Li Zhichang's cultivation will not be confused, but every life is so real, some in the past, some in the future, and some in the heavens and all worlds, is happening.

I am all beings, and all beings are not me.

Red dust is bitter, only by cutting off troubles, can we be pure and comfortable.

If you want to cultivate its practice, you must first cultivate its mind, and the reason why the beginning is 'the beginning of the beginning' is only because its mind has no external objects, but it derives all things, all-encompassing, and all-encompassing.

The sound of the avenue was like a stream of water, and then a bell rang, shaking the soul.

The beginning of the preaching does not set up words, the true sound of the Great Dao, nor any language, just a seed, falling in Li Zhichang's spiritual platform, as for what kind of creation, that is Li Zhichang's business, and the beginning of the Yuan has nothing to do, and the Great Dao has to do.

The avenue is all-encompassing, all-encompassing, since all existence is within the avenue.

Under the nine shadows, the chaotic bell rang, reaching directly above the nine heavens, there were thirty-three sounds, and each bell rang, Li Zhichang was clear and clear, and he could see the original in countless 'I'.

I don't know when the Nine Secluded Yellow Springs are dyed red by blood, and under the chaotic bell, there is a monstrous sea of blood, the sea of blood is surging, galloping, just like the sea of suffering in the world, struggling in it, and it cannot be exceeded.

Emperor Ziwei and Bixia Yuanjun were fluttering in it, and Bixia Yuanjun said lightly: "Now, things are out of control." ”

Emperor Ziwei suddenly laughed and said, "I didn't expect him to be so determined, seeking to survive in death, and I didn't expect that the Chaos Bell would be willing to recognize him as the master, you must know that in a sense, the Chaos Bell can kill him." ”

"In this sea of blood. It has always been the blood of others, and this time the people of the Blood River are afraid that they will not shed their own blood. Bixia Yuanjun suddenly sighed.

Emperor Ziwei closed his eyes and did not answer, and a green cloud was born on his head.

Heaven is a life of water. The Tao is natural, crape myrtle is the pivot of the North Pole, the lord of the stars, the master of life and death, and the birth of the void is almost eternal.

Immediately, there were stars, dotted with stars, and the three emperor stars. Bright and bright, the starry sky is vast, is it not that words can be exhausted.

In the midst of the sea of blood. I don't know when a lotus flower was born, a blood-colored lotus, and a lonely and arrogant Taoist sat on it, with a blurred face. As far as the eye can see. This is where the Chaos Clock is.

The blood-colored waters continued to rise, like a huge hand, grabbing at the source of the melodious bell, the Chaos Bell.

It's just that the time around the Chaos Clock is rippling, and the slowness is amazing, and when it reaches the sky, the blood waves that roll up are getting slower and slower. Then the starlight fell, melting the blood.

There is no sun and moon in the nine. Therefore, it has been drowsy, and there is crape myrtle at this time. It is also dark and gloomy.

In the sea of blood, the Taoist's gaze was fierce, breaking through the darkness, but behind him there was a void, 100,000 demon soldiers, the demonic energy was monstrous, and they were fighting in the sky.

shattered time and scattered the stars.

Bixia Yuanjun sneered, untied the ribbon around his waist, threw it into the air, and when he landed, a Bixia hit the blood-colored lotus.

This Bixia is the gathering of the divine power of Bixia Yuanjun, and it is the refining of the willing power of all living beings, without any supernatural powers and mana, but mixed with the minds of all living beings, it is extremely complicated, even if the Golden Immortal Daluo, as long as it is touched, it will also mess up the heart of the water stop.

Two sword qi were born from the blood river people, one gray and one red, blending with each other. surrounded Bixia, but in a moment, the Bixia was crushed clean, and there was not half a point left.

These two sword qis, one is Ah Nose and the other is Yuan Tu, which are born with the people of the Blood River River. Ah Nose killing, Yuan slaughter murder calendar, has never been light, since the beginning of the world, the blood river people have only moved a few times.

