(PS: This chapter is made up for yesterday.) ）

The sacred giant walked in the endless jungle.

The twelve stars of the heavens, who carried the glorious giant, cultivated to the spiritual aperture, or had already turned into a catastrophe and became honored, fell with every step of the way. What seems to be a slow march is only one step away, but in fact, it is shrinking into inches, and the surrounding mountains, forests and rivers are dangerously turned into the background of the sacred giant in an instant.

One step is more than a hundred thousand feet!

The saint drove out the eight hundred sects of Tiandong.

The clear blue sky is filled with auspicious clouds, which float and swim with the power of this man who has not manifested his true body for thousands of years.

The auspicious clouds drifted to the Bodhi Academy on Bodhi Mountain, shrouding the 3,000 Bodhi trees that stood straight and comparable to the pillars of heaven under the golden clouds.

Stop at the foot of Bodhi Mountain!

Worship the mountain before worshipping the mountain gate, which is a rule that has been handed down for thousands of years.

In particular, the saint's return from the mountain has destroyed the balance that many top forces in the world have silently maintained for a long time. If there is no fear of attacking like an ordinary cultivator in the six-character sect, there is no need for a reason to kill, I am afraid that the mountains and rivers that are magnificent and make the heroes bend their waists are already full of sorrow.

Looking up at the mountain academy that has stood for thousands of years and has flourished for thousands of years, carrying forward the cultivation of the six-character doorway, the majestic and elegant mountain academy, the head of the twelve stars of the heavens, who carried the holy sword, moved a few steps away.

Although the Wuxiang Dao Sect is dead, there is still a Bodhi ancestor on this mountain.

That's the real Dao Ancestor!

In front of the ancestral court of the Daomen Holy Land, the Tiandong Divine Statue surnamed Chen will be humble and concede three points, and Tianlongxing will not dare to cross the distance of the heavenly moat and be presumptuous and rude.

Draco bowed his hand.

So a dragon's roar spread through the heavens and the earth.

"Wen Academy's sage soul returns to the Nine Heavens, and I, the Holy Lord of Tiandong, lead the ten disciples of Xingchuan to come to mourn the Taoist Sect and return the Buddha Lotus!"

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There is no wind in the College today.

Between the courtyards of the pavilions on the mountain, Bai Aya, who had returned from the Wuxiang Dao Sect, was hanging weakly. At a certain moment, the clean white silk inexplicably vibrate, as if the remaining anger of the Taoist sect was driving away the uninvited guests under the mountain.

There are several white geese in the Bodhi Garden. Taking advantage of Dean Zhuang's absence, they strolled around for half a day, and their neat and uniform voices sang to the sky. Suddenly, a mighty dragon roar came from the sky, accompanied by the breath of extremely terrifying ancient divine beasts, and the white geese screamed and flew up, and they all pounced into the pond. They were completely submerged in the water, wishing they were drowning rather than listening to the horrible dragon's groan.

Thirty miles outside the academy, in the verdant canyon, the red torrent set off a great movement and rushed by. An inconspicuous carriage was slowly coming on the official road, rubbing shoulders with Jiang Manlou's 3,000 red-robed team who didn't know how to keep a low profile.

Jiang Manlou also waved his hand to show warning, but there was no unique aura in the ordinary carriage.

The carriage drove through the canyon and across the Creek Bridge.

The carriage drove across the vast desert wasteland. Suddenly a strong wind rose in the wasteland, and the surrounding gravel and the towering ancient trees in the distance trembled, as if they were surrendering to the carriage.

In the palace of the capital of the Dayan Empire, Yan Bailou, who had just recovered from a serious injury, stood by the quiet small pool, looking at the palace maids and eunuchs who knelt down to accept punishment after their daughter left the palace without authorization, the emperor of the Dayan Empire, who had ignored the government for more than a year, finally moved to kill.

The old man with white hair in the Tianji Pavilion in the imperial capital stood by the mahogany window on the top of the pavilion, looking at the desolate and empty imperial mansion in the royal capital, and behind him was the catastrophe calculated by the evolution of the heavenly machine, and he sighed deeply helplessly.

There is no wind in this world, but there is a wind.

The wind came from the foot of Bodhi Mountain, and after the dragon chant from the foot of the mountain that spread throughout the mountain range, a wind blew a crystal red lotus leaf in the palm of the Tsing Yi Taoist in the holy bowl and floated into the sky.

