Qin Ye entered the Great Xia Jiangshan Jitu.
Next second.
Professor Chen looked towards the Jiangshan Ji scroll and saw a figure descending from the sky above the lakes, seas and rivers depicted in the scroll.
At the same time.
The world in the painting of rivers and mountains.
Qin Ye fell from a high altitude, overlooking the mountains and rivers below that were like a cage of sun, moon and lakes.
The lake was very deep, stained with a thick black color, but even so, Qin Ye, with his immune system, could see the deep sea scenery in the lake clearly. The little King Qin Guang roared and lay at the bottom of the lake, thrashing with his hands and feet.
It's like a child lying on the ground clamoring for a toy.
㱗Nonsense.
But this mischief is not that of an ordinary child, every move he makes stirs up trouble.
"I want to go back! I want to go back!!"
Little Qin Guang was noisy, and the sound he made was loud and sharp.
Qin Ye hovered above the lake, snapped his fingers and a few rays of golden light shot out, which sank into the lake. Suddenly, a strange scene appeared.
The turbid lake visibly faded from its dark color and became clear. Under the sunlight, the scenery at the bottom of the lake was clearly visible, and the water was as clear as a mirror.
"Is this poor monk still alive?"
Outside the Jiangshan Qijitu, the monk from Mount Wutai reshaped his body and woke up. He looked at the ascetics around him and was a little surprised.
"Or have you all entered the cycle of reincarnation together with this humble monk?"
He expressed his doubts, but did not need to wait for anyone's response. He glanced at the Jiangshan Qitu map in the center of the formation.
The mountains, rivers and lakes in the picture have regained their clarity.
The monks in Mount Wutai could not help but feel happy, and then they realized that he had been rescued from the cycle of reincarnation by Qiang.
"Did you hold on until Senior Black Mist's support arrived?"
He looked at the figure in the air in the painting and made a guess, but just as he made his guess, he suddenly felt something and looked towards the gate of hell.
Just beyond the Ghost Gate, at the end of the Yellow Springs Road...
Like a god emerging from the sky.
The man in black fog and the Ghost Queen Yanzhi came over from a distance.
"Isn't it Senior Black Mist? The person who saved this poor monk, the person in the painting, is..."
"It's Senior Night King."
At this time, Professor Chen finally spoke. She recovered from staring at the scroll and explained the doubts of the monk from Mount Wutai.
"He saved you from the cycle of reincarnation, and now he has taken over the task of suppressing Lord Qin Guang."
The man in black fog and the Ghost Queen Yanzhi who arrived heard what Professor Chen said.
Although I didn’t see the consequences.
But after learning the content of the words, the man in black fog looked at the monk from Mount Wutai and his reshaped body, and couldn't help but sigh.
"Sculpting a golden Buddha statue will turn misfortune into fortune in the future, and hopefully lead to Nirvana and enlightenment."
"Amitabha, I feel so ashamed. I only tried for a second, but in return, Senior Night King went to great lengths to rescue me from the cycle of reincarnation. I feel so ashamed."
A monk in Mount Wutai puts his hands together.
Then a second later.
The Ghost Queen's red lips under her rouge-red veil slightly opened, and a pleasant ghostly voice came out.
"Effortless? If it were me and Black Mist rescuing you from the cycle of reincarnation, it would indeed be laborious, especially recreating the Buddha's golden body. But for my husband, it's just a piece of cake."
The man in black fog echoed.
"It's not that hard. Pulling the deceased soul out of the cycle of reincarnation is a great achievement for us, but in Qin Zun's eyes, it's probably just like saving an ordinary drowning person from the river."
Their words echoed in the ears of all the cultivators.
The Ox-nosed Scholar's eyelids twitched.
His expression became complicated.
Not sure whether it was emotion or regret, but eventually it turned into envy, the ox-nosed scholar looked at the monks in Mount Wutai and grumbled.
"If I had known earlier, I would have passed away earlier. Perhaps I could have obtained this blessing."
The man in black fog walked up to Professor Chen.
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