Miaoyu Temple has been successfully transformed from the place of Fengyue into the Miaofeng Pavilion, a holy place for cultivation. It is also a holy place second only to the Imperial Clan. Its strength and status are completely different from those hundreds of years ago!
This is all thanks to the contemporary Holy Lord An Miaoyi. Most of the holy places in Beidou were founded by saints, but she is a contemporary quasi-emperor.
Even in this golden age of bright stars, a quasi-emperor is a master at the pinnacle of the universe.
What's more, she still has the support of the Emperor, so she can move sideways throughout Beidou.
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On this day, Miaofeng Pavilion welcomed a special guest.
This is a monk who looks very old. He is a saint and has a circle of Buddha's light behind his head.
"What did the ancient Buddha say when he came here?" the female disciple asked politely.
Miao Yuan has practiced Buddhism for a long time, so the disciples here have a good impression of Buddhism.
"Amitabha, poor monk Kongwen, come to see Lord An!"
"Ancient Buddha, our Holy Lord can't just meet each other..." the female disciple said with a smile.
The old monk handed over a box: "Please give this to An Shengzhu. If she still doesn't want to see you then, the poor monk will leave."
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An Miaoyi's cultivation talent is pretty good, but it's not yet at the top.
Fortunately, with the help of the complete source of Tao, and the guidance of Feng Jinghong, the supreme emperor, she has steadily kept up with the pace of the first echelon over the years, and has now reached the seventh level of the quasi-emperor!
An Miaoyi sat in front of the window covered with gauze, and the white moonlight shone on her body, making her look as noble and charming as a Guanghan fairy.
Looking at the scriptures in the box, her face showed a hint of embarrassment and she frowned slightly.
"What's wrong?" Feng Jinghong gently hugged her waist from behind.
"I'm from Buddhism and want to plead with you through me." An Miaoyi said softly.
"It's hard to refuse?" Feng Jinghong was curious.
An Miaoyi is a heartwarmingly gentle and sensible woman who never takes the initiative to make any requests.
Now that she is showing such an expression, it can only mean that that person has some unusual relationship.
An Miaoyi sighed softly: "He is the disciple of the former venerable."
Miaoyu Temple was initially just a romantic place with some strength. It had a very low status in the spiritual world and was oppressed by all parties.
It wasn't until one day when a disciple of Sakyamuni came here to pass on the next "Nirvana Sutra" that their strength gradually developed, and no major holy land dared to insult them lightly.
This is a great favor that is hard to deny!
"A disciple of Sakyamuni..." Feng Jinghong thought for a moment and said:
"In that case, let me reply to him. That scripture once won a thousand years of peace for Miaoyu Temple. Today, the court will give Buddhism a thousand years of peace. From now on, the two parties will not owe each other!"
An Miaoyi said softly: "Thank you, Your Majesty!"
Feng Jinghong raised her chin and asked with a smile, "How can I thank you?"
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The old monk left with a result that was not satisfactory but acceptable. There was no entanglement and he did not dare to entangle.
Feng Jinghong, on the other hand, continued to stay at An Miaoyi's place, enjoying the beauty's gratitude and intoxicating desire.
Until a burst of thunder resounded throughout the universe, disturbing his elegance.
An Miaoyi looked to the sky in surprise: "What a terrible calamity, who is this person?"
Feng Jinghong withdrew her gaze: "It's Ye Fan, he wants to complete the Holy Body."
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Similar to the original plot, when Ye Fan was over 800 years old, he finally reached the quasi-emperor ninth level, becoming the first among his generation to reach this level.
Well, except for Feng Jinghong, no one regards him as a contemporary anymore...
The moment he saw the Nine Levels of Immortal Tribulation, Ye Fan was severely shocked.
When Feng Jinghong passed through the tribulation, he could see it clearly. The power was really terrifying, and he really didn't have much confidence in getting through it safely.
But now that the arrow is on the string and has to be fired, we can only bite the bullet and push it upward.
Then Ye Fan was completely heartbroken. Each of the Nine Heavenly Lords beat him to death with one hand, and his flesh and blood flew everywhere.
