Chapter 1330 The Wind Rises
Hearing Zhen Yuanzi's simple answer, Jiu Ling Yuan Sheng couldn't help but sigh:
"It's several years faster than I expected. It's really hard to predict the world. Even for you and me, we still can't see the will of heaven clearly. What's the use of this deduction? What's the use of this Yi Dao?"
As he said, he turned around and walked away, stepped out of the magnificent and solemn black hall, and rose up in the dark underworld, shedding the ghost aura, the emperor's appearance and the authority of this place, returning to the appearance of the demon clan great saint, breaking through the layers of fog, and returning to the Fusang ancient tree realm.
According to its original idea, it could still experience the mysteries of the afterlife for several years to grasp some of the keys to the end of the catastrophe. Who knew that Zhen Yuanzi would come so quickly and so powerfully!
In the palace, the black fog and death energy left by Jiuling Yuansheng rolled endlessly, highlighting a number of blurred Taoist patterns, condensing into a gloomy blue-gray imperial seal, which fell into Zhen Yuanzi's hands. It was the symbol of power in the underworld built by Fengdu Emperor!
"Before this encounter, how could I know the layout of the heavenly prison in the fairyland..." Zhen Yuanzi also sighed.
Everything seemed to be arranged!
He spread his hands to catch the blue-gray imperial seal, opened his mouth, and spit out a quiet and dead light, breaking the layers of restrictions on it, leaving a little mark at the cardinal point.
Boom!
The gloomy underworld seemed to have a thunder explosion, and the refined acquired Yellow Spring surged forward, running through the chaotic time, connecting a piece of rotten and ancient Yin soil, and merging into the real Yellow Spring flowing on it!
This Yin land is divided into countless layers. The bottom is the evil sacrificial pond at the beginning of the era. Above it is the demon god dead swamp when the Nine Nethers fought for hegemony, the cemetery of the gods when the Emperor of Heaven was in the nine heavens, and the Hades hell that generations of monsters and humans tried to build. There are so many layers, and the new suppresses the old, and the present covers the past, making "history" seem to have become a fossil. In the core of this Yin land, no matter how many layers accumulate, there is always a turbid and dark Luofeng Mountain, which is the current dojo of the Xuanming Ghost Emperor.
However, at this moment, even if anger infects his cold eyes and roars can be heard everywhere, there is still no way to prevent the connection between the underworld of Fengdu Emperor and the Luofeng Realm. Zhen Yuanzi, who was transformed into the Ghost Emperor by the arrangement of the Emperor of Heaven, is also a pseudo-other shore here. The two sides are in a confrontation, and neither can do anything to the other. Moreover, the focus of the Xuanming Ghost Emperor is still at the claws of the Demon Emperor, which may get out of control at any time.
The underworld within the layers of mist seemed to have suddenly expanded countless times. The ghost soldiers and ghost messengers were dumbfounded to find that what they could see was no longer hazy mist, but an endless barren land of the underworld swept by strong winds. There was a black sun and a yellow moon in the sky, both of which looked decayed and pale. Their own souls became more solid, and even got a silver-shining spiritual armor.
As the various deficiencies of the underworld were improved, the Ghost Emperor transformed by Zhen Yuanzi looked up at the sky, bowed with great respect, and said solemnly:
"Please come to the hometown of the vacuum!"
"Please come to the hometown of the vacuum!"
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After saying this nine times in a row, he suddenly raised his sleeves, and the underworld turned from dim to pitch black. Layers of fog were pulled by the tornado and flew down from a high place, like two giant pythons. In the infinite distance, a faint light lit up. Although it did not grow larger, it gradually became clear. It was a hazy world with no visible boundaries. There was a sense of great freedom and great bliss inside, full of eternal and unchanging dead silence, as if it was the original hometown and final destination of all living beings.
White lotuses bloomed, and the clear light turned into mist. The Night Emperor and the gods in it looked at each other in bewilderment. They didn't understand what was going on. It was just that the supreme and powerful thoughts faintly revealed from the depths of the hometown of the vacuum made them dare not doubt and could only worship.
Boom!
This dark spot with a clear light crashed into the core of the underworld, stirring up endless storms, but leaving the ghost soldiers and ghost messengers unaffected.
The storm turned into countless white lotuses, which fell down and took root in every corner of the underworld. Some sank into the underworld, and some bloomed directly.
Boom!
Rays of light, like real dragons, continued to rise from the core of the underworld, completely covering this world!
Boom!
