Chapter 1600: The Fate of the Ancestors Reveals the Human Heart, and the Soul Is Punished by the Pillar and Loses Its Pride
“No!!!”
Until the end, the Diying Saint Plant tried every trick, but still couldn’t break free from the suppression of the Buddha.
The only thing she could do was to add a bit of confusion, a bit of horror, and a bit of self-doubt to her unwilling roar.
There is a resentment against the Buddha...
This is a very unfamiliar Buddhist name.
It is true that the Diying Saint Plant swallowed many semi-saints, and knew the "Ten Seats", and even knew that there was a sentence in the Ten Seats' ballad that "If the Buddha has a grudge, the hell should be full."
But this person's Tao...
No, let alone his Tao.
Even the existence of this person, in terms of the Holy Spirit Continent, is like a meteor across the sky, passing away in a flash.
The only legend he left behind is the battle of the Ten Seats.
Who he fought, but no one in the world remembers it, and then he completely disappeared from the world.
The Diying Saint Plant never thought that such a young person who died left such a terrifying Saint Emperor-level power to the Dao Qiongcang in front of him!
The image of the Buddha is higher than this world, higher than everything.
His great Dao, from the perspective of intention, crushed almost all the creatures born in the Holy Land, except the Ten Ancestors.
The Ten Ancestors...
That's right, it's not his Dao that can be compared with the Ten Ancestors.
It's the Dao of the Ten Ancestors that can be compared with them!
Such a brilliant person can cultivate to the Holy Emperor in twenty or thirty years, and can suppress his own Holy Emperor with only the residual power.
Give him another twenty or thirty years, and there will be one more in addition to the Ten Ancestors, or even a higher level, so why not?
But why...
You are so unknown!
Diying Shengzhu hated this person's anonymity, so much so that she had previously disdained the word "resentment".
If she had known this earlier, when she used the plaque of Siming Temple to recruit people, she would not have given her first choice to this seemingly powerless "military advisor".
There is no medicine for regret in the world, and you will meet your head against the south wall.
The chaotic and complicated thoughts, along with the past life that was like a revolving lantern, all came out together, blurring the holy thoughts and blurring the self.
"Pain!!"
The Diying Saint Plant was in so much pain.
She could no longer see anything.
She felt her head split, her body split, and even her soul and consciousness split.
It was like the chaotic cradle when the world was first born. In a trance, the Diying Saint Plant saw the beginning of its birth again.
She finally calmed down:
"Will it be reincarnated again..."
...
Boom!
The sword suppressed the Diying.
The golden torrent purified the evil branches.
It flowed along the branches all over the ground and the walls, and instantly expanded to the entire Siming Temple.
Such a magnificent force pushed outward, but when it came to the spider webs, dust and stones on the road and the corner of this temple, it was like a spring breeze passing by, without hurting a bit.
The little spider crawling in the dark, protected by the power of the temple, raised its eyes in the golden ocean, and then continued to spin silk and weave a web, still working hard...
The Yin snake that had just swallowed a rat was brushed by the Buddha's nature, and shook its body, and then, as if nothing had happened, it spit out its tongue and drilled back into the damp cave in the corner of the temple...
The black-scaled insects wandering on the edge of the battlefield were at peace...
The eyeless bird lingering on the beam in the temple was indifferent...
The Buddha's great wish killed all kinds of evil, but the little lives in this temple that were insignificant to the innate and the master were able to survive.
In front of the Angry Immortal Buddha Sword, the golden light disappeared, revealing a calm face of Dao Qiongcang.
It seemed that killing the pseudo-ancestor god with a sword was a trivial matter that could be done at will.
This was indeed the case.
The Holy Plant of Infant-making was not good at fighting at all.
Her original intention was just to protect this world - the way of infant-making, which was naturally different from the blood tree and sisal hemp.
After abandoning her fear of the unknown, when the other party also emerged from the darkness, when the source of the "weirdness" was clear...
The combat power of this ancestor tree, in Dao Qiongcang's eyes, is actually just average, barely above average.
Even if she had the fate of the ancestor god, let alone the power of the resentful Buddha at her peak, she might not be able to withstand a few rounds compared to the now impoverished and restricted Ba Zun An and Kui Lei Han.
The higher the Tao is, the more obvious the polarization is.
Non-warriors try to make up for their shortcomings in wartime with various other ways, which is essentially far inferior to those who are born for war and the flash of inspiration in wartime.
Dao Qiongcang sighed.
