Flood West, Elysium.

"There is no Amitabha Buddha in the south, the poor monk has seen two saints, and the saint has no borders!" said the mosquito man respectfully.

"Mosquito Dao man, why are you here?" said the Zhun Ti Saint indifferently and asked directly.

Although the words of the Zhun Ti sage were indifferent, the mosquito Taoist did not care, and bowed down and said, "The poor monk has come for the great prosperity of the West. ”

"Western Daxing?hmph!Would you have such a good heart?!" The Zhun Ti Saint's face was slightly gloomy, and he was still worried about the origin and Western luck that the Mosquito Dao people had devoured the Twelve Rank Golden Lotus.

The mosquito Taoist smiled slightly, folded his hands, and said calmly: "The poor monk is a monk, and he doesn't talk about it." It's just that the saint's prejudice against the poor monk is too deep. ”

"Well, let's talk about how to make the West prosperous?" said the Zhun Ti Sage, sneering.

The mosquito Taoist lowered his head and lowered his eyes, and said: "Dare to ask the sage, the road to the west, the starting place, have you ever been sure, if it is ......?"

"Journey to the West?!You actually know Journey to the West?!"

Before he finished speaking, the Zhun Ti Saint changed color, and the terrifying Saint's coercion was released, like a torrent, collapsing the void and oppressing the mosquito Dao people.

"There is no Amitabha Buddha in the south!" "Mosquito Daoist people do not dodge or dodge, stand upright on the spot, chant the Buddha's name, the faint Buddha light, emitted, as if the Buddha is in general, the treasure is solemn.

"Who are you, rather?!" shouted the Zhun Ti Sage.

Regarding the matter of Journey to the West, the way of the saint was faintly heard in the wilderness, and this was also the wind he deliberately released;

The sage's coercion disappeared in a flash, but the pair of eyes like the sun were still staring at the mosquito man, and once the mosquito man moved, it was a thunderous blow.

In this Elysium, the Zhunti Saint was certain that no one could escape from his grasp, even if there was a saint from outside the world.

"It doesn't matter who the person behind the poor monk is, what matters is that the place where the journey to the west begins determines the amount of luck and merit in the West, and determines the time when the West will flourish!

The Zhun Ti Sage was silent for a moment, and then said, "Although the flood is big and the human race is numerous, there are very few places where the luck of the human race gathers. In addition to the Huoyun Cave and the ancestral land of the human race, only the human race luck in the Ming Imperial City is the most powerful. “

"The poor monk also wanted to choose the Ming Imperial City as the starting place of the westward journey, but ...... Wait, you're from...... You should be for the sake of the Emperor of the People's Nine Years. ”

Zhun Ti Sage suddenly said, if it weren't for the people of the Ming Dynasty behind it, he wouldn't have come here, let alone raised the question of the starting place of the Journey to the West.

The mosquito Taoist was silent, but said: "The Imperial City of the Ming Dynasty can be the starting place, and the Journey to the West can be used to introduce the Buddhism to the Ming Dynasty, and compete with the hundreds of schools of thought and the Xuanjiao sect, and the Ming Dynasty will not interfere." In this way, the poor monk hopes to exchange it for the saint to make a move!"

"Not enough!" Zhun Ti Sage's eyes flashed slightly, and the lion opened his mouth, saying: "The poor monk wants the Buddhist family to teach the Ming State Religion......"

"Impossible!" The mosquito Daoist didn't wait for the Zhun Ti Sage to finish speaking, he immediately interrupted and said solemnly: "The Ming Imperial Power is supreme!

After a pause, the mosquito Dao man's tone softened, and said: "Da Ming takes a step back, you can pardon the people who are going to the west, and enjoy the five good luck of Da Ming, this is the bottom line! If the saint refuses, the poor monk will leave immediately!"

The Zhun Ti Sage frowned, such a result was definitely not what he wanted, but he also knew that it was absolutely impossible to pardon Buddhism as the state religion, "Okay, as long as you can compete fairly." At that time, we can take advantage of the great prosperity of the West......"

The Zhun Ti Sage pondered for a long time, and finally nodded slowly.

......

Time flies, the period of nine years has arrived, above the sky, the blue sky is boundless, the white clouds are long, the breeze is slow, between the humming, an eternal river appears, rushing and surging, the waves are overturning, as if there is a door of heaven and earth opened, sending out the sound of thunder.

Destiny returns!

"It's finally begun!"

"The Emperor of the People is worthy of being the Emperor of the People, he can endure loneliness, and he will wait until the last day of the Emperor's period to be promoted, so forbearance, it's really terrible!"

"No matter how long the forbearance is, what about it? In the midst of the desolation, strength is respected! The strong are always strong, and the weak are always weak, and that's it!"

"If the Human Emperor fails, it's fine, if it is likely to succeed, then wait until he breaks the fate star and jumps out of the long river, and then he will take action immediately, and he must not give the Human Emperor and the Terran powerhouse the slightest time to react!"

“......”

"Wen Ruo, Feng Xiao, how are things arranged?" Above the Daming Palace, the fate is long, but Li Lin is unhurried and looks confident.

"Your Majesty, rest assured, everything is arranged!" Guo Jia said, "The Lich Hundred Clans, the Terran Princes, if they make a move, they will definitely give a thunderous blow......!" Please be careful, the prosperity and rise and fall of the Ming Dynasty are all tied to Your Majesty alone!"

"Yes, please be very careful, Your Majesty!"

Xun Yu and all the civil and military officers persuaded one after another, and their worries were beyond words.

"Don't worry, take good care of my body, and I'll go back when I go!" Li Lin sat cross-legged, with the jade seal on his head, holding the human emperor sword, and slowly closed his eyes.

Buzz! Buzz!

The void is trembling, the imperial city is shaking, Li Lin is all around, the mana is surging, the purple qi is vast, the laws are intertwined, ten thousand ways are horizontal, sonorous like thunder, vibrating like sound, like hundreds of millions of purple gold chains, wrapping Li Lin.

From a distance, it looks like a purple gold silkworm chrysalis.

"All the laws are broken, ten thousand ways are collapsing, the laws are gathered, the ancestral dragon's back, and the will of the Emperor of Heaven is out!"

A deep voice came, like Chrysostom's words, filled with a mysterious power.

At the center of Li Lin's eyebrows, the purple glow flashed, and a purple and gold statue, the incomparably noble will villain walked out of it, and with a light step on his feet, an ancestral dragon chant came out, making the eternal blue sky, the desolate time and space all roared.

This is Li Lin's will, incarnated as a human figure, rushing directly into the sky, straight into the long river of fate, extremely gorgeous, brilliant, the sun, moon and stars have lost their brilliance at this moment.

The will villain is pure, the spirit platform is clear, according to the guidance in the underworld, fight against the power of fate, and find his own destiny.

"Wow!"

The long river rushed, the waves rolled, and the waves were vast, and the sand in the depths of the river bottom flowed and filled in all directions.

These sands are very small in the long river, rolling at will, waves for thousands of miles, but in the eyes of Li Lin's villain, they are as vast and brilliant as stars.

"Under the waves, the sand grains flew, and the star that was originally close in front of me rolled down to the side......"

Li Lin is very patient, ethereal, not arrogant or impatient, fighting against the power of fate, maneuvering with the undercurrent of the long river, step by step, moving towards the star of fate.

A quarter of an hour, two quarters of an hour, an hour, two hours...... Half a day passed, and Li Lin approached the fate star several times, but as if he was deliberately opposed, a whirlpool appeared, like a black hole, and immediately swallowed the fate star and appeared in another direction.

Undeterred, Li Lin moved slowly and approached the star again.

At this moment, a strong force spread in the long river, and an undercurrent surged, heading straight for Li Lin.

"Good opportunity! Heavenly Emperor Fist!"

Li Lin was not shocked or rejoiced, with the help of the power of this undercurrent, he turned into a purple gold divine sword, chopping waves and cutting waves, like an arrow from the string, waving his fist, ten thousand laws roared, all the ways followed, and went straight to the star of life!