On top of Lingshan Mountain.
Yang Jian didn't know what state he was in now. At this moment, his consciousness was completely immersed in the soul. The soul communicated and touched the dark road and constantly understood the truth of the devil.
His soul used the three treasures of the demonic path to create some kind of connection with the mysterious demonic path, and the resonance of the avenue echoed in his soul.
The sound of the Dao echoed, and the power of the supreme demonic path was born in Yang Jian's Yuanshen, and it continued to rise in the dark. Soon, the realm of the Hunyuan Golden Immortal could no longer accommodate Yang Jian's demonic path at this moment.
He found that he had to go one step further and reach Hunyuan Daluo Jinxian in order to continue to accommodate him.
Hunyuan Daluo Jinxian, there is another name in the ancient times.
saint!
Because only by attaining enlightenment and becoming a saint, and gaining the approval of Heaven, can one enter this realm.
Otherwise, just like the ancestor of Styx, even if he has a profound foundation and creates the Asura clan and the Asura sect, he will not be able to break through to the peak of Hunyuan.
Has he finally reached this point?
Yang Jian felt the demonic cultivation in his body, looked up into the sky, and felt the vibrations in the destiny of heaven.
Since the beginning of the world, the peak of Hunyuan has fallen one after another, but there are only six saints.
He knew that this position was the bottleneck that restricted his cultivation.
But he has also known for a long time what a saint is.
The king once said.
Saints, ministers of heaven, and prisoners guarding the ancient times.
He is a great merchant general, how could he become a minister of heaven?
Yang Jian holds the God-killing Spear and stares at the fate of heaven. He does not believe that only by becoming a saint in the ancient world can he realize the Daluo of Hunyuan.
He knew it when the gods and demons invaded.
There is a stronger existence above Hunyuan Daluo.
Yang Jian glanced at Chao Ge and found that Zi Shou had not sent out any orders, so he immediately calmed down.
The king said nothing, which meant that he was unscrupulous.
Today, he wants to try to become a saint and realize the Hunyuan Daluo!
Yang Jian swallowed a mouthful of heaven and earth spiritual energy.
Vaguely, a great river flashing with countless causal red lights appeared above the nine heavens.
This mysterious river is the river of destiny.
The long river of destiny is manifested. In the midst of the waves, countless demon seal scripts stretch out the rhyme of the demonic path for hundreds of millions of miles. The big waves wash away all the changes in cause and effect, and slowly condense and form a pitch-black Dao fruit.
All the gods and gods held their breaths at this moment, not wanting to miss any detail.
However, just when Yang Jian's momentum, soul, and the laws of magic reached the final limit, and the dark Dao Fruit in the river of destiny was about to be fully formed, a loud noise suddenly exploded in the river of destiny.
The sound of the magic path exploded into pieces, and the dark magic path fruit instantly turned into countless fragments of the magic path and scattered.
Wow!
In the long river of destiny, the shackles of heaven turned into countless rune chains, overwhelming the entire river of destiny, disrupting all cause and effect, and completely shattering Yang Jian's demonic fruit.
In an instant.
The entire river of destiny became like a furnace of bursts of red light.
The saints in the heavens withdrew their eyes from the human world and looked at the river of destiny.
On Jin'ao Island.
Tongtian suddenly rose, a pair of sword eyebrows stood up, his gaze cut through time and space like the blade of a sword, and a sword intent powerful enough to completely shatter the shackles of heaven in the clear sky was condensed on his fingertips.
Tongtian watched the fateful river quickly regain its tranquility, and the shattered Demonic Dao Fruit never appeared again. He said calmly: "Sure enough, Heaven does not allow another Hunyuan Daluo to appear in the prehistoric times, especially one who is protected by the fate of the world. Hunyuan Daluo."
"The gods and demons have already put their hands in, and they are still so stubborn."
He raised his hand, and the sword intent between his fingers that had been condensed to the limit exuded a terrifying aura. Just this aura could tear apart time and space and penetrate a void.
However, Tongtian did not strike out with the sword, but dispersed the sword intent with a flick of his fingertips.
Taking action at this time can no longer change the result that Yang Jian's Hunyuan Daluo Golden Immortal Dao Fruit has dissipated.
Tongtian dispersed the sword intention between his fingers, but at the same time as the sword intention dispersed, the entire Heavenly Dao shackles of Qingtian shook, and hundreds of Heavenly Dao chains were chopped into powder.
The shackles of heaven in the Shangqing sky were cut off by another three points.
The Holy Mother of the Golden Spirit took a step forward and said, "Master, why does Heaven want to prevent Yang Jian from becoming a saint?"
