Mo Chen stood on the pitch-black altar, breathing rapidly, and the golden statue in front of him was obviously the image of the Buddha who burned the lamp, but the Buddha was silent, closing his eyes and resting.

I saw the golden statue of the Buddha holding a colorful glass lamp, and the light on it radiated to the depths of the starry sky, forming a little starry.

And in the next moment, the stars flashed with a more dazzling light, each of which was linked together to form a starry sky picture scroll, revolving around the golden statue of the Buddha.

On the picture scroll, the starlight is brilliant, as if there are all kinds of wonderful methods, attracting the attention of ink dust.

Mochen saw a lot of patterns that were constantly moving, as if they were recounting the past, there were living beings extinct, the earth was stained with blood, many men, women, children, and living species were constantly dying, scene after scene of old things, it was a sad song.

"Xuanyin and Illusory Yang correspond to each other, when the Illusory Yang was invaded by the power of Taivoid, is this what happened back then?"

Mo Chen looked at the pictures that kept passing by, deeply touched, and his heart fluctuated.

Sometimes he clenched his fists, sometimes he roared, and he couldn't control his emotions, because he saw those pictures, countless monks were slaughtered, sectarian mountain gates were uprooted, and among them, even seven or eight-year-old children were fighting bravely, crying blood and fighting, but the result was still sad, obliterated, and harvested away from their immature lives.

He even saw that the babies were pierced with long claws by the aliens in black armor, and they were thrown out high, bringing up large patches of blood and spilling them all over the ground.

Until the end, the sky collapsed, the heavenly river poured back, and all living beings were slaughtered, even the flowers and trees were not left, they were all burned, and there was not a single thing left in the world of the illusory sun!

However, even so, those monks who were demonized by the power of the Void did not stop, and they flocked to the Outer Heavens, blasting the barriers of the world in the way of self-detonation, causing the Void to be completely contaminated, and finally the heavens and the earth were destroyed.

"Is this the end of the year? The invasion from the power of the Void, so cold-blooded and hateful, is now invading our world again!" Mochen whispered, gritting his teeth.

"You are a creature of my Xuanyin Heaven and Earth, and you also have another Illusory Yang Realm treasure, has the overall situation of 'mountain-building' begun?" An abrupt voice sounded, not containing any emotion, and even a little cold.

Mo Chen suddenly woke up from his rage, and looked at the golden statue of the Buddha in front of him in surprise.

But at the same time, he was also a little puzzled, his mood fluctuations just now were too violent, as if he had been mobilized by magic.

On weekdays, when he sees those pictures, he will indeed be angry and sympathetic, but he may not be so out of control.

"Who are you, and what is the overall situation of 'mountain-building'?" Mo Chen asked suspiciously, he used the technique of golden eyes and fire eyes, staring at the golden body of the Buddha in front of him, but the golden statue that could be seen in his eyes became more and more blurred, making him unpredictable.

This is because the strength of this golden statue of the Buddha is far superior to him, so he can't see it thoroughly.

In desperation, Mochen could only stop his golden eyes, and in an instant, the golden statue returned to its original state again, just like the Buddha who burned the lamp.

"I am a divine thought left by the Buddha, responsible for guarding this place and selecting the inheritor for the Illusory Sun Realm Treasure. "The golden statue of the Buddha responded mechanically, still without any emotion, and at the same time avoided Mo Chen's question about 'mountain-building'.

But Mo Chen was still pleasantly surprised, his heart was pounding, listening to what this Buddha said, it was obvious that the Illusory Yang Realm treasure he had been looking for was here.

Is the Illusory Sun Realm Treasure here intact?What is the overall situation of 'mountain-building'? Where was the dark world that the Great Sun Source Fire had taken him to before?

These questions, which he couldn't solve after meditating, circled in his mind one after another, as if the answer was right in front of him, but the next moment, the words of the Buddha made his heart half cold. "There is no trace of too much power on your body, do you need to undergo the inheritance test?"

Mo Chen's body froze when he heard this, obviously he didn't expect to say this, after all, he had obtained the demon spirit position karma map, but there was no inheritance trial for him to face.

However, he was relieved immediately, after all, the importance of the realm treasure is self-evident, and it is not enough to rely on chance, but also need strength and perseverance.

"I'm going to take the Legacy Trial, so let's get started. Mo Chen closed his eyes and meditated, visualizing the divine sword, and instantly calmed the qi and blood in his body, and instantly reached the best state.

He didn't know what the trial ahead was, so he had to be extremely careful and deal with it with all his might.

"Boom!"

With his words, the Buddha raised his hand and waved, and a whirlpool of gold and silver shimmering was formed in front of Mo Chen, and countless rays of light came out from the vortex, shining on Mo Chen's body, as if some marks were engraved on it.

The ink dust showed a different color, but he didn't say much, and walked directly into the whirlpool.

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A fairyland-like world, a hundred flowers compete for beauty, and the trees are towering.

The clear water of the lake ripples in the soft spring breeze, and the fine green leaves emit shimmering streamers in the sun's light.

Obviously, after crossing the vortex, the place where the ink dust is located is another world, and as for whether it is still in the outer heavens, it is unknown.

Seeing that there were no clues around him, he walked forward.

The trees are decreasing, and the rivers and streams are converging in front of them, forming a small pool.

Mo Chen gradually saw that there was a nine-colored lotus flower, floating in the center of the pool, opening and closing, as if it had the momentum of absorbing ten thousand waters and absorbing ten thousand qi.

Knowing that there must be something strange about this lotus, Mochen stopped to watch, and after a while, the lotus bloomed, with a total of nine petals, each with a color of light.

There was a baby sitting in it, and when he saw the ink dust, the baby stepped on the auspicious clouds, flew out of the lotus flower, and fell to the ground, and could walk without support.

He shone brightly, his gaze was in all directions, and he walked seven steps, and a lotus flower appeared on the ground at each step.

For a time, the fragrant wind was scattered, the flowers and rain were colorful, the fairy music was harmonious, and the gods and people praised in unison.

Black and white springs naturally gushed out on the ground, one cold and one warm, fragrant and clean.

At the same time, the nine-colored lotus flower behind the baby also changed.

Among them, the five-colored light is stripped and condensed from the lotus flower, turning into a multicolored glass lamp, hanging above the baby's head, shining in all directions, and the remaining four colors on the lotus flower are intertwined with each other, woven into a treasure robe out of thin air, and draped on the baby's body.

The baby gradually drifted away, and Mochen did not hesitate and immediately followed.

Gradually, Mochen walked into the plain and saw a towering tree in the distance.

It doesn't look like a tree, it's more like a pile of jade, and the crystal trunk is enough to be the thickness of dozens of people embracing it, and even the branches at the end of the value are as thick as the mouth of a bowl.

And the leaves of the big tree are even more extraordinary, like pure gold, like a raging flame against the backdrop of the great sun.