Chapter 152: Primordial spirit travels to Lingxiao, Donggong faces the way of heaven!
The scene in Ao Ying's room was somewhat strange.
Zhou Zheng was lying flat on the bed and fast asleep. A thin Tai Chi diagram, filled with mysterious and obscure Taoist rhymes, was suspended three feet above Zhou Zheng's lower abdomen, like a door.
As Zhou Zheng's designated birthmark guardian, Bing Ning didn't have too many taboos. After arriving, she stared at Zhou Zheng's glowing buttocks and observed them carefully.
Others did not dare to go in and waited outside the door. Bing Ning and Ao Ying had a careful discussion, and Ao Ying breathed a sigh of relief.
After Bing Ning closed the door, Xiao Yue hurriedly asked: "What's going on?"
"It's probably because he's in a fuzzy state, so there's no need to worry."
Xiao Sheng wondered: "But isn't it possible that the Shenyou Taixu requires at least the Ascension Stage? The squad leader's soul is still a little short of the mark."
"With Laojun's guidance, everything will be no problem."
Bing Ning said: "Don't worry blindly. This Tai Chi diagram has the Taoist charm of Lao Jun. It is the supreme way of Taoism and cannot be understood by you or me."
Li Zhiyong looked at the Tai Chi diagram thoughtfully, and gently rubbed his fingers on the jade talisman in his sleeve.
The old monarch Zhang Qingjing did nothing and followed nature. After making arrangements, he still took action to guide the squad leader...
At the level of struggle that they cannot see, has the situation really deteriorated to this extent?
"It looks like our villa is really going to be expanded."
Everyone was confused. Li Zhiyong shook his head with a smile and said nothing more.
the other side.
It curls gently, like smoke and mist.
Zhou Zheng didn't know what was going on, but the stamina of the immortal wine came over him in waves, and he couldn't help but raise his hand and push his head.
Oops!
The hand actually went through the brain!
Zhou Zheng woke up with a jolt, and immediately realized that he had no body now, only his soul that had not yet matured.
But the place he was in was the main hall that he had visited once before.
Inside the Tai Chi diagram.
The main hall is still empty. This is the transit point for their team to go to another world to learn scriptures. But at this moment, the two vortexes that represent the return and departure are gray-white, as if they are frozen.
The whirlpool labeled "Forbidden Land of Heaven" extended inward, as if a portal had appeared.
If it were Zhou Zheng before he met Li Zhiyong, he would definitely have 'hesitated for a moment and then moved forward' at this moment.
But now Zhou Zheng...
"Laojun, are you there, Laojun?"
He waited for a while.
Anyway, there is no rush, just quietly experience the wonderful feeling of the soul leaving the body.
The Taoist textbook compiled by Mr. Subaru Star says that if you have the opportunity to ascend to the realm of ascension and get close to the great road when your mind wanders in Taixu, it will be of infinite use to you.
"go in."
Laojun's voice finally sounded, still so gentle.
"Hearing is false, seeing is believing, you need to understand this."
"Yes, disciple, I obey."
Zhou Zheng cupped his hands, and with a slight thought in his mind, his soul floated towards the forbidden land of heaven, and was instantly sucked into it.
There is something really strange about this feeling.
The tearing feeling around him made him tremble with fear. He was really afraid that something would happen to his soul, but he soon noticed that there was a group of Yin-Yang Dao aura wrapped around his soul, and he was not in any danger.
A distorted space appeared in his sight, followed by stars quickly passing by.
He seemed to be walking on a special star path, and when the surrounding environment returned to stillness, Zhou Zheng was already in a thunder curtain.
What is thunder curtain?
Thunderbolts of unknown thickness spread down from the gray sky like waterfalls, illuminating the ruins and completely sealing the place.
Zhou Zheng was standing in a square. There were empty armors all over the square, long weapons and short swords scattered everywhere, and some armors were stacked on top of each other.
Blood stained the white jade stairs ahead.
Zhou Zheng floated up the stairs, and similar scenes continued to move forward.
Finally, he saw the main hall illuminated by blue-white lightning, and his pupils shrank slightly.
He has been here before, countless times.
Even though this majestic hall collapsed in several places and tilted toward the southwest, the plaque hanging in front of the hall is still there.
Lingxiao Palace!
There seemed to be bursts of chanting sounds all around.
Zhou Zheng felt a little dizzy, and several pictures unfolded in his heart at the same time, impacting his mind.
'Your Majesty! Is heaven a paradise for living beings or a paradise for Your Majesty!'
