The great robber of all worlds

The sky is high and difficult to ask, the earth is far and hard to reach, the faint clouds and the vast sea and mountains have been unfathomable since ancient times, and they have been high and difficult to ask since ancient times.

Bo Xun grows lotuses every step of the way, his clothes are flying, and he almost has the tendency to go home by the wind. In this place of shortcuts, he also has a very strong sense of existence, as if other places of shortcuts are squeezed here, blending with each other. And conflict, there is a sense of contradiction.

He went towards the land shrouded in light, and saw a huge tree with swaying branches and leaves that could not be described in color, standing in nothingness, with endless stretches underneath, and endless branches, as if supporting this fairyland .

Each branch and leaf forms its own world, each with its own color, which is the condensation of different illusory avenues, and the top is hazy, like turning into chaos.

"Jianmu also maintains the existence of this era. If it collapses, it will accelerate the end of the era."

Bo Xun's eyes were turning against the swastika, and he seemed to be quite interested in swallowing it. It would be very good to think about it, turning it into a big thunder-sounding tree, spreading the voices of all Buddhas.

With His coming, stepping here, as if touching something, leaves of various colors on the building trees flew out one after another, revolving around Him, touching the years, and the waves rose up, as if rolling across the vast ocean of the sky.

Whoa!

The sound of the long river resounds, all kinds of mysteries sprout in the short-cut place, the Buddha's light shines all over, and resonates with Bo Xun, faintly outlines the compassionate face of a Zhangliu monk, going back to the past, and changing to the most important node here.

Scenes from the past unfolded. He saw the heavens fall, and God Xuantian lifted up an ancient seal. It was like the epitome of the Nine Heavens, and also like the condensation of the universe of the myriad worlds. It was the embodiment of Tao and the embodiment of order. source.

"The authority of the heavens, the seal of heaven, will be useful in the future."

Bo Xun's heart moved secretly, he raised his hand and swung it, and the dark red Buddhist beads changed into infinite reverse swastika characters and rushed into the scene, leaving behind anchor points and the power of interference.

It will be an important opportunity to compete for power in the fairy world in the future.

He moved forward again, followed the power of the remnants of the past to the node of the Jianmu fruit competition, participated in this battle in the form of a Buddha, and came through the misty clear light after Yuanshi Tianzun woke up, protruding a light golden hold it in the palm of your hand.

"Jianmu fruit." He merged with the Buddha at that time, deeply perceiving this fruit, as if it contained all colors, rules, principles, all possibilities, and all patterns. All opposite concepts and descriptions are here from a higher level. The levels are perfectly integrated.

"The fruit of the Dao is not fake." At this time, the monk who was six feet tall, with a yellow and thin face and eyes full of compassion, spoke, like Bo Xun's voice, and also like the voice of Buddha, mixed with a little exclamation and a little bit of vicissitudes.

Because of this, he felt it up close, and even realized part of the mysteries of the Jianmu fruit, the mysteries within the scope of his understanding, the real core, and the miraculousness that jumped out of it, but he couldn't understand it, after all, he didn't really eat the fruit.

In an instant, Bo Xun's eyes were full of glass, and the heavens and myriad worlds, the nine hells, and the shortcuts everywhere were hidden in them. He squeezed the seals of the palm of God and the palm of his hand, and melted away his own earth, fire, feng shui, and the four elements were all empty, as if they did not exist in the world. This world is normal.

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At the same time, Li Yu, who was sitting cross-legged at the root of time, also opened his eyes, reflecting the scenes of the uppermost layer of the Nine Heavens, the origin of life and death, the Purgatory of the Nine Serenity, and the ancient Thunder Pond.

"All the actions have been completed, and the changes are gone. The rest is enough to deal with, and the general trend is unstoppable."

His figure was gradually hazy and pale, as if he had collapsed into the point of the one, and the body of the emperor gradually split out, exuding the meaning of the oldest person, dressed in a black robe, with his hair tied up casually, tall and straight, with a double The pupils reflect the heavens and the world, and the hair looks like a king.

