No way!

This was the first thought that popped into Yang Jin's mind after hearing the sad words. Because the legend of the gods and the sacred lake can be heard anywhere in the snowy region, no matter how you think about it, it is just one of the countless beautiful stories made up by the world.

She had heard it when she was a child, but she never believed it.

However, at this moment, there was no joke on the face of this powerful female cultivator from Yashan in front of her, and although there was a bit of unspeakable strangeness in those clear and lofty eyes, they were full of serious solemnity.

So Yang Jin had a ridiculous idea in his heart.

She seemed to be telling the truth. Perhaps this monk from the Middle Regions had already met the gods of their snowy regions, and perhaps she really had a way of making the gods of the sacred lake visible......

"If you can really make the gods visible, the gods will naturally tell us where the Son is going, and show us the way. Yang Jin looked at her, but his voice trembled a little because of the faint hope that suddenly rose, "What the Holy Son represents is the Holy Buddha. All the people of the snowy land, it is he who believes. As soon as the Son appears, all the people inside and outside the mandala will be awakened, and their faith and incense will be transferred to the Son. In this snowy land, no one is above the Son. Even the Treasure Seal Dharma King who holds the Hou Tu Seal. ”

I see.

The Son of the Divine Son is the place where countless believers in this snowy region want to worship, and it is also the place where all the Dharma kings are located, and the temple is erected because of him, and the holy mountain rises because of him.

As long as he is there, no one can steal faith from him!

When I saw sorrow, I remembered the boy who casually handed him a bouquet of snow lotus flowers behind the temple, on the shore of the holy lake, shouted "Chago Suba", and recognized her as a friend.

There was also a rumor of the Tantric Sect in the Polar Domain......

"Eighty-one years later, you will become my best friend, and you will be my nirvana. ”

In the dark, all the details collided seamlessly.

In the Polar Domain, Zong Tu informed the assertion from the Holy Son Shanye in advance that the old woman who had left a last wish about the blue delphinch for the Buddha's mother on her deathbed, and many years later broke out in the snowy region of the dispute and sneaked into the snowy region, and then met the young Holy Son Shanya, and picked a bunch of blue delphiniums after the vision he saw in the holy lake......

All the way to this point.

Seeing sorrow and even some disbelief, everything he was experiencing at the moment seemed to have been calculated by the Holy Son Shanya, and there was no surprise.

It's just that she didn't resist or resent it.

Because, from the beginning to the end, she did not find a single malicious conspiracy in this matter, on the contrary, she felt only a clean kindness.

"The Son of the Son......

Looking down at the endless, tidal stream of snowy believers below, seeing that the feeling in his heart was complicated to the extreme, he couldn't help but mutter.

Zen Master Xuelang and the others, like Yang Jin, didn't expect that she would say that she had a way to say such a thing. Qu Zhengfeng is okay, Lao Cheng is serious, he didn't show any expression, Xiao Hui Seng has already stared at his eyes, and he can't believe his ears.

Yang Jin's gaze never took his eyes off her.

At this moment, I didn't care to ask her when she had seen it and why she knew, so she just asked earnestly: "Seeing the sorrowful Daoyou, are you really sure that you know?"

"No, I'm not sure. Seeing that he laughed, he was not afraid of scaring Yang Jin, so he shook his head directly, just before Yang Jin changed, he added, "But I have seen it before, it is true, if the 'god' you said is the same as the 'god' I thought." Moreover, a dead horse is used as a live horse doctor, and it is better to have a way than not to have a way. ”

Okay, it seems to be the truth, but why do you think there is something wrong? I blinked, and I thought about it for a long time, but I didn't come up with a reason.

I was worried but didn't explain more.

She looked at the rest of the people and said, "In this situation, I am afraid that there will be many more plans to act, Zen Master, His Majesty the Sword Emperor, Senior Yang Jin, why don't I wait to find a slightly more secure place to make a plan first, and then act?"

Zen Master Xuelang, Qu Zhengfeng, and Yang Jin naturally have no opinions.

But when he was about to leave, he looked at the people below who were reverently chanting, but his face was unbearable, and he hesitated, wanting to say something.