Tongtian said: "What is stopped by the will of heaven is not a saint, but a Hunyuan Daluo Golden Immortal."
"We, the saints, were given the holy status by the Taoist ancestors. We are clothed with the destiny of heaven, and we dominate the people on behalf of the herdsmen. At the same time, we are also controlled by the heaven."
"Yang Jian understood the laws of magic under the World Tree, and under the protection of human destiny, he was not shackles of heaven."
"How could the will of heaven allow such a being to appear?"
"After all, Hunyuan Daluo is not just about improving his strength. Practitioners at this level can jump out of the river of destiny."
The Holy Mother of Jinling and the immortals of Jiejiao showed shocked expressions.
They already knew the secrets of the way of heaven, and knew that above the Taoist ancestors there was Pangu's will to control the way of heaven, but they once thought that although the way of heaven condensed by the rules of the way was ruthless, it was at least fair and equal.
Now it seems that the so-called fairness and equality under the law can be divided into three levels.
The way of heaven does not take action against sentient beings, because what sentient beings do is not qualified to threaten the way of heaven and does not touch the boundaries of the rules.
Once the actions of sentient beings threaten the rules, the shackles of heaven will immediately appear.
but……
Why does Heaven set up shackles to prevent any living being from being promoted to Hunyuan Da Luo Jinxian?
Jin Ling suppressed the turmoil in Tao's heart, shook his head slightly, and said: "Master, is it impossible to break through the shackles of the way of heaven? Isn't it a good thing for the ancient world that the creatures in the ancient world become stronger?"
She knew very well that a saint could not go against the will of heaven, and even the master could only protect the human race within the scope allowed by heaven, intercept a piece of heaven's secret and pass it on to all living beings.
But this cannot go against heaven.
Tongtian raised his head and looked somewhere in the dark, and murmured: "The shackles of heaven are not unbreakable, but once the shackles of heaven are completely cut off, it will jump out of the destiny and become a variable."
"Today's Heavenly Dao is just a dead thing formed by the will of Father God fused with countless laws of the Great Dao. It is a dead thing formed by the condensed rules of heaven and earth."
"In his view, creatures that jump out of the river of destiny will only bring crisis to the prehistoric world."
"Once upon a time, the body of Heavenly Dao that Dao Ancestor chopped off was the most determined guardian of this Dao. But I didn't expect... that he would also have changes and expose the prehistoric Dao sign."
The Holy Mother of the Golden Spirit was speechless upon hearing this.
The shackles of heaven are not unbreakable, but the consequences of breaking the shackles of heaven are unimaginable.
For Honghuang, variables will only bring crisis.
However, the ancient road signs have been exposed. Is it still useful to stick to the old rules?
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The west.
The pure land of bliss.
Jieyin Zhunti looked indifferently in the direction of Lingshan. He was not surprised at all that Yang Jian failed to be promoted to Hunyuan Daluo Jinxian.
The Buddha's light around Zhunti's body changed, manifesting the forty-eight major transformations of the Great Way. He looked at Yang Jian and said calmly: "The destiny of heaven cannot be violated. Even if Yang Jian is in the fate of the world, he cannot violate the destiny of heaven."
A sneer curled up at the corner of his mouth.
The destiny of the human world is indeed extremely powerful now, but the human way is still under the way of heaven.
Yang Jian's failure proved that destiny cannot be violated.
The great prosperity of Buddhism is destiny, the destiny he sees in the destiny of heaven.
He looked at Jieyin and said in a calm voice: "Senior brother, now that the Buddhist scripture collector has been destroyed, and the Buddhist scripture collector can no longer be found in the world, what should we do?"
Even so, he did not look discouraged, and instead had a confident smile on his lips.
Jie Yin raised his eyelids, and the Buddha's light all over his body was filled with peace and harmony. He smiled slightly and said, "The death of Buddhist scripture collectors is only a temporary matter, so there is no need to rush for it."
"As long as the Taoist dies in front of Kunlun Mountain, then the balance between Buddhism and Emperor Xin will only be restored."
Zhunti nodded.
The Two Saints of the West are never afraid of any failure. As long as they are still sitting on the holy throne, as long as they are still in charge of the path of enlightenment, and as long as Buddhism is immortal, there will always be a time for success.
So what if you fail a thousand times or ten thousand times?
As long as there is one success, Buddhism will flourish.
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world.
In the human temple.
