Chapter 248: A World of Its Own

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Bai Lian recited scriptures and continued to draw the water of Wangchuan River.

A small stream has accumulated in the River of Light, flowing at the bottom of the river. There are countless true spirits in the stream.

Zhou Yi looked tired. Anyone who activates such a huge formation in half a year would be numb even if his magic power is not exhausted.

Weary.

"Bai Lian, how long will it take?"

"Only when the stream reaches hundreds of feet can we forcefully pull the Wangchuan River."

While Bai Lian was talking, the sound of chanting continued. At this time, there were two evil Buddhas at the junction of the virtual and the real Wangchuan River.

A man and a woman, one sitting cross-legged and one standing, one in misery and one in bliss.

Chanting sutras at the same time doubles the efficiency.

Zhou Yi glanced at the stream at the bottom of the river and calculated with his fingers that it would be almost a month later.

Mozi has already completed the refining, and the whole underworld is integrated. .

The mouth of the yin and yang bottle is the dividing line. The upper hell is centered on the Yama Hall, with various halls and divisions extending in all directions. The lower hell is the eighteen levels of hell, connected by the river of blood, with the focus being the Sea of ​​Souls and the Demon-Slaying Platform.

Such a large project could only be completed in just a few months by Mozi's tens of thousands of clones.

One month flies by in a blink of an eye.

The stream at the bottom of Guanghe River is already a hundred feet long.

Bai Lian suddenly felt something in her heart, smiled, and took the Bodhisattva image back into her body.

"Almsgiver Zhou, great things are about to happen! After this catastrophe, we will create great achievements that have never been seen in the past, surpassing gods and ancestors, and gaining immeasurable..."

"Stop whining, speed up!"

After Zhou Yi finished speaking, he activated the formation restriction and controlled the Bailiguang River to move slowly towards the Wangchuan River.

Bai Lian slowly put away the image stone. Unfortunately, after thinking about the words for half a year, she could not say them all. A precious image was missing from history a million years later.

At this time, the Light River has come into contact with the banks of the Wangchuan River. The muddy Yellow River water washed away, and the formation's forbidden light suddenly dimmed.

Catching a drop of river water is completely incomparable to fighting a hundred miles of waves.

"Look at the poor monk's methods!"

Bai Lian did not dare to hesitate. This last step could not be done well. It suspected that Zhou Yi would directly activate the Six Soul Flags.

"Forget the River, be sure!"

With a command, the White Lotus Throne shines brightly, blooming with immeasurable Buddha light, covering the banks of the Wangchuan River.

The water of the Forgotten River suddenly calmed down, and the Light River took this opportunity to replace the virtual with the real and began to merge.

Buzz!

The heaven and earth shook, and God's will came from somewhere, and this must be stopped.

Thunders, fire and wind, inner demons swarming around, heaven and earth are disgusted... All kinds of punishments from heaven can't even shake the minds of the two of them.

Wow!

A long river that stretches endlessly, without knowing where it comes from or where it flows to, appears in the underworld.

The hundred-mile-long river that Zhou Yi and Bai Lian joined forces to settle down is only an insignificant part of the Wangchuan River.

The vast long river shook slightly, and when it reached its branches, there were turbulent waves that could not be stabilized by just relying on the White Lotus Throne.

"Amitabha!"

Bai Lian proclaimed the Buddha's name, and her body collapsed, leaving only a little spiritual light, and she jumped into the Wangchuan River.

Without the protection of the throne, the true spirit was instantly submerged in the turbulent river.

"Bai Lian?"

Zhou Yi exclaimed, it doesn't matter if you die, don't delay important matters.

The words have not yet finished.

The ten thousand feet of Buddha's light bloomed from the river and turned into countless human figures, including priests wearing feathers, monks in red and purple robes, Taoists in gold and silver robes, scholars, farmers, high-ranking officials, beggars...

Countless figures overlap each other, with solemn expressions, while chanting scriptures and praising White Lotus.

From ancient times to the present, from temples to rivers and lakes, hundreds of millions of prayers have sounded, plain, pious, fanatical, and even greedy, all gathered together into a continuous buzzing and whispering, making people crazy and crazy.

Believers began to call various names, including Buddhism, Taoism, Confucianism, and heresy, until they converged into one name.

Venerable Ananda!

The water waves of Baili Wangchuan River are extremely calm, as if they are encountering extreme cold and ice.

"This guy is making such a big noise!"

Zhou Yi sighed secretly. He had killed Bai Lian III in succession before, but he always felt that this guy was a parallel import. Only when he exploded now did he live up to the name of Buddha.

Taking this opportunity, he manipulated the formation restrictions, and the Light River quickly merged with the Wangchuan River.

The two rivers, one real and one empty, were originally exactly the same, but now they overlapped and merged exactly.

The Wangchuan River has never been subject to such a restriction since the creation of heaven and earth. Even if it was suppressed by Bai Lian, it began to vibrate slightly.

