The soft and holy light, like a lighthouse in the storm, is the hope after despair, countless people look up, revealing the happiness of the rest of their lives, this is the catastrophe, the so-called manpower, in the face of the snow disaster, it seems extremely pale and powerless.

At this moment, whether it is the invincible Tianjiao Demon or the blood of the desolation wandering all over the ground, it seems as fragile as a blank piece of paper.

In the catastrophe, many Tianjiao fell, and the people who survived were all people with bad luck.

If the so-called strength and realm cannot go beyond a certain range, no one will be spared in the process of the southward drift of the entire polar glacier.

The holy mountain, this is the last hope, countless people looked up, looking at the light mask above their heads, the holy blue glow, not dazzling and bright, but completely isolated from the storm of the outside world.

Jimo looked up at the white sky, he was extremely lucky, he was added by the atmosphere, standing at the foot of the holy mountain, did not collide with this disaster head-on, and did not suffer any impact in the only pure land left in the heavy snow disaster.

In the distance, the huge true god towered like an iron tower, and the golden true god on his shoulders withdrew his gaze from the sky, and the golden light in his eyes shimmered, he seemed to have come from eternity, rich as jade, flawless, and his whole body exuded a holy aura.

Farther away, Zhang Bairen retracted his gaze, and seemed to instantly turn into tens of millions of people, manifesting the portraits of all beings, "The glacier moves south, the origin of troubled times, and the words come true." ”

Ziwei has a forbidden land, suppressing countless gods and demons in the ancient town, sealing the remnants of the gods and demons, this place is called the Demon Death Tomb, there are blue clothes to open their eyes, as if looking through countless layers of high heaven, behind him, five heavenly dragons leap, "Nanling will collapse, gods and demons are born." ”

The Battle of the Supreme, the Great War was in the largest forbidden area of the Ancient Star, almost breaking through this forbidden land, and the aftermath of the Great War affected the entire Ancient Star Domain.

Except for a few Inheritance Ancient Lands that were not greatly affected, the other Pure Land Holy Lands, including the top-level Holy Lands, were not spared.

The Eastern Wilderness, one of the largest top holy places, the secluded capital of the Heavenly Dao, was submerged by the sea water pouring from the east, this ancient holy land, inherited for 100,000 years, at this moment the background is all out, almost nothing, but also in the sea water like duckweed, close to destruction.

The entire ancient Ziwei Pole Dao Star only had Zhongzhou, Barbarism, Taihuang, and Beginning Wilderness, and failed to face the disaster, and many Dao systems and inheritances did not bear the frontal impact.

In the Western Desert Zen Domain, this ancient Buddha land has existed since three ancient times, and it has remained unfailing in the two god and demon tribulations.

The largest and most mysterious Pure Land of the Buddha Kingdom, collided with the tsunami head-on, endless Buddha light erupted, the entire sky was rendered golden, countless ancient great Buddha bodies were lit up, and the murmuring Buddha name True Dharma spread all over this ancient desert.

Later generations rumored that on this day, a new Buddha was born in the Zen realm, and an ancient Buddha died, but the position of the Buddha was still empty, and no ancient Buddha, Arhat, or Bodhisattva could set foot on that ancient land.

The ancient Buddha died, but the Buddha in this world is not alive! The Buddha is dead!

The big Buddha has not yet returned.

The remnants of the holy land, a little Sumeru raised his head, sat cross-legged on the ground, muttered the ancient scriptures, and carried the golden body of the ancient Buddha on his head in the wind and snow.

Compared with the wind and snow in the sky, such a little monk is really insignificant, but in the storm, he is as immobile as a mountain, steady as a rock, and sits quietly in the sea of snow.

Behind him, there stood a white-clothed monk, fluttering in white, as rich as jade, a peerless son, but it was a pity to be a monk.

In the sudden apocalyptic catastrophe, these two monks from the Zen realm could not escape, they were far away from the holy mountain, buried by the wind and snow moving south.

However, in the face of the southward movement of the entire polar glacier, these two monks were calm and unfazed.

As if the ancient Buddha preached, the Bodhisattva was reincarnated, the little monk with red lips and white teeth, the golden Buddha lying in the center of the eyebrows was generous and glorious, he embraced the sun and the moon, turned into the starting point of the golden ocean, and the golden statue of the ancient Buddha body behind him seemed to be like a pillar of heaven.

In this wind and snow, find a pure land.

In countless winds and snows, the little monk opened his eyes, his eyes were pure, like a clear spring, and it seemed to contain the whole world.

"Senior brother, the Pure Land has passed the Buddha's true message, and the reincarnation of the human king back then is really not dead. ”

"Is that him?" the white-robed monk asked of course.

"Yes, it's true, 'wait and see'. The golden cicada closed his eyes, folded his hands, and recited Buddhist scriptures in his mouth.

"Yes. ”

"Senior brother, your heart is not quiet. The little monk suddenly raised his head and stared at Jialan, and two fierce gazes flashed in his eyes, like lightning bursting.

"If you don't know something, don't ask, don't think about it, don't speculate about the Buddha. The little monk closed his eyes again, his face was kind, and the treasure was solemn.

"Yes. ”

At the foot of the holy mountain, hundreds of Tianjiao have gathered, as well as countless alien beasts and alien species, all of them are worried about their hearts, in this kind of rare catastrophe in ancient times, almost all living beings can only close their eyes and pray, hoping that the deceased true immortals can hear the prayers and bring the gospel to all beings.

In the catastrophe, no one can be the protagonist, they are just a group of unfortunate people who have taken refuge, and even everyone does not understand why such a catastrophe can come suddenly without warning.