The totem of the mirror of paradox is bright, and Li Yu's body reappears from the collapsed point, including the existing and the unexisting, right and wrong, and differentiates this body with a force that goes against logic, which is also conducive to the subsequent reduction and emptiness.

It's just that at the moment his aura has weakened, leaving only the meaning of offering sacrifices to Dao and Wuji Taiyi, but it is also boundless.

"When we go back this time, everything should be settled."

Li Yu's gaze was deep and bottomless, and when the fairy lotus in the true spirit shook, an invisible vortex immediately enveloped him, engulfed him, and sent him out of this world.

At this moment, a piece of information flow that was self-contained and beyond common sense and cognition emerged in an understandable way. Although it could not interfere with Xianlian, it also initiated communication and was successfully perceived.

"Dao Zun?"

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The current node is stable and peaceful.

Even the Luojiao, the demons, and the Yaozu have no other news. They all understand what it means for humanity to rule the sky and great achievements through the ages.

In the territory of Dazhou, a new calendar was promulgated by the Empress Dominion of the Human Dao, and it was recorded in the Renhuang Calendar.

It has been ten years since the Dharma Bodies returned. In the twelfth year of the Human Emperor's Calendar, Meng Qi stepped into the peak of the Earth Immortal. Arriving at the Yaochi where the Golden Mother is, the second is the influence of the characteristics of the highest level of the Nine Heavens, the place of shortcuts.

The last three floors will obviously be the most complicated places to govern.

During this period of time, Gao Lan's penance has never fallen. With the help of the fragments of the Eastern Emperor Bell, he clearly and directly felt the erosion of the long river of time, and completed the first condition for breaking through the good fortune.

Another two years passed, and the Wang family changed. Wang Siyuan wanted to become a dharma body, but he clashed with the hidden veins of the Wang family, involving ghosts and gods, the true spirit map and Luoshu, and involving Emperor Fengdu and the underworld.

Xiao Meng was well-prepared, and had already secretly asked Gao Lan to take action, so when the picture book appeared in the world, the Emperor's Sword fell from the sky, and directly pierced through the monster of heaven transformed by the first ancestor of the Wang family.

"Human Sovereign, you have to get involved in this matter!"

The sound of Emperor Fengdu's voice sounded, and the power of His descent had reached a terrifying level, almost comparable to good fortune, so he did not retreat after seeing the Human Emperor's sword descend.

A picture scroll is flying, and you can see Jiuyou in it, see the hazy and dreamy underworld, and record the names of gods and spirits, you can use this to accommodate authority, seal ghosts and gods, increase the power of Fengtiantai, and make it connect to the sky faster hair quickly.

"If you rule the king and make troubles, you are provoking me. You have entered the imperial court arbitrarily, and you dare to ask questions, how brave you are!"

Gao Lan snorted coldly, his real body descended suddenly, he grasped the Human Emperor's sword and slashed down, smashing the dark vortex linking the underworld, and a large illusory sea of ​​bitterness washed out, covering the power revealed by Emperor Fengdu.

At this moment, Wang Siyuan also seized the opportunity, abruptly gave up on Luoshu, and turned into a fleeing Yicheng dharma body.

For a moment, the two figures danced across the sky, making Emperor Fengdu's desire to seize each other even more urgent.

Unexpectedly, instead of escaping, Luoshu turned back and threw himself directly into Gao Lan's arms, as if feeling something, the imprint left by Bo Xun in Neri revived, and directly merged with Hetu, turning into a peerless god on the other side soldier.

Hetu Luoshu, combine two into one!

"Why is the river map in your hands?" Emperor Fengdu was surprised, isn't this object in the hands of Emperor Fu?How did it get into the emperor's pocket? Could it be related to the original back to the ancient times?

The sea of ​​bitterness in the sword light rolled infinitely, offsetting all the strange powers around him, and retreated backwards after the impact, and also felt that the other party was just before the pass of good fortune, and seemed to be stepping into the ranks of great supernatural beings soon.

