Perfect World

Late at night, the firelight was beating, there was black blood in the old man's hair, and there was an ancient sword stuck in his head, which was indescribably weird.

Suddenly, he moved, picked up the little boy, then spread his palms and slapped him with an astonishing force. Even though his body was as strong as the little boy, he felt severe pain and it was too much to bear.

He almost yelled. He recovered the broken sword out of kindness, but instead of receiving a reward, he was picked up and beaten. What is this?

The little boy struggled hard, but the ghost master was even stronger, far more than him. He moved his hand like a millstone and slapped his butt.

"Your uncle!" He was really annoyed. Why was he so unlucky? It was the first time in his life that he was beaten by someone, and he was an old ghost who owed him a favor.

The little boy was angry, his whole body was glowing, and the runes were intertwined, turning into a golden light curtain. He released a powerful aura, his hands and feet kicked off, and his arms had hundreds of thousands of kilograms of strength. Such violent movements of his limbs could definitely collapse a hill. .

However, the old man was as steady as a rock. He stood on the ground with his feet motionless, and used more force. He beat him so hard that the little boy rolled his eyes and almost passed away. Mainly out of anger.

"Old ghost, I'll fight with you!" He bared his teeth and claws, and used all his magic skills. However, neither the golden lightning nor the silver moon could move him. They struck the opponent with a clanging sound. The most egregious thing was that even the ancient His clothes can't be torn apart.

With a "swish" sound, he used the runes to roll up the God-killing Stone, grabbed it, and slapped the old man hard on him to fight back, but he was beaten even more fiercely.

"Ouch!"

"It hurts me so much!"

This time it was the magic stone and the little one cried out in pain, unable to hit the old man. It felt like he had hit a fairy mountain, and the bones in his body were about to break. This was simply unimaginable.

"What happened?" Qingfeng woke up, and soon he knew what happened. Although he couldn't see the ghost master, he had heard about ancient supernatural legends.

The boy in silver robe also regained consciousness. When he saw this scene, he was in a daze at first, and then he burst into laughter. He was extremely happy. This was really retribution.

The bald man was also awakened. He also smiled until his mouth was crooked, and said to himself: "Aren't you a cruel kid? You can sweep away the opponents again, and now you are finally taken care of, hahaha..."

Furball was alert, with golden luster flowing all over his body. He was very unloyal. He did not step forward to rescue him, but backed away with a whoosh, and stayed away to watch the show.

Seeing the little one deflated and beaten, except for Qingfeng who was worried, the silver-robed boy and the bald man both felt it was too much and felt that this was really a great pleasure in life.

This was the first time that the little boy suffered a big loss. He was beaten so hard that his whole body hurt, and his bones were about to fall apart. He was so angry that he sacrificed all the golden dragon shears, but was blocked by a layer of light curtain and could not kill the old man.

"Why did you hit me? You are so ungrateful, you old white-eyed wolf." He was so angry that he kept struggling.

It wasn't until a long time later that even the old man felt tired from the beating, so he let go and put him on the ground. If it were anyone else, a blow from the old man would definitely turn him into blood mist. The naughty kid was very skinny, and after being beaten, he was still energetic. He jumped up and cursed, quickly distanced himself from him, and then tore down the small tower and prepared to follow him. decisive battle!

"Old man, you have no conscience. I was kind enough to help you, but you did this to me!" His eyes were filled with fire.

For some reason, the more angry they saw Tiaojiao, the happier Xiao Tian and Erbalzi felt. It was so relieved that this hateful child was finally dealt with.

The little one blinked his big eyes and carefully measured the gap between the two sides. In the end, he was extremely frustrated. This was an ancient existence, so terrifying that it was impossible to fathom how powerful it was. Even if he used all his strength, he was still no match.

Seeing that the silver-robed boy and the bald man were laughing and looking so happy, he immediately darkened his face and threw the stone.

With a "bang", Xiao Tian covered his head and screamed in pain. His head was already full of bruises, but now he was hit again. The horns on his forehead were so high that they were almost dripping with water.

Then, the little boy rushed over and slapped away the bald guy who was almost grinning. He couldn't beat the ghost master, but he could definitely deal with these two people.

"Why did you hit me?" The little one couldn't let it go. He stared at the ghost master with big eyes and angrily. He worked hard and risked his life to retrieve the broken sword. It was fine not to get any benefits, but he was beaten. Dun, what is this? !

In fact, since his debut, he has been causing headaches to others. This is the first time that he has been repaired so harshly, and he is really unwilling to accept it.

The old man's eyes were a little dazed. It took him a long time to come back to his senses and said, "It's for your own good."

"Haha..." The bald man couldn't help it, and smiled crookedly again. After beating this cruel child, he actually said such a sentence, which would probably piss him off.

Xiao Tian didn't dare to be so arrogant, but the corners of his mouth were twitching, and he was very happy. When would he have the strength to beat this naughty kid, and then make him angry like this.

The two bald man screamed, his mouth crooked and his eyes squinted, because he was slapped away by the little one again.

"You have been practicing too fast recently and have advanced by leaps and bounds, leaving some hidden dangers. It is best to temper yourself first and strengthen yourself before moving forward." The old man said.