In the real chaos, in the center of the Pure Land Buddha Kingdom that spanned countless calamities, there was a giant Bodhi tree that supported this world. Its branches were the way, and its leaves were the rules, and it was everywhere.
At this moment, the "Ghost God True Spirit Picture" hanging on the Bodhi tree was stimulated and suddenly shone brightly.
Where the light shone, an obscure, illusory, blissful, and pure ancient idea appeared out of thin air from the Bodhi tree.
Boom!
In the center of the Western Paradise, the dreamlike mist and bubbles remain unchanged from ancient times. There are eight-treasure merit pools around, with no waves inside. The bottom is so deep that it is difficult to see, as if leading to strange and inexplicable different universes.
Suddenly, there was light in these merit pools, as blue as glass, as transparent as a dream, and a blue lotus full of ancient meaning condensed.
The blue lotus fell and penetrated the dream bubbles and layers of mist.
Boom!
Zhen Yuanzi's eyes were filled with clear light, and his vacuum hometown had merged with this underworld. In the deepest part, petals of white lotus bloomed one after another, surrounding a majestic and holy god, whose clothes were complicated and light, ancient and elegant, and whose face seemed to be covered by endless time and space, blurry and difficult to see. Only the eyes that surpassed everything in the world were impressive.
Zhen Yuanzi immediately bowed and said solemnly:
"Welcome back, my mother!"
Ye Di and the other gods prostrated themselves and shouted together:
"Welcome back, my mother!"
The god looked down at them and said with a faint smile:
"God's will has changed."
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Beyond the thirty-third heaven, where the Tushita Palace is located, there are spiritual springs everywhere, strange flowers blooming, and fairy birds and auspicious beasts can be seen from time to time.
The Golden Horn boy was boredly watching the Silver Horn boy give a sermon. Suddenly, something moved in his heart. He looked outside and saw a slightly skinny golden Buddha sitting on a pure lotus platform, neither coming in nor leaving. He is six feet tall, his face is full of compassion, and his immeasurable meaning fills the world.
"Amitabha!" Golden Horn Boy blurted out.
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In the mysterious world connected by the sea eye, the Demon Emperor's Palace stands quietly, and the little fox Qingqiu is seizing the time to practice, striving to further awaken the Demon Holy Spear.
Suddenly, she saw the doors of the Demon Emperor's Palace opening in the windless tunnel, and a Taoist wearing a double bun stepped in.
This man with a yellow face and slight beard, clear and free-spirited, glanced at Qingqiu with a smile, and slowly entered the Demon Emperor's Palace.
"He can actually enter the deepest part of the Demon Emperor's Palace that none of us can touch..." Qingqiu stared at this scene blankly.
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In the boundless pure land, the ancient Buddha of Deng Deng is thinking about various details and deducing every pass.
Suddenly, he saw the shadow of Ananda in front of him turning his head to look at the outside world again.
"Our opportunity has come." Ananda immediately showed a meaningful smile.
Chance? The ancient Buddha of Ran Deng was at a loss and puzzled.
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Within the Jue Dao, the boundless sea of thunder is uncertain.
Meng Qi and Gu Xiaosang each held the "Jade Disk of Creation" and were running their own endless chaotic thoughts, consuming it bit by bit and assimilating it into their own bodies.
I don’t know how long it took, the water rippled and seemed to turn into a river, and the jade dish of good fortune flew into ashes every inch.
"The Eastern Emperor is worthy of being an ancient emperor..." Meng Qi couldn't help but sigh. Just by refining and absorbing all the avenues and rules on the incomplete jade plate of creation, he directly stepped into the middle reaches of creation. Gu Xiaosang even more It means accumulating enough, and once it is truly yours, you will be able to break through the barriers.
Of course, directly absorbing and refining other people's methods of cohesion will conflict with one's own, causing the foundation to be unstable. It will take more time to polish it in the future. If Wuji does not tolerate all things, Meng Qi may even explode and die on the spot, but most people At the moment of the calamity, he must enter the realm of perfection as soon as possible and get rid of the remaining spirituality of Donghuang. He no longer cares about this, he just hopes that the calamity will pass before there is time to make up for it.
Gu Xiaosang opened his eyes, raised the corners of his mouth, and was about to speak. His expression suddenly changed, his eyes revealed a look of shock that Meng Qi had never seen before, and he blurted out:
"Mom is back!"
Is my mother back? He came back at this time? Meng Qi's mind buzzed with the same vibration.