"Donor Zhou, don't keep whining!"

Bai Lian repeatedly reminded that Burning Origin Faith settled in Wangchuan River, and every moment of loss made her heartache.

"I'm extremely sorry, I was just restrained by fellow Taoist divine power!"

Zhou Yi grabbed the Six Soul Flag and inserted it in the middle of the Wangchuan River. With this supreme treasure to suppress it, the Wangchuan River suddenly became quiet.

At this time, the two rivers are only the virtual and real blending together and interfering with each other, and have not become one. However, there is a stream of hundreds of feet of refining at the bottom of the river. Based on this, the Wangchuan River has begun to transform.

From the beginning, the goal was to erode and transform. No one could instantly refine the Baili Wangchuan River.

Bai Lian jumped out of the river and landed on the throne. Her spiritual energy gathered and condensed into a Dharma body, sensing the slowly transforming Wangchuan River, her face glowing with joy.

Turning to look at Zhou Yi, he put his hands together and said slowly.

"Donor Zhou is indeed the son of destiny, and will accomplish great things that have never been seen before!"

Zhou Yi cupped his hands and said: "Relying on the magical power of fellow Taoist, Pindao just produced some magic power and treasures."

"Throughout the ages, countless people have plotted for the power of reincarnation. Ancient gods and men, extremely powerful. Buddha, Master, created the Six Paths. The reincarnation formation created by a poor monk cannot be ranked among the top ten in terms of mystery."

Bai Lian looked at the Six Soul Banner and the prominent name on it, and said slowly: "But they all failed. The core is that they lacked the supreme treasure to suppress the Forgotten River."

"This banner is destined for you, fellow Taoist!"

Zhou Yi did not turn hostile immediately. After all, he had not yet completely mastered the power of reincarnation.

What if Bai Lian had a backup plan? Wouldn't it be a waste of all previous efforts? And seeing the scene of Bai Lian's explosion, it might not be safe to rely on luck at this time. He will become the master of reincarnation soon. Except for the true gods of the demon court, whoever worships him will die!

Bai Lian said: "I have heard that the day when the underworld is built is the day when I die?"

"Master, you worry too much. You and I will decide reincarnation together, and we will support each other in the future!"

Zhou Yi spoke with a sincere face, as if it was true.

"Amitabha!"

Bai Lian chanted a Buddhist name and stopped talking.

The transformation of the Forgotten River went from slow to fast, and as more and more river water was refined, the speed increased exponentially.

Another half a month passed like this.

A river of a hundred miles flows through the underworld, and the muddy yellow river water becomes real.

Zhou Yi reached out and scooped it up, and there were tens of thousands of true spirits in the river in his palm. This section of the hundred-mile Wangchuan River has been completely refined.

"Daoyou, it's your turn now."

"Good!"

Mozi nodded slightly, pinched the magic formula with his hand, and led the Wangchuan River water through the Yama Palace, following the profound and mysterious forbidden inscriptions, flowing to the Judge's Palace, and then to the Ticha Division...

The Wangchuan River flows through the upper layer of the underworld, enters the lower layer through the entrance, turns along the blood river through the eighteen layers of hell, and merges into the soul sea.

The soul sea contains countless residual souls, and when they sense the true spirits in the Wangchuan River, they rush over like they have smelled the supreme delicacy.

Hula la!

The river flows, drowning the residual souls and taking away the true spirits contained in them.

As the Wangchuan River passed through the sea of ​​souls and returned to the Yama Palace, the inscriptions and prohibitions engraved by Mozi in the underworld lit up at the same time, and the entire netherworld shone with dazzling mysterious light.

Buzz! Buzz! Buzz!

The underworld kept shaking, and the halls and attics that originally existed in reality gradually became illusory and transparent.

The Yama Palace disappeared first, and then the entire netherworld turned into nothingness. After disappearing for a while, it gradually reappeared in its original form.

The Yin soldiers living in it, the wronged souls and evil ghosts who were being punished, felt that the world had changed in the dark.

…

Outside the netherworld.

Zhou Yi's Xuanhuang clone suddenly raised his head.

The front should have been the Ghost Gate and the netherworld covered by the Zhiyin formation.

At this time, it was empty, and a bottomless pit appeared on the ground, as if the underworld was moved away by the supreme power.

"Reality turned into illusion?"

Zhou Yi carefully sensed the Yin and Yang clones, and felt that it was somewhat similar to the Sun and Moon Cave Heaven, but it seemed to be farther away.

There was a vague guess in my mind that after the Netherworld merged with the Wangchuan River, it became a virtual world of its own!

Zhou Yi looked up at the sky and muttered to himself.

"The Demon Court is the heaven, the center is the human world, and the underworld is the Yin world. From now on, the three worlds are initially determined! As for the ghost world, since it has fallen behind the times, it should be incorporated into the Yin world and governed by the underworld..."