The Buddha who paid homage to the World Honored One died.
After dying in Taixu, he sat down and passed away, and the holy road of the law of death became restless.
The underworld was in complete chaos. Impacted by the power of the law of death, the white mist became much thinner, strong winds blew, and huge waves were set off on the Forgotten River. But these impacts were within the scope of the giant branches and leaves.
It turns into a light breeze and can only shake the branches and leaves.
King Chakravartin stood under the tree, listening to the rustling wind above his head. The dark face under his crown was slightly lowered, and his eyes flickered, and dozens of pairs of eyes reflected the ever-changing scenes in the underworld.
Under the giant tree, four statues of gods sleep, and a moonlit river different from the Wangchuan River flows from under the giant tree into the distance.
According to the layout and planning of Red Dragon in the past, after the death of the Supreme Lord Buddha, the Holy Path of the Law of Death will crown him.
But at this moment, the red dragon disappeared in this time and space and disappeared without a trace.
And the Yamas who had lost their news came back again to take back their possessions in the underworld.
Since their birth, they have been the leaders of the underworld and the masters of the entire underworld. Perhaps in the oldest era, when the underworld was established, the Yamas were as careless as the rules, looking down at the eternal alternation of yin and yang with cold eyes. They held hands in their hands.
He holds the power of the cycle of all things in the universe and does not think that he exists only as a supplement to the underworld.
The strong wind symbolizing the wrath of Yama blew from all directions, howling furiously, and the twisted human faces in the wind could be vaguely seen.
The Wheel-turning King remained motionless, letting the strong wind blow up his robes.
"The red dragon seems to be sure that before he returns, there will be no new saints born in the law of death." After a gust of wind and fog hit Chakravartin King's cheeks, there was a figure on his shoulders, wearing a phoenix crown and a red veil.
Her lips were as red as blood. She put her hands into her sleeves and looked down at the underworld with King Chakravartin.
Ghost type.
The only ghost species in the underworld now.
The current King of Wheels is the sublime descendant of two imps, and is in charge of the seal of Yama and the book of life and death. This almost impossible process and result all come from the Dragon Lord of Nine Provinces. The Yamas who were defeated by the Dragon Lord only know this person.
His combat prowess is outstanding, and his strength can be regarded as the unbeatable leader, but the Chakravartin King who has truly come into contact with the Dragon Lord knows its true terror.
The power to rewrite certain established facts can force the two little ghosts to take over the wheel-turning king with the seal of Yama and the Book of Life and Death.
This kind of power is far more terrifying than its apparent strength.
"You haven't completely become a gear in the underworld yet. I know you still have some remaining consciousness. I'm bored just chatting." Ghost said.
"Ghost, you seem to be very familiar with the dragon king." After thinking for a long time, the wheel-turning king squeezed out a sentence. Even this question stemmed from the mystery of the red dragon. He wanted to know something about the red dragon.
"I'm not very familiar with him. He almost became my ex-boyfriend." Guili plucked his nails and said calmly, "No, if he agreed, he should still be my boyfriend now, not his ex. I heard that my ancestor and him
They are quite familiar with each other, and the agreement seems to be private and lifelong."
The ghost chatted casually, "In this way, the red dragon is like an ancestral treasure of our old Su family, and the eyes have been inherited."
The Wheel-turning King responded with silence.
"The restlessness among the Yamas is not entirely due to the death of the Supreme Lord Ksitigarbha, but the appearance of the fourth body of the Supreme Lord Ksitigarbha. If the red dragon is not here, he can only inherit the law of death." The ghost continued.
"World Honored Ksitigarbha." Chakravartin murmured, "I know Him."
"You just know it." The ghost said in a floating tone, "None of the Yamas have any idea about this guy. They only know of his existence because it is a bit more conspicuous to pay homage to the Buddha. The fourth person who has never appeared is the Ksitigarbha.
My body, oh oh yo, I don’t know if it’s an enemy or a friend.”
The wind blew the giant tree above Chakravartin's head, and as the branches and leaves fluttered, the ghosts on his shoulders disappeared in the wind.
The Chakravartin King raised his head, and at the end of the black underworld, nine huge figures slowly walked towards him.
He was not afraid, because behind him, the four statues of gods sitting cross-legged under the tree opened their eyes, and spiritual energy as vast as the sea gathered from all directions, making the statues' figures seem to be shrouded in a layer of clouds.
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Li Xi'an stepped out of the turbulent flow of time and space and felt the spirit of another time and space.
With the Zhoufa, he can realize which time and space he is in the moment he feels the spirit.
The Hidden Age.
For the first time, I came to the past with my true body.
He felt the hard and solid touch on the soles of his feet and looked around.
The land of Kyushu is vast and boundless.
The sun rises in the east and sets in the west, and the lunar cycle alternates.
He is located in a large mountain. He can see across the dense jungle vegetation and mountain peaks, and can see the smoke coming from the valley. A village is dotted in the green valley, like a bright golden line carved on a complete piece of jade.
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A young man walked out of the wooden house, looked around subconsciously, and made a sound of surprise.
"What's wrong?" asked the tall middle-aged man on the side.
"Father, the spiritual energy around here has suddenly become much stronger." The young man whispered.
The middle-aged man frowned and used his spiritual consciousness to sweep around him. He found that just as his child said, the spiritual energy suddenly became stronger.
"The officiant's practice withered away overnight, leaving only a prophecy about this mountain. Maybe what we are waiting for is coming soon. The officiant said that it is something that will rewrite the world, far beyond what we thought.
, related to the ruins we excavated." The middle-aged man said.
"What are we waiting for?" The young man looked excited, "Do we need to inform Shen Nong immediately?"
"After further investigation, it's just a change in the intensity of the spiritual energy, but we can first send an envoy to Chendi to inform Shennong." The middle-aged man ordered. Seeing his boy's excitement, he confessed, "Don't give it to those people named Ji.
He left a clue and sent it away in the form of an ordinary letter."
"Yes!" The young man nodded, and soon a messenger came out of the valley and out of the mountain on a horse.
Li Xi'an observed secretly and discovered something was wrong.
The messenger's cultivation level was equal to that of the Yang God. A Yang God monk actually wanted to ride a horse and gallop instead of flying in the air with his physical body.
Li Xi'an quietly triggered the mystery of supernatural powers, coerced the rapid expansion of his spiritual consciousness, and discovered that the repressive power of this space and time was astonishing and terrifying. This terrifying repressive power was not directed at him, an outsider, but all spirits.
It's a pity that no one can compete with him and find out what kind of power he can exert in this space and time.
"Shennong." Li Xi'an looked confused as he recalled the name the man had said before.
The origin of the Hidden Age, later generations called it the Age of Myth.
A myth?
He couldn't help but think of the blue-robed goddess Ba in later generations, who became a saint of the law after the fall of Kyushu.
She knew a red dragon and said that the red dragon was not cinnabar.
It is indeed not cinnabar, but his true body.
Li Xi'an looked at the villages in the valley and turned to leave.
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