Buzz~~~
Thirty-six seeds of origin swirled in Chen Xixiang's mind, shining like thirty-six stars.
There is something like the origin of the world brewing in it, and you can see the prototypes of small worlds in it.
Phew~~
Chen Xixiang activated the "Mending Heaven Divine Chapter", a supreme magical power that can reach the top of the world in three steps after being smelted and sublimated by the Taoist and Song Dynasty systems and the cultivation systems of all walks of life.
Wisps of Origin Essence melted from the Origin Seed and flowed into Chen Xixiang's soul.
"Um……"
After just a moment of refining, Chen Xixiang came up with a thought in his mind and deduced the time it would take to completely refine the thirty-six origin seeds:
"With my current cultivation level, it will probably take a long time to completely refine it into my own power."
It took him about three years to create the planet magic weapon with the help of more than forty immortals.
The levels of these thirty-six Origin Seeds are on the same level as that of the Sun. The energy in them is too majestic and huge.
After all, it is the prototype of the universe. The Taoist Taoist of Creation spent hundreds of thousands of years in the place of origin in order to refine the eighty-one origin seeds into his own body and resurrect him, but he has not yet succeeded.
"There's no need to be too anxious. We've been here for more than three hundred years, so what's the rush?"
Chen Xixiang relaxed in his heart, prepared not to rush for a while, and looked down the mountain:
"First go and promote the destruction of Ishou Daizen Temple, and then we'll talk about it when we get back."
Although he beat Hong Xuanji, who came to ask him to destroy the Great Zen Master, to death, and made Prince Yang Pan lose half of the origin of the King of Artifacts, it was a bit like he didn't want to agree to destroy the Great Zen Temple.
But one code after another, he took action against those people purely because he wanted to see if he could kill the "Son of Daqian" in this period and prevent the future Yi Zi from being born.
Facts have proved that it was half the battle. Although Hong Xuanji was not killed, Meng Bingyun was beaten to the point of death.
As for the Dazen Temple, we should take action when we should.
The purpose is also very simple. It is not to label Dazen Temple with any hypocrisy and false benevolence, it is purely a Taoist dispute.
Since he traveled across many worlds, he has always followed the path of "I am the only one who respects himself and the Tao is the only one who respects himself".
For Chen Xixiang, there is only one simple and overbearing idea: before the Supreme Being, there is no other orthodoxy to speak, so how can Buddhism and Taoism coexist.
A dead Buddha is a good Buddha, or a Buddha can only stay if he can admit that the Buddha is the Tao and surrender obediently.
With one step, the clouds surged under my feet.
Chen Xixiang left the Taishang Dao Zong site and went to the Zhongzhou Zen Temple.
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call! call! call!
An old, dilapidated and miserable white jade boat crossed the sky and landed in a certain state in Daqian.
In the courtyard, Yang Pan fell into his own dark courtyard. He felt heartbroken when he looked at the boat of creation in his palm, whose "shape" was almost invisible.
This deepened my hatred for Chen Xixiang:
"If I don't avenge this revenge, I, Yang Pan, will be a useless person!"
At the same time as he finished speaking, he looked at the pile of rotten meat-like Hong Xuanji released from the boat of creation.
He put away his mood and asked solemnly:
"Xuanji, how are you?"
Wow~~
The Emperor's First Dragon Armor fell off Hong Xuanji's body like running water, condensing into a golden dragon ball the size of a fist, which was the original body of the Emperor's First Dragon Armor.
After Yang Pan saw Hong Xuanji's exposed body clearly at this moment, he couldn't help but feel chills all over his body and felt creepy.
"hiss……"
Hong Xuanji's current appearance was simply too terrifying. There was no good skin on his body, and he looked like a bloody man.
Dozens of white bones were turned outwards, and internal organs were clearly visible in several places, dripping with blood.
If Yang Pan hadn't heard Hong Xuanji's faint breathing, he wouldn't have believed that Hong Xuanji was still alive.
He immediately took out a "Creation Pill" from the boat of creation and let Hong Xuanji take it without hesitation.
The pure medicinal power melted into his lips, and waves of heat spread within Hong Xuanji's body. There was a hint of sparkle in his eyes, and he spoke, but it was accompanied by a violent cough:
"Your Highness, cough...I have caused you heavy losses."
Instead, Yang Pan calmed down and said:
"You and I don't need to say this. This time it was our calculation error. We should not underestimate Meng Shenji. We never expected that this person would act so cruelly and domineeringly. He would beat you to death as soon as we met indiscriminately."
Yang Pan originally planned to use the power of Meng Shenji to jointly destroy the Great Zen Temple, and then design a scheme against Meng Shenji's physical body to make him lose the chance to reach the other side, but he did not expect...
Yang Pan exhaled and gritted his teeth and said: "But this time we also saw all his details clearly. The soul of the creator of the Seven Tribulations, and the cultivation of high-level immortals. He really wants to lead to the other side."
The world is a big sea of suffering, the body is the raft that crosses the sea, and the soul is the person in the boat. If a monk in this world wants to reach the other side from the sea of suffering, he must cultivate his body and soul to the most perfect state. Without anyone, it will not work.
After Hong Xuanji refined some of the essence of the Divine Creation Pill, Yang Pan asked again:
"Are you feeling better?" Sands Chinese
Hong Xuanji's breathing calmed down a bit. He looked at his miserable body and felt sour in his heart:
"My martial arts skills are almost useless..."
Yang Pan was shocked when he heard this, and his face jumped.
Martial arts was abolished?
His mood was overwhelming. After a moment, seeing Hong Xuanji's bitter expression, he calmed down and said calmly:
"As long as people are still around, martial arts can be cultivated again. Maybe you can make a great breakthrough and completely enter the realm of immortals. Don't worry, I have all the treasures in the boat of creation, and I will make it happen at all costs." You recover.”
