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He promised?

Above the imperial court, in the demon realm, in the hidden places of the continents, the gazes looking at this place are fluctuating, or unwilling, or jealous, or sighing.

Yes, who can refuse such good fortune?

That, but the holy place!

Ever since ancient times, has there ever been such a good luck?

"So good..."

Gautama folded his hands together and looked at the sky.

Above the clouds, the emperor was standing with his hands in his hands, the extreme west of the sky, the eyes of compassion fell down here, and the big dragon gate hummed and trembled above the vast ocean of the South China Sea, as if the supreme existence was about to descend.

Demon Realm, Outer Heaven, Nether Kingdom...

Will fluctuate one after another, looking down, staring at this place.

There is no concealment, the grandeur is extremely magnificent, and it seems that he doesn't care whether he will be watched or discovered.

Just like the big day survey, never caring about being watched.

"Oh?"

Above the nine heavens, Emperor Yan has no joy or sorrow, and his eyes are like a sea of ​​stars with no waves in an ancient well: "This emperor thought you would refuse..."

"There is and only one holy throne from ancient times to the present, who can refuse?"

Gautama looked calm.

Memory and reality gradually overlapped in his mind, and what overlapped was not only memory, but also indescribable things.

Under the almost undifferentiated scene, the "other self" rejected the gifts of all the saints and entered Nirvana in peace. This is a great courage and a great decision.

Once, what he felt was not real, and he couldn't understand why the "other self" was not afraid of death, but did not have the courage to let it go.

But at this time, under the blessing of Bodhi Dao fruit, he saw and even touched the threshold, but he gradually understood why.

If possible, who wants to go on Nirvana on the day of the Dao?

It's just not as powerful as people.

"That's good."

Di Yan stared at Gautama. After a long time, he said lightly: "Do you know, what is the holy position?"

Di Yan's expression was calm, and his voice had never experienced any ups and downs. It was still rumbling and oscillating like the sound of the sky, resounding across the four poles of the universe, and he could hear him.

"Holy Place..."

"It's about the holy position, can you be so casual and let anyone listen to it?"

"Is this the attitude of a saint? This is a saint..."

......

On the four seas, four continents, and even above the imperial court, many great monks who heard this statement looked at each other, and they all saw the shock and hope in each other's eyes.

Holy place!

According to legend, the road to good fortune is long and difficult, far from comparable to before. Only with the blessing of the holy position can we go further and become completely detached from the shackles of heaven, earth, time and space.

But even if it is the nine Taoist monks, the five gods, the three Buddhist Buddhas, the six demon heavens of the blood sea, and the eight palace monarchs of the Netherworld, they don't know what the holy place is.

At this moment, listening to Emperor Yan's carelessness, but not caring about the voice heard by others, a huge wave naturally rose in his heart.

Excited, more doubts?

He, what do you want to do?

"...One luck and one catastrophe, this is the root of heaven and earth! Birth is fortune, death is catastrophe, the change of birth and death, that is, the way of heaven and earth evolution... All things have life and death, heaven and earth have birth and death, and between origin and end, there is great horror. , And great luck!"

In the turbulent situation in the nine heavens, Emperor Yan held his hand and looked at Gautama's gaze. For the first time, there was a strange fluctuation:

"Since the preaching of all the saints, the heavens and the earth have been born and passed away 12,959 times. Only one difference can be transformed into a'Holy Throne'..."

The birth and death of heaven and earth? !

The flat voice echoed in the heavens, among the mountains and valleys.

Di Yan's voice was as calm as before, but while his voice flowed down, all those who heard it heard indescribable indifference and coldness.

Even cruel!

"After all, is that so..."

Above the imperial court, Emperor Xuan's figure flickered, and there was a touch of panic and stunned in his eyes.

Does heaven and earth really have a life limit?

Is it only 120,000 years old?

This is the doubt that has lingered in the minds of many creations and even the great monks for countless years. No one knows whether the heavens and the earth are really limited, and no one knows that the saints have opened up the heavens and the earth again and again.

Is it a great merit or a great sin?

But at this time, hearing the voice that never shook off the sky, even the evil giant who killed nothing, could not help but feel a deep chill in his heart.

"Holy position, there has always been between heaven and earth..."

Di Yan slowly spread out his palm, and wisps of purple light that was almost invisible to the naked eye flowed between his five fingers, and his expression was indefinitely reflected:

"End this era, you can take it for yourself!"

"The birth and death of heaven and earth, the transformation of the holy place..."

The breeze under the linden tree lifted up Gautama's wide sleeves, which also touched his calm look.

He lowered his eyelids and looked at the red dust in the distance.

The land of the south is prosperous and popular, the land of the west is desolate but full of vitality, the continent of the east is victorious, where the human and the beasts are harmonious and peaceful, and the land of the north is full of evil, and there are still countless people who are struggling to survive.

How many creatures are there between heaven and earth?

Only in Nanzhan Dongda, there are already more creatures than Jing Zhao, and the whole Nanzhan is ten times this number!

And Nanzhan is only one continent.

Above the four seas, there are countless islands, and among the stars, there are countless stars of life.

