"Whatever exists in this world will be destroyed. ”

Yi Xiao put down the Bodhisattva Dharma, on the lotus throne, pasted one after another talismans, when several Bodhisattvas practiced together in the Putuo Mountain Dojo, all day long, with the magic of the law, the profundity of enlightenment, should be Guanyin Bodhisattva as the most.

Therefore, the Sun and Moon Buddha Platform of Putuo Mountain, the largest Bodhisattva statue, is Guanyin Bodhisattva.

On the Bodhisattva lotus throne, there is a red talisman, and the line of words on it has a delicate and elegant name.

From Jizo.

For ordinary people, if you can listen to the holy sound of the Bodhisattvas, you can enter the Donkey Kong realm in this life, which is considered a great creation.

But for Yi Xiao, it doesn't have much impact.

Now it seems that the cultivation realm of himself and those bodhisattvas is at the same level, and no matter how the spiritual fluctuations and wills contained in these talismans are, they can't make themselves feel "obedient".

There are even some bodhisattvas whose practice philosophy they can't agree with, but if you look at it carefully, if you look at it with the immortality method of combining the maharaja and Guanyin Bodhisattva, those bodhisattvas have embarked on a wrong path.

The world has changed, except for the King of the Earth Bodhisattva, the rest of the ancient Bodhisattvas of Buddhism have not even left the divine idea of reincarnation.

Yi Xiao put away the talisman, he stood in front of the statue of Guanyin Bodhisattva, it only took dozens of breaths to observe these talismans, during this time, he had gently wrapped this huge Dharma statue with his soul thoughts.

The bluestone theory of creation...... Right in her eyes.

Yi Xiao raised his head and looked at the Bodhisattva.

In those eyes, there was a familiar soul breath, and there was a kind of ...... I can't say it, and I let my soul begin to look forward to the restlessness.

The soul power gently tapped on the Bodhisattva's Dharma Phase, the thousand-year-old well-preserved sculpture, the shell began to peel off, starting from the first crack, a lotus flower quickly bloomed, and then all the stone faces shattered-

Yi Xiao's soul power was extremely accurate to capture that wisp of divine soul.

The lotus robe flew up, he closed his eyes, and with the accurate pointing of his divine soul, he pulled out the white towel wrapped around his forearm.

His mother's third soul finally got his wish.

The three heavenly souls are gathered.

Yi Xiao took a deep breath, he fell to the ground and slowly opened his eyes.

The moment when the Bodhisattva's dharma phase collapsed.

He finally understood what Qingshi was talking about.

At the bottom of the Heavenly Pole Sea, at the mouth of the sea eye pressed by the Bodhisattva's Dharma Appearance, there was the first faint flame that overflowed from the eyes of Guanyin Bodhisattva.

Then there is the second flame, the crack of the whole huge Bodhisattva statue, blooming with vigorous arrogance, in just a few breaths, accompanied by the fragmentation of the Bodhisattva statue, contained in Putuo Mountain for thousands of years of creation...... Pour out!

The sky is full of fire and rain, and it revolves around one person.

Yi Xiao looked at the cyan flames that were constantly spreading, surging and enveloping a radius of every mile, his heart was sad, and the tip of his nose suddenly soured.

The sixth key in the sea of souls fell down with great ease.

The third soul sea opened like a groundbreak, countless soul power brewed and was born, and the seventh key ...... The eighth key and the ninth key were inserted into the sea of souls in the Great Perfection realm almost instantly.

Nirvana flame, with only one wisp, can open up the second soul sea.

Now the sky is full of fire and rain, counting tens of millions.

In the sea of fire, white scarves fly.

This is a mother who leaves her children to ...... The grandest gift.

"Whatever exists will perish. ”

"Then I...... and it will be given to thee, which is eternal and which is never destroyed. ”

"Immortality. ”

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Yuan Tiangang's face was blank, he raised his eyebrows, and looked back at the high door.

The moment you push open the door, the time of the whole world will be pushed back to the starting point by yourself.

Reforge the six reincarnations.

He looked calmly and blankly at the door, standing in the deepest part of the darkness, behind the door...... After pushing it away, can you go back to the past, back to the smoky heavenly immortals, and rewrite everything?

The young man repeated softly: "Whatever exists, it will be destroyed......"

The immortals in the sky, the Qionglou Yuque, the wind is the clothes and the clouds are the horses.

All kinds of things in the past, smoke and clouds in the past.

The way of heaven collapsed, only because a sword fell.

Yuan Tiangang raised a hand to catch the heavy fall of "Lu Shen", and he said slowly: "Even though there are eleven thousand kinds of destruction in this world...... But I can't accept this one. You stopped in front of me, trying to keep me from opening the door, and that's nothing more than ...... You have not experienced the pain of losing your loved ones. ”

Bluestone's pupils suddenly shrank.

Yuan Tiangang, who was standing in front of the high gate, raised his arm slowly and forcefully, and steadily raised the tip of the Lu Shen sword.

"All your persuasion, all your righteousness, just because you are on the side of the inconsequential, on your own side, you have not even experienced pain, how can you know my pain?"

The tip of Lu Shen's sword began to swirl with pure white immortal qi.

Yuan Tiangang grabbed the sword with five fingers.

The sword aura burst out.

