Chapter 534 Buddha Immortal
Is it possible that Long Mie will not die?
Gu An looked at Shen Zhen's paintings and had such a guess in his heart.
In the memory of the God Emperor of Annihilation, he and Zhan Ting were indeed trying their best to hunt down the Long clan, but descendants of the Long clan could always escape.
Waiting until Long Qing, the God Emperor of Annihilation was obviously wary and began to observe secretly.
Could it be that Long Mie was secretly protecting the descendants of the Long clan?
While Gu An was thinking, he raised his hand and gently patted Shen Zhen on the shoulder.
Shen Zhen suddenly came back to her senses. She subconsciously turned to look at Gu An. When she saw Gu An's face, she let out a sigh of relief.
She said: "I seemed to be trapped in some kind of magic barrier just now. I saw a person, and he kept staring at me. It was so scary."
As she spoke, she looked at her painting, with fear in her eyes for the first time.
Gu An asked: "What else did you see?"
Shen Zhen began to describe the demonic barrier he had entered previously.
Under the high mountain in the painting was a sea of blood, with bones floating and sinking, which was extremely horrifying. The sea of blood made her feel uncomfortable and could not draw it.
The man in blood clothes standing on the top of the mountain gave Shen Zhen an endless feeling of desolation. Although she had not seen this man's past, she could feel that he bore a blood feud and was lonely.
Listening to Shen Zhen describing how Long Mie made her feel, Gu An sighed in his heart.
It seems that the cause and effect of the Long family has not yet been completely settled.
After Shen Zhen finished speaking, Gu An joked: "It seems that your enlightenment will also bring you inner demons, so you need to be more careful in the future."
Shen Zhen nodded, but she felt a little confused.
She drew this picture while looking at Gu An, which means that the person in the picture is likely to have some kind of connection with Gu An.
Seeing that Gu An didn't want to talk, she didn't ask.
Over the years, she has drawn many paintings through Gu An, and she knows that Gu An's origins are not simple. Because of this, she will not ask too many questions, so as not to cause trouble to Gu An.
The two chatted for a while, and then Gu An turned around and went back to the house.
He still had to go over the memory of the God Emperor of Annihilation, and at the same time think about when to take action against Zhanting.
Zhanting was created by his reincarnation body, and now it has been replaced by someone else, and he uses it to do evil, so he must solve this cause and effect.
After Shen Zhen watched Gu An return to the house, she focused her eyes on the scroll again, and her expression became strange.
"Strange, why do you feel like he looks a bit like Gu An?"
Shen Zhen muttered, and she suddenly came up with a bold guess.
Could it be that the person in the painting is from a certain life of Gu An?
Thinking of this, she suddenly felt very uncomfortable.
Gu An is always so kind to the people around him, never blushing, and he is willing to help others deal with big troubles, but he himself has experienced a difficult life that ordinary people can't imagine.
Shen Zhen always felt that Gu An was great, could be kind to the people around him, and could save the common people, but as her realm became higher and higher, her admiration for Gu An continued to increase.
Gu An could always refresh her understanding of him.
Shen Zhen looked at the people in the scroll, his eyes becoming wandering again.
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The sky is filled with yellow sand, the wind and waves are as violent as floods and beasts, and an ancient temple is located in the wind and sand.
Zhang Buyu, who tied his white hair behind his head, pushed open the door and entered the Buddhist hall. He then closed the door.
The Lord of the Mysterious World and the King of Mysterious Ghosts were meditating everywhere in the house. They all looked pale and had weak breaths. The Lord of the Mysterious World was full of bloodstains on his face, which was very scary.
The mysterious ghost king named Zhenliudao opened his eyes and looked at Zhang Buku, and asked feebly: "Can you find anything?"
Zhang Buyu shook his head and said: "Boundless, without any living beings, the sun in the sky is getting hotter and hotter. If this continues, we will definitely be refined."
As soon as these words came out, the supernatural ghost kings opened their eyes one after another.
