The mutated Liang Yitian is like a pale eyeball, suspended in the chaos, emitting a dense white light, turning the nearby tide of chaos into a pale white.
In the eyes of Lingchan and the twelve Holy Spirits, this is a lighthouse, a lighthouse infected with the will and Taoism of Emperor Taihu. From then on, it takes root in the lower world, guiding the ants in the lower world to rush towards this pure and supreme light and harmony.
hot.
Abandon the side ways and seek refuge in the only true bright road between heaven and earth.
How great.
How just.
How tolerant.
Lingxuan and the twelve holy spirits were so moved by their great deeds and noble deeds that they almost burst into tears - what they did was comparable to that of saints, the supreme perfect man, so glorious that words cannot describe it at all.
Their greatness and sublimity.
Their disciples died here. They did not take revenge, they did not massacre Liang Yitian, they did not completely destroy Liang Yitian. Instead, they gave the creatures of Liangyi Tian a chance to pursue the right path...
This is simply repaying evil with kindness.
This is simply...
Sorry, Lingchan and the Twelve Holy Spirits have read relatively little, so I can't find many suitable words to praise myself.
Lingchan could only wear a happy smile that suddenly became smooth after ten years of constipation, and quietly admired Liangyitian, whose whole body was burning with light and heat, while the twelve Holy Spirits were holding their hands on their chests like bouquets of flowers.
Three pairs of huge wings in front and behind emitted endless light and heat, looking at Lingchan with pious faces. Waves of golden divine light emitted from their brows, which were filled with endless praise for Lingchan.
meaning.
No one noticed.
Lu Qian didn't have it, Linghu Jun didn't have it, Linghu Wuyou, Commander Qingfeng, Lingxuan and others didn't have it. Even the most unpredictable and powerful Tianshu Laojun present was unable to detect that the two
After Yitian was forcibly transformed, in just a dozen breaths, at a distance of about a hundred Liangyitian's 'heaven diameter' from Liangyitian, a figure quietly appeared.
He wears a thin, patched gray monk's robe, a pair of crude hemp shoes, and a string of 108 bone beads the size of broad beans hanging from his fingers. He has a slim but tall figure.
At first glance, everything seems to be a secular world, an ordinary old monk practicing Wild Fox Zen in a small temple on a barren mountain.
However, on the top of the old monk's head, a palm-sized piece of skin and bones occasionally shimmered, changing from ordinary skin color to a transparent glass texture.
It can be seen that in his mind, there is a gorgeous crystal liquid flowing with seven colors.
The rolling liquid surface is like a sea, with a golden lotus floating on it, rising and falling with the rolling crystal liquid. In the middle of the lotus, on a small lotus platform, is a naked little monk who is as white and pink as a three-year-old child.
He curled up and lay comfortably on the lotus platform, snoring heartily.
Countless extremely small golden writings slowly rotated around the little monk. Occasionally, these golden writings turned into a hazy golden glow, which fluttered towards the young monk and turned into a golden cassock wrapped around him.
With the sound of snoring, the golden cassock suddenly collapsed and turned into countless tiny golden characters swirling around the little monk.
In the continuous condensation and scattering of the gold characters, the crystal liquid rolled up and down. In the colorful crystal liquid, there were faint shadows of mountains and rivers. Among the mountains, rivers and mountains, countless ancient temples and Zen forests could be seen, among which there were innumerable
The figures of the numerous monks and monks were flickering and moving.
"I am the Buddha!" A long distance away, the old monk stood quietly in the chaos, his eyes looking through the endless tide of chaos, quietly looking at the changed Liangyi Tian.
After chanting the Buddha's name softly, the old monk suddenly sneered, a cold and cold knife fell on Lingxuan's face that was too delicate and perfect, as if it was handmade by skilled hands: "Holy Spirit...ha
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"There is reincarnation in the way of heaven, you guys, just wait and see."
The old monk's wrinkled old face moved slightly. His eyes burned through the Liangyi sky, the shining atmosphere, through the layers of restrictions, and even through the picture of the Buddha holding flowers and preaching.
On the body of the three-buried monk.
The old monk pursed his lips and smiled, and said softly: "My Buddhist sect has a successor."
Senran's eyes moved away from the three-burial monk, and the old monk looked deeply at Lu Qian again. This time, he frowned and looked at Lu Qian up and down for a long, long time, and then shook his head gently: "The risk is too great...
...But... are you prepared? What if it happens? Haha! Linghu... Even if I can only make them a little unhappy, I will be very happy."
The old monk gritted his teeth.
In the mind, on the crystal liquid, in the middle of the golden lotus, the snow-white and tender little monk suddenly opened his eyes. A pair of blazing eyes, completely condensed from two groups of crimson karma fire, were like two blazing red suns, filling the entire mind.
It instantly turned into a blood full of anger and madness.
