The sound of the Sumeru objects collapsing and expanding, and finally being detonated by a hammer, even shook the map of the country and the people in the outside world.

The corners of the monk Huaikong's mouth twitched slightly, and he looked shocked.

"Hmm? When did you come, Abbot?"

Murong Xiao leaned back slightly, and then asked curiously:

"Is this also the first time you've seen someone put a Sumeru object into another Sumeru object?"

As we all know, the monk Huaikong is in charge of the way of Mount Sumeru from a mustard seed.

"Of course not."

"Oh? There is an expert? How did that person find out?"

It was not surprising that Murong Xiao was not surprised that someone had tried this before. After all, there were so many heroes in the world that it was not surprising that even a little genius like him could think of it.

But anyone who can do this is definitely not as inhumane as Brother Li.

"That person once accidentally obtained a very precious Sumeru object. The space inside it was very vast, and the material was magical. It was also top-notch among Sumeru objects."

"Then what?" Murong Xiao was a little curious.

"That person was born in a dangerous era when the country was about to collapse. He often encountered various crises and was often hunted down."

"He relies on that Sumeru object to deal with crises."

"When fighting against an enemy, the enemy's fists, arrows, and even bellybands... well, in short, most attacks can be absorbed by him with the Sumeru object and then neutralized."

The holy monk Huaikong spoke softly.

Murong Xiao touched his bald head and said, "It's possible. Why didn't I think of this... Wait, what's wrong?"

"Of course, ordinary Sumeru objects won't work. The main reason is that his is quite special."

Huaikong ignored the second half of his sentence: "So one time, he accidentally took the enemy's Sumeru object into his possession."

“Is there anyone who uses a bellyband to make a Sumeru object?”

"What bellyband?"

"Well, I mean, then what happened."

Murong Xiao quickly changed his words.

He mainly saw the master winking at him, and following his gaze, he saw the bowl in the abbot's hand.

Oh, the person you are talking about is yourself.

"A similar situation naturally occurred later, but it was not so severe. That person turned a disaster into a blessing and instead realized some of the mustard seed Sumeru Dao..."

"So Abbot, what does that bellyband look like?"

Murong Xiao asked with a kind and honest face.

The monk Huaikong said expressionlessly: "I see that you have been slacking off in your studies recently, so I will punish you by making you copy the Buddhist scriptures ten times."

"???"

.......

Under the canopy.

"That hammer just now was quite interesting."

Emperor Jingtai's brows relaxed, and he saw some clues:

"It seems to be similar to the Heavenly Sword?"

"If he can unleash this power to its full potential, perhaps the burden of expelling the Blood God will fall on him."

Grandma Yantian said this and shook her head again.

Emperor Jingtai was silent. He didn't know whether the old woman meant that it was difficult to do or that it was difficult to see clearly.

Or maybe it's both?

"Is this possible?"

"This is the first time this has happened. How do we deal with it?"

"Your Majesty didn't say anything, probably indicating his tacit approval."

"From the beginning, I felt it was unusual for Young Master Li to be born in a human city. It turns out he had more than one chance."

"But if he were to come back again, and if he were still a mortal, wouldn't he have to start all over again from the beginning?"

The number of Celestials is fixed. When some celestials die, new ones will take their place.

In other words, Li Mo is either in the underground city or the human city.

The old saying goes.

What’s the use of doing it more often? Persistence is the key.

......

In the Tianren City.

Li Mo held Bingtuozi's slightly cool hand.

On the opposite side, the hand reluctantly retracted into the coffin, and the sea of ​​blood gradually retreated back to the foreign land, as if it had never appeared.

But the big sun that confronts the cold moon still exists.

The spiritual consciousness of the Jiangshan Shejitu had no choice but to withdraw the projection of the Nine Heavens and Ten Earths, but it was obviously much more persistent than the Blood God.

"You can't keep me."

Li Mo spoke first: "If you must have a result, I will go out and come back in."

Da Ri was shocked and seemed to be lost in thought.

The rule is that after the trial-taker dies, he or she must leave Tianren City, but it does not say that he or she cannot enter again a second time.

Even in and out.

It was silent for a moment and said:

"Cannot descend upon the Celestial City."

"no problem."

After receiving Li Mo's affirmative answer, the sun slowly disappeared, returning the darkness to Taiyin.

Li Mo breathed a sigh of relief, after all, the other party was a divine weapon.

If he continues to persist, he won't have so many Sumeru objects to throw away.

Above the clouds in the night sky, everything suddenly became quiet.

When Li Mo turned around, he saw Ying Bing looking at him quietly, her eyelashes dyed into bright silver by the moonlight, sacred yet gentle.

Fifty years before the first round of natural disasters, he was born in Human City with the original intention of perfecting the interior.

He also didn't expect that Ying Bing would accompany him from beginning to end and go through a complete and ordinary life.

It is said that after a long time, people will get tired of each other, red roses will turn into cinnabar moles, and white moonlight will turn into white rice.

But at this moment, Bingtuozi was being held by him, and there was still a hint of expectation in his eyes.

It seemed as if she was looking forward to experiencing a different mortal world with him again.

"Bingtuozi, I will be reborn again and become a ghostwriter to venture into the martial arts world. How about that?"

"good."

"How do you know I can still recognize you? What if someone else accompanies me in the world?"

Ying Bing frowned, then relaxed her brows and said coldly, "There are none in Dawang Village, and there won't be any in the future."

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