This was the news that came out clearly from the mouth of the envoy in the Zhonghuang Palace, and it naturally shocked people's hearts.
Someone saw Di Tian, Hun Zhan, Qing Shi Fairy, and the Great Demon God traveling together in ancient wilderness. They went to visit them together to get more information, but they failed to see the Emperor. They only saw a fat Taoist priest and a large
black dog.
However, something was still gained, and even more shocking news came out.
This chaotic fairy land originates from the mythical age and belongs to the Moral God!
When people heard this, two words came to their minds immediately, 'Emperor Sutra' and 'Nine Secrets'!
How can you not be tempted by such a temptation?
That is the complete inheritance and supreme secret technique of one of the Nine Heavenly Lords. Even the Great Sage has to rush for it; one of the Nine Secrets is a world-shaking treasure in the world. It is difficult to understand and even harder to obtain. Only the ancient
The Emperor's own forbidden chapters could be compared, but they have never been circulated.
Therefore, the Nine Secrets, which are 'ownerless' and have no bloodline restrictions or special thresholds, have been sought after by people since ancient times and have a transcendent status.
"There are too many opportunities in this life. It is said that someone discovered the tomb of the ancient emperor on the way forward. With such prosperity, is it possible that someone is really going to attain enlightenment in this life?"
"If this is the case, I think the Emperor must be qualified to be at the forefront, and his status is unshakable."
People couldn't help but talk about it. The two thrilling words "Become Emperor" have touched the nerves of all living beings. For all eternity, such a person is the only one of an era. He is a person who cannot be stopped by God. He is the strongest name in the world.
Will anyone succeed in this life?
Every ten thousand years, or tens of thousands of years, this will be opened, but in most cases it may be a failure, and it does not necessarily lead to becoming an emperor.
Especially in the nearly 100,000 years that were not suitable for practice, only one person became enlightened, and that was the Qing Emperor. However, his last leap was so mysterious that few people even knew what kind of fierce battles took place. They only know his record of walking in restricted areas after becoming emperor.
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Gradually, this news was spread by interested people, causing a sensation in the nearby star fields. There were even great sages coming from the depths of the universe!
Whether it is the Chaos Immortal Land itself in the mythical age, or the moral heavenly system and the Nine Secrets, they are all treasures that can benefit a party, and can even make an ethnic group everlasting. How can we not be moved by it?
Three days later, Xiang Yufei recovered from the deduction, walked out of the 30th Holy City, and set foot in the depths of this star field.
This movement attracted everyone's attention, and a huge sea of people emerged from all directions in the star field, and followed closely behind.
Next to an ancient star that had long since dried up and died, people saw the entrance to the chaotic fairy land, erupting with strange phenomena and opening up. As Xiang Yufei cast spells, various scenes of flying immortals emerged.
And in the scene of the feathered flying immortal, there are majestic beings who are like immortal masters chanting sutras and preaching. They are trying to say something, as if they are warning the creatures in the human world. People keep getting closer, and they seem to see several real immortals.
Sitting cross-legged on the futon, under the futon was a billowing black mist, with several terrifying creatures roaring, and fairy chains of order penetrating all over his body.
After actually arriving at this area, people couldn't help but hold their breath and stare wide-eyed. What they saw was inconsistent with common sense. It was an island, suspended in the universe, distant and mysterious.
The sun, moon, stars, and dazzling galaxies are too tiny in front of it, surrounding and falling like grains of dust.
"The chaotic fairy land of the mythical age is indeed extraordinary. It has never dried up."
Even the guide couldn't help but breathe quickly. Uncovering such an ancient land was definitely a great achievement on the ancient road. At least it would be rewarded with a divine light tower, and he would be qualified to become a law enforcer.
Xiang Yufei stood with his hands behind his back. The day when the Chaos Immortal Land was born has arrived. There is no need to boost. Amidst the roar, there are clusters of lightning flying, the sound of dragons and tigers roaring, and there are all kinds of fairy shadows, and the glow is surging.
Boom!
The next moment, these mottled visions no longer appeared, and only a passage appeared in the center, leading to the interior of the fairy land. A large group of creatures rushed out with red eyes, all trying to fight for it, without caring about anything.
Puff puff!
However, in the blink of an eye, a large group of waterfalls appeared, covering the sky and the sun, swirling with chaotic energy, boundless, like suns exploding, and terrifying.
It can be seen that there are angry waves surging, taking the form of various humanoids and beasts, roaring and roaring with teeth and claws, slaughtering the incoming creatures like a god from the sky, and a large amount of blood mist is thrown up.
All the creatures that had rushed out earlier perished, and not a single one was left. This scene immediately woke up the monks who arrived, and no one dared to act rashly again.
"This is Chaos Falls, accumulated over millions of years!"
Everyone was surprised and opened their eyes wide. This was the only way to go through the Heaven Realm.
