Chapter 60: Accidental Hit, Flexible Bottom Line

Under the high temperature of thousands of degrees, the calm sea surface quickly boiled, and the Fukou City in the surface world was instantly torn into powder by the violent force under the combined action of gravity and geomagnetic force.

The tiny space channel was stretched to its limit by the terrifying energy.

In front of a meteorite, all beings are equal.

The terrifying shock wave swept across everything, and the layers of the surface world were ruthlessly torn apart.

Some demons sensed the abnormality and tried to seal the space crack in order to protect themselves.

However, the monks of Southern Shaolin used a little trick on the other side of the space rift to interrupt their plan and calmly led them to face death together.

At the entrance of Xiaochen Village, the gods, led by the village chief, panicked as they felt the destructive power from the outside world.

"You monks are really crazy. Aren't you afraid of death?" The village chief and Hong Yeye mobilized their divine powers together, trying to break the crazy monks' obstruction and close the space crack to preserve Xiaochen Village.

But how could the crazy monk sit idly by and watch the biggest evildoer in Fukou escape?

"Amitabha, I sincerely invite all the wise men to embark on the journey with me." As soon as the Buddha's name fell, the crazy monk instantly transformed into a sky-supporting Bodhisattva, piercing through the sky above his head and forcibly opening up several new space cracks.

Witnessing this scene, all the gods and men in Xiaochen Village went crazy.

If there was only one space crack transmitting the destructive force, they might be able to do everything they can to keep it out of the village.

However, the number of space cracks increased sharply, and all hopes were dashed.

The space of Fukou is chaotic and disordered, rather than layered.

If there were no cracks, the destructive force invading Xiaochen Village could still be controlled.

As long as they don't face that power head-on, relying on the characteristics of incense and Shintoism, they may be able to keep a backup plan and hope to return in the future.

However, Monk Yuekong's actions just now completely shattered this idea.

The surging destructive force has poured into Xiaochen Village through the space cracks.

The weaker gods and immortals in Xiaochen Village had no power to struggle and were instantly torn into pieces by the terrifying shock waves, turning into light spots and dissipating.

Although the village chief and the golden-armored god transformed by Hong Yeye fought hard, they were also succumbed to the villagers after a few breaths.

"Amitabha." After seeing this scene, Monk Yuekong, who was holding up the sky and the earth, smiled and retracted the protective light, allowing the massive destructive force to hit him, and quietly disappeared from the world.

The moment Monk Yuekong disappeared, a figure wrapped in the power of incense and vows rose into the sky.

The figure searched for the source of the incense on his body, and his speed was so fast that it seemed like a stream of light.

However, even though the figure's escape speed was incredibly fast, it still could not avoid the omnipresent destructive force.

"All living beings help me, and I will transform all living beings." Seeing the destructive force around him becoming stronger and stronger, the figure gritted his teeth and gave up most of his form and strength, wrapped in two stone beads, and disappeared between heaven and earth.

On the coast of Fujian, Ding Hai, who was sitting cross-legged on the top of a mountain, felt tremendous pressure when the meteorite he summoned arrived in outer space.

His spiritual sense warned him frantically that there was danger ahead and he was forbidden to pass.

When the meteorite entered the atmosphere, Ding Hai's hair stood on end.

His life instinct told him that a fatal force was hanging over his head.

It was not until the meteorite passed through the atmosphere and turned into a fireball and slammed into the strange area of ​​Fukou that his early warning system gradually calmed down.

Witnessing the disappearance of the huge waves and windless sea caused by the falling meteorite, a smile appeared on Ding Hai's face.

Operation "Flip the Table" was a great success.

In order to find out whether the Fukou Ghost Domain had been turned upside down, Ding Hai rode the huge waves to the original sea area. Looking around, there was nothing here except a huge depression rooted in the seabed and the sea water that kept surging back.

Seeing this, Ding Hai couldn't help but smile with satisfaction.

Although I failed to help Wuyi Temple rescue the current Wuyi God, I was able to indirectly help him get his revenge.

Ding Hai feels pretty good about this.

I just feel a little sorry for Li Shengbing who placed a heavy bet on him.

Fortunately, Ding Hai’s moral bottom line is flexible and changeable, and he never makes things difficult for himself because of others.

So, he soon put the matter out of his mind.

With the movement of his body, Ding Hai, who was overseas the previous second, instantly returned to the Welcoming Hall on the hillside of Wuyi Mountain.

After solving the source of all the problems, Ding Hai finally remembered the junior brother he had forgotten in the strange place of Fukou.

I hope Lin Jiu won’t be traumatized by the experience of being hit on the head by a meteorite.

Lin Jiu pushed open the wooden door of the right wing with a confused look on his face, and looking at the bright sunshine outside, he felt a sense of unreality in his heart.

There was no monster attacking him just now, why did he suddenly lose consciousness?

Taking a deep breath of fresh air, he tried to sort out everything he saw before he lost consciousness, trying to understand what had happened.

However, before he could get into the mood, Ding Hai suddenly appeared before him.

"Senior Brother, you are out too?" Looking at Ding Hai who suddenly appeared, Lin Jiu greeted him but felt a little guilty.

With Ding Hai's powerful strength, if he hadn't been distracted by the formation, he would never have been easily killed by the monster.

Lin Jiu thought to himself that if he could have done a better job of fulfilling his duties as a guardian, Ding Hai's Three Poison Mirage clone might not have died so easily.

"Junior brother, our mission in Fujian this time has ended. You can take some time to return to the guesthouse and pack your luggage.

I'm going to say goodbye to Li Shengbing now. When I come back, we'll go back to Maoshan." In order to prevent Lin Jiu from knowing that he had tricked him again, Ding Hai changed the subject.

"Return to Maoshan?" Lin Jiu was puzzled. At this time, Wuyi Temple had attracted the attention of half of the southern spiritual world. It was a good time to become famous.

Isn't it a bit too hasty to go home at this time?

Lin Jiu, who had just come out of retreat, didn't know that Ding Hai not only made a great name for himself in Wuyi Temple, but also got into a lot of trouble.

Everyone in their own family knows their own business. Not to mention the past, just talk about the present. He has a hurdle with the Wuyi Temple regarding the matter of the contemporary Wuyi God.

They have deployed massive amounts of resources in order to rescue their own pillar of support.

As a result, Ding not only gained the most benefits, but also crushed their leader to ashes.

In this case, even if Ding Hai's face was thicker than the corner of the city wall, he would be embarrassed to continue staying in Wuyi Temple.

"It's been almost half a year since I came out. It's time to go back." Ding Hai, who didn't want to stay in Wuyi Temple and be looked down upon, made up an excuse and got away with it.

"Oh." Although Lin Jiu, who had little social experience, was reluctant, he still chose to follow Ding Hai's arrangements.

Just as the two brothers were preparing to pack up and run away, nine heavy bell sounds suddenly rang out from the top of Mount Wuyi.

As they are all Taoists, Ding Hai and Yu Linjiu can roughly get some information from the number and intervals of the bell sounds.

Has the modern Wuyi God returned?
　The second chapter is here today. I asked the editor-in-charge, I signed the contract on the 11th, if the word count does not exceed 12 words, I can stay on the new book list until o'clock tomorrow night, so please allow me to limit the word count, and I will make up for it after the list is released the day after tomorrow.

　　
　
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