Could it be that the Heavenly Dao is going to destroy the world, and the ancient chaos is revived?

The whole holy mountain is like a pillar of heaven, bursting out of endless brilliant and brilliant divine light, sacred and invisible, in the collision of the heavy snow waves, such a straight mountain pillar implanted in the clouds, like a needle of the sea god.

"Oh no, the holy mountain is also shaking in the storm and is about to collapse. "You Tianjiao looked up at the sky, his face was bloodless.

The ancient holy mountain, also known as the Heavenly Halberd Mountain, is said to be a divine halberd that fell from the sky, and there is a legend that this is a sleeping imperfect imperial soldier, which will be revived one day.

On the mountain, the scales are one after another, like the huge stones like the scales of the real dragon god, falling from the clouds, the ancient mountain erupts with all kinds of glow, the rui light is innumerable, overflowing from the stone cracks, the dazzling holy brilliance, as if it can refine all things, and rise to the sky.

In the starry sky of the universe, in the ancient vacuum, there is a big purple star, which is extremely ancient, as the main battlefield of the two gods and demons, this ancient star has been hit head-on, but it has never collapsed.

In the quiet operation, a field of this ancient star suddenly erupted with a pillar of divine light, piercing through the clouds, like a godless soldier falling from the sky, splitting half of the star field.

At the same time, on the other side of this ancient star, the waves were monstrous, the calm sea surface that had been there since ancient times was sunken, and countless huge whirlpool tornadoes were swirling in all directions.

"The mountain is going to collapse!" one day cried out in pride and despair.

A huge meteorite, with a brilliant light tail, fell sharply from the sky, smashing the ground into a thousand holes.

The dazzling fire meteor is undoubtedly an extremely beautiful meteor shower, but it is one of the catastrophes that will destroy the world.

Countless heavenly arrogance cried out, strange beasts scattered, and some people were hit by meteorites falling from the sky and turned directly into pulp.

This boulder from the holy mountain, with a natural momentum and coercion, descended from the sky into a meteor and turned into an apocalyptic disaster.

The holy mountain is also about to collapse, one of the oldest mountains, falling from the sky, suspected to be a godless soldier, and a carrier of the inheritance of the king of people, like the pillar of heaven and earth that supports heaven and earth, is also about to collapse.

At the foot of the holy mountain, it is no longer a pure land to save life, but has become another real purgatory, a burial ground for the living.

The boulder fell, and the sacred mountain collapsed from the very top, and then, as if inducing some kind of magic spell, this collapse continued, from the top, and continued to spread downward.

In the collapse, the mountain became even more brilliant, the divine light was dazzling, and the bright holy brilliance directly refined many living beings, and the last pure land in the snowstorm also became purgatory.

In the holy mountain, there was a quiet space, and there was a white-clothed man sitting cross-legged with his eyes open, his eyes flashing with confusion, and then he was shocked, "How can this be." ”

He raised his head and looked at the special space with golden light, and his eyes flashed with melancholy, "Child, why is it you, does that ancient prophecy really exist." ”

In another space of the Holy Mountain, in a cloud of black mist, two dazzling divine lights suddenly shot out, and a loud roar was heard from afar.

"Impossible!"

Immediately, the ghost fog swept through and rushed out of the holy mountain to escape from the center of the disaster.

Jimo raised his head and looked at the falling meteorite, the corners of his lips trembled slightly, "Master...... Father!"

The urgent call from his heart made him full of worry, and he remembered that Mo Wentian could only sit in that space, unable to move his body, how to dodge in this kind of world-destroying disaster?

"You can't go in. "The rabbit blocked Jimo, and there was a meteorite rain above his head, and no matter who walked in at this moment, he would be smashed into a pulp by the meteorite that fell from the sky, and he would be buried forever, and he would never be spared.

"You retreat one after another, and I will go back as soon as I go. Jimo rolled up his sleeves, fanned out an irresistible strong wind, and rolled Xiao Tufei and several people, all of them to the rear, and sent them to the edge of the meteorite rain.

"Jimo, you bastard, you can't be sent to death!" the rabbit shouted angrily, his body constantly regressing, and he could only watch Jimo rush into the meteorite rain.

This is a great calamity, no matter who refines the vajra body and enters the sky full of stone rain, it is destined to be buried and smashed into mud.

Jimo's lips trembled slightly, and he continued to speed up to the extreme, in this meteorite rain, Mo Wentian couldn't move his body at all, he was completely a live target, and he had no other choice than to be buried by rocks.

He shouted, lifting his halberd to pick up the boulders that fell from the sky, but they were directly thrown away, these boulders could not be destroyed at all, and it was extremely difficult to even change the trajectory of the fall.

The billowing black fog rushed out of the holy mountain and rushed across from Jimo, and soon, the two collided.

Jimo was covered by the black mist, and soon pierced through the other end of the black mist, his eyes were shining, and he did not look back, and continued to rush towards the holy mountain.

He leaped over countless falling meteorites, and was hit by falling boulders, vomiting blood, feeling like 100,000 mountains hitting his body at the same time.

He was wounded, unable to survive and incapable of protecting himself.

Disheveled!

The boulder was like a complete mountain, falling from the sky, smashing on the top of Jimo's head, his body turned upside down, the golden blood on his head fell, and fell straight to the ground, his head burst into gold stars, and his skull was almost shattered, which was a fatal injury.

He raised his head, and the phantom in front of him floated away, such a frontal collision was like being hit by the full force of the Void Power, and the Holy Fetus couldn't resist it.

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