Ning Que and Sangsang became Buddhas on the ground, and they became Heavenly Buddhas, and before the Heavenly Buddhas, all beings bowed their heads, but if they wanted to completely control the shìjiè on the chessboard, they would have to take away all the business, which would take many long years, Ning Que was unwilling to wait any longer, and reached out to hold the hilt of the knife.

With this simple action, the shìjiè regenerates and changes, and the countless Buddhas and Bodhisattvas on the big ship and the field feel the unprecedented danger, and the sound of reading the Buddha's horn becomes more and more poignant, fǎngfó cuckoo crying blood, desperately instilling the Buddha's breath into the heavens and the earth, emitting more and more Buddha's light.

The light of the Buddha between heaven and earth became extremely bright, and even more than ten wisps of heavy green leaves penetrated the Bodhi tree on the peak, falling on Sangsang's body, making her face pale.

There were countless lights flickering on the dark sky, there were smallpox golden branches and stories of enlightenment, which were the Buddha kingdom of the Buddha and the Buddha kingdom of Ning Que and Sangsang, overlapping and difficult to distinguish from each other.

Ning Que took out the iron knife and slashed towards the dark sky, with a soft snort, the golden light picture on the sky shook gently, and the statue of the pagoda temple or the girl holding the qin qiu was cut off from it.

The sword momentum went and ended, and after cutting off the picture of the Buddha Kingdom, it fell on the dark sky dome, leaving a rift hundreds of miles long in the sky above the peak.

Even if it is a bucket full of water, the rúguǒ only cuts a single opening, and it is difficult for the water in the bucket to flow out quickly.

Ning Que swung his knife and slashed again, and a clear crack appeared in the dark sky again, meeting the previous crack in the air above the peak, enveloping the field for hundreds of miles.

These two cracks look like a word, and they look like wounds, wounds in the sky.

The tens of thousands of Buddhas in the Bodhi tree on the peak closed their eyes and recited Buddhist scriptures loudly, pouring all their pious beliefs and pursuits into Ning Que's body.

Looking at the two knife marks in the sky, looking at the word made of the knife marks. Ning Que laughed very mǎnyì and fought with the Guanzhu yǐjīng for a long time. Counting the years in the chessboard shìjiè, I am afraid that a full thousand years have passed, and after a thousand years, he finally wrote that character again.

Sang Sang looked at the word in the sky, was silent for a moment, and then said, "This word is good. ”

Ning Que thought for a while and said, "rúguǒméiyǒu you, I can't write it." “

How did he write the word zhīdào. It is a kind of mystical realm that is difficult to explain in words, and the most fundamental reason is because Sangsang is yītǐ with him.

God came to earth, so He can write this character, and that is God's pen.

The sky began to rain, and the rain did not come from the clouds, but from the higher heavens.

There were countless clear waters, flowing from the two cracks that Ning Que had cut with a knife. Hundreds of thousands of waterfalls are formed, and when the waterfalls fall into the fields, they become torrential rains.

As soon as this rainstorm falls, it will be a year.

A year later, an infinite starlight fell from the two cracks and blended into the sky waterfall, glowing with a cold and beautiful sheen, looking like some kind of sticky fruit pulp.

The star pulp is dripping and falling for another whole year.

Ning Que and Sang Sang looked at the two cracks, and what he saw was a beautiful spectacle. What she saw was the rain and the starry sky. She saw the shìjiè of zìjǐ.

In the past two years, countless Buddhas and Bodhisattvas have been violent. The light of the Buddha in bliss is opposed to the rain and stars from the world, sometimes dim, sometimes bright, but eventually annihilated.

The Buddha, who was hidden in the sentient beings, at the last moment, made this shìjiè launch the most powerful attack on Ning Que and Sangsang, wanting to prevent them from leaving.

In the torrential rain, countless Buddhas and Bodhisattvas floated in the air thousands of feet high, surrounding the mountain peaks, and countless magic weapons glowed with golden light, approaching the mountain peaks, and the big ship was only one step away from the mountain cliffs.

In the rainstorm, Sangsang stood on the top of the peak, her black hair danced wildly, the flowers in the green clothes gradually converged, she quietly looked at the countless Buddhas and Bodhisattvas around her, and raised her right hand to the sky.

She yǐjīng saw the shìjiè of zìjǐ, communicating with the rules, and the natural heavenly power was reborn.

She raised her hand, and the torrential rain that fell from the crack in the sky suddenly became brighter, because a star in the far night sky at the other end of the crack suddenly became countless thousands of times brighter.

The star of Haotian shìjiè is not a burning star, and the reason why it suddenly brightens is naturally not because of an outbreak, indicating that the distance between that star and the observer is rapidly decreasing.

A dazzling bright spot appeared in the crack, and the bright spot came instantly, easily passing through the crack, through the majestic rain, to the interior of the chessboard, to the peak.

A star fell in Sangsang's hands.

Sangsang's hand shone brightly, and countless rays of extremely bright light sprayed from the top of the peak to the surrounding areas of the field, easily evaporating the rain that fell from the sky and continuing to spread.

Ning Que took out his sunglasses from his arms and put them on.

The magic weapons in the sky outside the peak that contained infinite Buddha power melted and decayed in a very short shíjiān when they met the light emitted by the stars, and finally turned into green smoke.

Countless Buddhas and Bodhisattvas floating in the rain, feeling the terrifying power of heaven, ran towards the periphery of the field, and there were still thousands of Buddhas and Bodhisattvas, purified into nothingness by the light of the stars.

