Huh ~

The sky is above the ninth level, and the wind is already extremely fierce. The storm above the thirty-sixth level of heaven can destroy most of the things in the world.

Buzz ~

In an island hanging high above the dome, Yang Jian stood with his hands behind his back, and the rolling spiritual energy sank into his body like giant dragons and Yangtze Rivers.

There are thirty-six levels of the sky in the sea, each level is opened up by great powers, formed by gathering the fortunes of all realms, and it is also subject to the vast majority of spiritual qi tides from all realms.

In the sky of Daluo, the spiritual qi is almost as real as the outside world, and it is not as violent as the outside world. It is not even necessary to deliberately swallow it, and it can be absorbed by the creatures therein.

On this isolated island, Yang Jian overlooks this vast world.

In the realm of the sea of ​​heaven, there are thirty-six heavens and seventy-two earths. Daluo Heaven is the supreme and noble land, and it also brings the most gods and Buddhas.

The Heavenly Court is here, and the great gods of the Heavenly Court and the Heavenly Court are also in this realm.

when!

There is a bell echoing over the sky, long and loud, and all those who hear and listen are clear and clear, as if they are baptized.

This is the treasure of the Divine Court, the morning bell, the year of nine kalpas, and it has not been heard once in tens of millions of years, but now,

In just over two hundred years, Yang Jian has heard of it hundreds of times.

And every time the bell echoes, it means that a master of the Nine Tribulations is reborn and returned after the tribulation.

"The morning bell rings? Who is coming back this time?"

In the island, Li Eryibai was bored.

He was quite excited when he first entered the mythology, but now he feels boring.

He doesn't want to be a storyteller without a spectator.

but……

"All the gods of the tribes return, and the morning bells ring, and the main gods of the tribes return, three morning bells ring, nine morning bells ring, and the masters of the tribes return, these eight sounds..."

Yang Jian said to himself:

"Who will it be?"

In the past two hundred years, he rarely appeared in this island, but he also knew a lot about the secrets of Daluotian and the Heavenly Court.

After all, every time the morning bell rings, someone will hold a banquet, but it is just the size.

Daluotian, the highest place in the sea of ​​heaven.

In the Heavenly Court, the highest ruler of Daluo Heaven, his priest held all realms in the universe and was the overlord respected by all realms. Among them, the strong are like clouds, the immortals and gods are like rain, and they are overwhelming the heavens and all spirits surrender.

The three departments and nine departments are the places where the gods and immortals in the heavenly court are located.

Even if the master of a family is in the nine kalpas, he is still a person who is powerful and famous.

Countless gods and Buddhas call him the "Nine-Earth God of War"!

"Nine Rings are the God of War Nine Viagra, these eight Rings..."

Li Eryi scratched his head, a little confused and aweful.

As a broom star, his status in the Heavenly Court is really not high, and his popularity is quite poor, and he has almost no source of searching for information.

But for him, the Nine-Ji God of War was simply familiar.

The ancestor of the Nine Heavens Demons, Dou Mu Yuanjun, the Heavenly Lord of Judicial, the Lord of Siming... Any one is active in legends and myths.

Who will be the second only to these nine?

"No matter who it is, it has nothing to do with us."

Yang Jian said, suddenly raised his eyebrows and looked up to the heights.

Li Eryi looked in the sound, but saw the familiar Shenze Dao flowing down. An old Taoist with a fairy-like appearance came stepping in with a whisk in his hand:

"The Great Heavenly Lord summoned the True Lord of the Saint!"

"His He has returned?"

Yang Jian felt a stern.

A hundred years ago, when Emperor Ziwei returned, he violated the rules of heaven and fought with the emperor in the void. Not long after, he was killed off his rank and his magical powers and left him to the mortal world.

But He did not return...

"True Lord, please!"

The old Taoist glanced at Li Eryi, with unconcealed bad luck in his eyes:

"The Great Heavenly Lord summoned him, the True Lord cannot bring this broom star..."