Ordinary people would be blocked outside and unable to pass through at all. When this chaotic waterfall falls, even saints will be destroyed. It is pure chaotic holy energy.
"It's a good place." In the crowd, a blue-robed figure wearing a bamboo hat whispered. He was very inconspicuous, but he had a different kind of temperament and was very friendly to the chaotic energy.
Xiang Yufei crossed over, shattered the sky with one punch, punched directly in, and stepped into the passage. The scene in the Chaos Fairyland suddenly appeared in front of people, the majestic Lingshan Mountain, the green Divine Valley, and the jade-belt-like stream.
, the tinkling divine spring eyes, and the ancient medicines in the crevices of the rocks, make people's hearts tremble.
It would be ideal to live in seclusion here. There are many huge skeletons on the ground in the distance, flowing with a pale golden luster. They are all rare and rare species from the mythical era. They have been dead for who knows how many years and have been preserved to this day.
Many people swallowed their saliva. These were the original creatures in the Chaos Divine Land. They had at least reached the holy level. They died of old age because of their bloodline and did not transform into the Dao.
This is the most ideal weapon refining material and inheritance, which makes people jealous.
"Kill my compatriots, human race, where are you going!"
At this moment, in the distance, there was a deafening sound of waves crashing on the shore, a loud roar burst out, and an extremely depressing breath rushed towards the face.
It was like a vast ocean, overwhelming the sky and the earth, coming from afar. Another stone-man Holy Spirit had arrived. His whole body was radiating King-level fluctuations, and his combat power exploded to rival that of a junior great saint!
"A stone man in the realm of a heavenly king!"
"Are you the same race as the previous Mopu? Is he here to seek revenge on the Emperor?" Everyone gasped when they saw this. The Holy Spirit itself is a kind of creature that defies heaven. Anyone who sees it will have a headache. It is peerless.
Powerful, a star field, many stars, it would be good to have a few.
Now, two people actually appeared in a short period of time, both because of the same person, which is really rare.
"Who is he? He just stops when asked to do so? He's so low-key." The Black Emperor was disgusted. Why did the Holy Spirits he saw act like the boss of the world, the second child of the earth, and the third child? His tone was as loud as the sky.
"He is born like this, alone and alone, how do you expect him to be well-educated?" The unscrupulous Taoist priest curled his lips. If the stone man Lunduo heard what he said, he would go crazy with anger.
The monks around him were all speechless. This man's talk was too disrespectful. He was really unforgiving. Not to mention the clay man, the stone man had to suppress his anger.
Xiang Yufei didn't pay attention to this. He went deep into the vast celestial land and saw a celestial palace. It was grand and solemn. It was bathed in the sunset and stained with an inviolable sacred brilliance. Looking from a distance, everyone seemed to hear a long and shrill sound.
Howl, there are gods and demons roaring, coming from the distant past through the boundless time and space.
After a while, this howling sound changed, and after years of washing, it turned into a melodious sound, causing the essence of the entire fairyland to vibrate.
'Tao originates from heaven and earth, and is born among all things. Its movement is called nature...'
The buzzing was deafening. It was a kind of Taoist sound. In just this moment, everyone felt the reaction. They were as crazy as they were intoxicated. They realized a kind of sutra meaning.
This is a profound and profound scripture that flows through everyone's hearts like flowing water. Many people have gained something and have been immersed in a wonderful state.
This chaotic celestial land is not only created by the Heavenly Palace, but also has a colorful sacred lake, in which grows a Taoist lotus, pregnant with a chaotic lotus platform; there are half-collapsed temples, although there are no Buddha statues, there are still bursts of sounds.
The sound of Zen singing; there are peaks reaching into the sky and into the clouds, the sword light is magnificent, and the clusters are vast and boundless.
"Amitabha!"
After a while, the sound of ancient chanting came one after another, like a piece of Zen chanting Buddha's music, deafening, making everyone's soul tremble and unbearable; there was actually a figure sitting cross-legged in front of the half-collapsed temple, ingesting a pair of gods.
The road map that enlightens the Buddha originates from the mythical age.
After obtaining the rare treasure, immeasurable Buddha's light emanated from Mo Ling's body, shining immortal brilliance. But then a sudden change occurred, and all the auspicious light turned black in an instant and turned into demonic energy. It could no longer be stable and wavered.
Because he saw a person, a familiar figure.
Xiang Yufei!
Looking at Xiang Yufei indifferently, everything should be over, and the day of feasting on food has come.
"Xiang Yufei." Mo Ling's heart trembled. The Zen chants of the Bodhisattvas and ancient Buddhas all changed. The Dharma turned into demonic power. His whole body was cold and cold, and the sacred light in the sky turned into black light, drowning him.
