This fact is too shocking.
Immortal Lord, that is a legendary existence.
According to ancient legend, there was once a person who shocked the whole world and was worshiped by all the immortals. Even if he was the only one left in the end, he was still suppressed by all the taboos.
In the end, he single-handedly opened up a path to the true way for the taboos, which can be said to shake up the past and present and the future.
Wasn't this invincible lost in the darkness of the previous world?
Now, the emperor has returned. All living beings should bow down to welcome the arrival of the Immortal Lord.
For a moment, the air was a little thick, and the noise not far away had no impact on this space.
After a while, Mr. Duijing spoke first.
"It's just that I don't know why the Lord of the Netherworld died in the hands of the Immortal Lord? Judging from the legends of the Immortal Lord, even if the Lord of the Netherworld challenged him, he would not be able to kill him."
Mr. Duijing couldn't understand this.
What's more, I can't understand why the Lord of the Netherworld knew that he was going to die from the beginning, and knew who was going to die in the hands of him.
Since it has already been deduced, why not avoid it?
"The Lord of the Netherworld can be said to be the first person in the world. If he wants to go further, he must challenge the legend. This is the only possibility of falling. However, it is just a challenge. Why should the Immortal Lord kill him? Even if it is a life and death battle, Just for the Lord of the Netherworld, I think, with the Immortal Lord’s invincible appearance, I can show mercy.” The inch-headed Buddha said.
"Fellow Taoist Burial Love...do you remember a sentence or a sentence that the Holy Ancestor once said." Mr. Dui Jing was silent for a while and then slowly spoke.
"The poor monk and the Holy Ancestor have never dealt with each other. When he taught, it went in with one ear and came out with the other. How do you want the poor monk to remember this?" The short-headed Buddha laughed, and the Buddha's light on his body gradually dimmed, and his face became pale. The pale color has faded a lot.
"…….."
No one else was qualified to hear the conversation between the two. No one would have expected that the god and Buddha in the West was also a disciple of the Holy Ancestor.
"No wonder I heard that the Holy Ancestor likes to discipline you the most. Fellow Taoist Qinglong once said that this is a preference, but you don't know what's good, and you chose to become the leader of the Western Buddhist Sect." Mr. Dui Jing shook his head.
"Haha, I don't know if he likes the poor monk. Anyway, the poor monk doesn't like him, and if the Buddha is there, the poor monk will not stay in the earth. As for being a monk, the poor monk thinks it is very good." The short-headed god Buddha shook his head and suddenly spoke seriously.
"According to what you said, the poor monk remembers that the Holy Ancestor once said that when the sky is crowned and the destiny is fulfilled, it is a destiny, and there is no way out."
"Yes, the Holy Ancestor did say so." Mr. Dui Jing nodded, looked at the inch-headed Buddha solemnly, and said.
The short-headed Buddha suddenly looked moved, looked at the old man suddenly, shook his head violently and said: "Impossible, if he is not the Immortal Lord, why are there such horrific scenes in the past, present and future? The poor monk has seen the past, and even looked at At the unspeakable time, you will kneel down and worship before him.”
"…….." Mr. Dui Jing was silent.
That was indeed what the Holy Ancestor said back then, but when he buried the gods and Buddhas in love and saw the past, present, and future that he shouldn't have seen, he encountered a huge backlash.
The Inch-headed Buddha is an existence at the second level of the Sky Realm, so it is impossible to misunderstand it.
"The words of the Holy Ancestor are naturally infallible. Otherwise, there would be no traces of taboos left in this world. However, if it is not the one in the legend, who is this person who is called the Immortal Lord by the Lord of the Netherworld? ?”
The Holy Ancestor once said that destiny is a fixed number, that is, a fixed fact that cannot be changed. And this fact is that they were buried together with Cang Mang. But the inch-headed Buddha said that he saw the scene behind the white-haired man, where the gods were bleeding, the four great beasts sang tragic songs, and he even saw the shadow of the Holy Ancestor, and even the unspeakable legends. Lost in the darkness.
If this wasn't the ancient Immortal Lord, who could it be?
"No matter who he is, his strength is terrifying. Don't provoke him unless necessary." Mr. Dui Jing shook his head. The strong man's goal was obviously in the tenth level. Perhaps he would fulfill the words of the Lord of the Netherworld. Man will break the barriers of the ten realms and let the legendary third heaven appear in the world.
At that time, the rules in the infinite world will be completely complete, the invasion of darkness can be driven away, and it will be possible to realize the destiny of a lifetime.
This is the ultimate form of Tao. Even if destiny determines destiny, it still cannot stop the steps of those top experts. Those people want to transcend in destiny and break this destiny.
This is the arrogance of a peerless strong man.
"No." The inch-headed Buddha shook his head, looking at the surging Luoshui River, which was constantly crushing the void, and said: "If you say that, then I want to verify this person's identity even more. If he is really If it is the Immortal Lord, then my method will have no effect on it."
The eyes of the short-headed Buddha shone brightly. His strength is indeed strong enough. Even if a taboo is born in this world, he dares to touch it. The backlash of time and effect is too serious and unbearable, but if he were in this world, he would be able to resolve it with full confidence.
