"It's strange. The poor monk arrived here step by step. How could he not be able to get to the other side because he didn't know how to do it?"
The golden sea of taboos is surging and vast. Every drop of seawater in it contains the power of destruction that can turn an ancient star field into ashes.
Countless towering sacred mountains stand in the forbidden sea, and the fairy clouds are steaming.
And behind it, chaos surged. As long as you cross the chaos, you will find the ruins of the legendary mythical heaven. There are many heavenly achievements left by the Supreme Immortal Emperor and the existence of the restricted area, which will benefit future generations.
This life is a golden age that is rare in ancient times. Naturally, there are geniuses of this generation who have walked the ancient road and reached the other side. In the end, it was the God-Emperor who stood out, defeated all his opponents, and became the king for the rest of his life.
There were no surprises in the follow-up. The Divine Emperor became enlightened, breaking the immortal Emperor's independence and glory that had dominated the human world for tens of thousands of years.
The last nine gates are extraordinary. If it were not for a special period, monks with insufficient talent would never be able to reach them, let alone stay here.
Now, among the group of geniuses who competed with the God Emperor, at least those who survived have become great saints, overlooking several star fields.
Since then, even though there have been countless talented people, no one has been able to pass the test of the nine great passes, let alone reach the other side.
At this moment, the shore of the Forbidden Sea was silent. Only a figure wearing a cassock and holding a pestle stood, looking into the chaos.
That man's cultivation was absolutely extraordinary, and he was actually an extraordinary quasi-emperor.
But looking at his face, he was an old monk with long eyebrows that reached the ground. He was probably very old.
However, the ancient road has its own rules and regulations, and those who are not the genius of the younger generation cannot embark on the journey.
People can't help but suspect that this old monk may have relied on his own cultivation to force his way into this place. It's no wonder that the other shore is not open to him.
The old monk frowned, but still refused to give up and took a tentative step forward.
Immediately, there seemed to be an invisible chasm across the sky, filled with the power of the extreme power, making him unable to stop.
It seemed that he deliberately divided the two realms, making the Heavenly Palace on the other side elusive and out of reach for the old monk.
The next moment, the old monk's face showed a rather helpless look. He immediately lowered his head to look at the pestle in his hand and shook it gently:
"What's going on? Didn't I ask you to hide it for me? Why can't you sneak in?"
The whole body of the treasure pestle is a bright purple, with golden cloud patterns all over it, and the light of Buddha is faintly permeated.
It is as if it is made from the radiance of stars falling all over the sky. Its divine power is vast and boundless. It is a supreme artifact that is nourished by heaven and earth. It is not weaker than the emperor's weapon of the extreme.
At this time, the treasure pestle bloomed with golden light, and the majestic voice of the gods came from it:
"My Buddha has mercy. Although I have deceived the secrets of heaven for you, Mora, so that you can walk all the ancient roads starting from the first city, but this place is the place where the Immortal Emperor retreated to enlightenment in the past, and there are also treasures left by the Supreme. Naturally, there are The supreme arrangement, even if this seat can reach the sky, it will not escape the eyes of the law."
Hearing this, the old monk Moluo frowned:
"How about? Let's try again? The other side is filled with the ultimate heavenly skills and the Supreme Emperor's Sutra. If we can get them to build a path for the Buddha, we will get twice the result with half the effort!"
The god in the treasure pestle seemed to be moving, and a long sigh came out:
"Alas - if Sumeru had not fallen and lost this Buddhaland, how could I have allowed you to do such an evil thing?"
After hearing this, Moro suddenly felt that something was amiss, and he quickly followed the instructions:
"Now, the Immortal Emperor is no longer alive, and the arrangements he left behind are just dead objects after all. With the combined efforts of the two of us, we may not be able to uncover a corner of his seal. At that time, we will leave with a few imprinted heavenly skills, and we will also move the formation Recovery, how about it?”
Unexpectedly, the reaction of Baochu God was huge, rising to the sky with majesty:
"No!"
"I have no choice but to help you this time. How can I make the same mistake again and again now?"
"The Immortal Emperor established the Tao here to benefit future generations. How can we easily touch his arrangements? Don't mention it again!"
Moro still refused to give up, so he continued to persuade——
"What, you really want to go there?"
A slightly joking word sounded in Moro's ears, like a divine thunder exploding.
Someone unexpectedly came to them in the blink of an eye! ?
Not to mention that Moro is a quasi-emperor with profound cultivation. The merit-based pestle on his side is comparable to the imperial soldiers and is a natural supreme weapon.
Even the deity of Baochu didn't notice the approach of others, it was really scary to think about it.