"What to do with you.

This picture is also related to me. "Gao Lan didn't stop moving, and he also grabbed the map of ghosts and gods with the other hand. How could he only take Luoshu in this step?

"Human Emperor! If you have the heart to annex the three worlds, you even have the heart to occupy the underworld!" Emperor Fengdu's thoughts suddenly turned cold, and his palm fingers were pressed down like black gold. Lingtu.

Xiao Meng rolled his eyes, took out the tree of the avenue and took root in the vortex formed by the underworld, trying to devour the foundation of its existence.

The entire dream vortex shook violently, and it became weaker and weaker, as if it was about to collapse.

"Is it?" Emperor Fengdu sighed lightly, obviously recognized the origin of this tree, and struck hard with Renhuang's sword, swayed back, and grabbed the tree of the avenue, unexpectedly abandoning the map of ghosts and gods and true spirits. Luoshu.

"Go back to the underworld!" Gao Lan scolded coldly, the lamp of heaven and man appeared between the eyebrows, black and white intertwined to deduce the origin of life and death, and the red gold wick turned into the way of heaven and man, this illusory avenue symbolizes the union with the human emperor sword, bursting out infinite light in an instant .

The phantom of the Nine Heavens roared, and the territory of the Great Zhou resonated, as if the entire dynasty had condensed, slashing through with a single sword, and the picture of the splendid mountains and rivers was also presented.

A dark fire flared up in Fengdu's heart, but there was nothing he could do. He couldn't forcefully shake the real world and cause his aura to be affected, so he could only resist this sword forcefully. The bloody flying sword exploded his entire palm and fingers, and even his thoughts were swept away. Into the vortex, return to the underworld.

Gao Lan stepped down, Hetu Luoshu flew out, sprinkled countless hexagrams and black and white light spots, completely sealed off this passage, and reversed it to connect to other areas.

"Since the past dynasties, the second brand in Luo Shu has actually been related to the Emperor." Wang Siyuan, who had obtained Yi Dao's real body, murmured, thinking in his heart.

At the beginning, he always believed that the second imprint was left by Ananda, because the energy he felt in it was very similar to what he felt in the back mountain of Shaolin Temple.

But now it seems that there is something else hidden inside.

As for Luoshu and the true spirit map of ghosts and gods, they didn't belong to the Wang family, and he gave it up by himself. Naturally, he wouldn't say anything after being taken away by the emperor.

Gao Lan returned with the picture of ghosts and gods, and integrated it into Fengtiantai. The power suddenly increased, and all the symbols of theocracy shone, as if revived.

It is indeed difficult to connect the Yaochi of the third heaven, but with the help of Zhenlingtu, they crossed it and connected to the second heaven first, leaving only the Yaochi and the uppermost shortcut that failed to merge.

This also benefited him, the aura of nature grew stronger again, and the meaning of the way of heaven in the lamp of heaven and man became more and more extensive.

Another four years have passed, eighteen years of the Renhuang calendar, Gao Lan entered the Renhuang sword, and quietly endured the wash of the illusory sea of ​​​​suffering to strengthen his feelings. The sea of ​​​​suffering is also a part of all living beings in the world. He also has Ambition is to condense the sea of ​​bitterness into a short-cut object and turn it into a symbol.

It was also in this year that Meng Qi became a celestial being, and entered the Demon Emperor's Palace when he passed by Haiyan, and confronted the Overlord, greatly improving his strength.

In the [-]st year of the Human Emperor's Calendar, the vacuum homeland fluctuated endlessly, reverberating and echoing in every corner, and another angel returned, but the three who fell from the sky before did not return, as if even the inanimate mother could hardly interfere .

One of the most expansive breaths also showed signs of returning, driving the sound of the sea of ​​bitterness washing away.

On this day, Meng Qi embarked on the road of self-proving legends, thinking hard about why I am the only one in the world. Attempt to gain insight.