In fact, he did not think that he was a pure warrior, but he was a jack of all trades, good at using his brain, and liked to learn from others' strengths to make up for his weaknesses.
These swordsmanship and these powers, seemingly powerful, are all imitations and borrowings.
In front of the real master, they are vulnerable.
But non-warriors also have their own Tao.
The Holy Infant Plant was on the wrong path from the beginning - her path should only be the result of the infant, which is a gift from heaven, and she should not be greedy and go against heaven.
And for Dao Qiongcang...
The art of heavenly secrets is the most direct way to become a god.
No matter how coquettish the ancient swordsmanship is, or how powerful the second generation of Che Shen's will is, it cannot shake his original intention.
"The teacher controls others, not himself."
The Holy Infant Plant is a lesson for the past, and of course there should be more people who lose their original intentions.
Expecting this, Dao Qiongcang laughed and stopped thinking.
He just walked forward, grabbed the Buddha Sword, and after the purification was completed, he pulled it out with force. After a pause, he sighed:
"It's time to come, right?"
...
Bang bang bang bang bang!
The space, the Taoism, and even the entire Siming Temple, suddenly exploded and shook as the Buddha Sword was pulled out by the angry fairy.
High walls collapsed everywhere, and the ground collapsed everywhere.
At the corner of the deep hall, a strange neighing sound came from among the bursts of rumbling noises:
"Uh ah ah ah..."
The sound of neighing gradually intensified, then expanded layer by layer, affecting the entire Siming Temple in an instant.
"Snapped."
The little spider that was spinning silk on the spider web suddenly grew in size, from the size of a fingernail to the height of a man, and fell to the ground.
Its belly swelled, its spider legs swelled, and its entire body "expanded" uncontrollably.
Suddenly there were several crackling sounds, and the spider as tall as a man exploded to pieces. Thousands of small spiders split open in its belly and legs, and crawled out densely in all directions.
"Pah, pah, pah, pah..."
The thousands of little spiders swelled and expanded gradually, as if they had inherited their mother's fate, and each one of them had a pregnant belly.
The pregnant belly is broken into pieces, and there are thousands, thousands, and millions in one crack.
Spiders give birth to spiders, spiders crush spiders, spiders eat spiders, spider legs, spider mouths, spiders eat spider marrow...
Everywhere you look, there are spiders everywhere!
The vast giant passage of Siming Temple was blocked by Spider Mountain in just the blink of an eye.
And this is just the tip of the iceberg of the strange things happening in the Siming Temple.
Turn your eyes to the right...
Densely packed venomous snakes with scales snap in piles.
Snake eggs, snake corpses, snake babies, and snake mothers crowded into a mountain of snakes, just like giant earthworms that were scooped up and piled together after the lake was drained. They were twisted and twisted, and it was disgusting to the eye.
Look up...
The eyeless birds, which had lost the ability to see in the darkness, pushed each other on the beam and fell again.
The mother bird that turned into a giant after falling to the ground was frightened and was the first to be broken. After countless eggs cracked, the baby birds grew rapidly, and then rubbed shoulders with each other.
Some mutated without wings, some mutated without feathers, and some even mutated from eyeless to full of eyes...
The greatness of life is vividly explained at this moment.
"very messy!"
The Holy Thought swept across the sky.
Even though he is half a "life researcher", when he saw this scene, his hair stood on end and he felt like he was suffering from trypophobia.
In a word: What a mess!
It’s more chaotic and infiltrated than Beihuai’s hometown!
After the Diying Holy Tree was killed by the Angry Immortal Buddha Sword... In fact, how could the ancestral tree that was almost an ancestral god fall so easily?
After losing the shackles of the physical body, the soul and consciousness were also limited by the purification of the Angry Immortal Buddha Sword and the power of wish and lost control.
Her "fall" was actually still under control, but she had a mutated "transcendental transformation and life attribute" and returned to the great road - the great road!
When a whale falls, all things come into being.
The disappearance of the Diying Sacred Strain brought about a sudden change in the life rules of the Siming Temple, and everything "reproduced" uncontrollably.
Even the sky...
Being in it, he also needs to continuously kill Dao Ying and control his mind so that he can not be affected by such strange effects.
If you are slightly careless, it may change from "one firmament" to "ten thousand firmaments" in an instant.
Snakes, rats and insects were in chaos, Dao Qiongcang was still waiting while he used the Great Purification Technique and the Great Blessing Technique on himself!
He looked around, alert.
