Chapter 49 Under the bodhi tree, Lu Chen lights the lantern!
Bang!
The blood-stained lion head fell into the mountain, and blood flowed freely.
In the thick blood light, Yang Yu suddenly looked westward into the void. The shadows of the towering trees that suddenly appeared shocked him far more than the battle with the Lion God King.
Beidou is destined to die. For the same level, it can touch the souls that can be killed. For higher levels, it can also give a glimpse of the way of death.
This is why Lord Beidou Star is called the number one killer of Jiuyao.
For a thousand years, he sat quietly on the top of the mountain, practicing in all his incarnations in silence, as if he were transcendent.
But in fact, relying on this magical power, the fights between him and the Lion God King, and even the Taoist priests of the Tianzong, had already happened in his heart thousands of times.
Between victory and defeat, he chose this path, and this battle was just as Beidou pointed out.
The accident he was waiting for never happened.
The Lion God King seemed to have no choice but to choose the ultimate fight...
Yes, at this moment, countless people looked at this place with expressions of shock and horror.
But for Yang Yu, it was the tree shadows that suddenly appeared in the void that attracted his attention even more.
'Lu Chen...'
Far away in the void, the slightly damaged heavenly eye was enough to see through the surging Buddha's light, and saw Lu Chen sitting cross-legged under the tree and breathing.
He had foreseen the death of Jiutian Child Killer more than a thousand years ago.
That battle was also guided by Beidou, and when his blow hurt his origin, he was already destined to die.
[Lu Chen, fighting for nine days under the Bodhi tree, the python swallowed the dragon...]
Thousands of years ago, all the words that Beidou pointed out flashed through my mind.
It was precisely because he knew where he was going to die that he did not pursue the traces of Jiutian's child-killing again in the long years that followed.
And just as reflected in the Beidou, Lu Chen is a calamity from the Nine Heavens. After swallowing his body and soul, Lu Chen seems to have achieved the Eight Extremes.
On this day, there was a storm.
For any practitioner in this world, it is an unforgettable day that can be remembered for many years.
After a thousand years of silence, Yang Prison in Wudou Mountain first fought against Heavenly Execution, and then pursued and killed the Lion God King for hundreds of millions of years.
And finally on the endless mountain, nine lion heads like stars were chopped off.
And almost the front and rear feet,
In the void, there is a great Buddha's light, and an ancient Bodhi tree covered with endless incense and Buddha's light rises from the ground amid the sound of Zen chanting.
Just for a moment, the ancient trees towered into the sky, their lush branches and leaves penetrated the void, covered the sea of clouds, and blocked the skylight, stars and moon.
"Is it the ancient Bodhi tree that Jiutian Shatong took away from Nirvana Mountain in the past years?!"
In Nirvana Mountain, Chi Guotian frowned and looked around, recognizing the ancient tree.
Thousands of years ago, the twilight Emperor Longquan once again opened the mountain to recruit disciples after a secret from heaven. Among them was the Taoist Taoist of Tianzong, Nine Heavens Killing Children.
This great emperor, who took the world name as his own name, gave different teachings and guidance to the various disciples he accepted.
The nine-day boy-killer followed the "two extreme paths" where gods and Buddhas merged. Tens of thousands of years ago, he worshiped in the Nirvana Mountain at that time, and even touched the highest lineage of Buddhism, the "Twenty-Four Heavens."
But in the end, he only took away an ancient Bodhi tree...
"Nine days..."
As the void circulated, an old monk, one foot and two feet tall, carrying a long sword on his back and wearing cassocks, slowly walked out. He clasped his hands and bowed slightly to the west:
"Senior brother, have a good trip..."
The old monk had a sad face, and there seemed to be sadness in his eyes. After bowing, he looked at Yang Yu.
"Mysterious creation aura has endless magical uses, and it does have the ability to break limits. What can restrict our advancement is never these, but heaven and earth!"
"God is kind."
Yang Yu glanced at it coldly.
This old monk has a weak breath, is skinny as a stick, and has an old and wrinkled face. He is almost the same as a secular ascetic.
