Outside the imperial city.

The vast mountains.

The dragon veins are winding, mysterious and unpredictable.

Deep in the endless mountains, a green path slowly emerged, mysteriously, like an ancient dark road, extending from an incredible direction.

Gululu...

The sound of the bronze wheel turning slowly came out, and a rusty bronze chariot slowly drove from the end of the green light path. On both sides of the light path, countless shadows appeared, whispering to each other, and bursts of mysterious sounds were made in their mouths, like talking across the water, like someone’s unconscious dream, and some similar to strange mockery...

A burst of strange sounds sounded on both sides of the underworld, making people feel anxious and want to look back...

But this ancient bronze chariot was unmoved and was still moving forward slowly.

There were waves of low coughs coming from the chariot, as if someone had suffered serious internal injuries.

A large number of strong men were surrounded by the front and rear of the chariot.

There are more than a dozen old antiques who are quietly following.

These old antiques were all injured, with a sluggish expression. Some had broken arms, some had bandages wrapped around their bodies, and some had disappeared on their left half of their cheeks. They could clearly see the brain tissue inside, slowly beating...

But even so, he is still not dead.

These old antiques are all in the late stage of the Heavenly Level to the Great Perfection of Heavenly Level…

"Ahem cough cough..."

In the chariot, the sound of coughing kept coming, as if he had tuberculosis.

A black flag was inserted on the carriage, flying.

There are two large red characters written on it.

【Eight Kings】.

Gululu...

The bronze chariot continued to walk forward slowly. When passing by a gloomy mountain range, a monk wearing a cassock and smiling face appeared here, as if he had been waiting for a long time.

The monk's face is young, but his eyes show vicissitudes. He holds a mouthful of white bone Buddhist beads in his hand. In addition to being a little extraordinary, it also has a little weirdness.

"Amitabha, how good it is!"

The monk's smile slowly came out.

The walking bronze chariot suddenly stopped.

The coachman who was driving the car sank his eyes and a hoarse voice came out, "The Demon Crossing the Sea of ​​Debauchery!"

"Several donors, the sea of ​​suffering is boundless, and turning back is the shore!"

The monk smiled.

"snort!"

The coachman snorted coldly, his eyes were cold, and he said hoarsely: "Can you monk know who is sitting in this chariot?"

"Ahem cough cough..."

A violent cough came from the carriage, and an extremely tired voice sounded, saying, "I am not rude, the holy monk stops me here, there must be something important, and I would like to ask the holy monk to explain it!"

"Good, good!"

The monk let go of the Buddha's name and smiled and said, "Your Highness the Eight King, have you ever taken the three-day immortal pill that the little monk gave you?"

A cough came from the carriage, and after a moment, he spoke, "I accept it!"

"The Buddha said that everything is fate, everything is determined. Anyone who obeys me for three days of immortality will be saved by me and become my demon. Your Highness, the Eight Kings, it's time for us to set off!"

The monk said with a smile.

"You want to save me?"

A cold voice came from the carriage, saying, "I have defied the heavens and attacked the gods. I have seen countless gods falling, and have also flowed across the dark sea. After a lifetime of death, do you want to save me? Let me accept my fate. Do you think I will agree? If I accept my fate, I will not steal the power of the gods back then!"

The young monk smiled slightly and said, "How many times have you lived and died? This has been like this forever. Why should your highness be obsessed with it? Following the little monk may not be a dead end, but if you don't follow the little monk, that is the real dead end!" ::

"Holy Monk, is there a big thing happening outside?"

The Eight King suddenly asked hoarsely.

"When the little monk saw the heroes chaotic the imperial city, a mysterious strong man appeared and wanted to kill the prince. Now he is afraid that the prince will die. Even if the prince is rushing back, he will only gain his life!"

The monk smiles.

"You mean that I will die at that man's hands?"

The Eight Kings' tone was even colder.

"The sea of ​​suffering is boundless, and turning back is the shore."

The monk said with a smile.

"Ahem cough cough..."

In the carriage, there was a violent coughing sound, and the Eight Kings' voice smiled sinisterly, saying, "I don't believe it. I only believe that my fate is my own, not the heaven. When I fought against the gods, everyone said that I would die, but I survived. Not only did I survive, but I also enjoyed the glory of thousands of years and avoided the three shortcomings and five disadvantages. I just want to tell you that man conquers heaven, holy monk, you cannot save me, the sea of ​​suffering is boundless, I will break the sea of ​​suffering, and the path of life and death is dead, and I will open a new path again!"

"Why should your highness be persistent?"

The monk said with a smile.

"Enough, Holy Monk, go away!"

The Eight King's tone turned cold.

"drive!"

The coachman drove the carriage away and continued to walk forward.

Gululu...

The bronze wheels rotate and slowly move forward in the green light path.

There was only one young monk left on the spot, leaving the world independent and vague.

brush!

Behind him, a white light flashed, and a throne made of white bones appeared. It was extremely strange, and a sound came from the throne.

"Monk, can you really conclude that he will die?"

"Amitabha Buddha, donor, you have a connection with my Buddha, why not put down your butcher's knife and become a Buddha on your own?"

The monk smiled and looked at the Bone Throne.

The Bone Throne sneered, "You monk is really talking nonsense."

It turned into a white light and went away again.

The palace is blessed by the great fortune formation, and it is a joke to assassinate the prince. This monk is really unbelievable. Even if the gods are resurrected, they have to kill the prince under the great fortune formation, which is almost impossible.

…

far away.

The bronze wheel rolls forward.

The coachman frowned and whispered, "Master, is the monk really saying it? The prince was really killed?"

A low cough came from the carriage, and the Eight King said coldly: "The third, the fifth, the seventh, the old man died, and the great luck formation has dissipated for half. Even if you kill the prince at this time, it is nothing. Besides, the monk's words have always been half true and half false. I don't know how many people have suffered a great loss. My heart is as firm as iron. No matter what the future is, it cannot stop me!"

The coachman nodded quietly and continued to move forward.

…

Inside the imperial city.

The elder of the Fear Sect, the second elder, breathed a sigh of relief in his heart, his eyes were surprised and he looked into the sky.

The huge purple light cauldron suddenly disappeared, and they all thought that the people from the Heavenly Court had left.

Now it seems that the other party didn't leave at all!

It was still in mid-air, but it was hidden from everyone's sight.

This method is really weird.

But I don’t know how the other party will take action if he kills the prince?

The prince is the crown prince of the Eastern Palace. He is full of infinite luck and is almost immortal. If you want to kill him, you will be able to destroy this lucky formation!

Another direction.

The Lord of the Palace of Destruction also breathed a sigh of relief and looked into the distance.

The Heavenly Court is indeed the mysterious Heavenly Court!

He knew that the other party would not leave.

Such a big fanfare but suddenly left, it was not like their style at all.

The seven immortal monsters who were running away all stopped suddenly, looked at the sky with a look of surprise.
To be continued...