At this moment, a mysterious black energy surged up from the river, suppressing the five masters and disciples of Chen Jiangliu on the turtle's back.

Tongtian River, Chenjia Village, a pair of eyes attached to the stone statue built by the villagers for Chen Jiangliu's master and apprentice, staring at Tongtian River, secretly saying: "Here we come!"

"No! This old turtle has some abilities!"

"Grrrrrr!"

No matter how hard Chen Jiangliu and his disciples tried, they could not escape from the turtle's back and sank to the bottom of the river together with the scriptures.

On the clouds in the sky, only Medicine Buddha was protecting him. Seeing this scene, he wanted to save Jin Chanzi, but was blocked by a force.

Medicine Buddha's face was horrified, "Is it possible that... the catastrophe is incomplete? Heaven is supplementing the catastrophe?"

After a long time.

Chen Jiangliu wetted his body and climbed up to the shore with great effort, spitting sand in his mouth, "Bah! Bah! Bah, don't let the poor monk meet this old turtle next time, otherwise he will definitely catch it and make soup!"

Brother Sun Wukong and several others climbed onto the shore carrying scriptures, and they were equally soaked.

Master Chen Jiangliu and his disciples were somehow influenced by a force and thought it was normal to get wet after falling into the river... and forgot about the existence of magic power.

The scriptures were soaked in water and wrinkled.

"What to do? Let it dry in the sun."

Master Chen Jiangliu and his five disciples found several large rocks, lined them up, and began to dry the scriptures.

At this time, an extremely secretive black air blew in, and the pages of the scriptures automatically turned, and certain pages were lightly printed on the surface of the rock.

The scriptures are wet, how can the wind blow them?

Master Chen Jiangliu and his disciples had dried up the scriptures and had gone fishing long ago. They were not aware of this strange scene at all.

The spiritual eyes on the stone statue in Chenjia Village took in the whole scene, "As expected...as expected, they came here for the scriptures!"

"Even the medicine man can't detect the vision..."

"Taking the lead, Saint Zhunti may also be monitoring Chen Jiangliu, but he didn't find any strange phenomena... This can only mean that the devil is also powerful, at least reaching the level of a saint!"

Wei Shuyu was not surprised at all when there were magic cultivators at the level of saints in the magic way!

Demon Ancestor and Dao Ancestor are equally famous, and Hongjun even found a few monks of the same level as his backup to defeat the Demon Dao...

There are six saints under Hongjun’s sect, three thousand powerful guests, and there are saints under Demon Ancestor’s sect… It’s not surprising at all…

What worries Wei Shuyu is whether the demon master...can come to the Three Realms in person. If he can...the situation will be extremely chaotic. The Tao Demon will start a war again, and the tragedy can be imagined!

Wei Shuyu tended not to be able to... When the devil comes back, the only one who can take advantage of it seems to be Wutian... The black-robed guardians and others underneath are just mediocre.

"The devil will make a comeback, but it cannot make a complete comeback. So... we are still in control!"

Wei Shuyu withdrew his purple-eyed spiritual vision and dissipated the world.

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The five masters and disciples of Chen Jiangliu had eaten and drank enough, and returned to the rock. The scriptures had been dried, so they packed them up again and walked towards the Tang Dynasty, one step a hundred miles, ten steps a thousand miles...

Medicine Buddha followed Jin Chanzi with his eyes and did not pay attention to the strange things happening in Tongtian River. He thought that the way of heaven was making up for the disaster.

After Chen Jiangliu's five masters and disciples walked away, a black light glowed faintly on the rock where the scriptures had been dried, and several pages of scriptures and Buddhist characters appeared...

Another burst of black mist emerged, and the rock disappeared without a trace.

Bottom of Tongtian River.

The old turtle is talking to the man in black robe.

"Dharma protector, has Old Turtle completed his mission?"

The black-robed protector nodded with satisfaction, "Well done."

"Then the position of Marshal of the Three Realms Water Mansion promised to Lao Turtle?"

"There will be, but not now!"

"When was that?"

"Wait until the time comes!"

After Hei Pao finished speaking, he threw a black lotus, and a deep black hole opened, and a strong suction sucked Hei Pao and the old turtle together.

At the bottom of the Tongtian River, after the whirlpool, it returned to calm, without any abnormalities. Perhaps only a saint could discover the remaining wisp of black air.

This wisp of black air was swallowed into the belly of a fish spirit. The fish spirit's eyes were red and it banged around like crazy until it exploded and left no trace.

Demon Palace.

The black-robed protector was suppressed by the Heavenly Dao of the Three Realms and became the Great Luo Golden Immortal. His cultivation level returned to that of the Hunyuan Golden Immortal. He stepped forward respectfully and said enthusiastically: "Demon Ancestor, the scriptures have been retrieved!"

The black robe waved his hand, and a rock appeared, with several pages of key Buddhist scriptures printed on it.

The strange dark fog slowly dissipated, and a middle-aged man in black slowly walked out. His face was handsome and calm, and he had returned to his original nature.

The founder of magic, Rahu!

Luo Hu glanced at several pages of scriptures and slowly closed his eyes. The demonic aura surged around him, with supreme terrifying pressure.

I do not know how long it has been.

Luo Hu slowly opened his eyes, his dark pupils flickering, and said to himself: "Hongjun was right what he said back then. Jie Yin, Zhunti indeed has great perseverance and great understanding. He has opened up eight hundred heretical ways based on the devil's way.

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If the monks from the three realms heard what the man in front of them said, they would be extremely horrified.

Buddhism... was actually developed from the basis of the demonic path?

Buddha and demon communicate in one thought!

Become a Buddha with just one thought, become a demon with just one thought!

"Send the scriptures to the abyss of darkness. Demonic cultivators above Hunyuan Golden Immortal will not be able to return to the wild world for the time being!"

"First let him return to the ancient world and rebuild the foundation of the devil's path. Then it will be the day when I, Rahu, will return to the ancient world!"

After Luo Hu finished speaking, he waved his hand, and the twelfth-grade world-destroying black lotus hanging on the main hall of the Heavenly Demon Palace floated to the rock.

The black-robed protector nodded knowingly and sent the rock into the abyss of darkness together with the twelfth-grade world-destroying black lotus.

The abyss of darkness.

Boundless, lightless, depressing, and extremely vicious.

In the abyss of darkness, a monk sat quietly.

Wearing a white monk's robe, he closed his eyes tightly to resist the endless violence and evil. A woman's figure appeared in the mind of the man in white, with blue veins popping out on his forehead.

"Ah!" After a painful roar, the monk in white clothes disappeared, replaced by a monk with loose black hair, wearing black clothes and cold eyes.

"The sky has no eyes, the sky is unfair, she... is so good..."

"What's the use of God?"

"My name is Wutian!"
Chapter completed!