But under that restrained surface, he saw the compassionate old Buddha sitting in the scent of incense.
But it is one of the three incarnations of Tianzong Taoist, Tianci Monk.
"So, you have never thought about breaking the limit?"
"No, the limit cannot be broken through ordinary methods."
The old monk shook his head slightly and said seriously:
"In extraordinary times, extraordinary things are done. The Lion God King is not inferior to me in talent, but he is too obsessed with the so-called path of his predecessors. That is not the case. Even if you have the great magical power of Beidou and want to kill him with Jiuyao, you will not be able to kill him.
How possible!
Beidou points the way, but whether the road is really smooth or unobstructed still depends on personal practice..."
"maybe."
Of course Yang Yu didn't argue with him. He pressed the knife with one hand and turned his gaze to the west. He glanced at the old monk and then looked into the depths of the sea of stars:
"But, it doesn't hurt to try."
Yang Yu's eyes flashed with a cold meaning.
Separated by the sea of stars, even if he has the speed of magic, he cannot catch up with the golden-winged roc.
Its wings have been flying for ninety thousand miles, but now, it has been flying in the sea of stars for more than a thousand years...
"It really doesn't hurt to try."
The old monk Tianci didn't seem to notice the coldness in Yang Yu's words, but he nodded when he heard the words:
"I have never been shy about helping others. If you are in need, fellow Taoist, you can restrain yourself, and I will kill you immediately!"
"die……"
Yang Yu was neither happy nor angry, because at this moment, 'death' was not a bad word to him.
but……
"It's not enough for you."
Pressing the knife and walking slowly, Yang Yu felt ripples in his heart as he looked at the waves of blood surging among the mountains.
The ceremony of manifesting the saint did not end with the death of the Lion God King, but when he looked around the world, there was no one who could kill him.
In the endless mountains, the blood prison, the underworld, and all the evil giants have long since disappeared...
Wherever he looked, there were four seas and five continents, but everyone he saw had their eyes averted, either in fear or fear.
At this moment, even the Tianzong Taoist who is far away in the sea of stars can only be counted as half.
'Who is it...'
boom!
Before Yang Yu could finish his thoughts, a loud sound came from the void.
His eyes narrowed, and he saw that the Buddha's light was like a waterfall, rising up layer by layer, reaching towards the omnipresent sea of laws between the underworld and the underworld.
At the same time, the spark of faith that had gathered in Nirvana Mountain and even the Western Desert Buddhism for more than 70,000 years suddenly trembled.
Up and down the holy mountain, tens of thousands of temples are shining with light, and all kinds of Buddha statues seem to be trembling no matter where they are.
"The symbol of the Buddha's birth? Killing a boy in the Nine Heavens, what he did is actually of the Buddha's level?!"
The roar of Buddha's light resounded loudly, and all the practitioners who were watching the battle on Wuwu Mountain were in shock and could not help but be stunned.
They can naturally detect that this is the aura of promotion, but Jiutian Killing Boy does not seem to be of a Buddhist level, how can there be such aura?
"Is he actually going to change to a Buddhist level?!"
Seeing the Buddha's light soaring into the sky like a waterfall, not to mention the masters of other ranks, even Zhi Guotian was puzzled.
Buzz~
Buzz~
Lu Chen suddenly opened his eyes as the vast Buddha's light surrounded him.
The dark Wanfa Pavilion, the ancient Bodhi tree, Nirvana Mountain, the Western Desert... and even the death of the Lion God King in the endless mountains...
Scenes after scenes were reflected in his eyes in an instant.
"finally……"
With a breath of turbid air, Lu Chen's heart and mind burned to the max in an instant, and endless energy spurted out from his body.
The untaken rank diagram left behind by Jiutian Child Killer in the Nirvana Mountain shines brightly in his heart.
[Eight Extremes, the Great Self-Heaven...]
"Great Is Heaven!"
On the top of Nirvana Mountain, Chi Guotian's expression suddenly changed, and extremely incredible colors flashed in his eyes.
The twenty-four heavens of Buddhism are just a general term. There were more than twenty-four heavens in ancient Buddhism, and the eight-pole inheritance of Nirvana Temple today does not have as many as twenty-four.
