This is the famous wonderland of Liuyan Sea and the Southern Wilderness.
Although it is an ocean, the sea is densely covered with countless volcanoes, and countless volcanoes erupt all year round, and the flames soar into the sky, the magma rolls, and the water boils endlessly.
Except for some strange creatures with extremely tenacious vitality, other fish and shrimp cannot grow here at all.
What's more, because of the relationship between magma and volcanic poisonous smoke, this Liuyan Sea, whether on the island or underwater, only fire-resistant fire-attribute spirit plants grow, and other ordinary plants cannot grow here at all.
So seeing a Bodhi tree standing on the island from a distance, Ji Hao faintly felt a little strange.
Especially from a distance, the Bodhi tree is only more than a zhang high, but Ji Hao can see this Bodhi tree at a glance from tens of thousands of miles away, and this short trunk also gives him the illusion of standing up to the sky.
"Something is wrong" muttered to himself, and Ji Hao turned around and left.
The Golden Bridge of Heaven and Earth brought a dark golden glow through the sky, taking Ji Hao forward, and in the next moment, Ji Hao saw a flower in front of him, and he was shocked to find that he had reached the sea less than a hundred miles away from the Bodhi tree.
"Something is wrong" Ji Hao exclaimed, he put away the golden bridge of heaven and earth, a touch of golden light rippled around his body, and he used his magic power to rush backwards with all his might.
With a bang, the void was torn, and Ji Hao smashed the void and rushed out, slamming his head on the ground.
The head of the Wu Emperor was so hard that Ji Hao's head hit a deep hole in the ground, splashing a large cloud of dust.
"Little Taoist friends are too polite, polite, why be so polite."
A subtle voice came from in front of Ji Hao, and then a powerful palm grabbed Ji Hao's shoulder and lifted it gently.
Ji Hao jumped up involuntarily, he shook his head vigorously, shook off the dust on his head, and looked in front of him.
The Bodhi tree was in front of him, and under the Bodhi tree, which was as green as jasper, an old man with a yellow face and thin muscles and a small bun on his head sat on a withered grass futon, and the corners of his drooping mouth revealed a strong bitterness.
The corners of his eyes that were also drooping were even more weak, and he looked sick all over his body.
Ji Hao glanced at the old man, and was made sour by his sad face.
Suddenly, Ji Hao seemed to feel the great sorrow accumulated by the billions of reincarnations of countless beings from the deep wrinkles on the old man's face.
An unprecedented sense of intense sorrow slowly rippled out of his heart, Ji Hao only felt that his heart was wrenching, and two lines of tears couldn't help but slip from his eyes.
The old man looked at Ji Hao in a daze, and the gray-white tattered linen clothes on his body were windless.
As if he hadn't eaten enough, the old man said softly, "Good understanding."
When you see the face of the old way, you can understand the wonderful principle of the great road that all living beings are suffering, little Taoist friends, you have a fate with the old way, come and come, kowtow a few times, and worship the old way as a teacher."
Listening to the old words, Ji Hao only felt bitter in his heart, and then a strong bitter taste spread out of his internal organs, and then a thick bitterness spread in his mouth.
It's as if 100,000 bitter galls and 1 million catties of coptis have been boiled into a small bowl, and then this bowl of bitter soup is carefully tasted and touched by him in his mouth.
This kind of indescribable bitterness that almost collapsed the soul, a sticky cold sweat flowed from Ji Hao's pores, and his sweat had a strong bitter taste.
With tears rippling, Ji Hao forcibly supported himself and stood up straight, looking at Lao Dao with a shocked expression.
Bodhi tree, old man Ji Hao faintly thought of something, but his whole body was soaked in a terrible bitter taste, Ji Hao's thinking speed became like a snail, and the name of the old Taoist was on his lips.
But he couldn't think of his name, let alone say his name.
"You, you" Ji Hao pointed at the old Taoist in a trembling voice.
"All living beings are miserable, and the sea of suffering is boundless," the corners of the old Taoist's mouth drooped.
The corners of his eyes drooped, his whole face drooped, and even in Ji Hao's eyes, the bones of the old Taoist seemed to be hanging around indiscriminately.
Sad, miserable, a gloomy and bleak and desperate aura rushed out from every corner of the old Taoist's body, turning into a thick canopy that firmly locked Ji Hao inside.
The wind blows on the Liuyan Sea.
The Bodhi tree behind Lao Dao sat lightly, and the countless leaves on the Bodhi tree swayed, and each leaf seemed to have a small world, in which countless frightened, panicked, sad, and desperate faces flickered.
In this Bodhi tree, it seems to contain all the unfortunate and pitiful people in heaven and earth, and countless life dramas full of tragedy and soaked in bitter bile are being staged.
A large amount of saliva gushed out of Ji Hao's mouth, and bitter saliva continued to flow out of the corners of his mouth.
He opened his mouth wide, and the clear bitter water gushed out endlessly, and the strength in his body slipped away along the bitter water one by one, making him sore, and his kneecaps were weak for a while, and he was about to fall to the ground.
"The sea of suffering is boundless, and compassion is the boat."
The old Taoist narrowed his eyes, looked at Ji Hao and smiled slightly: "Come to my door, there is no hardship and worry-free poor Dao Mu Dao people, be your teacher" "Hehe, hehe, hehehe" Ji Hao looked at the old Taoist blankly, and suddenly laughed stupidly.
The condensed essence of the Sun Dao Seed emitted an immeasurable golden light, and the chain of countless golden avenue patterns surrounding the Sun Dao Seed rotated rapidly, and streams of pure masculine and domineering aura continued to release from the Sun Dao Seed, quickly flowing all over Ji Hao's body.
The Panyu Sun was controlled by the Sun Dao Species, and terrifying heat currents filled Ji Hao's body, resisting the invasion of bitterness to the death.
A trace of extremely fine golden light continued to seep out of Ji Hao's body, his skin gradually took on a layer of divine brilliant gold, and his hair faintly turned into gold, as if it was drawn with pure gold silk.
The old Taoist frowned slightly, and an even stronger bitterness was like a thunderbolt roaring, and he rushed towards Ji Hao fiercely.
Ji Hao giggled a few times, his eyebrows and two eyes were round at the same time, he let out a long roar, and waved out Jiuyang Ge with his right hand, and swung out a four-in-one blow with all his might.
An incomparably brilliant golden arc of light slashed down on the top of the old Taoist's head, and Ji Hao shouted: "Bitter you" Ji Hao wanted to scold a foul word, but his foul words were still brewing in his mouth, and an irreversible will of heaven and earth suddenly came, sealing his tongue and making him unable to utter that bad curse.
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But the full force of his attack on the old Taoist was delivered smoothly and almost perfectly.
Jiuyang Ge let out a dull roar, and almost at the same time as Ji Hao swung it, it landed on the old Taoist's head and touched his small bun.
The old Taoist sighed lightly and muttered bitterly With a slight wave of the sleeve of his right hand, he slapped it towards Jiuyang Ge, and with his left hand, he pulled out a verdant green branch from nowhere, and a green light slammed down on Ji Hao's chest.
To be continued.
S: April is so tired, so tired that the fat Taoist people have lost a lot of weight.
The big boss of the wooden road man finally appeared, well, the curtain of history finally opened slowly Or rather, the wheels of history, he finally began to roll forward with a clatter What's going on, there will be an update when the fat Taoist gets up tomorrow In addition, let's be sure, looking at the backstage records, the fat Taoist in April really changed nearly 240,000 words In other words, although there is always more than half a month of fatigue outside, the total update has not fallen This testimonial should be used as a summary of this month: