The sound of fingers echoes everywhere.

The Buddha spoke in one tone, and all living beings were able to understand according to their kinds.

This snap of the fingers fell into the ears of the primeval cultivators, and the sound of the ding sound vibrated above the Dao heart, and vibrated within the realm of gong.

It was the sound of spring thunder blooming.

It was the sound of a dragon tumbling over.

It was the sound of the rain pouring down.

Everyone has their own way, but at this moment, everyone seems to hear a voice that is different but unusually in line with their own Tao and Fa, Gong and realm.

In just a breath, someone withered in the spring, and when they were about to die, they sensed the shock of the bottleneck and had the possibility of climbing to a higher realm.

There is a humane heart is round, the sound of the Ding is like thunder, stirring up a dream bubble in the realm, a thought evolves through the ages, and the monk is immortal, sweeping away the dust that fell on the heart of the Tao in the past.

There is a detachment of the humane law, a dingyin in his spiritual platform to stage thousands of words, words stacked, as if natural creation, with the heart of the heart, with their own past Taoism as the blueprint, the book is supreme scriptures, in an instant, break free from the barriers of the past, the road alone!

Even...... Such changes are not only happening in Lingyu Square!

Dingyin was turbulent, and even attracted the powerful old monster on the high platform!

There is a majestic aura of Taoism rising up, chasing the Taoist rhyme of Dingyin, evolving inexplicable creation.

Many old monsters looked at it in surprise, it was a Northern Regions scattered cultivation power, just a few breaths, the old Daohua appeared green silk, qi and blood flowed like spring and autumn, and at this moment, from the beginning of the Great Power Realm, straight into the middle of the Great Power Realm, it was only half a step away from the late stage of the Great Power Realm.

In the center of the high platform, Luo Zun pointed out that there is a misty Dao method, covering up all the turmoil of the great power cultivation for promotion, otherwise, under the traction of the Dao, perhaps many monks on the Lingyu Square will have to break their merits.

In this way, it is not beautiful.

Between the lightning and fire, even Luo Zun's movements were a little hasty and embarrassed, but at this time, no one cared about these details anymore.

The old monsters' eyes were like lightning, and they all looked at Luo Zun's side, the thin old monster with a smile.

Taiyuanzi.

This name is destined to be imprinted in the hearts of all the powerful people here with such a shocking image!

The Five Domains discuss the Tao, and the power is powerful.

It is said that it is the creation of all cultivations, but in fact, this kind of creation only exists in the realm of great power.

Even, for the old monsters of the Cave True Realm, they are a little lacking.

After all, the monks who can step through the realm of Dao cause and Dao fruit and walk to the last few steps of the path of immortality have already achieved their own cause and effect, and the flow of immortality concept and Dao method is almost certain.

Even a little drop of pen can be regarded as a great creation, which can save the work of eternal penance.

But today, there are people who are turbulent and give great power to creation!

For example, the scattered cultivation in the northern region, in the past, it was only at the end of the great power, but once it enters the realm today, it can flow in the powerful realm!

Not to mention the difference between cloud and mud, but it is also similar.

And this is just a dingyin, today's mysterious Taiyuanzi old monster, what he wants to give to all cultivators, but it is three thousand snaps of fingers!

Among them, is there also a dingyin, which can create itself?

What others can do, there is no reason why you can't do it with your own talent!

As soon as he thought of this, he was a powerful old monster, his heart was full of fiery, and his gaze at Su Musha was even hotter!

On the Dharma platform, Su Musha seemed to have never seen half of anything, his cloudy eyes became deeper and deeper, just sitting there quietly, waiting for the sound of Ding to echo between heaven and earth, gradually disappearing, and when it was about to completely dissipate.

Su Musha bent his fingers again and gently tapped on the furnace of the avenue.

Bell ——!

For a time, between heaven and earth, all things lost their color, and all beings were speechless!

