The thunder and lightning tribulation lasted for a whole day, and the graticule was also tempered for a day......

The dark clouds in the sky dispersed, the light of the sky reappeared, and all the heavenly lords and celestial beings above the nine heavens, they were first shocked by the methods of the human sages, and then frightened by the endless wind and thunder and lightning under their feet, and the twenty-four heavens had fallen......

They were relieved to see the large and small heavens that fell intact on the graticule, it seemed that the thunder was aimed at the human race, not to mention that the heavens of the heavenly realm were extraordinary, they were not only God's dojos, but also had their own laws of heaven and earth......

Ning Ze stood on the net, looking up at the sky, he had a bad premonition in his heart, the way of heaven would not easily let go of the newborn humanity, just like the king would not allow rebellion to appear......

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The sky changed soon after the sunshine, and an infinite amount of purple qi was generated, wisps of color, purple qi and color, layer upon layer, such celestial phenomena, whether it was a celestial or a human race, had never been seen.

The sky is purple, and everything in heaven and earth is reflected in purple, noble, supreme, and majestic......

Such a celestial phenomenon should have been a good omen, but the beings of the human race felt endless malice......

The Buddhas, Arhats, and Bodhisattvas in the West stopped chanting, and their minds were uncertain, looking up at the sky, and the heavenly minds were not at peace, and it had affected the Buddha's mind......

The people of the southern Red Flame are chilling in their hearts, they feel the anger of the sky, the heart of heaven is no longer cold and ruthless, it is angry, it is about to explode......

The warriors of the Northern Wilderness, they are extremely angry, the sky is overwhelming, the sky wants them to bend their knees, and they want to bow down......

Under the Fengzen stage, the people who returned from the westward journey, they looked at the white-robed figure, and they wondered, can he resist the wrath of the heavens?

Dayu thousands of people they also look at a little white shadow in the sky, he is not tall, not strong, at this time he is indeed hundreds of millions of people, under his plan, the disaster of the heavens, into the invisible, the ancient sages to his horse head is the eye, he has been the leader of their hearts, today he is already a faith, they believe in him.

The graticule, which was integrated by the wisdom of three thousand and one Buddhas and seven hundred and seventy-six sages, they also felt the crisis, and they chose to believe in him, to believe in this young man......

The Buddha light is pervasive in the sky above the Western Buddha country, and the palm of the Buddha is condensed, which covers the entire West, and a white-clothed young man is manifested in the middle of the palm......

"We have followed the Buddha's decree and have seen the sages...... "The lords of the country, the bodhisattvas, the arhats, the Buddhas, the monks, and the people of the Buddha country, they understand what the Buddha meant, and the beings of the Buddha kingdom from all directions work together to help the sages......

Southern Chiyan, Chiyan's graticule turned into a fire cloud mirror, and a white-robed young man appeared in the mirror, he was wearing a sage robe, his waist was straight, and there were ten sages standing behind him.

The Emperor, the National Teacher, and the people of Fire bowed down in unison, and they understood that the white-clothed sage was the leader of the previous battle, and the Will of Fire chose him.

Northern Dayu, the sky is black, and the black gas turns into a rough head as big as the sky, he shouted: "Hey......" and then became a mirror......

The lord of the Great Wilderness, the Great Wizard, the Great Wilderness Warrior, the boy who looked at the sky, they recognized it, it was his Lord of the Northern Hades Palace, his portrait had already spread all over the Great Wilderness, his story was known to everyone, it turned out that he saved the Great Wilderness, they were willing to bow their heads, this is a brother, a brother of the human race......

The people of Dayu all saw the young man in white, and they all stared at him......

Billions of people were staring at him, they believed in him, they believed in this young sage of the human race.

Ning Ze felt it, he felt the burden on his shoulders, he looked down and thought, the great wisdom behind his head was spinning rapidly, he had to do something, waiting would make everything slim.

He looked up at the sky again, and the purple gathered more and more, the sky turned purple and black, and the coercion became heavier and heavier...... He looked down at his feet again, and he had a plan in his heart......

