"Ling Xiao, it's broken."
At this moment, countless people who had longed for the past of the Thirty-three Heavenly Court burst into tears.
On the thirty-third day, in the Lingxiao Palace of Immortal Court, there were many monks’ ultimate dream. It was rumored that as long as they stood in that palace, they could achieve enlightenment and become immortals.
Now, Ling Xiao is broken.
Zhang Qing also felt infinite sadness in his heart, but it did not come from his emotions, but from the half of the plaque somewhere on his body. The golden lines on it represented the character for the Immortal Pattern [Palace], which was used by immortals that could not be carried by the human world. Word.
Now, he has naturally understood that the half of the plaque on his body is the second half of Ling Xiao.
"Lingxiao Palace?" Zhang Qing chewed the name, and was shocked to catch a glimpse of the former immortal's domineering power over Thirty-Three Heavens.
"What a pity." Zhang Qing looked at himself and fell out of nothingness. His red armor fell into a deep sleep and could no longer provide him with any power.
The armor fell off on its own. After losing the threat of fighting the demon Buddha, it did not want to stay on Zhang Qing. Obviously, Zhang Qing was still not its approved host.
"It will swallow the spiritual energy and repair itself." Yilan Jun took a look and said, this is the scary thing about the quasi-immortal weapon, it coexists with time and is almost immortal.
Zhang Qing nodded, which meant that from now on, the Zhang family had another powerful asset.
Waving his hand, he dropped it on the green hill below, in the tall building representing the family head. Zhang Qing looked at the fierce battlefield around him, where thousands of monks and hundreds of thousands of demons were fighting.
After so long, the number of demons has not decreased at all, but the monks on the Zhang family have suffered heavy losses.
The flames spread between the eyebrows, and the golden light began to spread, gradually covering every monk's body.
"Heaven and earth are clear, and their actions are fierce!"
Zhang Qing's voice was accompanied by the golden light that covered every monk's body. In an instant, everyone felt that the mana in their bodies was raging and violent, becoming the same frequency as the aura between the surrounding heaven and earth.
At this moment, they seemed to have inexhaustible strength and absolutely concentrated consciousness. Attacks coming from any direction could be caught by them immediately.
"This... is such a powerful method. Is this the Golden Lotus?" Someone exclaimed. His strength has more than tripled. Even though he was a waste originally, he is now a veteran of countless battles.
The boiling blood tells him the best choice at every step. He just needs to move like a machine. His body is more suitable for this chaotic and fierce battlefield than himself.
"If you don't forget this feeling, then after it's over, it will definitely be a great opportunity." Fu Ying's eyes were wild, and he strengthened some of his ideas.
Zhang Qing no longer paid attention to the battlefield below. Although the power of the [Fierce] Immortal Pattern was not as powerful as the armor, it was enough for the low-level monks to persist for a while.
He didn't go out to help the family because Yilanjun held him back and there were more important things.
In the sky, the top of Youhuang Bamboo has already touched the Lingxiao plaque. The crystal deer on its back is leisurely and leisurely. And in all directions, there are countless pairs of eyes staring there, waiting for a result to appear.
After a few breaths, the crack in the center of Ling Xiao grew larger and larger, spreading to the upper and lower boundaries. There was a soft click, and the sky split.
A huge hole appeared in the sky above the head. From the pitch-black crack, endless dark mist poured out, and the howling ghosts swept the entire world in an instant.
In the blink of an eye, the snow-white sky turned gray, and then turned into a dark curtain.
Everyone looked evil, and Yin Si actually appeared at this moment, when Ling Xiao split the sky.
"Buddhism is fighting for the future, and the Demon Emperor is betting on the present. You two are really so majestic, and you have plotted the entire world!"
"Then you're counting on my Yinsi?"
In the darkness, a strange giant thing roared, and the black liquid spilled corroded the entire world.
"Underworld? If you don't just stay underground, why would you come to the world to cause trouble?" Someone scolded, eager to eradicate the ghosts.
"Ha ha ha ha!"
"When the heaven and earth first opened, the pure air rose upwards, and the turbid air descended. How can this be the reason? The reason why I came here today is to--overturn the heavens!"
"From now on, I, the Nine Layers of the Yin Division, will take the place of Thirty-Three Heavens and do the work of rising turbid qi!"
The figure in the ghost tells a terrible thing. The Yinsi actually wants to take advantage of the last afterglow of the thirty-three days to disappear, turn the sky upside down, and let the Yinsi stand on the nine heavens.
Countless people were shocked, even Youhuangzhu paused for a moment.
Such a thing is definitely not something that this palace ghost can say. It must involve the entire underworld, and the Yamas in the underworld who no one knows...
"My Buddha is compassionate~"
With the clear light of Buddhism dispersing the ghost mist, those bald donkeys couldn't bear it anymore. The Yin Division wanted to overthrow the Thirty-three Heavens, the human monks were helpless without the immortals, and the demons were not afraid of the pure and turbid world. He was the only one in the Western Heaven Buddhism.
The place where the Xitian Buddhist Gate is located, juxtaposed with the Thirty-three Heavens, enjoys the pure sky. At this moment, it has naturally become the main force and vanguard to block the Yin Division. Otherwise, the first ones to suffer would be the Buddhas in the Xitian Lingshan Mountain.
The ghost mist filled the world, and no one could see Ling Xiao's existence, everything was covered.
"Buddhists fight for the future, and demons bet on the present. What does this mean?"
Yilan Jun spoke calmly, as if she was waiting for something in her eyes, "The past thirty-three days belong to the Immortal Court and the Three Thousand Immortals, and Ling Xiao is the last afterglow of the Immortals."
"Once this afterglow sets like the setting sun, who can dominate all living beings in the world in the following years?"
"The demons want to become the former fairy court, suppress everything, and let the demons become the masters of all realms, and the moment after this afterglow disappears."
"Buddhists, on the other hand, have settled for the next best thing. They believe that demons will not take over and establish the demon court so quickly. They think it will still take a long time, so they plan to hide their capabilities and bide their time, waiting for a suitable opportunity in the future."
"That opportunity may allow them to achieve everything they want. That time is at a certain moment in the future."
"The past, present, and future, no matter where you stand in the long river of time, you cannot avoid these three eras. The past is a foregone conclusion, and the present and future have been occupied by others."
Zhang Qing felt the heavy meaning in Yilanjun's words. Yes, the past, present and future are the life of a cultivator. But now in the three eras, there are already masters and suppressors. Ordinary people seem to have none at all. An opportunity to catch a glimpse of the face above the nine heavens.
