"For so many years, the Taiyin True Spirit has not shown the corresponding effect, causing me to forget about it, and now it seems that maybe the rumors are true, sublimation has been happening imperceptibly, but it has not reached a qualitative change opportunity, so it has not been revealed. Pen ~ Fun ~ Pavilion www.biquge.info And now, I have failed to cross the eighth thunder tribulation to refine the soul and become a god, although the soul has the breath of the original god, but it is not complete, like the soul between the gods, but it has achieved such an opportunity! ”

Just when Bai Fan's mind was in a hurry, the situation in his body had changed again, and he saw a white crystal the size of a thumb spinning and floating in the sea of qi, and after nine turns, it suddenly disappeared in the void with a shock. The next moment, when Bai Fan sensed its breath again, he found that it had appeared directly in the Soul Palace.

You must know that at this time, Bai Fan's Soul Palace has not yet been connected to the other two palaces, and is in a completely closed and independent space, and the crystallization of this Taiyin True Spirit has broken through the barrier and directly entered it, which is really extremely strange and mysterious.

Exhaling lightly, Bai Fan closed his eyes slightly, his mind was calm, and he sank into his soul.

At this moment, he found that his soul was between demigods and half-souls, and although the tribulation failed, the Thunder Yuanyang he absorbed from it had been integrated into the divine soul and preserved.

At this moment, the white crystal formed by the Taiyin True Spirit suddenly cracked, and the mysterious white mist inside directly dispersed, and then continuously melted into his divine soul.

"Chaos Hongmeng, Pangu opens the sky!"

As if there was a roar from the ancient extreme, behind Bai Fan, a huge phantom was born, he stood in chaos, rough and majestic, holding a stone axe, and his eyes were not easy to forbear.

He stood there, his eyes swept lightly, as if from the past, through the endless years, a clumsy aura suddenly filled the entire space.

Who is he?

God Emperor Pangu!

The power of the Yin Yuan of the Taiyin True Spirit completely burst out, and the spiritual power like a landslide and tsunami penetrated into every corner of the divine soul in an instant, Bai Fan's divine thoughts extended infinitely, and suddenly time and space reversed, and he saw a scene of divine ancients.

"Heaven and earth are chaotic like chickens, and Pangu is born in them. 18,000 years old, heaven and earth are opened, yang is clear for the sky, and yin is turbidity for the earth. Pangu is in it, nine changes a day, God is in the sky, and the earth is holy. The number of days is extremely high, the number of places is extremely deep, and Pangu is extremely long. Hush is wind and rain, blowing is thunder and lightning, opening eyes for day, closing eyes for night. After death, the bone joints are mountains and forests, the body is rivers and seas, the blood is Huai Desecration, the hair is grass and trees, the air is wind clouds, the sound is thunder, the left eye is the sun, and the right eye is the moon......"

Open the heavens and the earth, the flood is born, there is the sky above the sky, there is the earth in the depths of the earth, the vicissitudes of the sea, and all living things are born......

In the sky, in the earth, in the sea, beyond the mountains...... At the moment when Pangu fell, how much time and earth were born, and how many fresh lives were born? I am afraid that the avenue above the void cannot be fully understood.

A person has evolved a world, and from his birth to death, it is the birth and death of the first epoch of the universe!

It was the era of him alone, lonely, persistent, and savored.

From beginning to end, Bai Fan's heart was like an ancient well, unharmed, but his divine sense, thoughts, and divine soul were constantly expanding, constantly expanding, and fundamental changes were undergoing fundamental changes.

It wasn't until the divine soul infinitely expanded to the size of the Pangu Phantom behind him that the two suddenly fused together.

"Bang!"

A soft muffled sound sounded faintly in the Soul Palace......

It was as if a bubble in the chaos had been punctured, and it was as if a world had been born, and with this gentle sound, refining the soul into a god, Bai Fan had completed it without a thunderstorm.

At this moment, the world is long, and the wind and clouds are lonely.

Bai Fan opened his eyes, fell from the sky, left the thunderclouds, and stood on the top of a high mountain.

He stretched out a palm and shook it towards the void in the sky, and suddenly a thundercloud in the sky exploded directly, leaving a pitch-black void in the void.

"All things are born and died in the palm of your hand, from ancient times to the present, in the long river of time, if someone really reaches the realm of the other side, it can only be Pangu...... Oneiroi, do you think I've failed? The so-called misfortune and blessing rely on, hehe...... I really want to thank you. Compared to the Pangu True Spirit, what is the Destiny of Heaven Yuan God? Primitiveness is the real return to the origin. If you don't open the heavens and split the earth, Tianyan Avenue is fifty, how can you come to heaven, how can you come to fate?! ”

A hint of a smile appeared on the corner of Bai Fan's mouth, and after a while, the smile gradually expanded, and finally turned into a light laugh, a big laugh, and a wild laugh......

Resounding all over the world!

After a while, when the laughter stopped, Bai Fan's body moved and teleported out of the wilderness.

He didn't go to Hong Yi, but came to the seaside city where they set off that day, and stayed, and the Qiankun cloth bag was a test he handed over to Hong Yi, so he would only sit and wait for the final result, and would not interfere again.

However, the next volume of the present Rulai Sutra in the Qiankun cloth bag is his inevitable thing, and if Hong Yi fails, he will go and get it himself.

At the same time, the western frontier of Daqian, the camp of Shazhou.