Hong Xuanji took a deep breath and his eyes calmed down: "Thank you, Your Highness."
Seeing Hong Xuanji regain his energy, Yang Pan also nodded. Immediately, the two of them looked at Meng Bingyun, whose soul was wiped out, with a hint of complexity flashing in their eyes.
"My soul has been reduced to ashes, and I can no longer feel your thoughts..." Hong Xuanji clenched his fists and said firmly in front of Meng Bingyun's body: "Your Highness is right, as long as I am still alive, I will still have a chance. If you become an immortal again, you will definitely reach the supreme state of shattering the vacuum. At that time, you may not be able to regain your thoughts from the world of heaven, earth and universe, and then reshape your soul..."
"Okay, you go and rest first. Over at the Great Zen Temple, my father has mobilized heavy troops. I also want to go over and have a look. Although there is no Dream God Machine, the Great Zen Temple must still be destroyed."
After Yang Pan said something, his eyes were cold, his soul lifted up his body, and left this villa.
Hong Xuanji walked into the quiet room with Meng Bingyun in his arms.
A few hours later, he sat cross-legged on the futon in the quiet room and fell into recovery.
…
I don’t know how much time passed.
Suddenly, a gentle wind blew in the room.
Hong Xuanji suddenly opened his eyes and felt something. Then, he heard a voice that resounded in his heart:
"Hong Xuanji, I am creation. The Great Thousand World is the foundation of my enlightenment, and you are the son of the Great Thousand who was born in the Great Thousand World over tens of thousands of years, so you are my disciple."
good fortune!
Hong Xuanji's body shook violently.
Creation, from ancient times to the present, who dares to use this title is only that person.
The vicissitudes of voice in the wind continued to drift into his heart:
"Emperor Changsheng and Panhuang, a pair of masters and disciples, abandoned the Great Thousand World and created the Central World in the Outer Heaven with the intention of recreating the human way. However, my way is in the Great Thousand World. You are my disciple. You should carry out my inheritance. The boat of creation is what I prepared for you. Through it, you can come to the place of origin and find my Taoism and Yang Shen thoughts. I can bring unprecedented creation to you and the woman next to you..."
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Zhongzhou, Dazen Temple.
It is night in the Buddhist holy land of the world where you need to run a horse to light incense. Thousands of palaces are brightly lit, making it look like daylight for hundreds of miles around.
The lights dyed the sky like gilded gold, making this place almost similar to the world of glass that releases thousands of millimeters of light as recorded in Buddhist scriptures.
On a mountain peak a hundred miles away.
A white-haired ape and a white-haired fox man stood on the top of the mountain, with countless longings flashing in their eyes:
"This is the Great Zen Temple. It really deserves its name. Look at the energy and blood rushing out from the Great Zen Temple. The energy and energy are like smoke. This is the symbol of the Martial Saint. There are more than thirty of them at a rough count. , more than thirty martial saints, and five hundred masters of the integration of soul and body at the peak of innateness, known as the Five Hundred Arhats, such a huge foundation..."
"In addition, the abbot of the Great Zen Temple who studies the "Past Sutra", the fighting monk Yinyue who studies the "Present Sutra", and the abbot of Wushengtang who studies the "Future Sutra", compared to Taishangdao's alone Meng Shenji, In my opinion, the Great Zen Temple is truly the most holy place in the world."
The white-furred fox has a plain voice:
"It's a pity that such a sacred place of martial arts is about to collapse."
At this time, an old laughter suddenly came from the sky:
"Hey, White Ape King and Fragrant Fox King, so you are here. Let me tell you, even Black Wolf King Bi Shihua, a low-class guy, has the audacity to come and interfere with Qiu Feng. You two have cultivated for three tribulations. How could I leave myself behind?"
The fox and the ape looked up and saw a golden light floating in the clouds:
"Golden Spider Dharma King! Humph!"
The two people snorted coldly at the same time, but their eyes looked along the sky, and each of them saw that all the eight demons and immortals in the world had arrived and were hiding in the darkness.
In addition to the eight demon immortals, the two of them also sensed thoughts of souls floating in the sky.
They all used the 200,000-strong army that rushed over the ground like a dark dragon as a cover and hid in the dark.
The Golden Spider King hid in the dark and said with a smile:
"This time, the Daqian royal family took the lead and gathered 80% of the cultivators in the world. In addition to me and other demon immortals, there are also experts from the Xuantian Pavilion and Jingyuan Temple, which are also the six holy places. It can be said that they are overwhelming. Push, I don’t know how many good things will come out of it!”
Tap tap tap tap~~~
The sound of the galloping hooves of the 200,000-strong army pressed against the Great Zen Holy Land on Mount Taishi with a momentum that was overwhelming the mountains and seas. A shrill eunuch shouted the decree, his voice breaking through the clouds and spreading in all directions:
"The Great Zen Temple heard the decree. Because your temple colluded with the rebels of the previous dynasty and intended to rebel, your Majesty has raised an army of 200,000 to come to fight against it. He ordered the monks in your temple to quickly take their own shackles and accept the crime!!"
After a sound.
The magnificent glazed Buddhist temple in Mount Taishi, among thousands of palaces, is as quiet as a lost sight.
Among the army, a prince in his thirties with a majestic temperament and a mighty face spoke with a high-pitched and angry voice:
"Bold Dazen Temple, you still haven't accepted the order? The crime of treason has been confirmed!"
A violent roar, the voice rolling like thunder:
"The army obeyed the order and bulldozed the Great Zen Temple! Kill!!"