The old monk's body trembled slightly.
He was breathing deeply, the muscles on his body expanded and beat bit by bit, and his body slowly opened up bit by bit... Under his skin, there were sharp bone spurs piercing the flesh bit by bit, bit by bit extremely slowly and...
It grew out with difficulty. It was like the ferocious aura of a wild beast accumulating little by little on the old monk and spreading.
The old monk was like an ancient volcano on the verge of erupting. A terrifying power and desire was about to erupt from the depths of his body, turning everything around him into nothing.
The hands of the old monk hanging with the bone rosary have turned into two terrifying claws, huge, dark, burning with bloody karma, like dragon claws, with black and shiny barbs sprouting from every joint on the claws.
The hooks and claws are covered with fine black scales. Each of these scales is like a separate living creature. The scales open and close rapidly and hit each other, making a sound like countless soldiers killing each other crazily on the battlefield, and the unique sound of sword collision.
Jingle bells' roar.
"Hold it, hold it back..." The old monk gritted his teeth and trembled slightly: "I can't kill, I can't kill...For the time being, I can't kill... Hehe, hehe... Plan for a lifetime, not for a while... Plan for a long time,
Don't plan for a while... endure it, endure it... endure it, you must endure it..."
"Giggle, this little girl from the Holy Spirit clan is so cute and pink. I really want to cut open her skull, take the moistest piece at the top, and carefully polish it into a rosary..."
"But, hold on, hold on... I'm just an ordinary little lackey of the Holy Spirit... I don't lack such an ordinary quality rosary... The next rosary must be from a great emperor... Geez, use it
The rosary made from the emperor's skull will surely have infinite power and wonder!"
The old monk smiled ferociously, and his eyes, like the little monk's among the golden lotuses, turned into a dense red, spurting out dull firelight.
He breathed deeply, his body swayed slightly, and his body merged with the surrounding chaotic tide, and it was no longer possible to capture his existence. However, occasionally a red fire flashed past in the chaotic tide, which was enough to represent that he was not
Instead of staying away, he used his unpredictable magical powers to follow Lu Qian and others.
Liangyitian.
The sky, the ground, the city, the wasteland... Countless creatures, countless monks, quietly looked up at the sky. Their whole bodies were burning with dull flames, and their eyes were shining with dull white light.
In the minds of all living beings, there is a subtle voice, telling them about the greatness of 'Taihu', preaching to them the glory of 'Taihu', and adding an unshakable belief, an absolute idea, and an ultimate
The goals of life are deeply rooted in their souls:
Practice with all your strength, ascend to the Supreme Taichu Heaven, join the army of Emperor Taihu, conquer all directions for Emperor Taihu, and bathe in the glory of Emperor Taihu forever!
All living creatures in Liangyi Heaven have become the most crazy followers of Emperor Taihu.
Taoism, no more.
Buddhist cultivation is gone.
All the remnants of demons and ghosts are gone.
Any disputes, any dissent, all kinds of past personal grudges and sectarian grudges, all disappeared in that warm, extreme, and extremely exclusive light.
From then on, we are a family that loves each other. There are no more fights or conflicts. Our hearts are united, our strength is united, all our resources are mobilized together, we practice with all our strength, and we try our best to support one after another.
It is enough for a proud man of heaven to ascend to the upper world!
"Go to the upper realm!" A bald old monk shouted hysterically to the sky.
"My Lord's holy life is boundless!" An old Taoist holding the Purple Gold Ruyi shouted at the top of his lungs with tears.
"My Lord..." Countless creatures knelt on the ground and worshiped Emperor Taihu in the upper world, even though it was impossible for Emperor Taihu to draw his attention here or even the tiniest ray of his gaze.
Bet on these worthless nether ants.
In the huge Liangyi Heaven, only the three-burial monks could barely maintain a glimmer of clarity in the small cave.
He sat cross-legged on the ground and recited mysterious mantras in a low voice to resist the 'purification' and 'transformation' brought about by Lingchan's terrifying blow.
On the altar, the picture of Buddha holding flowers and preaching emits a faint light, protecting the third-buried monk. Without this preaching picture, the third-buried monk would have completely become Taihu in the blow of Lingchan.
Fanatic followers of the Great Emperor.
"The poison is endless!" Monk Three Burials suddenly sneered: "Taiqu... one day... one day..."
Amidst the sneer, Monk Sanzong suddenly raised his head and murmured in surprise: "It seems that an old friend is passing by? Well, it must be an illusion... My old friend has long since disappeared, and his name has not been passed down between heaven and earth.
, how can we have old friends?”
"I am the only one in the world who remembers you?"
"I still remember you."
"So, you are not truly annihilated... As long as I still remember you, no matter how meager the hope is, there is still a glimmer of hope, right?"
The third burial monk smiled: "As long as I still remember you!"