Three months later, Gao Lan walked out of the Human Emperor Sword and entered the origin of life and death, not only because of the cover of the shortcut, but also because breaking through good luck can melt more authority and power here, and even truly control it. benefit.

At this moment, even though he is in the concept of life and death, he can still feel the erosion of the sea of ​​suffering and the involuntary feeling of being in it. The opportunity for good fortune has arrived, but he is not in a hurry to break through, but sits quietly think about it.

He wants to seek the sea of ​​suffering, and condenses it into an illusory symbol. It is connected with humanity and complements each other. It is an important thing. Since ancient times, no one has condensed this symbol, which is enough to explain its difficulty.

There are no fools with great supernatural powers, how could they put away their strength and benefits?The only reason that might hinder them is the difficulty, which is almost impossible.

Because even if it is good luck, you are still in the sea of ​​suffering, and you can't break free, so how can you understand and control it?
Only the other shore can gain insight and understanding, but at their level, the path is already determined, and it is useless to condense it. It is not as good as the path of one's own body, so there is no solution.

But it is different for him, because although he is not the other shore, his real body is, even Bo Xun is, and this is the opportunity to break the shackles.

At this moment, the aura of nature resonated, and the human emperor sitting cross-legged at the root of time at that time opened his double pupils, which reflected the sea of ​​mortals and bitterness, rolling and surging, turning into a mottled water wave and falling.

Bo Xun sitting cross-legged on the uppermost layer of the Jiuchongtian also has glazed eyes, points a finger down, and expounds the sea of ​​suffering of the five aggregates.

Two completely different seas of bitterness fall, resonating with the sea of ​​bitterness of "the rise of the human race, the rise of the struggle with gods and monsters" in the Human Emperor's Sword.

The interweaving of the three seas of bitterness gave Gao Lan an epiphany, and the lanterns of heaven and man ignited the lights of thousands of families, causing ripples and waves to spread around him, and the sea of ​​bitterness that merged with his cognition and the three other powers was born.

In it, the world of mortals is rolling, the five aggregates are empty, and the rise of the human race flashes one by one, and finally condenses into a sinking sea of ​​suffering that cannot be detached, enlightened, progressed, and moved forward. The world of mortals is also the human way, and it is also the impermanence of the five aggregates.

"Reincarnation in the house of fire, drowning in the sea of ​​suffering, stubborn all night long, can't be changed in the end."

Gao Lan sighed faintly, and the billowing bitter sea suddenly materialized, mottled and colorful, and countless blood flowed in it. All beings were distressed, and one face after another was condensed, full of sorrow and distress, with all kinds of shapes and changes. indefinite.

The sea of ​​bitterness symbolizes the present world, full of meanings of uncertainty, impermanence, depression and sinking. This is the second illusory avenue symbol condensed by him.

The ways of humanity, life and death, the way of heaven, and the sea of ​​bitterness, the dead rotate indefinitely and complement each other. Lifting Gao Lan up, it seems like a feathered flying fairy, ascending to the infinite.

"Killing the wind and fire to burn evil curses, and the waves of bitterness will shake the boat."

Gao Lan chanted, stepping on the original concept in the origin of life and death, resonating and vibrating, constantly mixing and devouring.

There is a real sea of ​​suffering emerging all around, and the illusory avenue and symbols support him, slowly rising, breaking away from the sea of ​​suffering full of erosion and sinking, detached from it, and no longer a suffering person.

The waves are boundless, the edge is hard to see, and the wind is high and strong. Only the colorful sea of ​​blood composed of black and white lamps and countless painful faces lifts Him up and walks smoothly.

There is no end to the sea of ​​hardships to make a boat!
At the same time, the real world was thundered across the sky, and the Nine Heavens resonated sympathetically, manifesting the phantom of the fairy world.

Meng Qi ascended to the sky, proving the legend by himself; the first vision, the fairyland turned into the sky.

At the end of life and death, good fortune is obtained, and the real world proves the legend.

Just right, just right.