'Having demons seal people's hearts, wouldn't they play into the hands of Heaven! Why does Heaven want to restrain the power of living beings!? Your Majesty, what are you thinking about? How did Heaven create the self? Is Heaven forcing you and me, or Your Majesty, you are forcing Heaven?
!'
'Heaven has failed me.'
Zhou Zheng clenched his fist tightly, his soul trembling continuously.
After a while, he gently exhaled and digested all the information that emerged from his heart.
Disagreements and disputes turned into conflicts.
These are some memory fragments of the first Dongji Qinghua Emperor.
But in the end, he didn't resist anything. He just allowed King Li Tian's tower to suppress him and surrendered to reincarnation, so that the imperial power in heaven would no longer be restrained.
At this moment, Zhou Zheng was still a little confused.
He didn't know how he should look at the man sitting high in this palace.
Just like his hesitation and hesitation back then.
Let's go in and take a look. We've come here, and there may be some clues here.
Zhou Zheng subconsciously put his hands on his back, his soul floated towards the steps, and stood in front of the main hall, his Taoist heart tightened.
Different from the armors and weapons that were everywhere in front of the palace, there were figures of people inside the palace.
Behind the palace door, a strong man over three meters tall stood quietly, with a big hole in his chest. His last action was to bow his head and pray to Buddha, with a somewhat bitter smile on his lips.
‘Arhat Subduing the Dragon.’
Such words emerged in Zhou Zheng's heart.
Immediately afterwards, several figures lay scattered in front of a stone pillar. They were also the Eighteen Arhats of Buddhism. They should have been in some kind of battle formation before they died.
Inside, corpses were sitting, lying or standing, covering the place where all the immortals in heaven used to stand when they went to court.
There are more than ten ancient Buddhas in Buddhism and the living Buddha is seated here.
Manjushri Bodhisattva is holding a long sword full of cracks, with a deep scar on his chest, his face is full of unwillingness, his hair is covered with blood mist, and beside him is Ananda holding a sword...
Most of the masters of the once prosperous Buddhist sect lay dead here, but they only died on the periphery of the main hall.
Zhou Zheng looked around, and the corpses in the palace stung his heart.
The barefoot immortal holding his chest with broken feet, the Antarctic immortal with a broken forehead, and the tiny arcs of electricity still remaining on the bodies, as if they were the gods of the thunder department who had themselves shattered by thunder...
The corpse of the spiritual official filled a corner of the hall.
The swords of the heavenly generals were scattered all over the hall.
The four heavenly kings with extremely majestic faces and miserable death conditions, several old dragons with no dragon heads and broken scales...
Zhou Zheng's spirit was constantly trembling.
He found a sense of familiarity in many of the corpses here, as if they had drank and talked happily in the past.
Now that we meet each other, I have no memory of them, and there is only an emptiness and confusion in my heart.
He looked up and felt a sudden surge of anger.
The throne in Lingxiao Palace is empty.
The Antarctic Immortal Emperor, the Nine Heavens Ying Yuan Thunder Universal Transformation Heavenly Lord, fell in front of the throne at this moment. It seemed that he was desperately protecting something before dying. His forehead was cracked, his eyes were protruding, and most of his immortal body was broken!
But the throne is empty!
Where is the Jade Emperor?
Where is the Great God!
Zhou Zheng felt a chill rising upwards.
He looked around, looking at the corpses everywhere, constantly running around in the gaps between the corpses, searching, searching.
Where is he!
Where has he gone!
Heaven has been destroyed, and most of the immortals and Buddhas in the sky have died here. Where is the coach who fought to the death in the end!
Why not leave your body here!
The Great God is not dead?
Zhou Zheng felt chills all over his body, and thoughts like this kept pouring out, as if a conspiracy running through the world was quietly unfolding in front of him.
He suddenly hated himself and even despised himself.
It's just that the body of the Great Heavenly Lord is not here. I don't have any evidence, so I just put a 'conspiracy theory' on the Great Heavenly Lord.
The Great Heavenly Lord is always thinking about the living beings.
The Great Heavenly Lord may have had his body shattered into pieces by the way of heaven, or maybe...
Zhou Zheng suddenly thought of the sixty-four hexagram golden wheel seal behind him. This seal sealed his own avenue and the Tai Chi diagram laid out by Lao Jun.
When was this seal put down?
During my previous nine reincarnations, did this seal really work? Is there this golden wheel seal behind it?
"He's still alive."
Suddenly there was a murmur outside the door.
Boom!
A purple thunder suddenly bloomed outside Lingxiao Palace.
Zhou Zheng raised his head suddenly and saw a tall figure standing at the door, holding a spear and casting a long shadow on the ground.