"It's over, it's over, it's completely dead now."
"I've told you a long time ago that I don't dare to chase any immortal fate, it's unreliable, and we have special powers, so we can't act together."
"What's the use of talking about this now?"
"Master, please speak up. We can't just sit back and wait for death!"
"The villain must be hiding in the dark, waiting for us to be unable to resist. If we fall into his hands, it will be worse than being scorched to death by the sun."
Zhang Buyu was already used to the noise in the Buddhist hall. He raised his head and looked at the big Buddha statue at the back. The Buddha statue was covered with dust and looked so ancient.
Ever since he stepped into this temple, Zhang Buku always felt that there was something wrong with the Buddha statue. Although the gods and ghost kings had checked it, he still felt uncomfortable.
He felt like he was being stared at, and he was being stared at with malicious eyes.
The master of the supernatural realm saw something wrong with Zhang Buku's expression and asked, "Are you okay?"
Zhang Buku looked at him, shook his head and said, "I'm fine. I feel that the person who led us into this world must have some deep intentions. He probably didn't want to wait for us to die, because we are no longer his opponents."
As soon as he said this, the supernatural ghost kings stopped making noise and all looked at him.
Zhang Buyu took a deep breath and said: "Everyone, on the way here, you also saw the heads of those Buddha statues. They seemed to have been deliberately thrown into the desert by some being. They guided us to this temple. Maybe there is hope for life." In this temple.”
Upon hearing this, the supernatural ghost kings stood up one after another and began to look around.
The master of the supernatural world also felt that it made sense. He turned around and observed his surroundings.
Gradually, the temple fell into silence.
After a while.
All eyes are focused on the big Buddha statue.
Ni Jiuyou looked nervous and asked, "Do you feel anything is wrong?"
His words broke the silence, and other supernatural ghost kings followed suit, telling their own feelings, as if the liveliness could drive away their inner anxiety.
Zhang Buku's pupils suddenly dilated, and his eyes were fixed on the eyes of the big Buddha.
The big Buddha was about to touch the roof, and it was dark there, making its face blurry. Zhang Buku saw that its eyes were smiling.
This feeling made him feel cold all over, and fear instinctively arose in his heart.
Not long after, the supernatural ghost kings also quieted down, because they all found that the big Buddha was smiling, so cold and evil that they even felt greedy.
They gradually gathered together, shoulder to shoulder.
The master of the supernatural world stared at the big Buddha, took a deep breath, and asked: "May I ask which senior is resting here? If we disturb you, I hope you can point out a way to survive."
As the voice fell, the eyes of the big Buddha smiled into two slits, which was even more weird.
"You want the fate of immortality? The fate of immortality is here."
A sinister laugh sounded, making Zhang Buku and others more fearful and closer to each other.
The Lord of the Divine Realm suppressed his fear and asked calmly: "We can not have the fate of immortality. I wonder if the senior can let us go?"
"Of course... No!"
The cold voice deliberately dragged out the sound, and then suddenly shouted, frightening the gods and ghosts to tremble.
The big Buddha statue's eyes fell on Zhang Buku and sneered: "I am a Buddha immortal. I need a lot of flesh and blood to revive, but I don't want to be resurrected. You can choose one of you to accept my inheritance."
A god and ghost king asked with a stiff face: "What about the others?"
The Buddha looked at him and smiled grimly: "Of course, they will be eaten by my inheritors."
His words made the Buddhist hall fall into silence again.
Zhang Buku was uncomfortable with the Buddha's eyes just now. He had a hunch that the other party was playing tricks on them. He might be chosen as the inheritor by the Buddha and then besieged by others.
"The cause and effect of that guy Jiemie suddenly disappeared, and I don't know at whose hands he died. It's a good opportunity for me to run into you. I can decide on a successor as soon as possible so that I can get away." The voice of the Buddha sounded again, and this time it seemed as if he was talking to himself.
