Chapter 311 73. People in the world call him the one who lives forever
In Tianzhu, the mountains and rivers are ruined, the rivers are stained with blood, corpses are piled up, and the stench is terrible.
This is a glorious ancient country, a land that has never fallen in the face of rise, rebirth, and invasion by ancient monks. Now, it is just because of the arrival of one person that the scene has become like this.
"Amitabha..." The old monk clasped his hands and chanted in a low voice. His eyebrows were cracked and blood flowed across his cheeks.
Behind him, a huge golden body of Buddha was torn apart.
The lives of thousands of creatures were shattered together with this Buddha statue. They all died under that sword. Looking from a distance, one could not see the peak. Even the iron tree called Bliss collapsed, and they all collapsed. The sand rain has become the coffin of these thousands of creatures.
High in the sky, the clouds roared, the light flickered, and finally converged.
The statue withdrew its gaze, and the man also retracted his sword and stopped looking here. It seemed that he didn't care about the life and death of the creatures here.
Peacock King Ming was not dead, his green feathers were stained red with blood, and the fragments of the Buddha's golden body protected him in the end, saving him from death. This king, respected by the world, was crawling and struggling on the ground. The wings that used to be able to travel thousands of miles were unable to hang down. The flow of spiritual energy only made the wounds on his body more serious.
The old monk lowered his head and chanted the Buddha's name in a low voice at the end.
The Buddha's golden body completely disappeared, the clouds in the sky closed, and the creatures on the ground could no longer see the statue and the suspended continent. King Ming suddenly turned his head and looked in the direction of the old monk. The old man finally lowered his head and never raised it again, and died quietly.
The peacock screamed, and the pain erupting in his heart was more terrifying than tearing apart a Buddha statue among millions of feathers!
The noble King Ming lost his tail feathers, his wings, and now, even the only human being who could talk with peace of mind.
But he was unable to repay his anger.
At this time, scorching waves of air spread from all directions. The Ming King fought bloody battles and lost everything. He failed, but there were living beings who could repay him! The King of Ming Dynasty noticed the flames from the hearts of the world, revenge, resentment, the world's greatest happiness turned into extreme pain at this moment, and then turned into fire to burn everything!
Someone stepped lightly on the ground, wearing a golden robe made of gold.
A tall woman, all kinds of golden edges moved and gathered together with her arms. The iron trees that fell one after another grew again behind them, like an ancient totem being engraved on it.
The sky and the earth flicker, black and white are reversed, the world sings praises to each other, and the Buddhas bow their eyebrows in response.
The land of bliss spreads out again, with the iron tree as its heart, and the sound of chanting is endless.
"Stop!" King Ming roared.
That’s Sibu Zhuo!
The scriptures say that in addition to the five magical powers, the golden-winged roc has another thing that can control yin and yang. But no one has ever seen a living bird that reverses day and night. In people's eyes, it is a legend, and the things in the legend should not exist even now.
But the Ming Dynasty King knew that Siwu Zhuo did have such a thing.
A vial.
Wearing it around her neck, most people just saw it as a glass necklace. Reversing yin and yang, reversing the black and white of heaven and earth. The formation of this kind of divine object is a legend, but Sibu Zhuo is too young, she can't master this power at all!
The imbalance of yin and yang will even cause more serious consequences than now!
The woman came to the old monk's side, stretched out her hand, and the old monk's body disappeared in an instant, as if she had broken through the phantom. Finally, a clear orb appeared in her hands.
"When a person is too slow and hateful to give, he will fall into the golden-winged bird and feel at ease." The woman sang softly.
A bottle was suspended in her other hand, two feet and four inches high. The crystal-like color was receding, and deathly blackness spread across the bottle.
On the continent far above, the man frowned and rested his hand on the hilt of his sword.
"There are so many people in the world, living and dead, why should I be missing?" the woman said, raising her head, her gaze piercing the sea of clouds.
The statue of the god stood with the sword in hand, looking down at the world again.
At this time, the world seems to have become splashed ink on rice paper. Only the confrontation between the two can have color.
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In the wind and snow, the lotus trembles. In her perception, the world was separated from Kyushu.
The return of dusk?
Only this time it should be called "bliss."
But...something's wrong! This feeling was so weird, as if the place was completely chaotic. Something was disrupting it, terrible turbulence everywhere.
Can Bliss deal with Zu like Dusk? Lotus knew this was impossible. Just because the name of that ancestor is Chunyang Fuyou, not to mention that he did not bring the bone statue like other ancestors, but used everyone in the present world to condense the false image.
This is the dharma body.
Even a Five Image Ancestor would fall under his sword with hatred. What can living beings do to fight against him?
Not even Bliss!
But the feeling coming from that world was not that of a taboo event like dusk, but that someone deliberately crushed it into pieces, like a ball of waste paper.
Then suddenly, Snow Lotus was stunned. Her compatriots brought her a picture, the golden tree, the picture on the silver Great Wall of Yan Kingdom! The statue of the ancestor there holds a banana fan in his hand and stands between the sky and the earth, but the sea of clouds is rolling, the waves are spreading, the ethereal songs are echoing, and the shadow of the giant whale is patrolling high in the sky.
The ruler of the seven seas, the godless king of Longyuan!
At the same time, that world was completely isolated from her. She was clearly still in this world, but seemed to be extremely far away.
In the distance, Zhu subconsciously held Chang Ge tightly.
He sensed extremely terrifying spatial fluctuations.
Bingfeng was deep in thought. She looked towards the south, in the direction of the ancient country of Tianzhu, and she realized that they seemed to have overlooked one thing. The vast sea has receded, and the people behind the scenes hidden in the vast sea have disappeared. So, where is the ghost who was the first to find the source of the vast sea?
Tianshan, the gate of hell is closed, the woman in red spreads her arms, and the huge, always closed door slowly opens.
Below, on the cornerstone altar, there was no one there.
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Sibu burned in flames.
Her internal organs were in burning pain, but she didn't care. She just wanted to turn the statue to ashes before burning herself to death.
But at this moment, someone tapped her shoulder gently.
"Boom——!"
The golden robe was forced to retreat, the light disappeared, the unfinished Yin and Yang bottle was held by a person, and the change between heaven and earth ended.
She was stunned, and even Gaotian's Chunyang Fuyou was slightly stunned.
Siwu Zhuo lost her strength and fell. In the last corner of her vision, she saw a figure, with loose robes flying in the strong wind, holding an eight-sided red bronze ancient sword.
In this picture, the black robe is turning into vermilion, there are golden birds, branches and leaves are embroidered on the red dress, the black hair like splashing ink is also tied up, and a wooden hairpin is stuck in the back of the head.
King Daming raised his head and noticed something that Siwu Zhuo had not observed.
Perhaps it can be said that the changes are visible to all living creatures on this land.
The sea water is rushing towards the sky, the sea of clouds is falling, the stars and rivers are reflecting, a mountain range paved by the starry sky rises and falls, and the gate of heaven opens.
A catalog burned in the sky, with an eyeless red dragon painted on it. As the catalog disappeared in the fire, the sense of weirdness in this world became stronger. King Daming was the crowned king, and he and the land beneath him There was an extremely close connection, but at this time, he couldn't feel it anymore. It seemed that this place was no longer Kyushu.
"Master Chunyang Fuyou," Li Xi'an said.
The man narrowed his eyes and responded: "The Immortal."
I told you that you wouldn’t expect it
(End of chapter)