To be precise, the complete and verifiable diagram of the eight extreme levels consists of only the eight great heavens.
Therefore, for more than 70,000 years, the eight pole masters in Nirvana Mountain have become extremely similar.
There were sixteen people in the Shiguo Heaven, twenty-eight in the Sakyamuni Heaven, and even Brahma Heaven had more than one person in the world.
But this is the first time that Great Freedom Heaven appears!
"How can it be the Great Freedom?!"
In the realm of the Six Paths of Reincarnation Xuan Gong, Shi Zuntian's heart was also beating wildly, and for no reason, he felt uneasy in his heart.
Even when Buddhism was at its peak in ancient times, Mahavatar was rarely chosen as a rank diagram.
It’s not that it’s incomplete, it’s that this level is the most terrifying level diagram for Buddhist level masters. It can even be said that there is no other level diagram!
The Great Self-Devil can attain the status of the Great Self-Contained Bodhisattva, but according to ancient legends, in the final nine kalpas of 840 million years, all the Great Self-Devils, regardless of origin, talent, or character, finally became the Great Self-Deviled Demon Lord!
No one has become the Bodhisattva of the Great Self, let alone the Great Self-Respected King Buddha in the world...
"Jiutian is dead!"
"Who is that under the bodhi tree?!"
"There is someone in Nirvana Temple who wants to realize the Great Freedom?! Who is this person and why is he so strange?"
"I remember meeting this man a few years ago! He was an ascetic who led believers and ran around in the wind and sand. He seemed to be called Bodhidharma?"
…
The shock of Zhiguotian and Shizuntian quickly spread to the entire Buddhist sect. From the many old monks who were nearing the end of their lifespan and were in solitary confinement to the novice monks, all of them exclaimed in shock.
The word "Great Freedom" is an indescribable terror to any Buddhist disciple.
This terror does not even come from themselves, but from their rank...
"Buddha, devil!"
Under the bodhi tree, Lu Chen whispered, chewing something.
How could he not know the danger and terror of the Great Freedom, but he had no choice...
At this moment, the struggles and shackles of the past four thousand years all emerged and surged in his mind.
The King of Qin, Ba Zun, Bodhidharma, the sloppy Taoist, Zhang Yuanzhu... Liansheng, and Zhang Xuanba.
How many times, how many years has he lurked in the dark, how many times has he given way, how many years has he been silent...
Finally, at this moment, it turned into a long roar that resounded through the void and sea of clouds.
Buzz!
The brilliant Buddha's light is like fire, burning brightly, not burning anything but itself.
"This is……"
In the endless mountains, Yang Yu's eyes flickered, and somewhere in the Xuan Gong realm, the expressions of Wang Muzhi, Lu Qingting and other old people from Shanhai also changed.
But in the firelight, there were strange or familiar figures walking out of Lu Chen's body.
Among them, there are many famous martial arts masters in the mountains and seas for three thousand years...
This is the foundation of Lu Chen's longevity and the ultimate activation of his magical powers.
But at this moment, he let go of himself, and the energy he had eaten for more than four thousand years dispersed into the void, heaven and earth with that high-pitched roar that reached into the clouds!
His breath also dropped from the extremely high level when he opened his eyes to the lowest level.
But his will and his eyes subsequently climbed to unprecedented heights.
"Comfortable, comfortable, comfortable!"
Under the shadow of the trees covering the sky, Lu Chen's face was flickering, and a kind of joy that he had never experienced surged up in his heart.
Throughout his life, he fought tremblingly, struggled for survival, knelt down to the King of Qin, avoided overlords, welcomed the Emperor of Han, and lived in fear of mercy...
We have always retreated and hid, retreated and dormant, endured and endured, retreated and retreated again, this is the case with mountains and seas, and the same is true with Longquan...
But this time...
Wow!
Under the gaze of various rank masters from all over the world and even Yang Yu, Lu Chen stood up, transformed into Buddha fire, and burned wood into a lamp:
"After living in a cage for a long time, I can regain my freedom!"