He waved his hand, and the Northern Soul Returning Bottle flew into Ning Ze's hand from the Fengzen platform, and he pointed to the treasure bottle with three hundred and sixty-five true texts, and Ning Ze's fingers pointed out one after another, and the three hundred and sixty-five true texts fell into the three hundred and sixty-five nodes where the longitude and latitude intersected......

"Brothers of the human race, please write these true texts with your minds......"

Dinghui Bodhisattva writes with the Bodhisattva's Taoist thoughts, and one by one the golden true texts are scattered, and different characters fall into different positions......

The lords of the ten directions are writing with the Tao thoughts, the bodhisattvas and arhats are writing, and the hundreds of millions of people in the West are writing with their hearts......

Chiyan National Master Shen Yuan wrote solemnly, and one by one the true texts of the flame flew up, coinciding with the true texts left by Ning Ze......

The Chiyan Emperor is writing, the Manchu Dynasty is writing, and hundreds of millions of true texts are mosaic......

Dahuang is writing, Dayu is also writing, no one is so pious in writing, the literate are writing, the illiterate are also writing, the old are writing, and the children and adults are teaching him to write......

Ning Ze looked at the overlapping true texts, and he waved at the million little qilins, which were grouped into five hundred and four nets......

"Hum ......" came out, it was a tablet that could not be described, it should be said that it was half a tablet, there were more than a thousand marks on the tablet, the Tao was mysterious, it seemed that the truth of heaven and earth was in fact, whether it was the Nine Heavens Supreme, or the mortal warriors, as soon as they saw it, it was difficult to take their eyes off, and nothing else mattered,

Just get him.

Heavenly Monument !! Ning Ze's heart was cold, he should have thought that it was the condensation of the laws of heaven and earth, and the body of the monument was full of astronomy, and it was the embodiment of the Heavenly Dao.

Half of the heavenly monument represents this heavenly way, who can withstand this monument falling? Is all efforts going to waste? Is the dedication of the Buddha and all the sages going to turn into dust?

Ning Ze's heart was in turmoil, no one knew better than him the horror of the Heavenly Monument, even if it was only half of it, it was not something that the human race could resist......

No...... The human race has no way to retreat, and he has no way to retreat, if the graticule is dispersed and the disasters of the heavens are repeated, he will die, his son will die, his mother will die, no one in the Ning clan can live, how many people in the human race can live?

Ning Ze was full of anger in his heart, he fought hard, the sky fell and he was tall, he was the tallest of the human race, and the sage of the human race, the Western Buddha, handed over the human race to him, and he fought ......

The Heavenly Monument is not fast at all, it is like the king of the sky, and it has its own majesty......

"Senior, drag it for a moment with Jiuding......"

The nine sages melted into the Ding, they felt the power of the Heavenly Monument, and the Nine Dings gathered together and soared into the air......

"Buzzing ......" Jiuding was like a mantis arm as a car, and it was shot down in an instant, and Jiuding screamed sadly......

"Don't ......" Ning exclaimed, Jiuding released an immeasurable white light, and hit the heavenly monument again, silently and fearlessly, but it made Ning Ze's heart hurt terribly......

The heavenly monument was knocked back a few zhang, and Jiuding had no life, and they all fell down and became dead things......

"Senior ......" Ning Ze lost his voice in great sorrow, his eyes were red, but his hands were pinching faster and faster......

The only remaining sage, he has no joy or sorrow, all the Taoist friends have completed their mission, and he is waiting for his time......

Those who are obsessed with the Heavenly Monument are human race Taoist sects, grandmasters, martial artists, and martial disciples...... All the Terrans woke up, and they were awakened by the sacrifice of the nine sages......

They are all full of shame, the life and death of the human race, they are so depraved, are they worthy of those figures? are they worthy of the young man who is sad and silent, but is still working hard?

Many people have given themselves a slap in the face, they are not people, they guard their hearts and minds, and they are dedicated to writing true texts, this is the only thing they can do, the battle between humanity and heaven, they are people?

"...... Start"

Three hundred and sixty-five true texts flew up, each of them turned into stars, the big array was formed, the sky changed, and the starlight fell one after another in the purple air in the sky, and the stars appeared in the daytime......