Zi Shou looked at the chain of rules that were slowly returning to the fate of heaven, and said calmly: "You want to arrange the fate of everything and prevent all variables that can escape the fate. In peacetime, it is a good thing. But now the prehistoric period has been exposed. Variables are no longer crises, but opportunities. The destiny you control is already the shackles that imprison the ancient world."
"Since you are just a will and have no consciousness, you cannot be the master of Pangu. Today, I will make the decision for Pangu."
"This world and all living beings here will break their shackles on the day when the prehistoric world appears."
After saying that, he withdrew his gaze, looked at Nezha in the palace, and said: "Nezha, go to Yuanjue Tian, listen to orders in front of Kong Xuan's tent, and be the vanguard of the conquering heavenly army."
"Everyone, let's start conquering the sky."
When Nezha saw Yang Jian fighting in the West, he could no longer hold back. If he hadn't received the king's order, he would have gone to the West long ago.
Now that he finally got the royal order from Zi Shou, he was immediately overjoyed, clasped his fists and saluted, saying: "I accept the order."
Say it.
Nezha carried the real fire spear and stepped on the hot wheel and went to Yuan Jue Tian.
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The top of Lingshan Mountain.
Yang Jian took back the three magic treasures and calmed down the restless demonic energy in his chest.
Although he failed in promotion this time, he didn't take it to heart.
The devil keeps moving forward, and a small failure is not enough to shake his devilish heart.
Yang Jian exhaled the last breath of air in his chest and recovered as before. Then he looked at Wutian and said, "Fellow Taoist, Yang wants to change Lingshan Mountain into Mofo Mountain. Does Taoist friend intend to sit in Mofo Mountain?"
Wutian had no intention of rejecting him and said with a smile, "That's exactly what I meant."
Say it.
He landed on the Lingshan Mountain, and with a wave of his hand, he restored all the collapsed damage to the Lingshan Mountain. He exhaled and said, "Today, I Wutian will establish Demonic Buddhism in the Demonic Buddha Mountain to guard the human world in the West."
The words fell.
The Buddha's light on Lingshan retreated in an instant, leaving only the demonic path flowing and turning into Demonic Buddha Mountain. All the demonized demonic kingdoms and Demonic Buddha Mountain merged into one.
Hundreds of millions of demons recite demonic scriptures in the demon kingdom, and the demonic sound echoes throughout the nine heavens and the ten earths. On the Demon Buddha Mountain, the immeasurable demonic energy rolls up and echoes in the distance from the Ten Thousand Demon Mountains.
Subsequently, the fate of the world also fell, shrouding Mofo Mountain.
Mofo Mountain.
Wutian stood on the top of the mountain, and with a wave of his hand, he restored all the collapsed palaces and temples to their original state. When he walked through every part of Mofo Mountain, those demonized demon kingdoms integrated into Mofo Mountain and repaired the broken mountains.
Countless demon disciples came out of the demon kingdom and merged with everything in the mountain.
Or it can turn into a magical horse, a magical flower or a magical grass; or it can turn into a magical bird or beast.
The Buddhist disciples of Buddhism are all transformed from residual souls, without any spiritual wisdom at all. Their only function is to become the fuel for the path to salvation.
Wutian didn't bother to use such methods at all. He walked through every demon kingdom and imprisoned and released the demons inside.
Because all demon disciples are fragments of remnant souls, they cannot enter even reincarnation.
So Wutian used the laws of magic to integrate these demon disciples with all creatures and spirits in the mountain.
Subsequently, the demonic seal script rose from Wutian, enveloped the Demonic Buddha Mountain, manifested a demonic Buddha statue, and sprinkled thousands of demonic rains. Countless demonic lotuses appeared from the void, the demonic mist transpired, and the demonic clouds illuminated the mountains with their light.
There are bursts of magic sounds, beautiful girls dance, and the stars in the sky rotate and shine, shedding billions of stars.
When the spiritual energy was filled, everything in Mofo Mountain flourished, and everything that was destroyed in the battle was quickly restored.
In the blink of an eye, huge trees stood in the mountains, and the peaks rose lushly.
All things that have just merged with the demons have opened their spiritual wisdom and transformed into one!
At this moment, these hundreds of millions of creatures can be regarded as true demon disciples.
Hundreds of millions of demons bowed down to Wutian, calling him Demon Buddha, and thanking him for his gifts.
After Wutian finished all this, he returned to the top of Mofo Mountain.
As he walked towards the top of the mountain, a Demon Buddha Palace rose from the ground, establishing the foundation of Demon Buddhism.
Seeing this scene, Yang Jian smiled slightly at Wutian, and then returned to the Ten Thousand Demons Palace in Ten Thousand Demons Mountain.