It can be said that even when he was carried into the Siming Temple by the Infant-Destroying Holy Plant, he was not nervous at this moment. "Buzz——"
In a chaotic scene, in the sudden void, a bright lotus of light bloomed like mud.
The leaves of the lotus light opened layer by layer, revealing a dazzling crystal gem the size of a human head, made of colorful glass.
"drop!"
"Unknown object detected, interpreting..."
"Successful Interpretation: The Fate of the Ancestral God."
coming!
At this moment, brilliance burst out from Dao Qiongcang's eyes.
After waiting for so long, he used the fastest way to deal with the Diying Holy Strain, and even provoked the Ancestral Tree before the battle, making him fight to the death to strangle the passage of the Siming Temple to prevent Xu Xiaoshou and Yue Gong from leaving. Wait, come in, what are you planning?
Isn't this the "ancestral god's fate" right now?
To be honest, Dao Qiongcang's desire for the destiny of the ancestor god is not that great, and he adheres to the mentality of "if there is something, it will be there, if there is nothing, it will be fine".
But that’s outside the ruins of God!
If there is a balance between life and death and the Dao, Dao Qiongtian will definitely choose the former, because the Dao cannot be achieved overnight and can only be completed while living.
Now he has entered the game.
As the saying goes, "If you don't enter the tiger's den, you won't get the tiger's cubs." Since this ancestral god's destiny is always falling into the hands of trees and people, how can I not take it?
Even if you don't want to use it, isn't it good to just study its power, draw lessons from it, and learn from it?
No, is it possible to check and balance the power of the ancestral gods even now?
"Come!"
Dao Qiongcang stretched out his hand.
The holy power wraps around the accompanying light lotus from a distance, and the beautiful ancestral god's destiny is about to be taken in.
At this time.
"Buzz..."
My brain felt dizzy.
At the far end of the Siming Temple, starlight seemed to emerge, and a hazy figure appeared at the end of the range covered by the Holy Thought.
The sky didn't even have time to scan the entire figure.
"Uh-huh!"
His eyes shed tears of blood, his eyeballs exploded, and his head disintegrated into eight petals like an exploding watermelon.
At the same time, the space surged, and two loud shouts overlapped and came from behind:
"Dao Nitian, are you okay?"
"My way, this door is so difficult to open that I came late. Are you still alive? You won't blame me, right?"
Dao Qiongcang was about to accept the fate of the ancestor god, but when he heard the sound, he straightened his legs, leaned back, and fell straight into the snake and spider mountain.
Don't disturb me when you are dying.
…
"what?"
"Where did the spiders come from? How could there be so many spiders in the Siming Temple?"
"Worm, snake! There are so many snake eggs? Ugh~"
"Chicken! Oh no, bird?"
"Tao, my Tao, where are you? Ah! Why are you...caught by a spider?"
Xu Xiaoshou and his party broke into the Siming Temple one after another, just like the aunt entering the vegetable market, both of them became lively.
I have to mention that after the Diying Holy Strain took control of the Siming Temple, its protective power was at the level of the Ancestral God.
No matter how much they bombarded outside, the plaque was not broken and the passage was not opened.
But in less than a quarter of an hour...
Suddenly, Siming Temple seemed to have thought about it again and really opened the passage.
The leading adventurer Yue Gongli - after being kicked in, he was the first to be frightened by the Spider Mountain, Snake Egg Mountain, Chicken Mountain, Bird Mountain, Mushroom Mountain, etc.
In his impression, after the sneak attack on the Infant-creating Sacred Strain in Siming Temple, there were not so many living creatures anymore!
No, even without that sneak attack, there would never have been such a dense concentration of disgusting creatures here.
Not to mention that each of them looks weird, and their reproductive capacity is even more exaggerated than a flash flood or tsunami. One wave is higher than the other, and they are still alive today!
"The secret of life..."
Xu Xiaoshou glanced at it and suddenly felt that the rules of life here were somewhat similar to those in the prototype of the Diying Holy Tree Temple at that time.
But it’s even more out of control and unreasonable!
His belly was big and he had to have an abortion in a hurry.
Everyone has a big belly and has an abortion.
One by one, they were frantically aborting their babies while searching for the original warrior Dao Qiongtian. Finally, they found their friend whose head exploded in the broken corpse liquid piled up by snakes and insects.
For a moment, everyone was silent.
"Dao Qiongcang, was he killed by the Diying Holy Plant?"
His thoughts couldn't keep up with the weirdness. Before he had time to think about it, Mr. Sang pointed to the bright light not far away and exclaimed:
"The destiny of the ancestor god!"