It seems that only the sound of Dingyin is eternal, never stopping, connecting one by one, expounding the supreme wonderful law, attracting the golden lotus from the sky, the spiritual spring gushing from the earth, and condensing the boundless creation into a sweet rain and sprinkling it to the world!

The sound of Dingyin is endless.

Because of this, the cloud hexagram master entered the peak of the true realm of the cave!

There is a wood demon to understand the rhyme of the blue sky for thousands of years, the law is like heaven and earth, and the virtual image covers the sky and the sun!

There is great wisdom with the Buddha's jaw smiling and smiling!

......

There is a sword light shining, and it shines with the sea of stars!

There is a knife light hideous, and the wind roars!

......

Not only that, but on the high platform, there are even more colorful circulations.

There are flames and turbulence, and the phoenix in the middle is singing clearly, attracting the beautiful woman of the Que Bao clan to enter the peak of the demon saint!

There is a killing thought, the sound of the sword shook the sky, the cold old man hugged the sword and crossed his eyebrows, watched the tide, and sat on the sword to kill!

There are crane-haired old monsters, such as drinking elixir, the child's face is red, and between the breaths, gather the virtual image of three flowers and five qi, and enter the fairyland!

......

In the middle of the high platform, Luo Zun smiled wryly.

This grand occasion is obviously far beyond his expectations.

It's just that the matter has come to this point, Rao is Luo Zun, and he doesn't dare to stop Su Musha.

This is the cultivation of the Five Domains, it is not a powerful creation opportunity, and even Luo Zun does not dare to contaminate it.

After being silent, Luo Zun had no choice but to shake his head, turn over his hand and take out twelve ghost and god flags, rust the "Supreme Heavenly Cloud Forbidden Treasure Seal", gather the twelve heavenly gods and evil arrays, combine the power of ghosts and gods, envelop the high platform, and try their best to cover the majestic vibration brought by the powerful enlightenment.

......

On the Dharma platform, the Su curtain covers the tripod and observes the hundred faces of all living beings.

To others, this is an unpredictable creation, but for Su Musha, everything has long been expected.

This Great Dao Furnace once entrenched in the Great Dao Origin of the Dao Seed World for eternity.

In the furnace, ten thousand ways have been refined, and three thousand ancient gods have been refined!

This is the real supreme creation for Su Musha.

Today's 3,000 finger snaps are mysterious, but in fact they are just a way to send them with sound, across the mist of the years, and give some of the afterglow of the past years to the cultivators.

At this time, the more the powerful old monsters became, the more depressed Su Musha's heart became.

Sure enough, the path you have walked is difficult to find like-minded people throughout the ages!

The so-called road alone is nothing more than that.

Even if the primeval is prosperous, the sky is arrogant like a cloud, and the demons are rampant, it is only a few words in these three thousand snaps of fingers.

In a trance, in the depths of Su Mu's cloudy eyes, there seemed to be an old Taoist figure flashing away.

"Alas......"

A long sigh interrupted the afterglow of the dingyin's reverberation.

In Su Musha's hand, only the last three snaps of fingers remained.

Zhu Xiu was silent and looked at Su Musha.

Bell ——!

Zuo Si's robe surged, the three generations are together, all wrapped in the wind, this is, the wind of the years!

Bell ——!

The eyebrows of the main body of the Shengxiao Building are transparent, and the spiritual platform attracts pure white Qingyun, and between the tumbling inside, there seems to be a realm of life and death!

Bell ——!

Luo Zun has a solemn expression, three flowers on his head, and five qi on his body, savoring the artistic conception of reincarnation in Dingyin!

......

For a while, everything was silent.

Heaven and earth share this view!

It wasn't until a long time later that Luo Zun suddenly opened his eyes.

On the high platform, the beautiful woman of the Orio tribe seemed to sigh silently.

"Brother Taiyuan Dao's three thousand finger snaps are still like this, I don't know what kind of scenery the two or three words of immortality should be!"