Ancient Godly Monarch

When Qin asked the sky to look around, his figure flashed and wanted to see what was in this ridiculous holy courtyard.

This space is very wide, silent and silent. It has an ancient castle. Qin asked Tian to step into it. A piece of boulder seems to be cast into a natural stone pillar. It stands in the old castle and is as high as a hundred feet, so Qin Wentian feels a The quaint and splendid momentum, although absurd, makes people feel mysterious.

Stepping into it, the ridiculous old castle seems to have steps, and the layers go up to the sky, and every old stone pillar seems to show off its majesty. Qin Wentian is in the middle of this castle, and it is faintly born. The feeling of sincerity, the feeling is very wonderful, involuntarily born.

Stepping into the old castle, walking into a central hall, all on the stone walls, still old and old, like a run-down temple, Qin asked the day to step forward, there is a huge ancient word - true !

The real word is very big, it seems to contain a wonderful atmosphere. Qin asked the sky to feel a glimmer of light on his body, but when you look carefully, there is nothing. The mysterious feeling disappears instantly, then look again. That true word is still the same, plain and unpredictable.

Qin asked the day to look around, nothing, even the castle had holes, the light came in, very bright, faint and faint, but the feeling, but could not grasp.

"True, why is there only one word." Qin asked Tian whispering, in this castle, there is nothing, only this word.

He flashed his body and walked out of the castle and went to other places. However, he found that the space was really ridiculous and very large. He had been walking the magic weapon for a few days and still could not go out, only occasionally. I can see a few trees, even on this ridiculous land, there will still be no wilting towering trees.

"Isn't it really yin?" Qin asked Tianxin in his heart, how did he feel that he had come out of the sea of ​​emptiness, and this land was no different from Xianhai.

Is it necessary for him to repeat what he had done in Xianhai before, so what does all this mean?

"No, it must be wrong. I have entered the Heavenly Ancestral Temple, and I have broken through the illusion. I have seen the sea of ​​the sea and the sea. It is a rule. Only then will the Tiandao Holy Court not let me fall into the same situation." Qin asked Tian Xinzhong, the place where the Evergreen Emperor wanted to send him into the spiritual practice, which could trigger the strong vibrations of the various parties in the Xianyu area. The place where the Xianwang strongmen rushed in, opened the Tiandao Holy Court of an era, presumably Not so boring.

Then when he arrives here, he must have the meaning of coming here.

"Really, truth-seeking, is it because I solved the mystery of Xianhai, so I was sent here to seek truth?" Qin asked Tian whispered, he looked up and looked at nothingness, and asked: "Is this intention?"

There is no more voice in nothingness, and Qin asks the sky to sneak, whether the guy who talked to himself before actually exists here.

After a moment, Qin asked the day to give up, no longer intend to ask the other party, he recalled the wonderful feeling that was born in the old castle, and let him feel the power of Buddhism.

The power of Buddhism has always been mysterious and powerful, and it is difficult to understand it.

Could it be that there is a Buddhist machine in Buddhism?

Qin Wentian thought of his own way to cross the fairy sea, is to see through the secret of Xianhai.

The way of the Tao, where the rules are, where the sea, the sea of ​​the sea, the sea of ​​the sea, the sea of ​​the sea, the sea of ​​the sea; I have been in the holy house, where to go; the words he has learned and spoken, As well as solving the mysteries of Xianhai, it seems that there is also a feeling of a Zen machine.

Is this the reason why I stepped into this place?

When Qin asked Tian Yue, he felt that the possibility was great. Finally, he smiled bitterly. It seems that he needs to solve the real word before he can see the truth.

"Go." Qin asked Tianqi to drive the fairy, just like a lightning bolt, galloping in the ridiculous space, once again returned to the place where the castle was, this time, he slowly stepped into it, feeling the castle Every breath of the atmosphere, to understand this feeling, and finally came to the ancient hall of the ancient castle, and once again came to the real word.

"Really, this is a word, what kind of mystery is hidden." Qin asked Tian Zhongzhong secretly, carefully feeling, his eyes closed, Xian Nian released, want to find that wonderful feeling.

Occasionally, Qin Wentian will feel the artistic conception faintly, but it is illusory and seems to be difficult to grasp.

Now Qin has also been practicing for many years. It is not a good thing to know that practice is a great achievement. With the improvement of cultivation, his heart is becoming more and more extraordinary. He can bear the temper and practice the path he thinks is right, even if he finally discovers it. Wrong, but also had time to come over.

Qin Wentian was sitting in the old castle, and he practiced this ancient character all the time. He practiced for a year. His cultivation was not upgraded, but he was still immersed in it. If it was changed, Qin Wentian I am afraid it is difficult to do.

On this day, Qin asked Tianzhu to open his eyes.

Meditate for a year, facing an ancient word.