The starlight spilled from the peak, the river glowed with silver, and the big ship was equally still, still a step away from the cliff, but it could no longer be approached.

Countless Buddhas and Bodhisattvas fled in horror towards the wilderness behind the big ship, black and pressing, like a low tide, and the green lion turned into a blue light, and fled to the sky in an instant.

Looking at these pictures, Sangsang's face was full of expression, she walked to the edge of the cliff, stretched out her hand into the rainstorm air, her fingers slightly loosened, and let the star in her palm fall.

The stars came to the bottom of the mountain and fell into the river, stirring up huge waves hundreds of zhang high, and the big ship was shaken and creaked, as if it could fall apart at any time, and the Buddha and Bodhisattva who were running on the boat were shaken into the air, and then fell down heavily, falling to death, and the golden Buddha's blood was splashed everywhere.

The terrifying vibration came from the bottom of the river to the field, and the ground shook at high speed like a drum that had been beaten hard, and the Buddha and the Bodhisattva, the cicada and the frog were like raindrops on the drum, which were shattered in an instant.

In the depths of the river, the stars smashed a bottomless hole, the silt was burned into porcelain shavings by the heat, and endless springs gushed out of the hole, instantly staining the river black, flooding thousands of golden ponds, and turning into an endless black sea at a speed visible to the naked eye in the storm.

The Black Sea unleashed huge waves hundreds of feet high, crashing in all directions towards the fields, whether they were hard stones or soft willow branches. are all beaten into the finest pieces.

Countless Buddhas and Bodhisattvas rise and fall in the black waters. The miserable scream did not stop, and then it was swallowed, and the green lion was shaken into the air and fell heavily into the seawater, with zìjǐ hundreds of zhang high, desperately kicking the field of the bottom of the sea, and the forelimbs kept paddling. Looking at the tragic scene around it, its eyes were extremely frightened, thinking that if this Black Sea was allowed to flood, could this shìjiè still have shíme to be saved?

The rain was torrential, the heavens and the earth were restless, only the mountain peak was in the raging black sea. Silent and steady, looking from a distance, it looks like Sangsang standing alone in the ocean.

The mountain peak is the statue of a maid, there are flowers on the top of the peak is the Bodhi tree, there are thousands of Buddhas in the Bodhi tree, Ning Que and Sangsang stand under the Bodhi tree, watch the sea flow, see the living beings wandering away.

Sangsang saw the green lion in the distance of the Black Sea. Reach out and grab it. The green lion screamed miserably, and she caught him to the peak. Grabbed by the neck, he didn't dare to move at all, his whole body trembled, he had long lost his former majesty, he was wet, only a few feet long, and he looked like a water dog.

The raging black sea is surging into the distance, and I believe that it will not last long, the real River Styx, and the redwood forests on both sides of the river, will be turned into ruins, and after a few more shíjiān, Chaoyang City will be destroyed, and this Buddha country will become a real Ze country, and it will be difficult to repeat the glory of the past.

This qiē is only because Sang Sang picked up a star.

Sang Sang looked at the miserable scene of the Buddha country, méiyǒu any love xù, more méiyǒu pity, kept destroying the heavens, making the black ocean even more violent, she wanted to destroy the world with a flood.

She has been trapped here by the Buddha for more than a thousand years, if she hadn't woken up, or she would have been lost here, never to find herself again, and Haotian would have become a prisoner on the chessboard.

It was a humiliation that she couldn't bear, and there were countless anger and negativity in her green clothes, and she had to tōngguò somehow to vent them.

"That's pretty much it. ”

Ning Que said: "The grass, trees, trees and stones in this shìjiè are all kěnéng Buddhas, if you want to kill him, you will really destroy the world, it will take too long shíjiān, and it may not be successful." ”

Sangsang méiyǒu spoke, looking for traces of the Buddha in the waves and torrential rain.

Ning Que walked to the edge of the cliff, took her hand, and said quietly, "Let's go." ”

Sang Sang was silent for a moment and said, "Let's go." ”

Ning Que turned to look at the thousands of Buddhas on the Bodhi tree, raised one hand to his chest, and said sincerely: "Brothers...... Ladies and gentlemen, I went. ”

The Bodhi tree swayed gently in the torrential rain, and the thousands of Buddhas sitting on the green leaves proclaimed the Buddha's number, their expressions were calm, and they prayed together, praising them: "Congratulations to my Buddha." ”

Ning Que and Sang Sang held hands and slowly drifted away from the peak, flying towards the intersection of the two cracks in the dark sky against the torrential rain that fell from the sky and the starlight in the rain.

The green lion was carried in Sangsang's hand and didn't dare to struggle, it looked at the picture of the Buddha country like the end of the world, and its heart showed a sour feeling, zhīdàozìjǐ can never come back.

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On the mountain behind the academy, the sixth senior brother was still smashing the chessboard, and everyone was still watching around the chessboard.

The elder brother returned to the palace tonight, but stood under the pear tree, looking at a certain place thoughtfully, he méiyǒu looked at the chessboard, but looked at the sky, at those stars in the night sky.

Suddenly, a star suddenly left its original wèizhì, turned into a streamer of light towards the ground, and in an instant came to the back mountain, broke through the cloud gate array, and fell onto the chessboard!

Boom!

The people on the chessboard were startled, thinking to themselves how could the stars fall, and rúguǒ smashed on the heads of the flowers, grasses and zìjǐ people, so what should they do?

The meteor fell, and the small crack on the chessboard Tianyuan wèizhì, fǎngfó became a little wider.

The senior brother looked at the chessboard and said with a smile, "Welcome back." ”

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