After seeing it, he said lightly: "I can't save it." ”

As soon as she said this, she herself was stunned for a moment, obviously remembering the person who had said a word.

Zen Master Xuelang looked at her calmly.

But she had already turned and descended to the other side of the cliff: "At least not now." ”

The dawn of a new day is near.

It's just that no matter how brilliant the light of the sky erupted from the ground, it couldn't attract the believers inside and outside the mandala to take a look, and they described that there was no more spirit on their withered faces, but there was still fanatical piety in their eyes, and one golden light after another drew their little strength, all of which converged in the huge formation on the firmament.

On the holy mountain, the temple stood tall and silent.

A monk in a red robe watched from the snow-white ridge of the holy mountain, and some walked on the mountain path, but their eyes were always staring downward.

Higher up, a huge pit was dug.

At the bottom of the pit there were people on top of each other, and people were piled up, and the wails were already connected, but in the majestic chanting at the bottom of the mountain, it seemed so insignificant that it was difficult to even hear it.

Some of them were covered in blood and had already passed out, some of them were still open, but their two pupils were already dull, numb and calm, and some of them had broken their hands and feet and crawled on others, trying to climb out of this huge pit, but before they could climb to the edge, they were kicked back by the monks guarding the pit and fell into the crowd below......

The sound of pleading, crying, praying......

The young, the old, and even the ignorant children of three or five years old are all here, like an underground purgatory.

The light of heaven and earth shone down from on high, but it could not dispel their fears. Among the countless people, there was only one white-haired old man who was about to die, blinked in fear, looked up and saw the light that fell obliquely into the deep pit, and tears welled up in his eyes.

His shriveled lips trembled, and he shouted only in that hoarse voice:

"Holy Son, Holy Son, we will take refuge in you, take refuge in the Buddha, save us, save us!"

But such a sound could not be heard even by the closest person to him, and he soon drowned in the torrent of despair, and could not find half a trace of it......

The stairs are high, one heavy and one heavy, leading to the temple.

The early morning sunlight passed through the high formation on the sky and turned into a terrible and eerie red, and fell on the entrance of the Hall of the Sage in the center of the temple, but it was only three feet into it, and it could no longer advance half a minute.

The temple was dark, as if it were a substance.

The dark golden rune water outlined ancient and vicissitudes of life on the ground, one after another, in a circle, and overlapped around the huge Buddha statue in the center, and the red-clothed lamas sat cross-legged on the ground, trying to bless them.

So all the runic water flowed like a small river.

In the entire gloomy hall, the supreme Brahma sounded, intertwined with the magnificent chanting in the mandala at the foot of the holy mountain, and it was impossible to distinguish each other.

Wearing a crimson robe, the Treasure Seal Dharma King sat in the center of the formation, in front of the Buddha statue, the golden Sanskrit characters painted on the robe with a special material, and the dark golden rune water in the formation jumped and flowed, giving people an indescribable solemnity.

Middle-aged face with deep sunken cheeks, high temples, and drooping eyes.

In the past days, under the eyes of countless believers in the snowy region, this face was undoubtedly the face of the Buddha, but at this moment, there were strange black qi gushing out from the formation around him, along his limbs close to the ground, climbing up his neck, and crawling all the way to his face, like one after another hideous centipedes, converging to the center of his eyebrows.

The more the black qi gathered, the more vicious the form became.

As if he was suffering from some kind of torture, the face of the Treasure Seal Dharma King already showed a bit of unbearable pain.

However, he gritted his teeth and endured it.

No one can refuse.

No one wants to say no.

This is the opportunity given to him by the true gods of the universe, so that he can truly break away from this painful body and completely become the embodiment of heaven and earth, and become the embodiment of supreme reason!

Since entering the Buddhist Gate for thousands of years, and even experienced the most glorious and brilliant era at the turn of ancient times and modern antiquity, he watched the mediocrity of the Eight Poles soar, watched the green leaf demon soar, and even the silence that was originally nothing also soared.

But he didn't.

For hundreds of years, he has been trapped in the boundary, for hundreds of years, it has been difficult to move forward, hundreds of years have passed, he is still the treasure seal king of Tantra, and he can't touch the illusory gate of the Shangxu Immortal Realm!

