"Ling Xiao, cracked."

At this moment, I don't know how many people who had longed for the past of the Thirty-Three Days Immortal Court burst into tears.

Thirty-three days, in the Immortal Court Lingxiao Treasure Hall, there are many monks' ultimate dreams, and it is rumored that as long as you stand in that heavenly palace, you can become immortals.

Now, Ling Xiao is shattered.

Zhang Qing also has infinite sorrow in his heart, but it does not come from his emotions, but from the half of the plaque somewhere on his body, the golden lines on it represent the word "immortal pattern" [palace], which is the text used by immortals that cannot be carried in the world.

Now, he naturally understands that the half of the plaque on his body is the second half of Ling Xiao.

"Lingxiao Palace?" Zhang Qing chewed on the name, and caught a glimpse of the former immortal's domineering for thirty-three days.

"It's a pity." Zhang Qing looked at himself and fell out of nothingness, and the red armor fell into a deep sleep, and could no longer provide him with any power blessings.

The armor fell off on its own, and after losing the threat of the Fighting Demon Buddha, it was unwilling to continue to stay on Zhang Qing, and it was clear that Zhang Qing was still not its approved host.

"It will devour the aura and repair itself." Yilan Jun glanced at it and said, this is the terrifying thing about quasi-immortal weapons, it coexists with time, and it is almost immortal and indestructible.

Zhang Qing nodded, that is to say, from now on, the Zhang family has another strong foundation.

With a wave of his hand, he landed on the green hill below, among the tall buildings representing the head of the family, Zhang Qing looked at the fierce battlefield around him, where thousands of monks and hundreds of thousands of demons were fighting.

After such a long time, the number of demons has not decreased at all, and the monks on the Zhang family's side have suffered heavy losses.

The flames spread in the center of the eyebrows, and the golden light began to spread, gradually covering the body of each monk.

"Heaven and earth are clear, and their deeds are fierce!"

Zhang Qing's voice accompanied the golden light that covered every monk's body, and in an instant, everyone felt that the mana in their bodies was surging and furious, becoming the same frequency as the aura between the surrounding heaven and earth.

At this moment, they seemed to have inexhaustible strength and absolutely concentrated divine sense, and attacks from any direction could be captured by them at the first time.

"This ...... What a powerful means, is this a golden lotus? Someone exclaimed, his strength has increased more than three times, even if he was originally a waste, but now he is a veteran of countless battles.

The boiling blood told him that the best choice for each step was what to do, he just needed to move like a machine, and his body was more suitable for this chaotic and fierce battlefield than himself.

"If you don't forget this feeling, then after the end, it must be a chance to fly." Fu Ying's eyes were fanatical, and he was even more determined in some of his thoughts.

Zhang Qing didn't pay any attention to the battlefield below, although the power of the [Spirit] character immortal pattern was not as powerful as the armor, it was enough for the low-level monks to hold out for a while.

He didn't come out to help the family, because Yilan-kun held him back, and there were more important things.

In the sky, the top of the secluded bamboo has already touched the Lingxiao plaque, and the crystal deer on its back is leisurely, and in all directions, I don't know how many pairs of eyes are staring there, waiting for a result to appear.

After a few breaths, the crack in the center of Ling Xiao became bigger and bigger, spreading to the upper and lower borders, and with a soft click, the sky cracked.

A huge opening appeared in the sky overhead, and in the dark cracks, endless dark mist poured outward, and the whistling eerie ghost swept the entire world in an instant.

In the blink of an eye, the snow-white sky turned gray and then turned into a pitch-black curtain.

Everyone looked unkind, Yin Si, and at this time, when Ling Xiao cracked the sky, appeared.

"Buddhism fights for the future, the demon emperor bets on the present, you two are really majestic, and you have calculated the whole world!"

"Then you can count me as a yin?"

In the darkness, there was a strange giant roaring, and the spilled black liquid corroded the entire world.

"Yinji? Why don't you stay underground and come to the world? Someone shouted and was eager to try to eradicate the ghost.

"Hahahaha!"

"The heaven and the earth are just open, the clear air is up, and the turbidity is sinking, where does the truth come from, today I am waiting for the arrival, just to turn the sky up!"

"I, the Ninefold Yin Division, from now on, will replace the thirty-three days and do the things of turbidity rising!"

The figure in the ghost tells a terrible thing, Yin Si, who wants to take advantage of the last afterglow of the thirty-three days to disappear, turn the heavens upside down, and let Yin Si stand above the nine heavens.

Countless people were shocked, and even the secluded bamboo paused for a moment.

This kind of thing is definitely not something that this Divine Palace ghost can say, it must involve the entire Yin Division, and it must involve the Yamas in the Yin Division that no one knows......

"My Buddha is compassionate~"

There is a Buddhist gate Qingguang to dispel the ghost fog, those bald donkeys finally can't help it, Yin Si wants to overthrow thirty-three days, the human monks are powerless without immortals, and the demons are not afraid of turbidity, only he is the West Heaven Buddha Gate.

The place where the West Heaven Buddha Gate is located, and the thirty-three days are juxtaposed, and the sky that enjoys the pure air alone has naturally become the main force and vanguard blocking the Yin Division at this moment, otherwise the first to suffer is the Buddhas of the West Heaven Spirit Mountain.

The ghost fog filled the world, and no one could see Ling Xiao's existence, everything was obscured.

"Buddhism fights for the future, and demons bet on the present, what does this mean?"

Yilan Jun spoke calmly, as if he was waiting for something in his eyes, "Thirty-three days have passed, belonging to the Immortal Court, belonging to the Three Thousand Immortals, and Ling Xiao is the last afterglow of the Immortals. ”

"Once this afterglow sets like the sunset, then in the years to come, who will be able to dominate the beings of this world?"

"The demons want to become the former immortal court, suppress everything, and make the demons the masters of all worlds, and just after this afterglow disappears."

"And the Buddhas of Buddhism are second best, they think that the demons will not enter the demon court so quickly, and they think that there is still a long time, so they plan to keep their heads in the dark and wait for a suitable opportunity in the future."

"That opportunity may allow them to achieve all the goals they want, and that time is at some point in the future."

"The past, the present, and the future, no matter where you stand in the long river of time, you can't avoid these three eras, and the past is a foregone conclusion, and the present and the future have been occupied by people."

Zhang Qing felt the heavy meaning in Yilan Jun's words, yes, the past, the present, and the future, isn't it the life of a cultivator, but now in the three eras, there are already masters, and there are suppressors, ordinary people don't seem to have the opportunity to see the faces above the nine heavens at all.