Click, click~

Looking at the emperor's shadow above the nine heavens and listening to the cruel sound that echoed between the heavens and the earth, Yang Jian's five fingers suddenly clenched, and the three-pointed two-edged sword made of **** iron was clanked by him.

At this moment, many great monks, including Yang Jian, suddenly understood why the saint above the nine heavens did not care about the secret of the holy position being heard.

You know how?

I don't know, so what?

He doesn't care at all!

Thunder and rain are all gifts of heaven, and the development and destruction are also irrelevant to you!

Ding~

Nanzhan, Great Zhou, and Tianqi stage, there was a sudden sound of the falling of the gods, and then, the sound of jingle, Long Xingyi suddenly looked back, and all the magic weapons and the gods fell to the ground.

"You, you guys..."

As soon as Long Xingyi spoke, he realized that his voice had become extremely hoarse, like rust covered with rust, and the sound was creepy: "Pick it up, pick it up!"

"His Majesty."

The minister sighed with a dull expression, "That's a saint..."

"saint…"

Zeng San sighed for a long time, and sadness surged in his heart.

At this moment, mortals may be ignorant, even if they hear the sound of the heavenly sound, they just don't know why.

But they have heard it, and even saw the meaning behind this sentence.

Heaven and earth have been born and passed away twelve thousand nine hundred and fifty-nine times, so why would you care, one more time?

"Sage, sage. Ha, ha ha."

On the Tianqi stage, some people laughed miserably, and when they looked at each other, a breath of despair spread in everyone's hearts.

"I…"

Looking at the great Zhou Qunchen who was shrouded in despair, Long Xingyi felt powerless. He wanted to say something, but he couldn't talk about it. In the end, he sighed and lowered his high head.

His eyes fell on the buzzing and trembling, as if they were also on the divine sword of fear.

......

Despair not only spread in the Great Zhou Dynasty.

The beam, the center of the two great dynasties, is also silent. Looking south among the mountains, there is a hidden and unknowable place everywhere, which originally had the ups and downs, and it was completely silent at this moment.

Nanzhan, Dongsheng, Beiju, Xihe...

The place where the sound of the mighty sky flows down, as deep as the night's indispensable despair, spreading to extremes, like countless horrified palms, grabbing everyone's hearts.

At this moment, between the heaven and the earth, the light remained the same.

But in the eyes of countless people, it looks like the eternal night, Yong Ye!

Gautama's silence seemed extremely interesting in Di Yan's eyes: "You are hesitating."

"Heh~"

Looking at the palms holding the purple light, Gautama suddenly smiled: "Is this really a holy place?"

"Do you doubt this emperor?"

Di Yan clenched his fingers into a fist, pinched the rich purple energy into his palm, and shook his head without regret: "Why do you believe this emperor? You are too procrastinated, this emperor doesn't mind giving the holy place to others..."

As soon as this statement came out, there were many unknowable places between heaven and earth, and a great monk could not help but be moved.

If it weren't for the fearful will that permeated the world at this moment, I'm afraid that someone could not bear to rush forward.

Even so, the gaze looking at the nine heavens became extremely hot.

"Do you really have a holy position?"

Gautama's expression calmed down, and there was a purple light flowing in his eyes: "Or, really, are you Di Yan?"

Rumble!

The moment the word'Di Yan' was revealed, the long sky suddenly roared and vibrated.

A purple thunder tears through the void like a dragon and snake, carrying the boundless and terrifying destructive power, smashing its head towards Gautama under the ancient Bodhi tree.

This thunder came extremely abrupt, UU reading www.uukanshu.com, but the shock it brought, was far less shocking than Gautama's words to the world.

There are people who dare to pretend to be saints?

And can he conceal so many great monks in the world? !

How can it be? !

The world was in an uproar, and for a while, even a great monk like Long Xingyi felt confused.

"Oh, you really are not Him!"

The purple thunder came extremely fierce, but Gautama shook his head and laughed, and the Buddha country reappeared in the palm of his hand. At the same time he put the thunder into his palm, he was also emotional:

"It is said that at the beginning of the ancient times, there was a treasure born in the chaos, which was later obtained by the gods. After several turns, it became the treasure of the fortune of the emperor's court. According to legend, this treasure records the evolution of the world from ancient times to the present. History is also imprinted with the shadows and Taoism of all creatures, gods and demons since ancient times...

This treasure is the only one who can conceal it from the monks in the world. "

Gautama shook his head slightly, also solemnly.

With his current realm and the blessing of the Bodhi Tao fruit, he has the experience of the true face of the "other self", which has actually been concealed.

The weirdness of this Great Dao Tianshu made him dare not underestimate it.

"How can you see through my travels?"

Above the nine heavens, ‘Di Yan’ held up his chin, a trace of surprise flashed in his eyes, and immediately turned into a very deep cold light.

It was about to speak, and its heart suddenly shocked.

"Your flaw lies in..."

Suddenly looking back, I only heard that there seemed to be a frenzy in the void, and the ocean was boiling, and I saw that the sky seemed to become a shattered mirror, and countless void cracks suddenly appeared.

The next moment,

A crystal-clear and complete, jade-white palm, straddling the cracked and mottled void, grabbing towards the suddenly changed expression of "Di Yan", or "Da Dao Tian Shu":

"Nonsense, too much!"