How can you be willing?

How can I accept my fate?

If the way of heaven is unfair, the rules are unfair, then it is time to let the original master of this universe take charge of everything, destroy this eyeless way of heaven, destroy this ignorant world, and eliminate all those who dare to stop him!

It doesn't matter if it's the world, or the way of heaven, or the Buddha who is watching him from above, but never has mercy on him!

Hundreds of black qi crawled out of the ground where the formation was tightly attached, as if crawling out of the darkest part of the human heart, condensed little by little in the center of his eyebrows, and the shape became clearer and clearer.

It turned out to be a weird black eye!

There is no brilliance, no look, it seems to be a dead thing with no life at all, but it seems to be a void space that no one can peep into on the other side, vast and vast. The black-eyed master was in this space, peeking at the absurd world through the eyebrows of the Treasure Seal Dharma King......

The sun rises higher and higher, but it never illuminates the deep darkness of the temple, and the cold sky light cannot melt the eternal ice and snow on this plateau, only adding a strange and miserable white to this silent and noisy snowy area.

At the foot of the mountain on the side of the holy mountain, Yang Jin handed a magic conch to Jianchou: "You must have guessed that this thing is a holy object common to the temple, and it is closely related to Tantra, and it cannot be detected by the method of exclusion who holds this thing, so as long as you hold this object when you sneak in for a while, you will not be detected by the protective array of the temple." ”

Seeing sorrow, he stretched out his hand to take it and tried it.

It turns out that this magic conch is an ownerless thing, and it can't be recognized by dripping blood, as long as it is injected with spiritual power, it can be activated, and it automatically emits a circle of soft light.

As soon as her mind moved, the light suddenly disappeared, and only the breath that belonged to the magic conch was still floating in the void.

Previously, Yang Jin used this object to shelter them and emit light, so that they could clearly know the range covered by the light of the conch, in fact, when using it, they only needed to emit enough breath, and having the light of the law would hinder them.

At the moment they were in a dense forest at the foot of the mountain, cold and inaccessible, and there was not a single believer in sight, not a single monk in sight, not even snakes, insects, rats and ants.

A day had passed, and their plans had been discussed.

Finding the Holy Son is the key to winning this battle, but if it doesn't succeed, they still have to find a way to destroy this terrifying formation in the mandala, and the key to destruction is in the temple.

According to the understanding of the formation, each formation should have an eye of the formation, and the person who wants to know the new secret will not be so stupid, and set the eye of the formation in the mandala that anyone can enter, so it is bound to be set on the holy mountain, and at the mercy of the formation, it should be located in the center of the temple.

There are two main functions.

The first is the sacrifice, which is mainly to sacrifice the gathered power to a certain existence, but it is not yet known which existence it is; the second is to open, according to Yang Jin, the temple of the sage used to be the place where the tantric monks were sent to the extreme reincarnation to practice, and to gain insight and strength in the reincarnation, and the array was set up in the hall of the sage, which must be to use the power of sacrifice to open the door of the two worlds of yin and yang.

Regardless of whether Xinmi set up this array for sacrifice or to open it, it was not good news for them.

Fight, and fight immediately.

A little later, God knows what will happen.

Therefore, after the discussion, everyone had already built a teleportation array in the secret place as quickly as possible, and carefully investigated the situation around the holy mountain to make sure that there were no more abnormalities, and then regathered here.

The plan they finally set was simple and simple, and it was thrilling and terrifying.

Since she knew how to make the gods in the holy lake visible, she should naturally sneak into the temple again, go to the holy lake to awaken the gods, and then seek the trace of the Holy Son.

Once the Son appears, he can take away the power of the Holy Sacrifice of Shinmi.

Because the people who were originally pious in chanting did not know why they were chanting, and their power was also a masterless force, and there was no direction. But the Holy Son, as the son of a hundred Buddhas, is immortal in the legends of the snowy region for thousands of years, and almost everyone has his shadow in their hearts, as long as he can appear in front of everyone's eyes and believe in the power of incense, he will immediately turn because of the piety in his heart.