At first, the little boy was still sulking, but after hearing these words, his heart moved. This was also a problem he had been worried about. Not long after entering Baiduan Mountain, several small caves were opened in succession. This is absolutely amazing!

Liu Shen once warned him that if he practiced too fast, big problems might occur and some hidden dangers would be left.

In that small ancient world, the spiritual energy was too strong, and he understood the profound meaning of the runes. After swallowing various precious medicines, he couldn't even think about breaking through.

He didn't notice anything unusual, but he felt that his cultivation was really too fast. In just over a month, he had completed a journey that would have taken other geniuses several years.

Although there was no discomfort, he felt a little worried. Now that the old man pointed it out, he was naturally alert and asked hurriedly: "Is it serious?"

The old man seemed to be awake, his eyes were deep, and he was sincerely impressed by the little one's talent, and said: "It doesn't matter, you are indeed very cruel, leaving only some minor problems. From now on, I will go to the memorial place to meditate every day, and they will be fixed soon. "

"Let me just say, I am the strongest!" He made another ferocious and confident declaration.

When he came back to his senses, he felt that he had received a beating in vain. Since he was fine, why did the ghost slap him? This made him angry again.

"You can't hit me in vain, you have to make up for it!"

"Go to the Sutra Pavilion and learn more. One day, all the mountains and rivers here will no longer exist, and it won't be too far away. Just like the ancient times that passed away." The old man sighed, and then he burst out with a dazzling light. The light flooded the bamboo forest, making it difficult to open one's eyes.

When the strong light disappeared, there was no trace of the old man. Only a broken sword fell and hit the rocky ground with a crisp sound.

"What!" The little one was dissatisfied, staring and searching in all directions, but could no longer sense his breath.

The fur ball rushed over from a distance, turned into a golden light, picked up the broken sword, and bit it hard. With a "dang" sound, it bared its teeth and threw it to the ground.

The little boy picked up the broken sword and found that another piece of rust had fallen off. There was something transparent there, like some kind of gel.

This broken sword was also pieced together from two parts, bonded with some kind of divine substance. Now the rust has peeled off a little, revealing this transparent gel.

Furball just wanted to chew on this kind of thing.

The bald man jumped up and rushed over quickly, saying: "Show me!"

How could the little one give it to it? It was a big killing weapon. If this strange hairless bird turned around and gave him a sword, it would be great fun.

"Is this a magical ointment made from phoenix beaks and lin horns, connected to the broken sword? It's incredible, it can't be true, right?" The bald man stared at the transparent gel with his eyes wide open.

The little one was surprised. Could this sword be made from the beaks and horns of ancient divine birds and auspicious beasts that were made into paste? That’s amazing!

"No, it shouldn't be the beak and horns of an ancient god. It feels a little less divine." The bald man shook his head and saw the tower between the little girl's hair and said, "What is this? Let me have a look."

"No." The little boy refused.

"This little pagoda is so perfect. Although it is as clear as jade, it feels like the bones of a god." Erbaldie said, but he quickly shook his head and said, "You have so many imitations."

In order to cover it up, Xiao Budian beat it up to prevent it from getting angry. The origin of the small tower was mysterious. He felt it was more terrifying than a broken sword and he didn't want others to notice it.

The unlucky bald man's mouth was crooked again, but this time it was not because he was laughing, but because he was being beaten.

In the early morning, a ray of sunlight came, and they opened their eyes and stretched out. Although Xiao Tian was beaten again and his head was swollen again, the knot between him and the little one was finally solved.

This time, he got great benefits from eating Peng meat and drinking monkey wine. He got up early and left quickly. He wanted to continue to consolidate his cultivation and be ready to break through to a higher realm.

The little boy wrapped the roc meat in the bronze cauldron and the roasted meat on the fire for Qingfeng and asked him to take it away, which would help him practice quickly and become stronger as soon as possible.

But he also warned not to be too eager for success, because he almost had problems himself, which can be said to be a lesson learned from the past.

The sun rises, and the mist in the bamboo forest is dyed with colorful brilliance. It is very beautiful and dreamy. The morning glow is brilliant, and finally the morning mist is dispersed, and people feel warm when it falls on them.

The little one strode towards a forbidden area. It was a spiritual mountain with thousands of rays of light, thousands of auspicious colors, and waterfalls falling down. It looked spectacular and beautiful.

The Sutra Pavilion is built in this beautiful and mysterious forbidden land. No one can enter without permission. This is the highest holy place of Butian Pavilion.

Walking into this fairyland-like spiritual land, the little one discovered that this place is really vast, with dozens of spiritual mountains emitting auspicious light in the morning glow.

A magnificent and ancient building stands in front. It has a simple atmosphere. It has existed since ancient times and has carried so much!

The foundation was built here, the bones were buried, and the ancient god array was laid out before the construction of this huge building began. Therefore, it is difficult to erase it over time.

The walls are made of huge stones, majestic and tall, and the tiles shine with a light golden luster. This building is like a temple, tinged with a sacred brilliance in the morning glow.

This is the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion, the most important place in the ancient Pure Land. The little one is here!