"you……"

Li Er's eyelids twitched, and he was about to speak, but Yang Jian interrupted:

"Lead the way!"

The old Taoist had no choice but to give up, and then led the way.

The divine court is majestic and lingering in its bright light.

When he walked into the divine court again, Yang Jian couldn't help but feel moved, feeling deeply afraid.

As the endless spiritual energy rolls, all kinds of gods and Buddhas return one after another. In more than two hundred years, the sea of ​​heaven has changed several times in a day, and the heaven is naturally one of the most violent places.

He saw with his own eyes that this towering divine court was gradually rejuvenated from the ruins, but he was still shocked at this moment.

When he entered this place, he felt his body sinking, as if he was being pressed down by a giant mountain...

"This is?"

"The Divine Court, revival, the Heavenly Order is being reshaped!"

The old Taoist smiled slightly and explained:

"More than a hundred years ago, the Great Heavenly Lord dismissed the Ziwei Emperor and used his divine body to recast the heavenly book outside the void. Now, I am afraid that the success is about to come?"

As he spoke, the old Taoist looked envious.

The Great Heavenly Lord has returned for more than two hundred years, except for the time when he invited all the great masters, he has never summoned a few people at the rest of the time.

And this true lord of the Saint is one of those people, and it can even be said that he is the one with the most saints in the world, no doubt about it!

How could he not be envious of this?

"The Book of Heaven?"

Yang Jian took a deep breath, suppressed the throbbing in his heart, and slowly walked into the courtyard filled with divine light.

Outside the Divine Court, the islands float among the clouds, above the Divine Court, all kinds of immortal palaces are like forests, and they can be seen endlessly at a glance.

However, the courtyard here seems very quiet, with divine light lingering outside, but inside, it is a bit simpler than the divine court.

Mountains, bamboo forests, clear springs, wooden houses, and nine per person-high ox stones.

During this time, Yang Jian saw the middle-aged man in regular clothes again, sitting on the wading ox stone by the river.

As before, he could see and remember how he could read it, but he could not see it clearly, nor could he remember his facial features and face.

"sit."

The middle-aged man spoke calmly, and Yang Jian couldn't help but sit down.

This middle-aged man who could not see his face had a way of saying and saying that he could not understand. Any words seemed to be a reality.

Whenever he faces him, Yang Jian feels his body, mind, soul and soul tremble. Even if he has endless anger and murderous intent, it will only turn into terror and fear.

This is not because his mental state is insufficient, but because the essential gap between the two has reached an unimaginable level.

Just like a mortal looking up at the starry sky, feeling endless, deep and vast, and inevitably giving rise to the meaning of one's own endless insignificance...

"The wonderful way of Qingyuan is one of the seven-yuan and seven great ways. If you don't go this way, it will be difficult to prove the justice."

The middle-aged man seemed to have a look at Yang Jian, and seemed to be feeding the fish casually:

"If you fail to achieve enlightenment, everything is empty, and everything you do is meaningless..."

"This is not my way!"

Yang Jian responded coldly.

Whenever he saw the supreme existence in front of him, his heart was always trembling and unspeakable, but it added countless complexities.

Because, only here can he feel the breath of his father...

"The road never belongs to anyone. Even if the road is opened, as long as he opens the road, everyone can walk and everyone can achieve it."

The middle-aged man threw down the bait, and in the stream, all kinds of golden red fish suddenly competed for it:

"You are my son in this life, and you do not have to fight with anyone, nor do you have to give way to anyone, and you have always prepared for you..."

Yang Jian's breathing stagnated. He could not refute at all, but he still gritted his teeth: "I said, this is not my way!

I will never block my brother's path!”

"Then you have to go to the path of trapping the isolated island."

Middle-aged people have no sorrow or joy, and even most of their minds are not here:

"Have you thought about it?"
To be continued...