Chapter 1349: Heavenly Realm

"Celestial!"

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Tang Zheng hesitated for a long time, and finally named this new world, and a deep sense of pride arose.

This is his world, he is the Creator, and he is the god of this world.

"In the future, after my skills are improved, I must make this world vibrant, not just some small grasses, but all kinds of spirit beasts, fairy grasses. Perhaps, my people can also live in this world, and no one can threaten them. ”

Together, this thought was deeply ingrained in his brain, and it made him feel excited, and if he really achieved this, then he could keep the enemy out.

"This world is opened because of the combination of Heaven Swallowing Technique and Heavenly Book, Heavenly Book is not under my control, Heavenly Emperor and Li Xiao Heavenly Will, I must not leak out the Heaven Swallowing Technique. Otherwise, if the enemy combines these two sets of exercises, he can also come to the Heavenly Realm, then I will not be the only one who controls this Heavenly Realm. ”

Tang Zheng was very smart, and immediately thought of this key point, and became deeply vigilant in his heart.

The most important part of the Heaven Swallowing Technique was hidden in the Langya Pavilion, and there was no way for humans to enter it except for the Dragon Clan, which ensured that he was the only one who could truly cultivate the Heaven Swallowing Technique.

He could not hold back his excitement, unable to explore more information from the heavenly realm, and his consciousness simply returned to the real world.

In the bitter sea, he floated in the sea, and the golden light of his body blended with the blue light, and the blue light was the light emitted by the true qi, which was in stark contrast to the golden light emitted by the Buddha's power.

In the ninth main meridian, the confrontation between Buddha power and Dao power has entered a white-hot stage, and no one will let anyone.

The energy of the Golden Crow Soul had been completely refined by them and became a part of himself, which caused Tang Zheng to still be stuck at the threshold of the Mahayana realm.

The Buddha power and the Dao power are almost the same, and they have both reached the ninth rank of the gods, but because both sides have not broken through, this has caused Tang Zheng's cultivation to not improve.

However, in the dark, Tang Zheng had a clear feeling that his strength was improving.

When he urges the Heavenly Scriptures, the Dao power, or true qi, moves freely, and when he recites the Dizang Sutra, the Buddha power is like an arm.

Both energies were at his command.

The juxtaposition of these two completely different energies in his body created a strange scene.

When the King of Jizo taught him the Jizo Sutra, he never dreamed that there would be such a scene.

The king of Jizo was full of confidence in his Jizo Sutra, believing that Tang Zheng would be influenced by the scriptures and thus be tempered by the Jizo Sutra when he recited the Jizo Sutra day and night.

This so-called degree is a change from the inside out, the consciousness will change, and the body will also undergo earth-shaking changes.

His true qi that he has cultivated for many years will be transformed into Buddha power by the Jizo Sutra.

This is a secret that many people do not know, and the king of Jizo has not revealed it.

The King of the Earth has always believed that his own Earth Treasure Sutra is the true meaning of the Great Dao of Heaven and Earth, and it is naturally a matter of course to transform other skills, and it is a matter of great benefit to Tang Zheng.

This is for the benefit of Tang Zheng, not for him.

Therefore, King Jizo had a good heart.

King Jizo definitely didn't expect that Tang Zheng would get the supreme martial art, the Book of Heaven, by chance, and he could actually compete with the Jizo Sutra, thus causing a huge balance to appear in Tang Zheng's body, allowing the two energies to coexist.

Of course, this kind of coexistence is not peaceful, but competitive, but no one can help anyone.

Tang Zheng didn't have the heart to think about this, and after seeing that the two energies had experienced a white-hot confrontation, he still couldn't help the other party, and gradually died down.

He simply didn't pay attention to them, anyway, they couldn't hurt him for the time being, and all his thoughts fell on the sea of suffering.

If you get rid of this sea of suffering, it is the most important thing.

Previously, he believed that the Jizo Sutra was the key to escape the sea of suffering, but now he seems to be too optimistic.

Although the Jizo Sutra has brought many changes, it has not allowed him to get out of this ghost place.

Looking at the vast sea of suffering, he was almost desperate, whether it was the Book of Heaven or the Book of the Earth, there was no way, did he really want to be trapped in the sea of suffering all the time?

Li Xiaotian is still waiting for him to save it.

If she doesn't show up for a long time, what if something happens to her?

Even if she is safe and sound, what if she goes to be reincarnated?

She drank Meng Po soup and was reincarnated, so what was the use of him finding her, in case she was reincarnated as a man, could it be that he still wanted to love a man?

He struggled in agony.

Time flies, and there is nothing to do.

In the world, changes come too fast.

In the ghost world, the turmoil has not subsided, but there is a tendency to intensify, but the king of Jizo has the power to conquer the world, and finally suppressed most of the resistance forces, leaving only a small poke of resistance forces to hide in Tibet.

Li Xiaotian followed the king of Jizo to fight in the south and the north, and his footprints measured almost every corner of the ghost world, and the vastness of the ghost world is difficult to describe in words.

After seeing so much, her mood changed drastically.

