As soon as you set foot on Sun Star, you can feel the fiery charm.
The unique flames of the three-legged Golden Crow are steaming in the air, painting a scene of blooming flowers, singing and dancing.
With his thoughtful eyes, Manjusri stretched out his hand to touch the beating flames in front of him, and suddenly felt a particularly clear sense of intimacy, as if this dojo was actively welcoming Manjusri back.
Sensing the changes that had taken place in his spiritual body, Manjusri shook his head in confusion.
He looked at Lu Ya next to him and said in a particularly gentle tone: "During this period, you and I have been in and out of the Sun Star many times. We can be said to be in pairs. Now the defense formations in the dojo have no response to me. I'm afraid it has long been a long time ago."
Having recognized my identity as the master, it seems that the dove's plan to occupy the magpie's nest has been 80% successful."
Hearing this, Lu Ya suddenly felt dumbfounded.
He knew that this was Manjusri deliberately teasing him, and he couldn't help but feel moved in his heart: "The temperature of the sun is extremely high, and every seven days a wave of flames breaks out. If you can endure the pain of high temperature and burning, I will do this in this dojo."
I’ll give it to you directly.”
Manjusri smiled and shook his head, "I can't bear this kind of blessing, so I'll leave it to you to continue to enjoy it slowly."
While talking and laughing, the two parties had reached the roots of the hibiscus tree.
As the top fire root in ancient times, the hibiscus tree can be said to have deep roots and luxuriant leaves.
The steaming flames contain rich aura, forming a variety of bird phenomena, flapping their wings and singing in the waves of flames.
As if feeling the presence of Manjusri and Lu Ya, the hibiscus tree swayed happily, and the leaves collided with each other to make a rustling sound.
The scalding heat waves hit my face, like a gentle rain of apricot blossoms, containing the pure essence of the Tao of Fire inside.
Manjusri smiled and opened his eyes, slowly stretched out his right hand, and many colorful petals flowed from his fingertips.
Flower arrangement·Shocking!
The fragrance of flowers rippled out, rushing forward randomly one after another, gently pushing away the roaring waves of flames.
Immediately afterwards, the petals slowly transpired and scattered on the sun star, creating an endless sea of flowers.
The moment these flowers touched the flames, they did not burn to ashes, but were tempered into extremely delicate colored glaze, reflecting bright and brilliant light.
A sea of glazed flowers formed in the blink of an eye, wrapping the entire ancient hibiscus tree. With the rich vitality, it bloomed quietly, and the aura in the sea of flowers became more vigorous like a wave.
Immediately afterwards, Manjusri's thoughts moved slightly.
The spring breeze blows slowly, causing the sea of flowers to surge, forming colorful whirlpools on the surface of the hibiscus tree, rotating slowly.
The scale of the whirlpool gradually grew. As the number of flowers increased, the cut Xiaosha rippled out, causing the surrounding void to gradually fragment layer by layer. A continuous sound could be heard vaguely, like the sound of a mirror being quietly hit.
, crisp and loud.
As the cutting speed continues to increase, many sparks fly quietly, like a crocodile hidden in the mud, constantly losing its disguise.
After a few breaths, a narrow hole appeared at the root of the hibiscus tree.
This pothole looks particularly inconspicuous, as undetectable as a little fingernail. In the steaming flames, if you don't look carefully, there is no way to find any trace.
Manjusri pulled up the landing pad and walked towards the pothole, only to find that inside the pothole there were endlessly entangled void fragments.
These void fragments are not as messy as imagined. Instead, they have been cut into round mirror shapes by some powerful means. They float in groups at the same time, like delicate fish scales that shimmer with light.
Manjusri's foundation of the virtual path and the empty path is not deep, so it is impossible to directly observe the scenes hidden in these mirrors with the naked eye.
However, the moment he discovered the pothole, Lu Ya's hands became slightly cold, and his body began to shake.
It was obvious that he could determine where the dreams sealed inside came from through the aura emanating from these mirrors.
Manjusri breathed out softly, then patted Lu Ya on the shoulder.
The latter seemed to have made up his mind and gently reached out his hand and reached into the hole.
The fragments of mirrors inside that were constantly swaying stopped in place after feeling Lu Ya's aura, as motionless as a still picture. Lu Ya allowed his thoughts to permeate the mirrors, and he carefully explored the countless mirrors.
At this time, Lu Ya's expression changed again, ranging from anger, helplessness, excitement, melancholy, and most of all, a strong sense of powerlessness.
His eyes gradually turned red. In these trivial mirrors, he really saw the dreams of his father and uncle.
In order to continue the glory of Demon Court, these two emperors tried their best and gave everything.
Now, even the dream has been voluntarily given up, turning it into an opportunity for the monster clan to come back. The forbearance and dedication in this made Lu Ya feel extremely shocked, and at the same time he felt a sense of sadness.
In the past, the demon court that suppressed heaven and earth and ruled the three realms will be scattered in the calculation of heaven. You can imagine how difficult the road upstream is.
