daxia gods were around.

Lei Gong and Dian Mu bombarded the mist with thunder for a long time, but failed to stop it at all. Their faces were extremely ugly. They flew to the clone of Queen Mother of the West standing high in the sky, and saluted bitterly:

"Reporting to my mother, my subordinates are incompetent..."

"It's not your fault." Queen Mother Xi said softly, "Go and rest."

Seeing the two retreating to the side dejectedly, Queen Mother Xi's eyes flashed a look of helplessness, she glanced around from the corner of her eye, saw Lin Qiye coming in the clouds, and said to her via voice transmission:

"Lin Qiye, come to Bengong's side."

When Lin Qiye heard the sound transmission from Queen Mother Xi, he was startled for a moment, and then quickly flew to the side of Queen Mother West on a somersaulting cloud.

Lin Qiye raised his hand to salute, looked around, and saw that other Great Xia Gods were concentrating on finding the weakness of the mist, and didn't pay attention to it, so he lowered his voice and asked inexplicably:

"Your Majesty, this is..."

"I know what you want to ask." The Queen Mother of the West slowly closed her eyes, "I use the Kunlun mirror to reproduce this scene for my own purpose."

Lin Qiye thought for a moment, then asked tentatively: "Is it related to the continuous sword mountain in Kunlun Xuner?"

The Queen Mother of the West raised her brows, as if she did not expect Lin Qiye to guess this, she simply nodded and said, "Yes, I have been making swords for a hundred years and building the Kunlun Sword Market, and now I only need this last step... This step is very important. "

"What does casting a sword have to do with replaying history?" Lin Qiye was puzzled.

"Everything in the world has spirituality, and the sword is the leader of all soldiers, and the spirituality is even more so." The Queen Mother of the West said lightly, "Forging swords in the world, only the body is cast, not the soul, but the soul is forged with the mind, so that it can see Love, love and the sound of the sword, only by casting the sword and opening the front can one be spiritually enlightened."

After hearing Queen Mother Xi's words, Lin Qiye half understood.

It probably means that only forging the body of the sword is not enough, it is necessary to imbue the sword with "intelligence" and let the sword generate "emotion" in order to truly achieve spirituality?

But... how to infuse "intent" and let the sword generate "love"?

While Lin Qiye was meditating, the gods of Daxia in front of the mist were already battered.

A few divine figures rushed out of the pitch-black mist, and the divine light around them was extremely dim. They were like birds with broken wings, staggered to the ground, coughed violently, and every time they coughed, there was a large amount of black mist Gushing out from the body, his face was extremely haggard.

"Reverend Huanglong, Reverend Puxian, Reverend Cihang!"

A fat-headed and big-eared monk wearing a monk's robe rushed towards them quickly, and a ball of Buddha's light poured into the bodies of the three of them from his palm, trying to force out the black mist in their bodies for them, but they couldn't shake them at all.

"You don't need to waste your efforts, Canopy... No, the Messenger of the Cleansing Altar." Master Huang Long coughed twice, then smiled palely, "After you have cultivated into a true fruit, it is a bit uncomfortable to call you that."

"Three Golden Immortals, how is the situation in the mist?"

"...not good." Master Puxian shook his head, "We just flew a few miles in the fog, and then we were attacked by seven or eight waves of strange monsters. Their numbers were far more terrifying than we imagined. If we hadn't Come back quickly, I am afraid that after the divine power is completely withered, you will be surrounded by them to death."