The man raised his hand and lifted up the entire continent again. The majestic half-length of the statue looked down in all directions.
All are silent.
As the man lifted the continent above the clouds, the heavy rain continued to pour down, and the icy cold air began to spread. The black tide surged, and the shadows gathered around and began their hunting.
The owner of the Paradise Tree fell into the sea, and people with strong senses could even hear the chewing sound coming from the direction of the Peng bird's fall.
He collapsed and was about to kneel down, but was lifted up by a powerful hand.
An old man over fifty years old, wearing a golden and red cassock. He raised his head under the heavy rain, and behind his head was a golden corona. The old man was clearly walking in the violent rainstorm, but there was no moisture in the cassock. The rain had not yet fallen on the old man.
Automatically avoid when.
"Donor, please stay." He said, facing the black sky, looking directly at the huge statue through the clouds.
At the same time, on the other side, in the sea area where the Peng bird fell, emerald light flashed, and thousands of eyes opened in the sky. These eyes were arranged in a fan shape. Under the heavy rain, people could clearly see the bird with its wings spread under the rain curtain.
Giant shadow.
The giant shadow soared into the sky and finally stopped on the mountains. The light pierced the darkness and brought warmth to the land.
There were people chanting Buddhist sutras in unison in the void, and the sound of chanting was endless, resounding throughout the world. Those eye-like patterns were rotating, and there was a Buddha statue sitting in each "eye". These usually closed eyes of the Buddha statues were opened at this moment.
Open your eyes and chant sutras. It turns out that the sound of chanting sutras that drowns the world comes from here.
Tail feathers from King Daming!
One of the emerald green feathers holds a sleeping woman in golden robe.
There was a terrible scar on her abdomen, and life was flowing out of this wound crazily. King Peacock Ming lowered his head slightly and carefully put the woman down. The moment after he put the woman down, thousands of eyes behind King Peacock Ming widened.
The Buddha statue among them raised his head, clasped his hands, and glared at the Vajra!
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The peaks of the Himalayas are covered with heavy snow.
The few people living in this harsh environment know that the rainwater from the vast sea cannot fall here.
I pray that the Great God of Snow will always bless this place and that all evil will not get involved.
The black rain, symbolizing death and destruction, condensed into ice crystals and turned into snow one after another.
"Wouldn't black rain still be white when it turns into snow?" At the top, a white lotus danced lightly, with a female figure sitting sideways in the stamens. Only the long hair that covered the floor could be seen, and the rest could not be seen clearly.
"Feng, do you feel it?" She turned her head and looked at the divine bird standing next to her.
Purer than snow, colder than the cold wind.
"They are here, as promised."
"This is not a promise." Bingfeng sneered, "In a hundred years, the disaster that will happen a hundred years ago has been brought forward to the present. I can't think of any way to stop them."
"You can't say that." Lianhua's tone was still very soft.
"They are not themselves. As long as the Invincible Ones are not present in person, we all have a chance. The vast sea merges into Kyushu. At this critical point when Kyushu returns to Tianyuan, the power they can send here is much stronger than before.
A little bit. Even that one who can rule over a continent, convert all the creatures on the continent into pious people, and create a dharma for him in this world."
Lotus sighed, "This is not a cross-border Dharma. It is complete and complete. Even if it is a hypocritical appearance, the one who controls it is after all."
She said the name word for word, "Master Chunyang Fuyou."
"What a foul, my reason and wisdom come from the ancient mountains, and these mountains still remember this name even after so long. The unshakable ones can get this name because their power is enough to carry the unshakable.
But this one is called the Unshakable, probably because the most powerful name among our ancestors is this."
Bingfeng was silent.
She knew how powerful those ancestors who had been sleeping for thousands of years were, but she did not expect that Lianhua gave such a terrible evaluation to Chunyang Fuyou.
"Although the power brought by each resurrected ancestor is huge, it is still limited. The Chengmian people are consuming as much energy as they can until the ancestor's power is not enough to destroy the cornerstone of the present world. Feng, you
You know, in the far west, they lit the fire, the eternal flame, known as the power of dusk."
"You also know this?" Bingfeng was surprised.
She originally thought that the lotus flower was connected to the earth, and it was not easy to know about Yanguo and Tianzhu. But she actually knew about the far west, a place that even Bingfeng had never been to.
"Kyushu is sublimating. During this time, the changes in the earth's veins are very drastic. I am able to know many things that are usually inaccessible, such as the world tree in the far west and the new golden crown in the Taihang Mountains. In a sense,
, they are all my compatriots. But unfortunately, I know about 'twilight', which means I have lost that companion."
"That side." The shadow on the lotus pointed to the west, "They are dead. What a pity. The one-eyed man who often stands by the Rhine River masters another primitive method, which is enough to manipulate fate."
"Fixing with...fate?"
"Everything in the world is caused by cause and effect. He can visualize it and even touch it. But because of this, he has known the fate of himself and the land beneath him a long time ago. He often stands on the Rhine River, but
Just take a few more glances. Apart from himself, only my compatriot knows this. He will whisper under the tree. This is his only place to tell."
Bingfeng narrowed her eyes. This description reminded her of another creature.
There are also trees, and the same power that transcends common sense.
"So, what exactly is 'Dusk'?" she asked.
"A terrifying power." Lotus said, "As the one-eyed man plucked the string of fate for the last time, flames descended from the starry sky, giving him eternity. The gun nailed the ancestor's body, and they burned together in the sky.
Into the fire, along with the trees, the earth, and all the spirits.”
Bingfeng shivered violently.
"That land...is sinking?"
"To be precise, it was burned down. The same goes for Zu. I'm afraid he didn't expect that this land would activate such a taboo power. The taboo from the hidden era destroyed everything there. This is good news for us. It should have been
The ancestor who came from the west has lost his qualifications, and he can no longer bring down any power to interfere with Kyushu." Lianhua paused for a moment, raised his head, and there seemed to be a pair of exceptionally clear eyes staring at Bingfeng in his blurred facial features.
"And what you are about to face is more powerful than the ancestors who were destroyed in the dusk. The one from the west brought a bone statue, but Chunyang Fuyou created a Dharma body. Under the Chunyang sword, there are thousands of dead souls, many of them saints.
Or. Even if it is just a mere incarnation, it can be more than enough to kill all the living beings in Kyushu."
"Sooner or later he will come and pass through this place."
"Feng, if you don't stop him, he won't draw his sword. He cherishes his power very much. As for whether we live or die, he doesn't care at all."
"If I don't stop him, what are the chances of Nan Zhu winning?"
Lian Hua pondered for a moment, "The Ancient Kingdom of Tianzhu has consumed part of it. The Great Ming King and the Golden-winged Pengniao are the most powerful. If we compare the heyday of Chunyang Fuyou to ten, after Tianzhu arrives here, there will probably be eight left.
And to destroy the cornerstone of the Netherworld, he needs five."
"In other words, if I don't stop him, Nan Zhu will have to face San?"
"certainly."
Before Bingfeng spoke, Lianhua continued: "There is no doubt that he will die. What's more, it's actually eight, isn't it? He needs five to destroy the cornerstone, but it doesn't mean he only has that little power available."
"Should I stop him?"
"If you die, Nan Zhu will die too."
"What about me?" A voice suddenly came from the wind and snow, and a figure stepped through the wind and snow.
A dark and tall man, with three stars spinning in his eyes, stood there with a somewhat primitive aura.
Lianhua was stunned for a moment and then said: "There is a chance, but only a little."
"After all, you also have taboos, don't you? The Holy King of the Hundred Thousand Mountains."