"In ancient books, the powerful Buddha of Bumen was able to sit on the empty wall for thousands of years and participate in the Zen machine. Today I meditate for one year. Although I don't understand it, I can see one or two." Qin Wentian He whispered, his peace of mind, there is no trace of anxiety.

"Seeking truth and seeking truth, can see through the illusion, whether it is self-reflection, see through itself." Qin asked Tian whispered, he actually closed his eyes again, want to see yourself thoroughly.

Qin Wentian thought of a lot. Why did he firmly practice, because the fate of the mediocre people could not help themselves, and even could not protect the people around them. In the same year, Qincheng of Tianzhu City experienced many hardships and finally solved by strength; between him and Mo Qingcheng , almost life and death are separated, the same strength is enough to come together, Xianyu, Dongsheng Xiandi rely on strength, forcibly launch the battle of the fairy king in the particle world, how many innocent people are tragic death, Tianzhu Xianguo, bullying into the evergreen Within the fairy country, the princess is going to marry.

Since he was born, he did not know where his parents were. He did not know that his parents were born and died. He only knew that there was blood and sea vengeance. All of this was the driving force of his practice.

In this world, the weak are humble, and life is like a mustard.

A strong heart, no doubt, no one can shake, this is true.

He thought of his loved ones, his friends, and his own personality.

He also thought of his own blood, thought of the ability to practice, thought of his own soul and Sendai.

On this day, he began with each ability he was good at, carefully understanding himself and feeling the way he walked along the way.

The absurd space, the passage of time seems to be unattended.

It’s been three years since Qin Wentian stepped into the sea from Xianhai. However, Qin Wentian seems to have no feeling.

On this day, he sat cross-legged under an old tree in a ridiculous space, bursting into the dazzling light of the scent, the body of various forces such as the blood and the sacred body, like the body of the demon, like indestructible .

Today's body, Qin Wentian was born from the ancient emperor in the city of the ancient emperor and the initial casting. After that, he set foot on Sendai and once again cast the perfect body. Later, after entering the ancient mountain behind the mountain, he realized God. The hand, in front of the golden body, once again sublimated, and changed again and again.

Today, this body has been perfect, especially when it is the power of the hand of God. It is like a god, combining the various forces of Qin Wentian to create it. Qin Wentian is even confident, his body is better than him. There is no shortage of holy goods in Sendai, and there is no difference in Xianyu.

Another day, Qin asked Tian to release his own Sendai in a ridiculous place. His fairy is perfect, without a trace of ambiguity, and can be freely evolved, with the power of the spirit of the spirit of the stars, and all kinds of powerful power.

He can make the perfect Sendai develop the Dapeng pattern, so that he seems to be possessed by Dapeng, and the Dapeng attacking technique in Baoding is endless.

Every day, Qin asked that the realm of heaven has not improved, but his strength has become stronger in a little bit. His own reflection on his own consciousness can also constantly promote his own strength and make all kinds of abilities more perfect.

Qin asked the time to return to the ancient temple in the middle of the old castle. One person sat alone, facing the word of the truth, closed his eyes and repaired it, and realized a trace every day.

Occasionally, Qin Wentian will miss Qing Er and Allure, and wonder if his friends are okay.

Qin asked Tian that he did not know when he could see them, but now he can only carefully explore and take this road of truth-seeking.

The ridiculous land did not know the Spring and Autumn Period, and even Qin asked Tiandu to gradually forget the time.

On this day, the true character engraved there, faintly released a brilliance of the fairy, the unpretentious but mysterious true word, gradually faded, it is very extraordinary.

Qin asked Tian, ​​but he still closed his eyes, as if he didn't know the change, but with the brightening of the light, it was printed on the dull wall. On those ordinary walls, this moment is faint. The light of the brilliance shines.

A little bit, a little bit... until, the light is shining, all the walls are all golden, with infinite characters, as if to float.

What is even more embarrassing is that the real word, like it really floats out of the wall, like a regular font, like a boulevard font, a road sign, directly printed on Qin Wentian's body, rushed into his mind.

A wonderful sound is played between the abrupt sounds, like the avenue of the Sanskrit, the space is made into three-dimensional, the endless characters and the light lines criss-cross. At this moment, this unpretentious ancient temple is releasing an unparalleled Buddha light, accompanied by those of the Sanskrit. In the mind of Qin Qiaotian, within his mind, it seems that there are infinite ancient characters, floating in it, mysterious.

At this moment, Qin asked Heaven to understand that the road he had taken in the past few years was always right, and that he had not gone wrong. Today, he finally completed the qualitative change.

"Is this the Buddha's supreme power?" Qin asked the heart to tremble, and at this moment he had a feeling that the complexity of this wonderful power was vaguely comparable to the hand of God!

PS: On Monday, the brothers voted!