A boom!

Ji Liao couldn't help but raise his eyes. The void was like glass shattering, with clear cracks appearing, which was a sign of the shattering of the world's barrier. Obviously, there was a god-demon-level existence that did not belong to this world and wanted to descend to the mountain world.

A faint phantom will emerge from the cracked space.

Ji Liao felt a lot of pressure, and even if he had thoughts, it became a little difficult.

He did not hesitate to lengthen the ancient magic dragon stick and stretched it towards the blue fire.

Without any words, Qinghuo understood and grasped the ancient demon dragon stick. If the whole thing could be completed in an instant, but under such suffocating pressure, the process became infinitely long.

Every action and every thought have been delayed by a thousand times.

The terrible pressure in the void is getting stronger and stronger.

Wusheng naturally felt the pressure, and sweat came out of his forehead, falling down, his face pale and bloody at all.

"You go first." He slowly and firmly raised his hand and raised his sword, pointing straight to the sky.

After several breaths, the ancient magic dragon stick continued to shrink, and the green fire was finally pulled to Ji Liao.

Ji Liao held Qinghuo's hand and said with difficulty: "I can only gamble on luck."

He forced a smile. In the face of a life-and-death crisis, his luck has never been very good. I hope it will be better this time, otherwise he would not die alone.

The mind is connected with the Pure Land, and silently asks for the Pure Land, so that Wusheng and Qinghuo can enter with him.

Two bright moons appeared in the void. It was not the moon, but the eyes of the coming god and demon. Its head was huge, more than a hundred feet long, and it could be vaguely seen as a bull head with red hair.

It is a huge version of the prey that Wusheng hunts.

Two faint and indifferent gazes hit Wusheng, and Wusheng's sword energy emitted a slight thunder. This was the strongest sword energy he could use at this moment. It was like a firefly facing the bright moon than the eyes of those who existed.

Po! Po!

Pure Land finally responded to Ji Liao's request. Ji Liao pulled Wusheng's horn, and the space crack suddenly appeared, and a suction force was emitted to swallow the three of them, but the two eyes still destroyed Wusheng's sword energy, hit him, and even the aftermath rippled on Ji Liao.

Fortunately, the space cracks closed quickly, and Ji Liao and the others finally arrived in the beach of the ancient temple and the Pure Land.

The yellow sand buried the three people, and the water outside the beach hit the sand on the three people's body like a tide. The obsession and resentment from sentient beings made Ji Liao, who had not fainted, very heavy and sad. The concept that all sentient beings are suffering has become clearer in his mind at this moment.

On the other hand, the god-demon-level existence who was about to descend, swept its eyes to the earth, and kept going back and forth, and finally gained nothing. Gradually, the cracks in the void began to repair, and the power of the world began to force this god-demon-level existence to retreat.

Ji Liao endured the spiritual grief brought by the yellow spring water and first emerged from the beach. He found Qinghuo who fainted. As soon as he sent his magic power, Qinghuo woke up and then found Wusheng.

This guy's vitality seemed to have completely disappeared. After Ji Liao carefully investigated, he found that Wusheng was still angry, but this angry feeling was not enough to wake him up.

Ji Liao wanted to treat him, but no matter how he used, he could not enhance his vitality.

Even the trace of anger in his body seemed to be there and there.

It seems to exist for a while, and then it seems to disappear completely.

Qinghuo used Gouyu to observe Wusheng, but there was no gain. She comforted her: "The root script of Wusheng is very strange, and he may wake up soon."

Ji Liao nodded slowly and took Wusheng to the ancient temple.

When she entered the ancient temple, Qinghuo was also curious. She also found the blood stains in front of the cushion and rubbed them over.

Ji Liao reached out to stop her and said, "This blood cannot be touched."

Then he explained it roughly.

Qinghuo suddenly realized and said, "So the place we are staying in is the Pure Land?"

Ji Liao said: "Yes."

Qinghuo said: "I heard that the Pure Land is either like a fairyland or a paradise. I didn't expect that the real Pure Land would look a little desolate and even a little dilapidated."

Ji Liao looked at the bloodstain and said, "Maybe it's because something bad happened here."

Qinghuo also watched the blood and said, "Can there be a big war here and someone injured the Master of Pure Land."

Ji Liao said: "There may have been a battle, but it may not be a big battle, because it is not messy here, and you can't find anything else strange except for the bloodstain."

Qinghuo was very smart. She said, "You mean that the master of Pure Land should be injured here easily? Could it be that he had serious injuries himself, he just failed to suppress the injury, so he had to vomit a little blood."

Ji Liao sighed: "If you are injured, is it safer to stay in your own nest?"

Qinghuo said: "Therefore, the Pure Land itself is very safe. If there is no external threat, the owner of the Pure Land will not leave?"

Ji Liao said: "I don't know much about the affairs of gods and Buddhas, so I can only infer from common sense that if that person is injured, he should stay in the Pure Land to recuperate. If there is no external threat, it is hard to imagine that person will leave the Pure Land. Moreover, he must have left in a hurry and did not come back, otherwise it would be impossible not to remove the blood."

This matter obviously contains an amazing secret. Where did the Master of the Pure Land go after leaving, who is his enemy, and whether the Master of the Pure Land is still alive is a mystery.

Ji Liao had to think about this because he was obviously a destined person recognized by the Pure Land.

From the moment he can enter and exit the Pure Land with ease, it means that he has been involved in this matter.

When it comes to gods and Buddhas, Ji Liao has to be careful.

Qinghuo pondered: "That kind of existence is too far away from us. Do you think about what the phantom that almost killed us before is? Will we encounter it when we go out?"

Ji Liao said: "I think such a powerful guy should not come easily, there will be restrictions, and it has been retreated."

This is not a false statement, because Ji Liao still has some mysterious connection with the world will of the mountain world, so he can sense that the terrifying guy was forced away by the world power of the mountain world.

However, after they went out, Ji Liao could not be 100% sure whether that guy would make a comeback. He could only infer from common sense that that guy might not be able to come easily. Otherwise, if such an existence was allowed to descend to the mountain world at will, it would cause great damage to the mountain world, and the will of the world would never allow such a thing to happen.

Qinghuo looked at Wusheng, who had no sign of awakening, and sighed, "I hope so."

Although Wusheng sometimes made her angry, Qinghuo still felt sad when she saw Wusheng being seriously injured and unconscious. Moreover, she still remembered how fearless and determined Wusheng waved his sword to meet him when that guy was about to destroy them.

Although Wusheng caused trouble, he also stood up as soon as possible and wanted to cut off their backs.

Ji Liao also focused on Wusheng's body, and suddenly he found a strange look. White hair grew on Wusheng's face. It was as thin as silk, and it had just grown.
Chapter completed!