God Emperor

Xumi Temple's sailing speed increased, like riding the wind and waves.

Zhang Ruochen put away all his thoughts, untied the "Sixth Patriarch's Buddhist Explanation of Zen" wrapped around his body, and looked at it carefully.

The picture shows a kind-faced monk sitting under a Bodhi tree, with a smile on his face and slightly parted lips, as if he is talking about some kind of Buddhism in this world.

His monk's robe is exposed and his feet are bare. He is not so solemn, but looks like a Maitreya.

Every line in the painting is consistent with the context of space and contains countless spatial inscriptions.

Previously, the holy blood flowing from Zhang Ruochen's eyes and ears polluted the Buddha's image, but now the blood stains have disappeared and blended with the image.

It was the touch of blood that caused the Buddha's light to burst out from the scroll, condensing into the appearance of the Sixth Patriarch.

"Isn't it the same as the "Godly Tree Map of the Universe"? There is an inner world inside this map? Is it true that the Sixth Patriarch is still alive in this map?"

Zhang Ruochen mobilized his mental power and injected it into it to investigate.

Mental energy cannot enter the picture.

He also used holy energy to activate it, but still couldn't open the inner space or the door to space. In the end, he had to give up.

The Buddha's light and Buddha's voice emanating from the scroll gradually dissipated.

"The Sixth Patriarch has died long ago and has been transformed into 84,000 relics. It is impossible for him to still be alive. However, this scroll is remarkable. It must be the handiwork of a holy monk. The phantom of the Buddha's light that appears can actually explode into the Sixth Patriarch. His Buddha body and power can scare away gods of the Ghost Lord’s level.”

Without the Buddha's body and power, the ghost master and the immortal vampire gods would not be so frightened.

Zhang Ruochen thought for a moment, then took the initiative to cut his wrist and drip some blood onto the scroll.

"Wow!"

The lines on the scroll became bright again, blooming with brilliant Buddha light.

The Buddha's light once again condensed into the appearance of the Sixth Patriarch.

At the same time, the subtle sound of Buddha sounded in Zhang Ruochen's ears. Only he could hear it, and there was no sound from the outside world.

Zhang Ruochen dragged his chin, a strange light appeared in his eyes, and said to himself: "In the future, maybe I can use this scroll to scare some gods who want to kill me. It's a good trump card!"

Close the "Pictures of the Sixth Patriarch's Interpretation of Zen".

Zhang Ruochen carried the body of Saint Monk Xumi in the pit back to the main hall.

It's just a wreckage, but it's heavier than a planet. Even with Zhang Ruochen's cultivation level, it's quite difficult to carry it.

Later, Zhang Ruochen unfolded the "Zen Picture of the Sixth Patriarch", dripped blood into it, sat cross-legged next to the picture, and listened carefully to the sound of the Buddha that came to his ears.

Whether it is the Sixth Patriarch or the Holy Monk Sumeru, they are all at the level of "Buddha".

From ancient times to the present, I don’t know how many billions of years, counting the momentary Buddha and the holy monk Sumeru, a total of seven Buddhas have been born. Any one of them must be invincible in an era, and even Tianzun may not be able to suppress them.

Therefore, the Buddha's voice in the scroll, whether it is the voice of the Sixth Patriarch or the voice of the holy monk Sumeru, is worthy of understanding.

…

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There is no day or night in Xumi Temple, and there is no sun or moon in the sky above your head.

Time passes by, and I don’t know how many years have passed.

Zhang Ruochen didn't know what era he had returned to. He only heard a loud "bang" and time and space violently oscillated again.

"What happened? Did another war break out and affect the flow of time? It is not easy to go back to the past."

Zhang Ruochen woke up and immediately walked out of the hall.

He looked around, and in front of the long river of time, there was a majestic temple, which erupted with powerful time power, tearing a rift in the long river.

The temple was on the opposite side of the crack, and Zhang Ruochen could only see a corner of it.

For example, Xumi Temple was a stowaway boat. Zhang Ruochen could only stay in the boat, unable to see the scenery outside and not knowing where he had arrived.

Now, someone on the shore discovered the ship and tore a hole in the wall of the ship.

Through this opening, people on the shore saw Zhang Ruochen in the boat.

Zhang Ruochen in the boat also saw the scene outside the boat through this opening.

At this moment, Zhang Ruochen could only see a corner of this era through this opening, which was only the temple, and only a part of the temple.

"To be able to discover the Sumeru Temple on the long river of time, it must be the Temple of Time. At this moment, the master of the Temple of Time must also be a super terrifying strong man."

Even the Temple of Time seems to be able to only open a crack in the long river of time, preventing the Sumeru Temple from moving forward.

In the temple, dense spots of time mark light poured out, condensing into a bright hand of the God of Time, passing through the crack, reaching out to the river of time, and reaching towards the Sumeru Temple.

Just a magical hand with a time mark of light points, but it contains unparalleled power. Fortunately, Zhang Ruochen immediately wrapped the "Sixth Patriarch's Zen Picture" around his body to resist it, otherwise he might have fallen down.

The divine hand collided with the Mystery of Time and Mystery of Space that wrapped the Xumi Temple, causing the entire temple to shake endlessly, and cracks appeared in some places on the ground.

Zhang Ruochen looked at the divine hand that kept pressing down, and smiled bitterly in his heart: "Holy Monk, Holy Monk, your old man is called the future Buddha, and he has reached the realm of the Buddha. Unfortunately, he does not understand the past. He has a peerless power in cultivating the way of time. , I sensed me in the long river of time, and I am afraid that I am doomed today.”

There was not much fear in Zhang Ruochen's heart, but instead he was extremely calm and felt more regret.

Many figures appeared in his mind, which immediately made him feel extremely reluctant and guilty.