"Are you crazy!" Upon hearing this, Mr. Dui Jing's eyes suddenly shrank, and he said hurriedly: "Don't act nonsense."
"A poor monk doesn't do anything he's not sure about." The inch-headed Buddha shook his head, smiled, and made the Buddha's knot mudra.
"Amitabha," Cuntou shouted lowly, and endless Buddha light bloomed from his body. The void around him began to twist in a trance, and a strange power began to cut off the long river called years.
Everything became blurred, and the figure of the inch-headed Buddha disappeared from the place.
"..." Mr. Duijing sighed, turned and left, to avoid this cause and effect.
For a moment, the world fell into silence again.
_____Mysterious Techniques of Gods and Buddhas
Bury all things, bury everything that can be buried in the world. Including, cause and effect, years!
In an instant, the surging waves that seemed to be capable of destroying everything suddenly calmed down and no longer made any waves.
The world began to blur, leaving only the sound of the calm flowing river.
The figure of the inch-headed Buddha appeared again, but this time, it was not standing at the previous place, but retreating a hundred feet backward.
This is where the Cuntou Buddha stood when he first appeared in the ancient city of Luoshui.
There were loud noises all around. It was a bit messy and hard to hear clearly, but you could tell that they were exclamations.
The world is getting blurry. Whether it is the ancient city of Luoshui, the river, or the powerful people inside and outside the ancient city, their bodies have become extremely blurry, like shadows under a broken candle.
In sharp contrast to this is the inch-headed Buddha standing above the ancient city.
He narrowed his eyes slightly and looked into the depths of Luoshui, where a sword cut open the passage leading to the ninth realm.
There, there was a divine sword stuck in it. At this moment, he was slowly breaking free from the mud and was held by a vague shadow in his hand.
"If someone is lower than the poor monk, this period of time will be buried here by the poor monk. Even his birth will be erased. From now on, this period of time will be missing from the world."
"This person's cultivation level is only higher than that of the poor monk, so he cannot be buried. But it doesn't matter. If he can influence a trace of the trajectory without encountering backlash, then the poor monk's guess will be verified. This person is definitely not the legendary one. The invincible one!"
"boom--"
Suddenly, the sky was filled with dark clouds and thunder.
The Inch-headed God Buddha has taken action, which will affect this past. This sword will no longer be cut out, or it will be cut to other places.
All this may not change the result of the strong man stepping into the passage, but because it buries the trajectory of the sword, it can delay its time.
For a time, dark clouds gathered, ghosts cried and wolves howled, and sutras from hell resounded through the sky.
The figure holding the sword seemed to have realized something. He turned his head slightly and looked at the inch-headed Buddha with a clear eye for an instant.
In an instant, a strange force became more powerful. Ripples visible to the naked eye continued to ripple on the surface of the shadow, and the sword in the shadow's hand seemed to tilt.
However, at this moment, the body of the inch-headed Buddha shook and he suddenly raised his head with a look of disbelief on his face.
The burial sutra suddenly stopped, and the sword in the hand of the shadow in the distance rang out. With a slight stroke towards the upper right, the long river of Luoshui broke apart layer by layer, and incomparable terrifying power continued to pour into the cracks in the void. , causing a major collapse.
Then, the fragments of this period of time were completely shattered in this roar!
This scene made the face of the short-headed Buddha look full of horror. There is some terrifying power that affects oneself from the outside world, forcing oneself out of the fragments of time.
When the Inch-headed Buddha came back to his senses, the whole heaven and earth were shaken by the earth and the mountains.
When he saw his surroundings clearly, he was stunned, as if he had seen a ghost, and could not believe the facts in front of him.
There were constant screams all around. Some people turned into streaks of light and fled from this place. However, they were directly hit by the million-foot-high Luoshui, making stars appear in their eyes, and fell heavily from the sky.
"Fellow Daoist Duijing..." The inch-headed Buddha took a deep breath and asked about all this.
It can be called earth-shaking.
The long river of Luoshui surged again, crushing every place. The terrifying power even penetrated the vast star fields one after another in the distance. Once the entire Luoshui River is suppressed, even the two Sky Realm experts may not be able to resist it. By then, the entire ancient city of Luoshui will collapse!
In just a few months, the Luoshui Changhe River has undergone changes one after another.
"The long river of Luoshui is shrinking." Faced with this shocking trend, Mr. Dui Jing, with clear light waves all over his body, wanted to move the ancient city outside the world.
"boom!"
There was a loud noise, and the river suddenly collapsed deep in the river. The seemingly endless Luoshui River, which no one had ever crossed before, disappeared without a trace.
“…”
For a moment, the world fell into silence, and everyone held their breath.
What happened?
Why...the Luoshui River will disappear!
"The long river... leads to the ninth realm..." The inch-headed Buddha took a deep breath.
Without the long river of Luoshui, outside the ancient city, it has become an abyss with no bottom. But with the sight of all the powerful people, they can still see it.
The last drop of water from the Luoshui River seeped into the cave entrance shrouded in darkness.