So far, above the western soil.
The Demon Sect, Demon Buddhism, and Pure Land Sect formed a three-sided attack on Buddhism, and half of the Western Land has completely fallen into the human world.
The destiny of the world is like the tide of the four seas, spreading towards the west.
The gods and gods stared at Xi Tu's changes in stunned silence, and it was not until this moment that they took a deep breath.
Since the birth of the World Tree, seven enlightened beings in the world have begun to comprehend the laws of the Great Dao under the tree, and one thing after another has happened one after another.
In less than two days, the changes in the nine heavens and ten earth were greater than those in the previous thousand years.
After the gods and gods were silent for a long time, someone finally spoke up and said: "Everyone, Buddhism has completely lost the possibility of finding Buddhist scripture seekers. Even Lingshan has been lost. What will they do in the future?"
Countless eyes are all turned to the Kingdom of Gaia.
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The Kingdom of Gaia.
Da Leiyin Temple.
Medicine Master Tathagata, Lantern Ancient Buddha, and Maitreya Buddha are sitting in the main hall, and the endless Buddha light sweeps through the hearts of all Buddhas and Bodhisattvas.
In the main hall, there are bursts of Sanskrit sounds and a strange fragrance.
The hearts of Buddhas and Bodhisattvas who are either covered in dust or have cracks slowly recover under the healing power of salvation.
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Medicine Master Tathagata holds the Seven Treasures Wonderful Tree, and sprinkles golden rain and birds, mist hangs horizontally, and thousands of golden flowers float down. The halo is charming and sprinkles all over the Great Leiyin Temple.
Under the blessing of the saint's supreme treasure, the last shadow in the hearts of Buddhas and Bodhisattvas dissipated.
In the huge Mahavira Hall, peace returned and the sound of chanting came up again.
Only then did Maitreya Buddha raise his head and said to Medicine Master Tathagata: "Buddha, does the saint have any instructions?"
The Lingshan Mountain was destroyed, and the great thunder had to descend to the Kingdom of Gaia.
What's more important is that no one can find any Buddhist scripture seekers in the world.
In this way, how can we continue the plan of traveling to the West to learn from the Buddhist scriptures?
Medicine Master Tathagata held the flowers solemnly, and the glazed Buddha light around him was clear and bright. He lowered his eyes and said: "The saint will make arrangements for himself. We Buddhist disciples can just wait with peace of mind."
After hearing the words, the Buddhas and Bodhisattvas nodded one after another and no longer worried about the journey to the west. They just proclaimed the Buddha's name and repaired the Great Leiyin Temple with a firm Buddha heart, while maintaining the stability of Buddhism's destiny.
at the same time.
The pure land of bliss.
Under the Rudraksha tree, Jie Yin Zhun sat down and down, his body surrounded by golden light, dazzling and boundless, and the wonderful sound of the great avenue floated in the sky and the vast world.
In the pure land, countless temple bells are ringing.
Hundreds of millions of Buddhist disciples bow to the Buddha and recite sutras in unison.
Paintings based on scriptures paint the wonders of heaven and earth.
The avenue is shining, and there are the Buddha's seven treasures: gold, silver, spiritual jade, glass, emerald, pearl, and agate. The pearly treasures appear in the path, and the golden light sweeps through the void, and everyone in the world is illuminated.
The two saints are surrounded by dense Buddha light. In the mist of light, the Buddha's light transforms the heavens, breaks through time and space, and points directly to the long river of destiny.
Watch the swaying movements of all the living beings on this shore.
Watch the flowers blooming on the other side of the river.
Two Buddha shadows lie across the river of fate, sorting out all cause and effect and deducing changes.
After a long time.
Jie Yin Zhunti opened his eyes at the same time, and the cause and effect flowed in the Buddha's eyes. Wherever he looked, a world evolved, deducing ninety-nine and eighty-one difficult changes.
"Junior brother, instead of consuming our strength in every difficulty, we should stay united and accumulate strength for the last difficulty before Kunlun Mountain."
Zhunti nodded, that was all he could do until now, and his brows immediately relaxed.
He looked towards the Great Leiyin Temple, and a saint's decree came down and said:
"Disciples, listen to your orders."
"Buddhism will be in retreat starting today!"
At random, a Buddhist verse fell in the sky above the Kingdom of God, shining with golden light.
"Close the temple door tightly and quietly recite three thousand volumes of Buddhist scriptures. Throw yourself into the Eastern Land, where the dead souls will be buried under the sword of the Immortal Killer."
The gods and gods were stunned.
Why are these words so familiar?