The purple thunder faded, and Zhou Zheng faced the thunder curtain in front and saw the figure clearly.
The angular face, the vertical eyes with closed forehead, the eyes filled with purple thunder, and the three-pointed two-edged sword that seemed to be dripping with blood.
Yang Jian.
No, he is the way of heaven.
"It's ironic, isn't it?"
Zhou Zheng subconsciously took a few steps back: "Sarcasm? Your Excellency?"
'Yang Jian' said softly: "The immortals and Buddhas in the sky fought to the death. After falling into a desperate situation, no one bowed to me, but the Supreme Lord of the Three Realms, the Lord of Nine Heavens, escaped. Isn't it ironic?"
Zhou Zheng was silent, his heart filled with great anger.
'Yang Jian' slowly stepped inside, the three-pointed two-edged knife in his hand trembling slightly.
"Sanqing sent you here just to remind you that the Great Heavenly Lord is still alive, and I can communicate with you through Yang Jian's body.
"Great Heavenly Lord and I both have problems."
'Yang Jian' smiled with narrowed eyes and stopped walking, as if he didn't want to push Zhou Zheng too hard.
Or maybe it noticed the yin and yang energy surrounding Zhou Zheng, knew that Zhou Zheng could be dragged away by Sanqing at any time, and didn't want to make a useless attempt.
‘Yang Jian’ continued:
"The Great Heavenly Lord is hiding in some corner, waiting for you and me to decide the outcome, and then stand up to clean up the mess.
"Dong Gong, I had high hopes for you. I hoped that you would rein in the imperial power and become a sharp sword over the emperor's head. However, you gave up on this because of your ridiculous personal affair.
"Why can't you join forces with me? I have no personal feelings. I am just talking to you through Yang Jian's mouth at this moment. I only have a pure will.
"I just want to create a Three Realms where living beings can live in harmony with heaven and earth. I have been doing this from ancient times to the present. You should know best, because this is the mission given to me by the Creator of Heaven.
"I only protect the heaven and earth, perfect the Tao, reward good and punish evil, and uphold justice.
"You should have seen how chaotic the three realms are after losing the way of heaven."
Zhou Zheng also stopped and retreated, stared at Yang Jian for a while, and suddenly said: "Tiandao is conscious, do you think this is normal?"
‘Yang Jian’ was silent.
Zhou Zheng said: "You said you didn't have an affair, but when you didn't want to be erased and instead killed the gods all over the sky, you had an affair."
"So you still stand as Great Heavenly Lord?"
"I stand on my own!"
Zhou Zheng cursed in a low voice, and the emotion that had been squeezed deep in his heart after entering Lingxiao Palace surged out like a volcano.
"I don't know what the hell happened to you back then! So many gods died and so many living beings were killed! What on earth are you fighting about?
“Is there anything wrong with the prosperity of Heaven?
"The creatures in the three realms live in peace and the six realms of reincarnation are stable. Is there anything wrong with this?
"Isn't this the prosperous age that you and the Great Heavenly Master created together?"
‘Yang Jian’ remained silent, just looking at Zhou Zheng with a smile.
"Just be yourself."
Yang Jian smiled and said: "This battle between you and me is inevitable. No matter you lose or win, as long as you are yourself and don't be used by the Great God, then this battle will be meaningful."
Zhou Zheng:......
Why is Heaven so gentle today?
No, shouldn't both parties start the fight together?
He suddenly noticed that the purple lightning disappeared from Yang Jian's eyes.
"Go back quickly, Dong Gong," Yang Jian smiled bitterly, "I can only suppress it for a moment, and it has murderous intentions for you."
Zhou Zheng frowned and stared at Yang Jian.
Yang Jian carried the three-pointed two-edged sword behind his back, stared at Zhou Zheng, and said quickly:
"You don't have to think about saving me. Since I chose to trap Tiandao with myself, I just wanted to fight for this opportunity. Fortunately, you are still outside and did not die here.
"The Great God cannot be trusted, this is all I know.
"Unite the remaining immortals and gods and break through the restrictions set by Heaven as soon as possible...come and kill me.
"It must be done as soon as possible. The Patriarch of the Sanqing Dynasty is trying his best to suppress its connection with the Sea of Dao, but it is still gradually closing the avenue between heaven and earth.
"Once it gathers the Three Thousand Avenues again, the Patriarch of the Three Purities will not be able to suppress it."
After saying this, Yang Jian slowly lowered his head and saluted Zhou Zheng.
"I'll leave it to you later, Dong... hum!"
His body suddenly twitched, but Yang Jian still completed the salute with veins popping out on his forehead and neck.