If it weren't for the Ziwei Emperor and the Chaos Bell exerting too much pressure on the Blood River Dao people, Bixia Yuanjun wouldn't have let him use the two swords.

The blue glow dissipated, and suddenly reappeared.

In the extinguishment of life, the two sword qi continued to exert their power without hesitation, and they were wiped out in the birth.

Bixia is born and destroyed, and is born in death, and the cycle goes back and forth, and the two sword qi of one gray and one red are also tireless, and Bixia will be destroyed once and again.

At this time, all the heavens and all the worlds, immeasurable sentient beings, and those who believe in Bixia Yuanjun, all give birth to the statue of Bixia Yuanjun in their hearts, and their hearts are moved, silently reciting the name of God, and the wishes of all living beings are rolling in, endlessly.

This Bixia is supported by the will of all living beings, and it is endless.

But Na Ah Nose Yuan Tu didn't know what was supernatural, the sword qi did not increase, decrease, and did not change, as if it violated the law of growth and decrease in the world.

After a few more breaths, under the starry sky, above the sea of blood, a huge Buddha was born, and two Venerable Ones were served on the left and right, one was Ananda and the other was Kasya.

The Buddha did not speak, and the whole body was full of light, and the nine secluded places were illuminated like glass all over the ground, and the dust was not clean.

The power of majestic, transcendent, and not stuck in things arises spontaneously, and there seem to be a lot of 'swastika' symbols revealed, and everything has a way, such as dew and electricity.

The Buddha's magical powers, all to the incredible situation, gently reached out of the palm, grabbed the chaos bell, let that time be like water, the sea of blood churning, starlight like a fight, can not resist the power of the Buddha.

Ka Ye smiled, Ananda was solemn, the Buddha was solemn, but his face was compassionate, all sentient beings were suffering, all sentient beings were sinking, the Buddha had great ~ Dharma, great wishes, great magical powers, great wisdom, liberating sentient beings and making them enjoy happiness.

In the midst of this chaotic scene, a green leaf, carrying a black cat, was safe and sound in the sea of blood.

A pitch-black long sword stood quietly somewhere in the Imperial Palace, indifferently and silently.

Li Zhichang only heard the bell, did not know the scene of the nine shadows, and forgot the beginning.

The countless 'I' gradually disappeared under the sound of the bell, until after thirty-three rings, the scene in Li Zhichang's eyes changed.

It was as if he had returned to the chaos, the heavens and the earth had not yet opened, and suddenly one day the chaos broke open, giving birth to immeasurable stars, and three thousand gods and demons came into being. The stars are born, the sun and the moon are weekly, and then gradually all living things are born.

One of the gods and demons looks very similar to him, his heart is like a white cloud, and his mind is like flowing water.

This god and demon is at ease, wandering in the wilderness, practicing qi and becoming enlightened, with great magical powers, great ~ mana, and he has really walked through a lot of places.

Look at a flower, see a scene, pass a peak, although the enjoyment is endless, but not nostalgic.

One day, when I arrived outside the Northwest Sea, in the corner of the great wilderness, I saw that there were mountains that did not match, and the name was not good.

It is cold all year round, snow all year round, little vegetation, and the end of the mountain peak, I don't know where it is, even if it is the cultivation of this god and demon, under the eyes of the sky, I can't see the end clearly.

He was curious by nature, and went up the mountain, and when he arrived, he was surrounded by rocks, ice, and snow, and the cold wind was biting, and his soul was frozen, and no other living beings were seen.

When he was about to run out of patience, he finally saw a trace of greenery, but saw that under the cliff in front of him, there was a green vine, not stained with wind and snow, full of vitality, not like a product here.

Under the green vine, there is a gourd, the gods and demons are transparent to the heavens, and they know that it is a strange treasure, but it will take three thousand years for the gourd to mature. (To be continued.) )