If it is said that in the past, she was resourceful, far-sighted, thinking about what others thought, and even thinking about what others did not think.

Now, she can almost be called a demon.

The depth of resourcefulness is terrifying.

She made several statements to the Jizo King, analyzing the situation, and she was even better than the Jizo King, which impressed the Jizo King.

When King Song Jiang, who has always thought he was wise and responsible, saw this scene, he suddenly had the feeling that the back waves of the Yangtze River were slapping the front waves on the beach.

His role seems to be getting smaller and smaller, but the king of Jizo still does not deprive him of his status as an envoy, as if he wants to convince him to witness the success of the king of Jizo.

Li Xiaotian did not submit to the king of Jizo, and still insisted on her beliefs, but she practiced her strategy in actual combat and gained a lot.

The ghost world is equivalent to the battlefield where she practiced.

However, she was sure in her heart that no matter how powerful her strategy was and how powerful she was, she would not be able to completely extinguish the flame of resistance.

In fact, it is.

She occasionally misses Tang Zheng, he knows that the King of Jizo has locked Tang Zheng in the Sea of Bitterness, but how to go to the Sea of Suffering, she doesn't know.

She devoted herself to the study of the Dizang Sutra, as if hoping that the Dizang Sutra could give her boldness and lead her to find the sea of suffering.

After all, the King of Jizo has cultivated the Sea of Suffering, so she can freely trap people in the Sea of Suffering, and if she also devotes herself to cultivating the Jizo Sutra, maybe one day the Jizo Sutra will give her the answer.

King Jizo's deep gaze often stared at Li Xiaotian for a long time, without saying a word, and even, in the end, he didn't say a word.

But he had already seen through Li Xiaotian's thoughts, but he didn't object, or rather, he didn't make a statement. He believed that Li Xiaotian's devout understanding of the Jizo Sutra would one day be transformed by the Jizo Sutra.

Tang Zheng had long forgotten the concept of time, and his mind was sometimes immersed in the sea of suffering, sometimes going to the heavenly realm, going back and forth between the two worlds.

Suddenly, one time when his gaze rested on the grass, his gaze stopped, firmly intrigued.

Those little grasses were just an attempt by him to achieve, and he didn't take it to heart. After all, for a person, Xiaocao is really an ordinary existence, and it really doesn't deserve too much attention.

Therefore, when his gaze inadvertently fell on the grass this time, the look of shock in his eyes was indescribable.

"This ...... What's going on?"

He was stunned.

A pair of pupils are completely occupied by grass.

"Grass, is this still the grass I created?" he muttered.

In fact, he will take the initiative to perceive any movement in the ghost world, or any change.

However, this time he had no choice for a long time, his heart was impetuous, and his mind was almost completely occupied by how to get out, so it caused a suddenness.

It was precisely this suddenness that surprised him now and almost dropped his jaw into the sea of misery.

I saw that the most ordinary grass in the world had undergone earth-shaking changes, the stems and leaves had become larger, full of green, and exuding a faint green light.

This is a situation that does not occur in the human world, and even if there is a genetic mutation, such an outrageous thing will never occur.

Where these are still grasses, it's just another kind of thing.

This was not the most surprising to him, he was even more amazed by the strong smell on the grass.

Generally, the spiritual grass that conquers the heavens and the earth will contain spiritual energy, such as the heavenly fragrance flower he picked on Chang Heng at the beginning.

Because of the aura it contains, there are even red chain snakes that try to keep it for themselves, so as to protect it firmly.

The breath contained in this mutated grass is different from the aura, but it has the same effect, because what this grass exudes is the power of the stars, which is a higher energy than the aura.

"The power of the stars, how can this little grass exude the power of the stars?"

Tang Zheng couldn't cry or laugh, the power of the stars is contained in the stars, and it is not in this world, anyway, he has been observing this world for a long time, there is no night, the sky has always been very bright, and there are no stars.

If there are no stars, where is the power of the stars?

"Could it be that this world can generate the power of the stars?" he had a whim, and immediately concentrated his energy on this world.

However, except for the power of the stars emanating from these small grasses in front of him, he didn't even see the ghost shadow of the power of the stars in other places.

"Don't worry about it for now, since the creatures of this world can generate the power of the stars, it will definitely be good for me. The power of the stars is much better than the aura, how can I miss this great opportunity in vain. ”

So, he was preoccupied and his mind settled on these little grasses, and the power of the stars floated up like wisps of light smoke and disappeared into the air.

At the same time, he immediately had a part of the power of the stars in his body.

True Qi is no stranger to the power of the stars, as soon as he saw it, he immediately refined the power of the stars, and with the improvement of his cultivation, the refining speed of the power of the stars has increased greatly.

The grass lost the power of the stars, and immediately withered, turning into a wisp of yellow grass, and there was no previous spirituality at all.

With the power of the stars, the true qi has increased greatly, and it seems that the limit may be broken at any time.

He realized that he would not give up halfway, although taking away the power of the stars would cause the grass to wither, but he still had to do it.

After a while, all the grass on that meadow withered, and the power of the mighty stars was transformed into true qi, rumbling, like a big river, rushing endlessly.