Journey to the West: Deconstruct Bodhi at the Start, My Mythical Da Luo

The surrounding time and space change, Wu Yunxian and Ye Qingyang came to another space.

There are countless rivers here, some representing destiny, some representing time, and some representing cause and effect.

All beings can find their own wave in these long rivers.

The river crisscrosses and produces countless branches, rushing forward violently.

Under Ye Qingyang's call, a river representing cause and effect emerged before their eyes.

A dotted line passed through Wuyunxian's body, extending from the past to the future.

Represents many causes and effects in the past, future and present.

If Ye Qingyang is willing, he can easily see through all traces of Wuyunxian from birth to death.

But he did not do so.

Just waved gently.

Cut off all the lines that represent Wuyunxian's past events.

Returning to the long river of cause and effect, one cannot splash a spray.

Wuyunxian stood there blankly.

Although those memories are still there, they always feel empty.

Then the space changes.

They returned to Fangcun Mountain.

The place where they stayed just now, beyond all space, is the source of the avenue.

Ye Qingyang looked at Wu Yunxian in a daze, so he smiled and patted him, and said softly: "It's all right."

"After removing these causes and effects, your future practice will definitely be smoother, and you won't fall into the killing and robbery because of this."

"But if you are contaminated with new cause and effect, then I can't help you."

Ye Qingyang asked.

Wu Yunxian saw such a method for the first time.

The shock in my heart is beyond words.

He can no longer think now, he can only numbly brand all Ye Qingyang's words in the sea of ​​knowledge, and then slowly think about it later.

Now he just nodded frantically.

What is the ultimate power!

This is the ultimate power!

The method is more powerful than the saint!

"If that's the case, then I won't keep you, and we will meet again in the future."

"If you are free, you can often come to my Fang Cunshan to sit in the future."

Ye Qingyang smiled.

Wuyunxian nodded repeatedly.

Then I said goodbye to Ye Qingyang.

After Wuyunxian flew far away.

Ye Qingyang muttered to himself: "Hoo...I won't use Dao Tong anymore..."

"It turns out that this man is actually an old turtle..."

"Well, okay, okay, I won't spy on others in the future..."

With that said, he held Xiaobai, turned and walked into his thatched hut.

On the other side, Wuyunxian has regained his freedom.

He flew aimlessly.

I didn't know where to go for a while.

He heard a little bit about Buddhism things in the Eight Treasure Merit Pools.

The ancestor of Bodhi and Dingguang Huanxi Buddha all fell on this square inch mountain.

Even Zhunti's Qibao Tree was damaged here.

Now it seems that most of them are the capable person just now.

As a servant of the Seven Immortals, he had followed the Master Tongtian to kill the Three Realms, and he had also seen the demeanor of other saints, but they were far worse than the one just now.

Those saints, Taishang, Yuanshi, and Nuwa, all have their nostrils up to the sky, proud to the sky.

Talking about returning to the basics, the great way to the simple.

But anyone who looks at them can know that this group of people contains supreme cultivation.

Really a ghost.

Looking at the other people again, there is no trace of mana fluctuations in his body.

It's just like a mortal, but the things that he has done are amazing.

I am afraid that even Hongjun Daozu can't reach such a realm.

But nevertheless.

After Wu Yunxian stood beside him, he still couldn't help being nervous.

At the same time, the whole body's spiritual power is not working smoothly.

It seems to be suppressed.

After saying goodbye, Wu Yunxian immediately wanted to leave Tengyun, but found that his spiritual power could not be used.

He just leaned on his legs, walked thousands of meters, and recovered from the place where the incident occurred.

"This person is terrible, so he is no longer an enemy!"

"But you Buddhism is afraid that you can bear it, so just wait to see your good show."

"Hey!"

Wuyunxian Tengyun left, not forgetting a wave of Buddhism in his heart.

He drove the clouds all the way to the West Sea.

Looking at the magnificent sea, the afterglow of the setting sun is shining, and countless small islands are reflected in golden yellow.

He suddenly felt a little emotional.

The scenery on Jin'ao Island in the past is somewhat similar to here.

It's just more magnificent.

He hasn't returned for a long time.

"Ugh."

He is now in an extremely complicated mood. He has been imprisoned by Buddhism for thousands of years, and his teachings have been destroyed. Many brothers and sisters have died, wounded, and injured.

"If I had known that great power before conferring the gods, I wouldn't end up like this if I tried to teach you!" Wu Yunxian sighed.

It's a pity that everything can't be done all over again.

He has finally gained freedom now, but the same sect brothers are no longer there, and even the connected celestial leader is also taken back to the Zixiao Palace.

At this moment, he didn't know where to go.

Suddenly he missed the days when he practiced together with his senior brothers, how wonderful the years were at that time.

"Well, then I might as well go back to Jin'ao Island to see if I can trace the traces of the brothers."

Wuyunxian flew towards Jin'ao Island with the cloud.

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