Moro first tightly held the merit tree in his hand, sensing that the latter was still powerful, and then raised his head.
A young man who looked like a Taoist priest was hanging in the air, with a hint of teasing on his face, looking at Moro with interest.
The young Taoist priest waved his sleeves, and Moro felt that the world was spinning, and the six gods had no master.
When he opened his eyes again, he had arrived in front of a majestic gate.
Not far away, there are dozens of chaotic stone pillars towering into Qingming, with majestic and eternal energy spreading from the heavens.
The young Taoist priest sat cross-legged in front of Tianmen, still looking at him.
Moro's heart trembled, and he had no intention of taking action. He quickly kowtowed and said:
"The poor monk Moro, see the Immortal Emperor!"
Although Moro has never seen the real body of the Immortal Emperor, his portrait is not difficult to find on the only ancient road.
And now, he is obviously in the heaven on the other side. With such a cultivation level, no one except the legendary Immortal Emperor can think of him.
After a long time, the Immortal Emperor's inquiry came from the Nine Heavens:
"I heard that you still want to break my emperor's arrangement?"
After hearing this, Moro's intestines almost turned green, but he still said bitterly:
"It's a poor monk who had evil thoughts for a moment, and he asked the Immortal Emperor to punish him!"
"Although the poor monk wants to enter this place, his original intention is not to cause havoc. He just wants to read a few scriptures and not do what he wants."
Zhou Luo sat cross-legged in front of the Tianmen, looking at Moro in front of him with a bit of fun, and shook his head, it is true that dogs can't change what they eat.
"If I hadn't known that your nature was not bad and that you hadn't made the trip yet, do you think I would have kept you?"
Hearing what the Immortal Emperor said, Moro knew that he had escaped the disaster, so he couldn't help but feel elated and quickly kowtowed to thank him.
Zhou Luo glanced at him lightly and said:
"If you don't stay well in Mount Sumeru, why did you come to the human world?"
Hearing this, Moro couldn't help but raise his head in surprise and looked at the Immortal Emperor opposite with a horrified expression.
But he immediately thought that it was not surprising that the Immortal Emperor Kung Fu could deduce the cause and effect between himself and Mount Sumeru.
While explaining this, Moro suddenly thought that if he sincerely appealed to the Immortal Emperor and asked him to take action, he might be able to recover Xumi, but not necessarily!
"Immortal Emperor Mingjian, please help me in Buddhism!"
Sure enough, something went wrong in Mount Xumi.
"Get up now."
As if he had been granted amnesty, Moro stood up respectfully, and soon began to talk about the matter of Sumeru:
"Mountain Sumeru is hidden in the chaos of the void and has never appeared in the human world. However, nearly a thousand years ago, an unparalleled ancient emperor came and occupied the sacred mountain. "
"If the poor monk hadn't relied on Sumeru's magical power and the treasure pestle of merit and virtue to fight to the death to break out, I'm afraid he would have fallen into his hands."
Zhou Luo's mind moved slightly and he already had a premonition, but he still asked:
"Who is that person?"
The one who answered him was the god of merit and treasure:
"If our predictions are correct, he should be the legendary Immortal Emperor."
Sure enough.
After Zhou Luo's deduction, he already understood the cause and effect.
For tens of thousands of years, he has been majestic in the world, suppressing immortality, and the weird nature dare not show up, let alone attack the Supreme or the Ancient Emperor.
In the end, he had to take advantage of the opportunity when the Immortal Emperor suppressed his body and fell into the state of enlightenment, and occupied Mount Sumeru to reach Nirvana.
However, now, thousands of years have passed, and the weirdness has long since left.
Although the two in front of him were extraordinary, he would not believe it if they could escape from the strangely possessed little phoenix.
With a thought in his heart, Zhou Luo immediately waved his sleeves, and the three figures turned into nothingness at the same time.
By the time Moro came to his senses, he had returned to Mount Sumeru, which was hidden in the chaos of the void.
I saw that the Buddhist pure land of the past was now shrouded in an unknown and strange mist, and it was probably already a mess.
Just when Zhou Luo was about to take action to clear the obstacles in front of him——
"Uh-huh!"
A five-color fairy light burst out from inside Mount Sumeru.
With just one cold look from Zhou Luo, it shattered into pieces, and a five-color fairy cloud filled the air.
And in the haze of divine clouds, there was a faint fluctuation of spiritual thoughts.
Not sensing the danger, Zhou Luo took it into his palm with his backhand.
"Huh!?"
As expected, this was a message intentionally left by Little Phoenix, and it even included the whereabouts of the Fairy Bell!