In the big tent of the Chinese army, Yang Tuo, the great god of might, and Bai Fan, the god of the illusion of Puzhi, were talking eloquently.

Yang Tuo, the king of divine power, is the peak martial saint at the age of twenty, and he is the little imperial uncle of Yang Pan, the son of heaven. He is now in his fifties and sixties, but he looks to be in his early twenties, and his skin is extremely delicate.

This makes people look at it, and they will definitely not think that he is a general who commands the army, but a well-maintained gentleman. It's just that his eyes, as deep as the sea, flickering from time to time, but like an eagle in the sky, soaring freely, high above, so that ordinary people will have a sense of awe when they see it. I saw him sitting on a chair, holding the armrests with both hands, and said with a smile:

"This time, I am at war with the country of Huoluo, and the rest are not worried, only the master of the Jingyuan Temple is like a forest, and the magic weapon Yunyun is not slightly weaker than the Great Chan Temple in the past, especially its Pope and Yuanqi God, are all ghosts and immortals who have more than five thunder tribulations, and Rao is thousands of troops and horses can't stop them at all, so this king specially invited His Majesty, please ask His Excellency Shenwu Hou to come and sit in the town, and when the war is in the future, he will have to rely on Hou Ye more."

Hearing this, Pu Zhi imitated Bai Fan's god and replied lightly: "The Pope of the Jingyuan Temple and the Great God of Yuanqi, I will solve it." However, the entire Western Regions up and down, hundreds of countries, a holy place, a temple, have their own splendid culture, and there are many masters, don't be careless, I can come and go, but I can't guard the territory of thousands of miles alone. ”

King Shenwei guarded the Western Regions, operating in Shazhou and Chizhou for more than 20 years, and it was deeply rooted, and this time the commander of the war between Daqian and Huoluo was still him, and Emperor Qian transferred Bai Fan over just to let him deal with the master of Jingyuan Temple. Pu Zhi and Bai Fan both know this, and they don't have the intention of fighting for power and profit, they just take this opportunity to clean up the vitality of the gods, so Pu Zhi also has a good deal with Yang Tuo at this time.

When Yang Tuo heard this, he laughed and said: "This Hou Ye can rest assured, this time it is not only our Daqian who is eyeing the Jingyuan Temple, the masters of the Yunmeng Holy Land Xuantian Pavilion, Tianlong Dao and other sects have already heard the news, and it is rumored that the Dream God Machine may also appear this time, and there are even rumors that the Great Zhou Taizu who fled back then also appeared in the Western Regions, no matter what, the muddier the water is, the more beneficial it is for us, let them fight until the sky is dark, let's wait for the work at ease, and reap the benefits of the fisherman." ”

"Great Zhou Taizu?" Pu Zhi groaned for a moment when he heard this name, but he didn't pay much attention to it, then nodded slightly, and after saying something indifferent to Yang Tuo, he said goodbye and left, returning to his camp.

On the other side, Bai Fan waited for nearly a month before Hong Yi and Chan Yinsha came to join him.

"Teacher, this is the Qiankun cloth bag." Hong Yi handed Bai Fan a strange big bag, and said that behind him, in addition to the Zen silver yarn, there was also a great monk who was full of qi and blood.

Twenty years after the destruction of the Great Chan Temple, the monk at the peak of the Martial Saint is really very rare, he is half-hidden behind Hong Yi, secretly looking at Bai Fan, his eyes are both hatred and fear, mixed with some other complex colors that are difficult to understand.

"The remnants of the Great Chan Temple, are you a forbearant monk?"

Bai Fan glanced at him lightly, there was no fluctuation on his face, a mere martial saint, in his eyes was no different from an ant, naturally he would not bother to pay much attention, he took the pocket from Hong Yi's hand and looked at it.

This pocket is not silk or hemp, the color is very strange, it seems to be leather, but it is not the skin of any kind of animal, the more Bai Fan looks, the more he feels that the material of the cloth bag seems to be human skin!

This large bag is tightly tied by a rope that seems to be tendons, and it seems that it is not the tendons of animals, but the tendons of people.

A trace of huge pure yang power faintly escaped from the pocket, that skin is the skin of human immortals, and that tendon is the tendon of human immortals!

"Qiankun cloth bag, Qiankun cloth bag, the one who gets the cloth bag gets the Qiankun, the world thinks that the Qiankun cloth bag collects the past and future three scriptures of the Great Zen Temple, so there are such rumors, but who has really gotten it?"

Bai Fan's fingers gently stroked the person's skin, and said quietly, and then, he made a move that surprised everyone.

Bang!

There was a bang that resounded within a radius of ten miles, and Bai Fan blasted out with a punch in front of Hong Yi and everyone, and directly smashed this Qiankun cloth bag that could be called an artifact.

The skin of the human immortal in the entire Qiankun cloth bag was blown to pieces from the outside in.

"Teacher, what are you ......" Hong Yi was dumbfounded, completely incomprehensible.

But the next moment, he was even more surprised.

A page of dark gold shines, like a Bayeux scripture, floating out of the human skin pocket compartment, faintly, drawing a head standing, step by step lotus, one point to the sky, one point to the ground, like heaven and earth, the only majestic Buddha.

The universe is broken, such as the appearance, this page of scriptures fell in his hands, Bai Fan's mind was faint, and he finally collected the past, present, and future of the Great Zen Temple. (To be continued.) )