But when 'Yang Jian' raised his head, the vertical eyes on his forehead suddenly opened, and a beam of purple-black divine light shot towards Zhou Zheng!
A Tai Chi diagram appeared in front of Zhou Zheng, blocking the divine light with ease.
Following this, the Tai Chi Diagram rotated slightly, and the main hall in Zhou Zheng's sight quickly became blurred, turning into a gray cloud, and then quietly exploded.
Zhou Zheng's soul stood in the transit hall.
Laojun's voice sounded: "Go back, just know it."
Zhou Zheng's eyes were a little stunned, and he suddenly asked: "Old Lord, what did the Great Heavenly Lord do?"
Laojun fell into silence.
The vortex directly ahead rotates gently.
In Ao Ying's bedroom, Zhou Zheng's spirit figure floats out from the Tai Chi diagram and returns to the center of his body.
On the bed, Zhou Zheng opened his eyes and stared blankly at the ceiling.
There was a little moisture in his eyes, but he forced it back.
Ao Ying stood aside and did not dare to say anything for fear of disturbing him.
"What time is it?" Zhou Zheng asked.
"Eight thirty in the morning."
"I'll go out and I'll probably be back in the evening."
Zhou Zheng turned over and sat up, gave Ao Ying a smile, lowered his head to put on his shoes, stood up, pushed open the window, turned over and jumped out.
How did the First World War go on more than three hundred years ago?
There should be two battlefields, divided into two stages. The first stage of the battlefield is when the Great Heavenly Lord leads the masters of immortals and Buddhas to rush into the land of nothingness. The second stage of the battlefield is in the Lingxiao Palace.
Yang Jian's initial attack on Tianting was part of the Great Heavenly Lord's plan to weaken the power of Heavenly Dao.
The fall of Lingxiao Palace happened in the first stage.
Yang Jian was probably possessed by Heavenly Dao after the first stage, and the final battle broke out in the ruins of Lingxiao Palace. All the immortals and Buddhas died tragically at the hands of Heavenly Dao, and the Great Heavenly Lord disappeared.
The Great Heavenly Lord is still alive, waiting for him to compete with Yang Jian, who is possessed by Heavenly Dao, and reap the benefits.
Tiandao is trying to confuse himself, and nothing he says can be trusted.
The few words Yang Jian said were quite credible, and he also mentioned that he should not be used by the Great Heavenly Lord; when he said these words, he looked a little depressed and was suppressing the anger in his heart.
What exactly is the Great Heavenly Lord going to do? What is he planning?
You still have to investigate and understand everything yourself.
But there is a doubt in his heart, and he must find the answer today.
Back to Longchen!
"Brother Shen!"
"Um!"
When Shen Changqing walks on the road and meets familiar people, he will say hello or nod to each other.
But no matter who it is.
There is no unnecessary expression on everyone's face, as if they are indifferent to everything.
Regarding this.
Shen Changqing has become accustomed to it.
Because this is the Demon Suppression Division, an organization that maintains the stability of the Qin Dynasty. Its main responsibility is to kill monsters and monsters. Of course, it also has some other side jobs.
It can be said.
Everyone in the Demon Suppression Division has a lot of blood on their hands.
When a person is used to seeing life and death, he will become indifferent to many things.
When he first came to this world, Shen Changqing was a little uncomfortable, but he got used to it over time.
The Demon-Suppressing Division is huge.
Those who can stay in the Demon Suppressing Division are all powerful masters, or those who have the potential to become masters.
Shen Changqing belongs to the latter.
Among them, the Demon Suppressor Division is divided into two professions, one is the Guardian Envoy and the other is the Demon Slayer.
Anyone who enters the Demon Slayer Department starts from the lowest level as a demon slayer.
Then he will be promoted step by step, and eventually he is expected to become a guardian envoy.
Shen Changqing's predecessor was a trainee demon slayer in the Demon Suppression Division, and he was also the lowest level among the demon slayers.
Possess the memory of the previous life.
He is also very familiar with the environment of the Demon Suppression Division.
It didn't take long for Shen Changqing to stop in front of a loft.
Different from other places in the Demon Suppression Division that are full of chills, the attic here seems to stand out from the crowd, showing a different kind of tranquility in the bloody Demon Suppression Division.
At this time, the attic door was open, and occasionally people came in and out.
Shen Changqing only hesitated for a moment before stepping in.
Enter the attic.
The environment just changes in vain.
The fragrance of ink mixed with the faint smell of blood hit his face, causing him to frown instinctively, but then relaxed it quickly.
There is almost no way to cleanse away the smell of blood on everyone in the Zhenmo Division.