The Great Tao Chronicle

The divine light swept across the sea of ​​​​stars, and its light was magnificent.

Thousands of miles... 100,000 miles... billions of miles... everything is everywhere, everywhere.

In an instant, the world was shocked, and the ubiquitous spiritual energy boiled up uncontrollably at this moment, as if cheering and worshipping.

The four seas that have not been calmed for a long time boiled again, and hundreds of millions of beasts moved on the boundless earth.

The ten directions are silent, and all the living beings in the world, under the heavens and the earth, tremble at it, bow their heads, and bow down to this place.

In just a moment, the sound of the Buddha's Chan singing echoed in the heavens was completely suppressed.

hum!

In the next moment, under the gazes of countless people, a will of the Supreme Being descended from the sky, and the boundless galaxy passed by in one step, causing the world to change and all kinds of visions.

The divine phoenix danced, the heavenly dragon swept across the sky, the smallpox floated in the world, and the ground swelled with golden lotus...

"The emperor is in the world!"

Above the imperial court, the Cangjin **** emperors looked complicated, and the gods trembled in the imperial court...

Roar!

In the vast ocean of the South China Sea, where the waves are like the sky, the dragon roars loudly, and thousands of blue dragons rise from the abyss.

Behind the Dragon Gate, there seems to be a holy dragon looking down.

woohoo~

In the dead and cold passage, there are thousands of ghosts and gods screaming and disappearing in a flash.

A pair of pale eyes without any strange color slowly lit up, and in the indifferent but cold eyes, a boundless and empty ghost town was reflected.

The ghost city traverses a world, it is indescribably large, and at this time, in the empty ghost town, there are also ghosts and gods screaming loudly, as if they are real, they seem to be tearing apart that invisible barrier.

reproduce the world.

"Di Yan...haha...hahaha..."

On the sea of ​​blood that traverses the boundless Demon Realm, Da Zizai Demon Lord sits on the blood lotus, the corners of his mouth are raised, and in the distance, there are all the demons Asura dancing and screaming, the sea of ​​blood is restless, and it seems that there are endless demons squirming in it.

"Good, good."

On the top of Mount Sumeru, under the old tree, Miesheng put his hands on his knees, slowly closed his eyes, and let the infinite Buddha light burst out, rushing straight into the bullfight, like a golden bridge across all realms, going to the sky. .

The world shook, but the world was silent.

Da Zhou, Da Liang, Yu Hua... Nan Zhan, Dong Sheng, Si Hai... The expressions of countless cultivators changed.

"They, they..."

On the Tianqi stage, Long Xingyi looked around in a daze. Seeing all the scenery, he felt cold all over his body. His palm holding the divine sword trembled.

"They, are you back here?!"

no despair,

Even the emotional ups and downs are gone.

Long Xingyi shook his body and his mind went blank. At this moment, he almost lost all perception of the outside world.

This is a scene he has never seen in the future!

But he knew very well what the scene in front of him represented and what it meant.

The saint is born...

And, not one, or possibly all!

"Familiar and unfamiliar."

Under the ancient Bodhi tree, Gotama whispered to himself: "It's just that I came earlier..."

He had seen this scene on 'another self'. Although it came earlier than he thought, it did not surprise him too much.

Even, there is no wave in the ancient well in my heart.

In other words, he is also waiting for today.

"This breath..."

Between the dissipating clouds of smoke, Yang Jian's complexion was slightly pale.

With Xuanxiao being suppressed, the Daoist priests of the various primordial spirits scattered, and naturally the battle formation was not broken. He was frightened by Gautama's changes, so he killed a group of them at random, but none of them went after them.

Feeling this somewhat familiar will, Yang Jian was a little terrified. He looked up at the sky, and in a trance, he only felt that there was a **** king lying in the clouds above Jiuxiao.

Looking down at all beings in the world with an extremely calm gaze, and looking at himself.

"This era is really special and lively!"

The sound of the sky is flowing, and there is no one that will not come, and the grand voice resounds at the same time in all the worlds and continents: "The great devil outside the territory, the evil spirit is sneaky..."

