The Great Tao Chronicle

Did he agree?

Above the imperial court, in the Demon Realm, in the hidden places of the continents, all the eyes looking at this place fluctuated, or unwilling, or jealous, or sighed.

Yes, who can refuse such a creation?

That, but the holy seat!

Ever since time immemorial, has there ever been such a creation?

"So good fortune..."

Gautama folded his hands and looked up at the heavens.

Above the clouds, Di Ying stood with his hands behind his back, at the extreme of the western sky, a merciful gaze fell here, and above the vast ocean of the South China Sea, the Great Dragon Gate hummed and trembled, as if a supreme existence was about to descend.

Demon Realm, Heaven Outside Heaven, Nether Ghost Country...

One after another, his will fluctuated, his eyes lowered, and he stared at this place.

There is no concealment, it is majestic and majestic, and it seems that it does not care whether it will be watched or discovered.

Just like the great sun surveying the sky, it never cares whether it is being watched or not.

"Oh?"

Above the nine heavens, Di Yan has no joy or sorrow, his eyes are like the sea of ​​​​stars: "This emperor thought you were going to refuse..."

"There is only one holy seat since ancient times, who can refuse it?"

Gautama looked calm.

Memory and reality gradually overlapped in his heart, and what overlapped was not only memory, but also all kinds of indescribable things.

Under the almost same scene, the 'other self' rejected the gift of the saints and entered Nirvana safely. This is a great courage and a great decision.

In the past, 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 go.

At this time, under the blessing of Bodhisattva, he who saw and even touched the threshold gradually understood why.

If it is possible, who would want to go to Nirvana on the day of enlightenment?

But it is not as powerful as a human being.

"So, very good."

Di Yan stared at Gautama, and after a long time, said indifferently: "Do you know, what is the Holy Throne?"

Di Yan's expression was calm, and his voice had never fluctuated. It still rumbled and vibrated like the sound of the sky.

"Holy seat..."

"It's about the Holy Throne, so can you be so casual and let anyone listen?"

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

......

The four seas and four continents and even above the imperial court, many great cultivators who heard these words looked at each other and saw the shock and hope in each other's eyes.

Holy seat!

According to ancient legends, the road to creation is long and arduous, far from being comparable to before. Only with the blessing of the Holy Rank can we go further and become completely free from the shackles of heaven, earth, time and space.

But even the nine Taoists, the five emperors of the divine court, the three three Buddhas of Buddhism, the six great devils of the sea of ​​blood, and the eight princes of the underworld would not even know what the Holy Throne was.

At this moment, listening to Di Yan's carelessness, but not caring about the voices being heard, a huge wave naturally rose in his heart.

Excited, more doubts?

He, what do you want to do?

"...One fate and one calamity, this is the root of heaven and earth! Birth is fate, extinction is calamity, birth and death change, that is the way of the evolution of heaven and earth... All things have life and death, heaven and earth have birth and death, between the origin and the end, there is Great terror, but also great fortune!"

The situation in the nine heavens was turbulent, and Di Yan was holding his hands in the middle, looking at Gautama's eyes, and for the first time there was a strange fluctuation:

"Since the saints have preached, the heaven and earth have been born and destroyed 12,959 times, and only one more time can be transformed into a 'Holy Throne'..."

Heaven and Earth die? !

The dull voice reverberated in the heavens, among the mountains and valleys.

Di Yan's voice was as calm as before, but in the flow of his voice, everyone who heard it heard indescribable indifference and coldness.

Even cruel!

"Actually, is that so..."

Above the imperial court, Emperor Xuan swayed, and there was a hint of fear and surprise in his eyes.

Does heaven and earth really have a lifespan?

And only 120,000 years?

This is the doubt that haunts the minds of many creations and even the great monks who are close to the saints for countless years. No one knows whether the heaven and the earth really have a limit, and no one knows that the saints have opened up the world again and again.