Sword Zongming's Dugu shot away as soon as possible, chasing after the pure white sword qi, and the two wisps of sword qi were entwined together, entangled all the way, bursting out with countless fires.

Qingshi looked at the young man who lifted Lu Shen in astonishment, the sword qi that shot out from the tip of Lu Shen's sword kept sweeping out of the ghost gate, if it shot into the world, with the current luck of the Central Plains, how could he withstand Lu Shen's sword qi?

Sword Zongming had already made a move, everything was a sword, and on the way of the pure white sword qi flying, all things, even the nothingness of the path, had turned into countless sword qi, trying to block the way, and in a very short period of time, countless times were consumed, and finally the sword qi slowly dissipated.

Qingshi saw the young man holding his sword, and he didn't have any waves.

His face was resolute, his hands were folded, and the Buddha's light suddenly burst forth.

This time, Yuan Tiangang didn't shoot out the sword qi again.

The white young man stood in front of the giant gate of Tongtian, he laughed in a low voice, his body arched slightly, the hand that raised the sword, clenched his five fingers, slowly pulled towards the back of his head, and aimed the tip of the sword in a certain direction, the whole person was like a big bow.

"Lu Shen" is like an arrow.

Qingshi's expression changed drastically, and he flew out.

"Lu Shen" was full of strength, and in front of the gate of Tongtian, there was a dull and painful roar, and the young man tried his best to throw this sword of Lu Shen.

That Lu Shen turned into a pitch-black arrow, and before he made a move, he kept rubbing, and the resentment and evil qi of the ghost gate condensed around his body, constantly distorting, and finally broke away from the five fingers, and sneered and burst out, blasting out a trajectory at a speed beyond the reach of the gods.

Qingshi, who tried to stop "Lu Shen" and resisted this sword with his body, was slapped away by the unstoppable qi machine in a radius of dozens of zhang in the trajectory of the arrow.

Sword Sect's pupils shrank, sword intent surged, and the countless sword qi evoked in the realm of "One Sword for All Things" was shattered under this rare blow of "Lu Shen", and it could not be stopped in the slightest.

So the sword that was thrown out of the ghost gate just like that.

Qingshi sat on the ground, looking at this scene in amazement.

Throwing out "Lu Shen" with all his might, at this moment, he was a white-covered young man with his hands on his knees and bowing down to pant.

Flying to the Ghost Gate, Jian Zongming, who still didn't give up until the end, and wanted to stop the castration of the tip of the sword of "Lu Shen" with his sword thoughts, stretched out his hands, but only grabbed a dark phantom that flashed by.

Qingshi and Jian Zongming, pale.

There was a brief dead silence.

Then there was a "boom" that fell on the world.

It is more harsh than any sound.

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Outside the city of Liangjia.

Jiang Qingyi, who led the ride and rushed, his face was full of blood, his posture was majestic, rushing and slashing in the black mist, although there was no floating record, he raised his spirit to the realm of the soul saint, and the phantom of a thin swordsman appeared above his head, the sword aura was swirling, and the gloomy ghost thing would collapse by itself when it encountered Haoran righteousness, and it should not be close to three feet.

There is sword energy in the three feet of the head.

Even so, his sword qi had already begun to tremble, and his vitality was close to drying up.

Seven in and seven out.

There are too many of these Yin soldiers to kill, and if they don't go out of the city to face the battle, the people in the city will suffer unprovoked suffering from the constant impact of evil qi and filth.

Jiang Qingyi suddenly raised his head.

He felt the fierce wind a little confused.

From the distant sky, a scorching white dot fell, dragging a long tail, like a meteor alternating day and night.

Then it fell to the ground, and even if it was not far away, it could be heard with a bang.

The earth of Xiguan began to tremble continuously.

Jiang Qingyi's feet are unstable.

In the distance, rocks rose from the ground, trees flew up, and then turned into nothingness.

Jiang Qingyi raised his head suddenly, the thin swordsman shrouded above his head, his face was neither sad nor joyful, staring at the shock wave spreading in the distance, as if watching the end and end of his life, slowly holding the sword in both hands, and the other hand swept over the sword body, against the tip of the sword.

Just like countless times before, this phantom shadow broke away from Jiang Qingyi's independent mind at this moment, and flew out faintly and stopped in front of the master.

One man, one sword.

Tens of thousands of iron horsemen in Xiguan.

Sixteen Battalion.

Fight and kill the Yin soldiers who charge into battle.

A haunting black mist.

In the midst of the short silence, the supreme hustle and bustle was ushered in.

The entire Liangjia City, in an instant, was submerged in a white light.

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The red-clothed Nalan who fought with a sword on the northern plains.

Behind him, the seventy thousand grassland royal court fought bloodily.

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At the head of Luoyang City, Xiao Buyi, who fought to the death with the Yin soldiers.

The god of Tsing Yi who fought side by side with him was Wing Shaoran.

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At the head of Lanling City, he didn't close his eyes for three days and three nights, and he was looking at Qi Shu in the black fog under the city at this moment.

The old man who was lying on the couch and finally opened his eyes.

Xiao Wang's eyes saw a glimmer of light.

Everyone, ushered in this light.

This is not a symbol of the light of newness.

The world has been silent for a long time.

It's like all people, all living beings, all dying at this moment.

Someone stood in front of the high door and said slowly: "This was the light back then...... Destroyed everything I have. ”

This is a touch of light, the light of the end.