"After living for so long, Mo Ling, you should be satisfied." Xiang Yufei walked forward step by step. There was nothing unusual about him, he was cold and calm. Killing one more person or one less person would not matter to him.
What.
"The Seven Limits of Absolute Heart and Destruction of Nature! I can't help but fall into the world of mortals!" Mo Ling sighed. After all, he was right. He used the last move of the Seven Limits, which is also the one that best suits his body. He couldn't control his fate!
The rules that exist between heaven and earth are in chaos. They no longer follow nature, but are used by him. They are manipulated like puppets on strings, and they are arbitrarily changed. The sun rises in the west and sets in the east, the mountains and rivers hang upside down across the sky, and the four seasons
Solidification, all things are unstable, the balance is broken, fate is always sad, everything is disordered, the artificially prescribed route and ending are all tragedies.
Thinking about it till now, it’s not like this. You can’t help yourself everywhere and it’s hard to break free. Only by walking on the path of Buddha and Demon can you realize your true self. This style has evolved into a whole new realm, playing with cause and effect, and even touched your destiny!
The most elusive thing is fate.
Destined to fall into the world of mortals involuntarily, falling and breaking the situation, seeing the light of Buddha in despair, and seeing great transcendence in great annihilation! This style is both the end and the beginning, and has evolved into a brand new taboo track, intertwined around the Wujin track.
The two pressed forward like a spiral, causing everyone's expressions to change.
"He can actually break out of new taboos? Another direction beyond the Daoguo of the great generation, like yin and yang transforming chaos, the Buddha and the devil also have such potential?" The emperor found it incredible. This opponent has been sinking, often defeated, and always defeated, but
I have never wavered in my Taoist heart and have gone against the will of heaven to reach this point. It is really very different.
It can be said that there is a reason why he has lived longer than Qi Xian and surpassed Brahma in strength.
boom!
Faced with this involuntary blow, Xiang Yufei showed a solemn look for the first time. This was a sign of respect for the person who recognized him. He used his own taboo area, the Tao forbidden seal, and conquered the world with his fist!
Infinite fist light blooms, and the fire of Tao transformation is raging. The mountains and seas, the sky and the earth, the stars in the void, the Buddha's light and the demonic energy are all intertwined in the trajectory, and merge into the fist light like the return flow of the oceans, becoming a part of it.
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The involuntary waste of life, the lament of falling into the world of mortals, and the flying fist that conquers the world, the true nature collides freely, the two beliefs are intertwined, and each other's ways are confirmed and complementary in the fight.
Everything is in silence and in the Tao.
Boom! Two completely different avenue trajectories violently collided together, like two ancient worlds clashing. Cracks appeared immediately. All nearby creatures flew out upside down, and the sound of endless scriptures was shattered at the same time.
, unbearable.
"Buddhas and demons, good and evil, are originally one body, so how can they have two bodies? The final bell rings when worshiping the Buddha, and rings when worshiping the demons, and the Zen industry will never ring!"
Mo Ling used the last taboo method, which belonged to the direction he opened. Buddhism and magic skills blended together to create a black gold copper bell. It chimed long and black. The whole body was intertwined with gold. There was a penetrating aura emanating from it, as if from thousands of people.
The underworld utensils dug out of the pit also carry the meaning of great mercy and salvation, just like the heavy incense utensils displayed in front of the Buddha.
Bang! The next moment, his body emitted immeasurable Buddha light, and there were bursts of chanting sounds coming from his body. He was solemn, like a Taoist monk, extremely pious, and he rang his own Taoist bell.
This kind of sound is so terrifying that it can shake people's souls out of their bodies, the fire of their spiritual consciousness will be extinguished, their bodies will become rootless ducks, and their hearts will be split into twin bodies of Buddha and demons, and the two phases of Zen will play the song under the Nine Netherworld.
Funeral song.
This is simply a death knell, playing the final sound.
For whom does the death knell toll?
For whom do funeral songs sound?
The yin energy and dark mist are surging there, as if Hades has opened the door to hell and descended into the human world; there is also the sound of Zen singing that can be heard endlessly, resounding throughout the heaven and earth, as if there are Bodhisattvas and ancient Buddhas blessing and protecting you.
Seeing this terrifying scene, everyone was stunned, and then their hair stood on end, their whole bodies were filled with coldness, and they felt terrified. Buddhism, magic, and Taoism were blended together. If they don't die, they will do great things in the future.
However, Xiang Yufei was ruthless. He used the eighty-one transformations of Taishang and Emperor Tathagata to reveal his Dharma. He stood behind him, suppressing fate and controlling cause and effect. He blasted with both fists, and every blow was a punch that could conquer the world.
Light, neutral and peaceful, majestic and majestic, explodes with heavy sound waves and bursts with funeral songs.
Boom! He moved forward steadily, his sleeves and robes flying, and he landed in front of the bronze bell. The two of them looked at each other across the clock, having already had a premonition.