At that time, with such a majestic power, even the Treasure Seal Dharma King who holds the Hou Tu Seal will not have the ability to control it. If you want to destroy the new secrets, it will naturally be as easy as a finger.

"Just in case, you should be prepared with both hands. Qu Zhengfeng sat opposite everyone else, glanced at the sorrowful man who was playing the game, and said, "It's a big taboo to go deep alone, things are going well, and it is naturally easy to say that it is easy to call out that mysterious holy son." But what if it doesn't work?"

"No, I'll naturally retreat. ”

Although she felt in her heart that this could not be done, just because someone had predicted to her what was going to happen more than 80 years ago. But after all, this kind of thing can't be said, and no one knows what the variables are, so she only smiled at the solemn looks.

"It's a matter of survival, and you can't be sloppy in your every move. Once I see the Holy Son, I will inform you of the news with the transmission spirit bead, and it will take time for the teleportation array to open, and someone must stay here to take care of it, just in case, so I will be bothered by Zen Master Xuelang and His Majesty the Sword Emperor. As for the ...... in the temple"

When she said this, her expression suddenly became a little stranger, and her eyes fell on Yang Jin's body, and then on Sora's body.

At this moment, there was an inexplicable chill behind the emptiness.

"See, see Sister Worried, why do you suddenly look at the little monk like this?"

"It's just that I thought of another way to hit the west. Seeing the sorrowful smile, he couldn't see the solemn pressure before the big battle at all, "His Majesty the Sword Emperor is right, I went deep alone and went to the temple, it is really a bit dangerous, once I am discovered, the consequences are unimaginable." But if someone else had attracted the attention of Xinmi somewhere else, or even attacked me at the same time, and destroyed their formation in the temple, it would have been much safer. ”

"Huh?"

He never thought he was a smart head, and when he heard this, he hadn't turned the corner at all, he blinked, a little stunned, and it took a long time to react.

"Senior sister, you don't want the little monk to go!"

"Yes, that's you. ”

Seeing that sorrowful face, a rare smile appeared a little narrow, and under this hazy sky, it showed an extraordinary brightness.

"You and Yang Jin's seniors, the soldiers are divided into two ways, and they quietly touch up from the left and right sides of the holy mountain respectively, until they reach the Sage Hall where the eye of the array is located. It doesn't matter if you can't understand the formation, you will always kill, right?"

"Kill, kill, this little monk won't ......"

When he heard the word "kill", his face turned a little whiter, and he shook his head again and again.

Seeing that he was speechless, he changed his words: "Then there will always be a beating, right?"

"Yes. But after thinking about it, he returned to the previous question, "But I am worried about the senior sister, and the little monk has cultivated to the end of the ......."

"It's okay, it's fine for you to go. ”

Seeing that I was not worried at all, I couldn't help but laugh when I saw Sora's nervous and cramped appearance.

Zen Master Xuelang also laughed.

Only Yang Jin and Qu Zhengfeng, after all, had no contact with emptiness in the past, and knew nothing about the power of emptiness, and were a little puzzled and dazed.

But neither the sorrow nor the Xuelang Zen Master had the meaning of explanation.

The sunset on the horizon quickly sank into the west, and in the middle of the night on the third day of leaving the sea of stars tomorrow, they finally began the most substantial action.

Seeing sorrow, he went to the holy lake to find the Holy Son;

Zen Master Xuelang and Qu Zhengfeng stayed in place, waiting for the message to be transmitted, and at the same time they were the real followers of this battle;

Yang Jin and the empty space infiltrated to assist and disperse the pressure of worry.

Each of the five has its own responsibilities, and it is very clear.

When she quietly stepped on the holy mountain again with the conch, she thought that she would be very nervous, because she was about to face an unknown battle of life and death, and she was not absolutely sure of winning, but in fact, at this moment, her heart was extremely calm.

The blue delphinium blooms at night like a bird about to fly.

She bent down and picked a bunch, not to plunge into a fierce battle that would surely ignite the entire Nineteen Continents, but to go to a long-lasting appointment to meet a "close friend" who had made her curious for eighty-one years but had never been strange.