A disciple from the True Divine Land, ranked first in the First Martial Arts of the Holy Clan......

The young and handsome men of the human race looked at each other, what is the concept of the true god disciple, think about the gap between the descendants of Tianzun and the descendants of the king of the realm, the gap between the descendants of the true gods and the descendants of Tianzun is also very different.

Thinking of this, the young junjie present were all a little drummed in their hearts, they repeatedly thought that Lin Ming would definitely do it, but the gap between the human race and the holy race was too big.

Not to mention the Holy Son of Creation, even the young man in brocade clothes in front of him is definitely not easy to match.

Seeing the shocked expressions on the faces of several young Junjie of the human race, the woman in the feather coat was very satisfied, she said with a smile: "Senior Brother Naqi, in my Holy Clan, there is the title of Emperor, you are not from the Holy Clan, I don't know the meaning of the word 'Emperor', this is personally awarded by the Holy Emperor of Creation, if it weren't for Senior Brother Naqi's age being much younger than Senior Brother Wumo, the name of the Holy Son of Creation may not fall on Senior Brother Naqi's head!" Hmph, the Great Tribulation has fallen, my Holy Clan has been affected by the Great Tribulation, and now there are many talents, Senior Brother Naqi and Senior Brother Wumo are the two most dazzling new stars in this great world, and the difference between them is only the difference in age!"

The woman in the feather coat obviously admired the young man in brocade very much, and when she said this, the young junjie present felt great pressure.

It is said that the first martial arts meeting of the human race this time is the most prosperous one in tens of millions of years, except for Lin Ming, Little Demon Immortal, Bing Meng, Xing Idiot, Jun Biyue, and Dragon Tooth Six geniuses.

This happens because of the impact of the Great Tribulation.

Since the human race is like this, who said that the holy race will not be affected by the catastrophe and the genius who will see each other once in 100 million years will appear?

And the foundation of the Holy Family. Originally, it was stronger than the human race, and if there was also a great world, the holy race might also be stronger than the human race.

"Let's go, let's go back to the Glow Realm first, continue to experience and experience for a while, and then go to the World Realm of the Terran to see what level the young heroes of the Terran are. ”

Naqi, the young man in brocade at the head, said casually, and after that, he picked up the weapon on the table. took a man and a woman behind him. You have to leave the restaurant.

"Senior Brother Naqi, are you saying that we are going to meet the young and handsome men of the Terran for a while?" The black thin man behind Naqi moved in his heart and licked his lips excitedly.

"Yes, sooner or later there will be a war between the Terrans and our people. Since Tianzun can't make a move now. Let's start with us! Eventually, we will have a war in the future. If you can win them now, a thousand years from now, let alone a thousand years from now. And this is also a great encouragement to the momentum of our clan!"

Naqi said slowly, not only does he want to make a name for himself in the human race and the holy race, but he also wants to take this opportunity to play the momentum of the holy race.

"Ha Luha, Senior Brother Naqi is right, Senior Brother Wumo is now too high in cultivation, those geniuses of the Terran race can't keep up at all, and we can only make a move, if we defeat their genius this time, then what momentum will the Terran still have to fight with us, when the time comes, in the glow realm, our momentum will be greatly encouraged, maybe, the Holy Emperor will give us a great reward!"

The thin young man said without any scruples, and the faces of the Terran warriors were ugly.

These people are too blind to see no one, and they treat them as air at all.

"Let's go!"

Several young heroes of the Holy Clan soared into the air, and the target was the Radiance Realm.

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After this negotiation of the Terran Holy Clan, Lin Ming retreated in Putuo Mountain.

Putuo Mountain has a long history, and the background is definitely the first among all the potential forces of the human race, and all kinds of courtyards, attics, and corridors on the mountain are full of formations, these formations are either auxiliary cultivation, or have the effect of defending against evil spirits, even if it is gardening in the mountains, they are all spiritual plant arrangements, which contain many formation laws in it.

Lin Ming's cultivation here was no worse than the Divine Dream Heavenly Palace.

"Senior Brother Lin, Master Taizu is invited!" A warrior monk wearing a linen monk's robe appeared in front of Lin Ming, clasped his hands together, and recited a Buddha name.

"Master Taishizu?" Lin Ming's heart moved, the presiding officer of Putuo Mountain was not Emperor Shakya, nor was he the Great Freedom Buddha, but the Master of Lingjue, a half-step Tianzun cultivator. The two senior monks in front have gone into seclusion, carefully comprehended martial arts, and called them, one is the ancestor of the master, and the other is the uncle of the master.

Taishi Zu is the Buddha of Great Freedom, a person who became famous 100 million years ago, and is the person with the highest generation and the heaviest prestige in Putuo Mountain!

"When Taishi Zu heard that Senior Brother Lin was about to break through the middle stage of the divine transformation, he specially invited Senior Brother Lin to go to Zang Pagoda to understand the emperor's will and accept the baptism of the Buddha's will. ”

"Diyi...... The Buddha ...... "Lin Ming had never heard of such a term before, he nodded and said, "Please lead the way, Senior Brother." ”

There are too many ancient buildings in Putuo Mountain, many of these monuments have hundreds of millions of years, or even billions of years of history, they are the disciples of Putuo Mountain in the past dynasties, constantly reinforcing the formation, repairing the building structure, preserved, now it seems, there is no sense of damage, but out of thin air reveals a vicissitudes of life, which makes people feel emotional.