The next moment, the fist light erupted, and the mighty dragon shadow circled around. The second taboo direction appeared. The dragon horn rushed forward like a heavenly sword, piercing the bell wall, and then turned into a fist and hit Mo Ling's chest.
It penetrated with a pop, and even the golden body of the Buddha and Demon could not withstand it, creating a large transparent hole from the front to the back.
Wow! He coughed up blood and flew straight out, smashing into a chaotic waterfall. He tried to get up, but kept collapsing, again and again, but he struggled to climb onto the golden lotus and slowly straightened up.
Just like the Buddha's Nirvana, he took the posture of passing away.
At the last moment, the line of cause and effect faded away, and all the experiences of his life reappeared like a revolving lantern. Mo Ling was in a trance, and saw the high-spiritedness when he first appeared, the fierceness when fighting Xiang Yufei, the glory of the original demonic path, and the scenes of comprehending Buddhism.
They are all intertwined.
Only then did he realize that the moments that truly belonged to him were very few and far between. Only those years when he transformed into a mortal and sat in meditation in an ancient temple were the real him, not an evil spirit who had no control over his fate.
Yes, the twin bodies of Zen and the Buddha and Demon forms are the last words that belong to him in this life. They are the ink spirit, not that weird creature.
When he was about to die, he realized it, which seemed a little late and a little ironic. Looking at Xiang Yufei who was walking slowly towards him, he couldn't help but let out a long sigh.
“How come and go, how come and go, life is one life, death is empty.
Amitabha, the last chant.
Who am I? What am I? I am the scenery in other people's paintings, the story in the story, I can't control my fate..." Mo Ling has a clear understanding and a clear mind. At this moment, he can see a certain truth clearly.
It suddenly became peaceful, and the Buddha nature and the demonic nature reached a balance point, and this was the result.
Before passing away, Fang was enlightened. He couldn't help but raise the corners of his mouth, closed his eyes and lowered his head. He raised one hand in front of his chest like a salute to the Buddha, and held the broken string of white bone beads with the other hand. He just lost his breath and passed away.
Blazing! A handful of flames ignited, burning his body, fading away, and finally leaving a black-gold relic on the golden lotus, bright and flawless, reaching perfection.
Amitabha.
Recite it in front of the Buddha and the devil, how can I be who I am in this life?
Maybe he is no longer that strange creature, not the original demonic body, nor the evil spirit of the Seven Great Limits of Destruction, but the Mo Ling who has walked the path of Buddha and Demon. All he wants to do is himself, nothing more.
However, fate cannot be controlled by oneself. After all, it is just a dream and an empty flower, falling here. Only the road is ever bright, eternal and immortal, imprinted in the world.
"Human death is like the extinguishing of a lamp. In the past, there were immortals and Brahma in the monastery. Now the ink spirit is like the withered leaves, falling with the wind and unable to find the direction. There are their footprints on the road, but it is a sad and bright red.
Mountains of corpses and seas of blood, the imperial road is ruthless, the strong are always on the road, whose tragedy is it?"
Some people sigh and sigh, witnessing the rise of the genius and the fall of the genius, it is not a reincarnation, another strong man rises through the sea of blood and desolation.
The imperial road is a pile of bones, which has always been desolate since ancient times!
"Has the era of one person arrived? Who else can be rivaled?" People couldn't help but murmur. The three transcendent heroes at the beginning were all killed. The great world that surpassed the past will end like this, and one person will become the only one.
years?
The Emperor, kill all enemies, exert pressure for a lifetime, become a legend, break eternal myths, and build a glorious imperial path!
Each and every brilliant person has become the highlight of the story, and the passing scenery is both prosperous and sad.
They felt that a general trend of invincibility had been developed. They took their position to nourish their energy and were invincible. Only ghosts and gods could conceive and cultivate such a Taoist heart. This was definitely the most terrifying figure since the ancient road testers in the past.
It is a living legend and an epic in the making.
"One breath has been suppressed for eternity, and the same sad and pastoral song has been shared throughout the eternity. The seven limits of Zen practice are twin bodies. Your path will forever shine in the world. You will follow me to witness the path ahead.
There is no shortage of geniuses in this world, and splendid chapters and tragic epics will be passed down for centuries, but things last forever, not people. What I want is more than just the imperial path."
Xiang Yufei once again killed an opponent. There was no joy, no sadness, only a sense of solemnity. This road was destined to be difficult, but he had to go.
The demise of each genius and the end of legends will become the cornerstone for his further progress.
Blood and bones, a sad picture, what he wants to do is never to be the person in the picture, but to write and splash ink, that is his path.
They are the witnesses and the people in the painting; and he is the one who writes the music.
Myth begins with me!
It's the Holy King's turn, think about who to give it to