The wind falls on the mountain academy.

Floating in the sky above the quiet and lonely Bodhi Academy, there is a withered lotus flower, and there is also a very majestic and intimidating dragon chant.

There was no dishonorific in Draco's words.

But in the ears of the academy, there is an unbeatable show of martial power!

After hearing the dragon's groan, the silent and quiet inner courtyard mirror platform and the six-character doorway courtyard were disturbed one after another.

It was the disciples of the academy and the Tsing Yi instructors!

A figure that never left!

In order to avoid the disaster, the academy dismissed the six-character disciples in advance, and asked Jiang Manlou to recruit 3,000 big red robes to escort the departing academy Taoli and Luo Changfeng out of the mountain safely.

But there are 20,000 teachers and students in the college, and there are always some students who are reluctant to leave and can't be driven away.

They may be a little stubborn.

They're getting a little stubborn.

Because the guardian of the academy on this Bodhi Mountain is never only the courtyard knife and its owner.

The academy is full of sentient beings, but they don't know that all sentient beings are guardians!

Those who were left behind appeared like ghosts in front of every Taoist courtyard of the Liuzimen, in front of the seventeen mirror platforms, in front of the library building, in the corners of the winding paths, and in front of the purple bamboo forest leading to the Forgetful River.

No one knew where they were hiding, and when the academy was facing a great enemy, they appeared in line one after another.

They looked at each other's youthful faces. There was no surprise in sight, but a calm that transcended life and death.

They looked at each other and smiled, knowing each other without saying a word.

Then they perceived the oppression and the depression, a terrifying and familiar majesty.

Countless eyes began to look up at the sky with only one auspicious cloud within ten thousand miles, and a petal floated in the sky at some point.

It was one of the petals of the thirty-six lotus recipes, and it was also the last petal.

The petals danced, and behind it was a blank skyline background.

In the eyes of countless eyes, the petals fluttered lightly, fluttering, and suddenly turned into a side that extended to the boundless world of Buddha Lotus.

It was a sky carved with countless Buddhist scriptures, and the light came to the academy.

The sky fell!

When the sky fell, there was naturally a tall man on top of it.

In this academy without a large array of courtyards, the tallest and closest to the sky is an ancient tree with 3,000 bodhi seeds, an ancient tree that has a longer history than the academy.

This Bodhi tree has an inseparable relationship with the Bodhi Ancestor.

There is a legend that the 3,000 Bodhi Seeds are the 3,000 worlds mentioned by Buddhism, and the Bodhi ancestors, who no one knows their whereabouts and dead or alive, live in the 3,000 worlds formed by this Bodhi tree.

Of course, this is just a legend that cannot be verified, and even the information of the old man of Tianji cannot verify the authenticity of this legend.

Regardless of whether the Bodhi Ancestor lived in these three thousand worlds or not, the deep connection between the Ancestor and the Bodhi Tree is an indisputable fact.

For the college, this is enough.

The Buddha Lotus World that descended on the academy was pierced through the hole by the upright Bodhi tree, and it was still falling unstoppable.

As a result, the countless branches of the Bodhi tree, which had three thousand Bodhi seeds, pierced through the Buddha Lotus World one after another. The world that came down was shattered by thousands of eye holes in an instant.

No matter how tattered the sky is, there is always aftermath.

The broken world is getting closer.

The oppression of countless Tsing Yi teachers and students in the college is also becoming more and more intense.

Some people couldn't even withstand this coercion and began to bleed.

The Bodhi Tree is no longer able to hinder the Buddha Lotus World, which is full of countless holes. At this time, the academy needs a pair of hands, a pair of hands that can reach the heavens, to tear apart this broken world, and let the light descend on the world.

The closest thing to heaven in the academy is the Bodhi tree.

In addition to the Bodhi tree, there is also a tall dean in the academy.

Dean Zhuang is very tall.

It's been high.

He stood with his hands in his hands, standing under the three thousand Bodhi trees, looking up at the incomparably familiar Buddha Lotus World. I thought that if my uncle was still here, this Buddha lotus would already be in the palm of my hand, so why bother.

The tall Dean Zhuang sighed softly, and he stretched out his hands.

He passed his hands through one of the holes in the Buddha Lotus World that had descended, and then tore it open with all his might.