Lin Ming followed the warrior monk through a corridor and came to a spacious courtyard, the road of this courtyard was paved with thick bricks and stones, and every brick and stone was weathered, like a thick history book that recorded the past of Putuo Mountain.

"This is it. ”

The warrior monk held the Buddha beads together, recited a Buddha name, bowed and retreated.

In front of Lin Ming, there was a gray Tallinn.

These towers have seven, eight or nine floors, each tower is dozens of zhang high, and it does not look like a feeling of splendor, but gives people a sense of solemnity.

And before this Tallinn, there stood an old monk, he was wearing a sackcloth monk's robe, wearing a golden robe, pedaling straw sandals, big ears and shoulders, two white eyebrows were a foot long, his right hand was holding a thick Zen staff, and his left hand was holding a string of Buddhist beads, which had a total of seven, six small and one large, among which the big Buddha beads were pale all over, faintly with some red, as if surging blood, it looked like an eyeball, shocking.

The old monk just stood here at random, the whole person seemed to be one with heaven and earth, if Lin Ming didn't use his eyes to see, only use his perception to investigate, it would definitely not be able to find the existence of this old monk, obviously close at hand, but he couldn't find it, this feeling was very weird.

This white-eyed old monk is naturally the Buddha of Putuo Mountain, and even if the god dreams of it, he must also be honored as a senior figure.

"Lin Ming, a junior, has seen the predecessors of the Great Freedom Buddha. ”

Lin Ming saluted respectfully.

The Great Freedom Buddha glanced at Lin Ming, nodded slowly, and simply said, "From today on, for seven hundred and forty-nine days, you will stay here." ”

The voice of the Great Freedom Buddha is old, and the tone is very slow, which makes people feel that he is not good at words because of his age.

"This is ......" Lin Ming remembered that when the warrior monk brought it in, he said that this place was called Zang Pagoda.

"This is the tomb of the Zen master who presided over the Putuo Mountain for generations, one blow into the realm of Tianzun, 3.6 billion years, after the death of the monks of Putuo Mountain, it will be cremated, the ashes will be condensed into relics, placed in the tower box, together with their natal magic weapon, placed in the tower, so this place is called Zang Pagoda, also called the burial pagoda. ”

When the Great Freedom Buddha said this, Lin Ming felt a pang in his heart when he heard it.

It turned out to be the burial place of the monks of Putuo Mountain!

Mount Putuo has a history of 3.6 billion years, and how many outstanding people have appeared during this period are simply indescribable!

Only highly accomplished Zen masters are qualified to be buried in the Zang Stupa after death, so many outstanding people are buried here, even if they have been dead for many years, the Buddha's will and laws they left behind will always exist and will not be erased.

I don't know when, the Buddha of Great Freedom has drifted away.

Leaving Lin Ming alone, he quietly felt the surging will in Tallinn.

He took a few deep breaths, adjusted his mentality, and bowed to the Zang Pagoda several times, his heart full of sincerity.

Warriors do not respect heaven and earth, but they cannot disrespect their predecessors.

There are seventy-two of these stupas!

This number is fixed, and when the number of monks who have passed away exceeds this number, there will be two monks buried in the same stupa at the same time.

Looking at the layout of the pagoda, there are some similarities with the seventy-two witch god pagodas in the southern part of the Tianyan Continent, of course, the layout of the Zang pagoda is far more wonderful than the witch god pagoda 10,000 times.

This also shows that the witch god of southern Xinjiang is indeed from Buddhism, and belongs to the subordinate sects of Putuo Mountain, which is in the same vein as Putuo Mountain.

The stupa is high and short, ranging from seven to nine floors, and the height of this stupa also reflects the achievements of the monks buried in the pagoda.

Lin Ming knew that the Zang pagoda where the bones of the monks of the past dynasties were placed was definitely the most sacred place in Putuo Mountain, and so many monks were sleeping here, and they would definitely not be disturbed by people at ordinary times.

If it weren't for the catastrophe and the special situation, the Great Freedom Buddha would not have allowed himself to cultivate here and feel the Buddha's will of many Putuo Mountain predecessors.

Adjusting his mentality to an ethereal state, Lin Ming walked towards Tallinn with admiration.

One step at a time, Lin Ming's speed was very slow.

After nine steps, Lin Ming would pause for a longer time to calm down and comprehend everything here.

One hundred zhang.

Eighty zhang.

Fifty zhang.

Lin Ming is getting closer and closer to Tallinn, and as the distance shortens, Lin Ming can clearly feel that the will in Tallinn is getting stronger and stronger.

The center of his eyebrows was as painful as a pinprick at all, as if the blood veins in his whole body were about to converge on the center of his eyebrows.

Harmony War Spirit!

Lin Ming's heart moved, only to hear a soft sound of "huh-", and the Hongmeng War Spirit roared out. In front of Lin Ming, a small dark golden gun was condensed, but on the body of the gun, with a pale green color, Lin Ming used it for a long time, and he continued to accumulate it, but he never completely broke through.

Now his war spirit has already reached the golden perfection and touched the threshold of the blue soul war spirit.

There is a huge gap between the golden spirit and the blue soul spirit, and now, under the baptism of this Buddha's will, Lin Ming's war spirit roars fiercely, and the pale green color on the war spirit seems to be getting stronger and heavier!

This Buddha's will can experience the spirit of war!

Lin Ming is not surprised, so many tombs gathered together, the entire Divine Domain, only Putuo Mountain has it, and the will here is probably also the strongest in the Divine Domain! (To be continued......)