Thinking of this, Lu Ya slowly retracted his hand.
The mirror fragments rippling inside the pit suddenly burned with steaming flames, forming two silhouettes of three-legged golden crows curled up and sleeping.
These two golden crows with three golden crows exuded a noble and domineering aura. They were obviously the two emperors back then.
Lu Ya's voice was slightly hoarse as he said: "What Ancestor Yin Yang said is absolutely true. What is sealed here is indeed the dream of my father and uncle, and it is different from the inherited memory. The pictures in the dream are very complete.
Not only does he have the corresponding understanding of the great road, he even hides many secrets of the demon clan."
"In the pothole, my father's thoughts still remain. He told me that during the Lich Tribulation period, the demon tribe gave up a huge amount of resources and asked the saint to continue the fire for them. Through the magical power in dreams, in several
After the Yuanhui, the magical power of bringing the demon tribe back to life is called a dream come true."
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! "So, before the final battle began, my father and these seniors took the initiative to peel off the dream and place it in the sun, moon and stars, waiting to be led by the saints in the future.
After the deduction of the dream comes true, they can be successfully revived from the long river of history. It is a pity that Saint Zhunti has not successfully deduced this magical power until now. I don't know if he is not mature enough or he did it on purpose.
"
Speaking of this, Lu Ya couldn't help but become lonely in his words.
He really wanted to know what happened in ancient times, but neither the inheritance of the demon clan nor the veterans of Beiming were willing to mention it.
He sighed slightly and waved his hand gently in front of him. The overwhelming flames roared out in an instant, covering the hole tightly.
After hearing Lu Ya's words, Manjusri's eyes narrowed in thought.
He knew that when the Holy Spirit made the promise, he never thought about bringing the demon clan back to life.
After all, if such a huge race appears again in the wilderness, it will definitely make the current situation turbulent.
The Three-Legged Golden Crow's outstanding talent, even Buddhism and Heaven cannot compete with it. If there is no virtuous Witch Clan to interact with it, I am afraid that the entire Three Realms will become the cradle of the Golden Crow.
Because of this, after Jie Yin achieved the Hunyuan Realm, he never performed this magical power to fulfill his promise, in order to completely kill the hope of the demon clan in the cradle.
What Lu Ya just said was the truth. The reason why he was not convinced was just to keep hope in his heart.
Thinking of this, Manjusri sighed slightly.
He came to Lu Ya, held his shoulders, his eyes were full of solemnity and formality, looked at Lu Ya and said: "If you put all your hopes on Jie Yin, I'm afraid that I won't be able to let you go from there until the end of time."
To successfully recover in the long river of history, it is better to hold the opportunity firmly in our hands."
Hearing this, Lu Ya was slightly stunned.
When he was about to answer, he found that Manjusri was so close to him that even his breath could blow on his face, which made him feel a little flustered.
Lu Ya pursed his lips and asked curiously: "What can you do? Could it be that you want to use flower arrangements to make your father and uncle into puppets?"
"Don't worry, I'm not crazy."
Manjusri suddenly laughed and put his palm in front of Lu Ya.
As the spiritual essence in the body rotates quietly, a hazy and illusive light gradually condenses along the fingertips.
This kind of light seems to be as illusory as a mirage, appearing extremely elegant amidst the scalding flames.
Lu Ya looked at the light in front of him and felt that it was quite familiar, but he couldn't remember where he had seen it before.
As if seeing the confusion in Lu Ya's eyes, Manjusri explained to him gently: "Have you ever remembered the dream magic powers I used when we fought against the ancestors of Yin and Yang in the Kunlun Mountains?"
Hearing what Manjusri said, Lu Ya seemed to have thought of something, and his eyes instantly brightened.
He looked at Manjusri and asked in disbelief: "Do you want to practice the dream path and use it to deduce that your dreams will come true?"
"That's right." Manjusri nodded calmly.
He waved his hand gently, and the light in his palm was like a star firefly, suddenly scattered without a trace.
"My foundation in the Dream Dao has reached the fourth level of heaven. Although it is not as good as the Medicine Master and Jieyin, it is also better than most living beings who practice this Dao. If I devote all my energy to it in the future, I will not be able to use Journey to the West to measure tribulations.
Successfully deduced this magical power."
Manjusri said the clouds were calm and the wind was gentle, but Lu Ya could feel the hardships inside.
He shook his head resolutely and did not agree: "No, the dream path is difficult and full of dangers. During the deduction process, it is easy to fall into the dream. In addition to being guided, even the pharmacist is not willing to push it easily, but
As you can imagine, practicing this way involves countless dangers."
"Furthermore, the creatures of the Dream Path are extremely rare, and the useful inheritance is even less. Without the protection of strong people on the road ahead, your practice will be full of ups and downs. It will not only waste a huge amount of resources, but also delay your practice progress."
"The most important thing is, well..."
Before Lu Ya could speak, Manjusri directly covered his mouth.
Manjusri's eyes were full of tenderness, and he smiled and said: "It doesn't matter, let me do it."