Xu Xiaoshou turned around, not afraid, but trembling in his heart for no reason:
The fate of the Ancestral God is on the Diying Holy Strain... It can only be revealed at the end of the road... Dao Qiongcang was killed by the power of the Ancestral God level... But what is out of control here is not the laws of heaven but the rules of life... Then it should be the Diying Holy Strain like this He was killed in a short period of time...but why Dao Qiongcang was shot in the head without making any sound...
"The Evil God!"
In the flash of lightning, Xu Xiaoshou only thought of this possibility:
The Dao Qiong Cang and the Yin Ying Sacred Strain have been replaced one by one, but here there is still an old Yin Bishou Yin Evil God lurking.
"Don't go there!"
As soon as he raised his eyes, several rays of holy light flew towards the ancestral god's destiny, so he was not greedy.
Xu Xiaoshou's head went cold when he saw it. Without even thinking about it, he swung his feet and unfolded the space disk, and the wave of light enveloped the four people Sang Shui and Cen Bai who had been guided.
"Teleport!"
Behind him, Yue Gongli, who was so frightened that he returned to the entrance of the teleportation passage and half stepped out of the Siming Temple, suddenly felt a strange movement in the space.
After his eyes blurred, he found that in front of him was no longer the passage home, but a dazzling Ancestral God's destiny.
At that moment, Yue Gongli swore that he lost consciousness first.
"What a nice view……"
Bang!
In the next breath, Holy Thought saw a ray of light and shadow, and the fox's head exploded into minced meat.
At the same time, Xu Xiaoshou, who had undergone a wave of life and death with space replacement, let out a loud roar, full of urgency and anxiety:
"Go home!"
He wrapped up the four of them and was about to leave the Siming Temple through the space passage.
Before he could move, he suddenly felt his feet being grabbed.
When he lowered his eyebrows, he could only resist the urge to kick the man.
Because the person who caught him was none other than Dao Qiongang, whose head exploded into watermelon slices:
"When we go back home, you should pack me up!"
Xu Xiaoshou hooked his foot and clamped the headless corpse of Dao Qiongcang with his knees. He had no time to think about why the corpse could still speak, and was about to leave...
"Damn Xu Xiaoshou, what about me?"
"My life is not my life!"
A piece of soul floated out of Yue Gongli's headless corpse. In anger, he used the power of the soul to wrap up the ancestral god's destiny and threw it in the direction of the space passage.
Cen Qiaofu was carried upside down by Xu Xiaoshou on his waist. He watched the bright stream of light flying towards him. His mind suddenly faded and he showed his fascination:
"What a baby."
A handful of ancestral gods’ destiny.
Bang!
His head also exploded into blood.
…
"Buzz!"
Space teleportation.
After landing, the familiar environment did not appear, and the plaque of the Siming Temple did not come into sight.
Just like that time in the first heaven, space teleportation was transmitted into the embryonic form of the divine court of the Diying Sacred Plant.
This time, Xu Xiaoshou also came to a strange world, the Galaxy World.
He holds Mr. Sang between his left ribs, a water ghost on his right waist, a white coat on his shoulder, a headless Joe on his back, a headless sky on his knees, and behind him is Yue Gongli's soul...
As soon as I entered this world, there were black holes all around, embellished with twinkling stars.
The first thing to enter is actually a majestic galaxy desk.
Behind the desk, there stood a vague figure of a giant, wearing a starlit gilt robe and a suede crown on his head. He raised his head calmly, solemnly and sacredly.
The person raised his left palm, and there were three huge God-killing Orders suspended in the palm of his hand. His right hand needed to be pressed to hold the empty and full ones.
He watches.
In the distance of the Galaxy World, there is a vast execution ground. In the center of the execution ground stands a gold-plated execution pillar that leads to the unknown.
On the execution pillar, a soul body is struggling and begging desperately. His words are humble and without dignity:
"... Spare me, please, Lord Chongyin True God, spare me, don't punish me anymore!"
"As long as you let me go, I, Feng Yujin, swear to be your slave for life! I will help you kill that Xu Xiaoshou, and I will take his head to offer you wine... I am willing to betray the entire Holy Continent for you!"
"You should know that for the word 'Chongyin'... I! Fengtian Saint Emperor! am the most loyal!"
The voice suddenly stopped.
The soul body that was kowtowing and begging desperately in front of the giant's desk, without any pride and dignity, sensed something and tilted its head to look...
Wow, there are so many people.