Above the nine heavens, in the sky, Di Yan stood with his sword in hand, and in his calm eyes, Gautama with his hands folded under the old tree was reflected:

"And you, the swimming fish of Wan Ji wanders in the interlayer of time and space!"

The mighty river, with no beginning and no end, runs through everything, there is everything, and it is everywhere, from ancient times to the future.

They can jump out of the long river, or they can't reach their heights, but they can also wander in the mezzanine, in a daze, but they can be regarded as immortal.

The swimming fish that has wandered for thousands of years?

Yang Jian's heart was shocked, and Gautama also frowned slightly, chewing on this sentence, thoughtfully: "Saint, do you recognize me?"

"Born by Qi, Aiki will never die. You Yu, the Emperor, who has wandered for thousands of years, naturally has some impressions. Unfortunately, you probably don't remember the past. "

After Mian Yan, Di Yan's eyes flashed with ripples:

"You, would you like to be the seventh sun in the heavens?"

He stared deeply at Gautama under the old tree.

There are not many swimming fish that wander in time and space. There have been only a few since ancient times, and most of them have been guided by them to reincarnate. This is also the origin of the first batch of 'near saints' between heaven and earth.

This swimming fish is not special, but at this time, it is shrouded by that ancient Bodhi tree...

boom!

The voice of the gods, which was not concealed, also reverberated between heaven and earth. Many great monks who understood the meaning of the words were all shocked and their eyes gleamed.

The sea of ​​stars is boundless, the sand and stars are constant, but the six-round great sun is different from the vulgar.

The six-wheeled sun roams the worlds, shining on the sea of ​​stars, not the real stars, but the manifestation of the Dao aggregates of various laws. In other words, it is the way of the saints that reflects the heavens!

Seventh Yang, what does this mean?

At this moment, the world became more and more silent, and the unknown places such as the Imperial Court, the Great Dragon Gate, and the Demon Realm were even more quiet and scary, and the depression was terrifying.

Above the imperial court, the Cangjin **** emperor's eyes glowed like fire, his mind was turbulent, and even great unwillingness arose.

Well, the battle for the Holy Throne was promised to others like this? !

"Seventh Yang..."

Yang Jian couldn't help but feel a little moved~www.wuxiaspot.com~ but immediately shook his head, mocking in his heart that he was still not at home in his state of mind cultivation, and was disturbed and calmed down by someone.

"Great temptation..."

Gautama's face moved slightly, as if he was tempted.

"Tao, Buddha, God, devil, ghost, and demon, you can go wherever you want, but the opportunity is only one time, and it's limited to this moment."

Di Yan stood with his hands behind his back, overlooking indifferently:

"If you want to become a Buddha, you will become a Buddha. If you want to become a devil, you will become a devil! This is the sincerity of this emperor."

"It is indeed a great sincerity, there seems to be no reason to refuse... just..."

Gautama looked at the stalwart **** in the sky, and said lightly: "Four hundred years ago, I passed the 'Linglong Dao', which coincided with the expansion of the Linglong Dao city, and several small cities were integrated with it.

At the right time, most of the people in the small towns are happy, but there is an old man who sighs and sighs.

Di Yan was indifferent.

Yang Jian, who fell to the ground, raised his voice: "What did the old man say? Why haven't I heard of it?"

Gautama nodded slightly and said: "...The old man said that the cities are one, because the Dao city needs the small cities, not the benefits to the small cities... At this time, the sage 'given' my holy position, and I need to do it. what?"

Gautama's mind was like a mirror, unmoved.

He didn't know what the saints intended, however, the "benefits" of allowing the saints to relinquish the "holy position", the things behind it, would not be too small.

"It seems that you refused..."

Di Yan heard the words, his eyes flashed, but he sighed:

"You're a good fit, it's a pity."

"No."

Under the Bodhi tree, Gautama clasped his hands together, his eyes were calm, and his precious appearance was solemn:

"How can you refuse such a creation?"