"Boom."

Suddenly, in the other direction of the long river of time, time and space exploded.

At the back of time and space, an extremely majestic figure appeared. He looked like he was in his twenties or thirties, and he was dashing. Twenty-seven layers of heaven hung above his head. The rules of chaos and the divine light of chaos rolled around him like water, and the sky was surrounded by stars. He operates.

He stood on the bank of a rippling blue water and pointed out from the distance.

Finger strength, powerful and domineering, dragging a dragon-like tail.

"Wow."

Zhi Jin traveled through time and space, entered the long river of time, and shattered the time-marked light point divine hand.

On the long river of time, Xumi Temple continues to move forward.

When Zhang Ruochen saw the twenty-seventh level of the sky above the man's head, he was filled with speculation and extremely excited.

When his finger strength flew into the long river of time, the power burst out from the energy had the same source as the "Nine Heavens Ming Emperor Sutra", causing the holy energy in Zhang Ruochen's body to resonate, and Zhang Ruochen was able to confirm his identity.

The ancestor of the Zhang family, the Heavenly Lord ten Yuanhui ago, was the Great Lord Fudo Mingwang.

"Master!"

Zhang Ruochen couldn't help shouting.

It turns out that we have come to the era before ten yuanhui.

In this era, Zhang Ruochen suddenly no longer had any worries with the Great Lord protecting him.

Time and space were restored, and after all, he did not hear the response from the Great Master Fudo Mingwang.

The long river of time is everywhere, but it is not something ordinary monks can sense. If you want to sense the Xumi Temple that secretly traveled to the past, you must have a very strong time attainment, or your cultivation level is close to or even surpasses that of the Xumi Monk.

Whether it was the person from the Temple of Time or the Great Master Fudo Mingwang, they probably just sensed an abnormal fluctuation in time.

This slight fluctuation will appear in the form of a "divine secret" or a "vision".

The man from the Temple of Time launched the attack because he deduced that this abnormal time fluctuation had an "evil" attribute.

The great Lord Fudo Mingou took action because he calculated the attribute of "lucky".

Historically, when visions appeared, they were always judged on how to intervene based on bad luck.

…

Reaching another era, the Sumeru Temple was discovered again.

This time, it was the power of fate that shattered time and space, condensing a thousand-foot-high gate of destiny in front of the long river of time, preventing Xumi Temple from moving forward and driving Zhang Ruochen back to the future.

"Boom."

A chess table broke into the long river of time, emitting bright brilliance, dividing the long river of time into half day and half night.

The chess table emitted a bright divine light, smashing the door of destiny, and once again opened the way forward for Zhang Ruochen.

Zhang Ruochen looked towards the space and time where he flew from the chess table, and saw an old man in Confucian robes under a tea tree.

He is very similar to the second Confucian ancestor of Kunlun Realm, Zhang Ruochen has seen his portrait.

Regardless of whether the Second Confucian Patriarch heard it or not, Zhang Ruochen saluted him with Confucian and Taoist etiquette and said: "Thank you very much, Confucian Patriarch, for helping me."

…

Many more yuan will pass.

The gate of destiny appears for the fourth time, blocking the long river of time.

From the door, a skull burning with will-o'-the-wisp flew out and hit the Xumi Temple, trying to kill Zhang Ruochen in the temple.

Along the way, Zhang Ruochen had been stopped countless times. Zhang Ruochen no longer had any fear. The wind was calm and the clouds were calm. Anyway, with his current cultivation level, he couldn't resist at all.

Either someone in this era will come to save him and open up a way for him to go to the past.

Or die here.

"Are those powerful ancestors in the history of the Temple of Destiny so afraid of me condensing a first-class holy will? I may not be able to succeed, nor may I be able to practice to the highest level, nor may I do anything to the Temple of Destiny. I just want to return to the Temple of Destiny. It's just to save my father, but how about killing them all? Can you give me a little hope?" Zhang Ruochen said to himself.

"Boom."

Thirty-six stone tablets, carrying infinite magical power, break through time and space and fly into the long river of time.

Thirty-six stone tablets smashed the will-o'-the-wisp skulls, and then bombarded the Gate of Destiny blocking the front, shattering it into pieces and exploding into tiny specks of light.

The river channel in front was opened, and Xumi Temple continued to sail.

Zhang Ruochen looked towards the direction where the thirty-six stone tablets were flying away, and saw a handsome man with disheveled hair and stubble, walking alone in a yellow desert, striding like stars, holding a stone knife in his hand, and carrying a powerful demonic power. , masculine and domineering.

Thirty-six pieces of "Stone Carvings of Heavenly Demon" flew back into his body.

"Thank you, Lord Demon." Zhang Ruochen cupped his fists and saluted.

The demon couldn't hear his voice, it seemed like he had just done something insignificant. He held the knife, his eyes were sharp, and his murderous intent was as sharp as frost. He wanted to do something big.

As time and space recovered, the desert and the demon disappeared from Zhang Ruochen's eyes.

Zhang Ruochen was filled with sadness. Along the way, he met the Great Master, the Confucian Patriarch, the Heavenly Demon, and other mythical characters. They all amazed an era and left behind legends, but unfortunately they all died in the long river of time.

Countless romantic figures have all fallen into the loess.

Only the inheritance remains.

Even after countless Yuanhui, there are still traces of their past in the world. This is already very remarkable and will be praised by future generations of monks for eternity.

Why could he, Zhang Ruochen, smile at their grace in the long river of time?

It was just an opportunity obtained by the saintly monk's martyrdom.

Even if the holy monk wanted to sail in the opposite direction on the long river of time, he couldn't do it because he was too strong and his cause and effect was too great. Forced entry may cost your life.