The disaster finally came to an end.

This is the most bizarre disaster since the infinity of disasters.

It’s better to say that both lose and lose, or it’s better to say that they are in harmony with each other.

When you reach the end, you will be able to make such a great oath, and you will never be able to find a real winner.

With the disasters sweeping across the Yinming Realm as a force, Xuanmen's general Dongtu Demon Clan in the Yinming Realm limits the two caves for three hundred years. But at the same time, he had to teach Ma Ling Buddha to achieve enlightenment and demon god, giving Qingniu Demon Cultivation three hundred years of time to practice.

It is rare to find both laws in the world.

Even with the wisdom of Liu Yuanzheng and the Taoist sons, this is the only way.

After a detailed and noisy discussion, under the witness of the cultivators, Liu Yuanzheng and Yima Ling Buddha stood in the air.

Three feet above the boy's head, the clouds of luck appeared, and the spiritual clouds surged. In a vague way, dark thunders turned into mysterious dragons, passing through the vast clouds.

The moon flows between the eyes of the Buddha, as if the moon is shining, and there is even more demonic dust boiling, as if it is like clouds covering the moon, which drives the way of luck.

Ambiguous voice squeezed out from their throats.

This is not the language for the communication of creatures in the world, it is the sound of nature that is like the roar of the great way.

Seeing the two of them swear, He Wan'an on the side hurriedly offered a book to Wan'an. The pages floated into the mountains buried by ashes and dust. The light of spirit fell and repaired the local patterns again. Soon, with the final ambiguous sound of Taoism, the round and obscure spiritual light also circled in the Dragon Locking Bureau again, and finally disappeared into invisible.

The oath was made, and in the place, the Yima Ling Buddha finally snorted coldly, then wrapped his sleeves, tearing apart the barrier of the cave, leading the Heart Ape Ling Buddha, and leading the original Lingshan Buddha to enter it, and his body disappeared.

When Liu Yuanzheng turned his head to look, another black smoke demon dust spread. The Green Bull Demon Cultivator had already attracted the East Earth Demon Cultivator to retreat to the far sky. It had just come into Liu Yuanzheng's eyes and then disappeared from his sight.

At this moment, Liu Yuanzheng finally relaxed.

With a wave of hand, the complicated pages flew out of the mountains and stacked into the almost fragmented golden seal script.

Liu Yuanzheng's figure slowly fell into the crowd of cultivators and was about to stand still. Almost half of his body became soft and he was quickly supported by Lin Qixuan.

Such a loss of composure and such a embarrassing situation.

But Zhu Xiu looked at Liu Yuanzheng with admiration.

Not everyone can be as calm as Liu Yuanzheng, facing a Buddha of Death at such a long time as a demon god, even the final promise was far beyond their initial bottom line.

They have deduced the end of this disaster, deduced the possibility of the Three Buddhas taking action, and deduced the current confrontation.

For this reason, before traveling, they each left the soul lamp in the cave of the ancestors. If something really could not bear to say, relying on the residual soul in the soul lamp, they might have the possibility of continuing the path of divine practice.

If there is a confrontation, the original decision of the cultivators will only be a hundred years after discussing it, and even the bottom line will continue to wander over decades, and there is no saying that the two tribes are forbidden to kill.

The current achievements are already a surprise for the practitioners of Xuanmen.

After a long time, Liu Yuanzheng let out a long breath of turbid air.

His face was still pale, but he waved weakly.

"After leaving, go back to the cave world first."

...

In the world, Yueting Xianshan.

Over the three thousand miles of Qingyun, the old master Yuandao stood in the hands of the Liangyi Yuanyou Banner and walked in the empty stage.

At this moment, the old real man quietly watched the sect's slightly increasing fortune, with deep eyes, as if deducing the secret of heaven.

After a long time, the old real man whispered softly.

"Three hundred years... From the time when we planned to establish the underworld, to the time of eternity, we have not seen any shadows in the underworld... But if everything goes well... three hundred years..."

At the end of the whisper, the old real man suddenly raised his head and stared at the sky gate hanging high in the sky.

"Will it go smoothly? When will the saints of the Immortal Land take action to get rid of the thorns in my eyes? And... Master..."

The wind was howling in the sea of ​​clouds, and the old real man's wide Taoist robe was swept, making him look more and more desolate.

Rushi stared at the Tianmen for a long time. The old real man lowered his head and withdrew his gaze. After a circle of spirit, his figure disappeared from the spot. Only the two Yiyuan You Banners hung high in the center of Qingyun for three thousand miles, suppressing the luck of the Lei Zong.

...

At the same time, Dongtu and Lingshan.

The young leader sat calmly on the top of the mountain, also staring at the sky.

As early as the moment the Jianhua Ancient Buddha walked into the Dragon Locking Land, his energy showed up, and the young leader turned pale and then coughed up blood.

But at this moment, his expression was calm and he could not see any emotions.

And behind him, Ancient Buddha Huanxi had been standing silently for a long time.

"Ancient Buddha, what did you think of the Pure Land of Buddha above the sky when Buddhism was at its peak in the past?"

After hearing what the young leader said, the ancient Buddha was just silent.

He was a man who recovered from nirvana. He experienced the most prosperous time of Buddhism in the past and followed the Buddha Lord who destroyed the ancient Xuanmen.

The more brilliant it is, the harder it is to teach people to look back.

He did not answer, and the young Buddhist son did not continue to ask questions.

He seemed to be just murmuring to himself, just falling into his own thoughts.

"Sometimes I also wonder, if God had not taught me to be born in the Western Regions, if I had fled all the way after that year, if I had not escaped to Daleiyin Temple, wouldn't I have experienced this now? The ancient Buddha, the Dharma system of the Buddha Lord's source, would have been destroyed in my hands..."

The young leader's voice was still calm, but Huanxi Ancient Buddha could hear the unwillingness and pain in his voice.

The ancient Buddha pursed his lips and became more and more difficult to speak.

"If I were born in the Middle Earth, if I was born in the northern border... it might be a completely different life. If I had a fairy fate, I should be a free and carefree monk. If I had no fairy fate, I would roll around in the world of the world, study and become an official, or face the loess and backs to the sky, marry and have children, and it will take a hundred years... a hundred years... I have only been a monk now. I have only been a monk for immortality. I will just start to compete for immortality and see the day when I die..."

After hearing this, the ancient Buddha spoke with difficulty.

"No, Yinming Realm is here, Yuandao has destroyed the original plan of the immortal people. It is one of the original three realms and will be the backhand of my Buddhism! The leader, cheer up. If the future changes, I will take the leader to rush to the two realms together! Kill out! Kill into Yinming Realm! The vitality is still there!"

The young leader shook his head calmly.
Chapter completed!