If he waited until they stood up before using weapons, would he still be alive?
Ye Fan spent three days in fear, and then he was surprised to find that his catastrophe seemed to be different from Feng Jinghong's.
The Nine Heavenly Lords had no intention of standing up, nor did they have the slightest intention to use weapons.
This discovery made him breathe a sigh of relief and at the same time felt aggrieved.
As we all know, the intensity of the tribulation corresponds to the combat power and potential of the person who overcomes the tribulation.
This weakened version of the Nine Levels Immortal Tribulation almost told him clearly that his combat power was not as good as Feng Jinghong's, which made him not angry.
However, there is nothing you can do if you are angry. The Heavenly Tribulation does not care what you think, it can be done to whatever extent you want.
Nine days and nine nights passed, Ye Fan narrowly escaped death, and finally survived with great difficulty.
The catastrophe has come to an end, and there is basically no harm done. He dragged his body, which was so empty that his hands and feet were weak, and sat powerlessly in the void, intending to swallow some starlight to supplement it.
boom!
A big purple hand suddenly appeared, covering the starry sky, and came with overwhelming blood.
Ye Fan shouted angrily and punched to meet him, but at this time he was so weak that he could not block the long-planned attack and was beaten to pieces on the spot.
Then the big hand came down, as if to snatch away his flesh and blood, but the movement was a little slow, as if he was guarding against something.
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"Won't you help him?" An Miaoyi asked.
This is not only a question for her, but also a question for all living beings in the universe, including the Overlord who is taking action and the Supreme in the restricted area.
The appearance of a Dacheng Holy Body is enough to change the current power structure, and there are definitely not a few people who want to kill him.
Now Ba Ti's move is a test. If Feng Jinghong doesn't stop it, it is very likely that the geniuses who will survive the tribulation will also face threats from the Supreme.
After all, the road to immortality is about to open, and the fewer competitors there are, the better.
For the supreme beings who have committed suicide, the pinnacle quasi-emperor of the Nine Heavens is still a bit of a threat. If he goes further to achieve another kind of enlightenment, the threat will be even stronger!
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Seeing that Ye Fan was about to be robbed, suddenly the terrifying imperial power swept across the universe, time and space froze, the avenue screamed, and even the big purple hand was frozen in the space.
Feng Jinghong was in Beidou, and his voice resounded throughout the world: "Do you want to block the way of those who come after you?"
A respectful and loud voice came from the Overlord Ancestral Planet: "The Emperor is angry, we have no intention of targeting those who come after us. This attack is only aimed at our old enemy. This is a personal grudge!"
Feng Jinghong said a faint "Yeah", and then the imperial power faded away like a tide.
Ba Ti was overjoyed. The emperor had made his position clear. As long as he did not deliberately massacre the newcomers, he would not care about personal grudges.
Others also understood this. The Supremes had already expected this and were not touched at all.
Those geniuses who were aspiring to be Emperors breathed a sigh of relief. They did not have a supreme nemesis, and their safety during future tribulations was guaranteed.
Only a small group of people were dissatisfied with the result.
"Master!" Yang Xi shouted unwillingly, wishing he could rush forward and take over the robbery himself.
The big black dog was scurrying back and forth wagging its tail, anxious to death, but there was nothing he could do.
Facing an opponent of the Supreme level, all its methods pale in comparison.
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The big purple hand suddenly grabbed hold, but Ye Fan's body was still torn apart. If he was really captured like this, there is no doubt that he would die miserably.
But as Emperor Heitian, there is no doubt that Ye Fan will not die so easily.
His soul roared, and half of the blood-stained mirror suddenly flew out of the remaining body, facing the big hand, and then exploded suddenly.
boom!
The violent explosion destroyed vast swathes of the galaxy, the giant hand shattered on the spot, and a muffled groan could be heard from the Overlord Ancestral Planet.
Ye Fan took the opportunity to reorganize his body, broke through a chaotic passage and got in, using his last strength to disrupt Tianji.