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Chapter 971 Who discusses the robbery?

Buzz ~

In the valley, blood surging, and the sound of Buddha's voice and Zen singing echoed under it.

"Is Nirvana Temple?"

In front of the gradually dimming flesh and blood altar, Yang Yu said to himself, sorting out and analyzing Yang Ni's words in the illusion.

Of course, it is impossible for Yang Ni to be unconventional.

In fact, he suspected that the reason why he could not sense Yang Ni's state at this time was probably because the latter was in the middle of life and death.

Or, being suppressed in an unknown place.

Moreover, he must be a great master in Buddhism.

Otherwise, he wouldn't have to go around for a long time and finally climb Nirvana Mountain by himself...

But he naturally did not completely believe Yang Ni's words. After all, he might also deliberately guide himself into a trap...

Nirvana Temple is not a good place.

After looking at Mi Xin who was sitting not far away, Yang Yu stretched out his hand and the flesh and blood altar in the valley had collapsed.

Only a seemingly ordinary silk book was captured by him.

"On the robbery!"

On the home page of the silk book, there are only two simple words, not Daowen, but one of the most common words in the Longquan world.

The two realms are different. The writing in Longquan realm is much more complex than that in the mountains and seas, but he saw familiar traces from it.

"Three laughters and scatter!"

Yang Yu's eyes tightened.

He did not forget the words of Old Taoist Han Yue in the Xuangong Realm, especially the strange disappearance and comments of the former.

If he was a little skeptical at that time, he was already confident at this moment. The Sanxiaosanren, who wrote the theory of tides in the Shanhai Realm, really appeared in this world!

"On the robbery..."

After looking at Mi Xin who was sitting quietly and chanting scriptures, Yang Yu opened the book of silk books that Yang Ni deliberately left to him.

"The disaster is the limit of the Tao!"

The familiar tone does not change by the difference in words. Sanxiaosanren is still concise and has no silence:

"The limit of living beings is in heaven, the limit of heaven is in Tao! The limit of Tao is in calamity! Therefore, when a catastrophe occurs, all kinds of things are buried, and the universe is destroyed..."

Yu Yang chewed the words as above, thinking about something.

“…I have traveled to many places, searching for the ruins of our predecessors, and have some experiences, and recorded them here.”

"The limit of life varies depending on the heels and feet. Low-level heels and feet are difficult to achieve ten capitals, medium-level heels and feet, nine lights are difficult to achieve, non-superior heels and feet, no hope for eight extremes...

The limit of life can reach 9,900, nearly 10,000 years... The limit of life varies from person to person, and the world and the world are easy to be due to heaven...

The ancient disasters vary from one another…”

"Before ancient times, it was the 'Nine Tribulations', and its length may be 840 million. When the aftermath is over, ten tribulations will descend and the sky will open..."

Yang Yu looked at it very seriously. Compared with the information he obtained from the Tianhai Realm and the fantasy realms of immortals and magic, he was a little clear in his heart.

This Sanxiaosan man who seems to be able to span the two worlds seems to have been quite knowledgeable about ancient times and is very familiar with disasters and fortune.

Even predicting when the aftermath of the nine tribulations will disappear and when the ten tribulations will come!

At the same time, it also mentioned that the Taoist ghost he had not figured out yet...

"...I am just an old and corrupt person who knows the disaster, and the Tao, ancient times, and even more ancient gods who know the disasters?"

"The Tao is afraid of death, and the living beings are afraid of death! This is true for today's people, the ancients, the future is like this, and the gods, demons, immortals and Buddhas.

According to legend, before the Nine Tribulations, or even more timeless years, countless gods and demons were seeking to cross, fighting for the irresistible disaster...

The most famous ones include the eight or nine mysterious skills, the blessings of the cave heaven, the transformation of the Tao, etc. The only one that can be verified is the 'Hao', or the Tao ghost!"

"Dao Ghost, Dao Ghost. As the name suggests, it means that the gods combine with the Tao fruit, half a life and half a death, and is like a human but not a ghost...

With the immortality of the Tao Fruit, we will cross the tribulation waves! Therefore, the spiritual tide will rise again, and the Taoist ghosts will appear! Before the sea of ​​heaven opens, there will be hundreds of ghosts in the world who will travel every day..."

"They are back..."

...

At this point, the silk book came to an abrupt end. The second half of the book was torn off by someone, but I don’t know if it was Yang Ni himself tore off or when he was fighting with someone...

"Hedao, Taoist ghost..."

After reading this half of the silk book, Yang Yu was only breathing a few times, but the various information contained in it made his heart turbulent.

Especially the Taoist ghost recorded on the last page...

Thinking of Yang Niyi's abnormal request for help, Yang Yu couldn't help but have such a thought arose in his heart...

"What Yang Ni is concerned about is a great Buddhist master who has returned from ancient times! Perhaps, they are the legendary Vajras and Bodhisattvas?"

"Amitabha!"

The blood mist gradually dissipated, and Mixin, who was tired on his face, then slowly got up. He clasped his hands together and walked to the valley, and glanced at the broken altar of flesh and blood:

"The devil of the Blood Prison and the Underworld Hedao is the most violent and perverse. I am afraid that it is not for no reason to leave this altar of flesh and blood..."

At this point, Mixin kept silent. He shook his head slightly, but extinguished his tentative heart and prepared to leave.

"Fellow up, fellow Taoist."

But Yang Yu called him instead:

"I have lived in Nanling for a long time and did not understand Buddhism, but I do not know who worshipped the Bodhisattvas and Buddhas in Nirvana Mountain?"

...

...

boom!

It's like a meteorite shattering!

A huge roar came out from the back mountain of Cangjiangmen, instantly alarming the entire mountain gate, and all the disciples were shocked.

"Nanling kid!"

The uncontrollable growl echoed from the dark and dull cave, mixed with light and darkness, and the chest of the three-foot Taoist man with two colors rose and fell.

The anger in his heart was not entirely because of the flying sword being taken away, and he could not capture and kill that junior.

Because, the moment he saw the divine sword close-up, his purpose of temptation had already been achieved.

He was almost sure that the sword immortal Nanling had retained the memory of the Fang Xuangong realm, and even...

"That person is afraid that he was chosen as the 'illusion walk' by 'Zhou Jueyin Tiangong', or the inheritor..."

In the darkness, the old voice seemed a little hoarse, and a sigh:

"No wonder even the ancestor, I lack memory... What I lack is not memory, but that period of time, which was cut off..."

Missing memories can be retrieved.

But if that experience is cut off, no matter how hard it is, it is impossible to regain the lost memory...

“Inheritor…”

The Sanchi Taoist's face twitched for a moment. Even though he had expected it, he still couldn't suppress the murderous intent in his heart.

That Fang Zhou Jueyin Tiangong is a top-notch mysterious realm that has not even been included in the catalog of Ten Thousand Immortals!

Longquan has been passed down for millions of years, and there are only ten such mysterious realms.

More importantly, the last corner from the true Baji defect is in that mysterious realm...

"What do you mean?"

In the darkness, the old voice seemed to notice something.

"You can just return to the Taoist fruit and allow me to last three days..."

"Hahaha!"

The old laughter interrupted the Sanchi Taoist's words:
Chapter completed!
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