Whether it is a great virtue or a great sin.

But at this time, hearing the unquenchable voice that echoed in the sky, even the slaughtering giants of the evil way could not help but feel a deep chill in their hearts.

"Holy seat, has always existed between heaven and earth..."

Di Yan slowly spread out his palm, and strands of purple light that were almost invisible to the naked eye circulated and changed between his five fingers, reflecting his expression indefinitely:

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

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

The breeze under the Bodhi tree lifted up Gautama's large sleeves and touched his calm expression.

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

The southern land is prosperous and popular, the western polar land is desolate but full of vitality, the east is the land of victory, where humans and animals are harmonious and peaceful, and the north is a bad land, there are still countless people struggling to survive.

How many creatures are there between heaven and earth?

Only in the Nanzhan East Great Monday, there are already beings far exceeding the number of Jingzhan, and the entire Nanzhan is ten times this number!

Nanzhan, on the other hand, is only one continent.

Above the four seas, there are countless archipelagos, and in the sea of ​​​​stars, there are countless stars of life.

Ka Ka Ka ~

Looking at the emperor shadow above the nine heavens, listening to the cold voice resounding between heaven and earth, Yang Jian's five fingers suddenly clenched tightly, and the three-pointed, two-edged sword made of divine iron rattled as he squeezed.

At this moment, many great cultivators, including Yang Jian, suddenly understood why the saint above the Nine Heavens did not care that the secret of the saint was heard.

You, know how?

I don't know, so what?

He doesn't care at all!

Thunder, rain, and dew are all gifts from heaven, and the creation and destruction have nothing to do with you!

Ding~

Nan Zhan, Da Zhou, and Tian Qi stage, suddenly sounded the sound of divine soldiers falling, and then, the sound of jingle, Long Xingyi suddenly looked back, and all the magic weapons and divine soldiers fell to the ground.

"You, you..."

As soon as Long Xingyi opened his mouth, he found that his voice became extremely hoarse, like rust covered with rust, and it smelled creepy: "Pick it up, pick it up!"

"His Majesty."

A minister sighed sullenly and looked blank: "Then, it's a saint..."

"saint……"

Zeng San let out a long sigh, and there was sadness in his heart.

At this moment, mortals may be ignorant, and even if they hear the voice resounding through the universe, they are just at a loss.

But they have heard and even seen the meaning behind this sentence.

Heaven and Earth have already been born and destroyed 12,959 times, so why would you care, one more time?

"Saint, saint. Ha, ha ha."

On the Tianqi stage, someone laughed miserably, and when they looked at each other, an aura of extreme despair spread in the hearts of everyone.

"I……"

Looking at Da Zhou's ministers shrouded in despair, Long Xingyi felt powerless. He wanted to say something, but he couldn't say it. In the end, he sighed and lowered his head.

His eyes fell on the humming and trembling sword, which seemed to be on the fearful Divine Sword.

......

Despair, not only spread in the big week.

Daliang, the central place where the two great divine dynasties emerged, was also silent. Among the mountains in the south, there were hidden and unknowable places with ups and downs, but at this moment, they were completely silent.

Nanzhan, Dongsheng, Beiju, Xihe...

In the land of the mighty heavenly sound, the despair as deep as the night cannot be dissolved is spreading extremely, like countless fearful palms, grasping the hearts of everyone.

At this moment, between heaven and earth, the light still remains.

But in the eyes of countless people, it is like the eternal night!

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

"Huh~"

Looking at the palm holding the purple light, Gotama suddenly smiled: "Is this really a holy seat?"

"You doubt this Emperor?"

Di Yan clenched his fingers into fists, squeezed the purple air into his palm, and shook his head regretfully: "Why does this emperor need you to believe? You are too procrastinating, this emperor doesn't mind giving the Holy Throne to others..."

As soon as these words came out, there were many unknown places between heaven and earth, and a great monk couldn't help but be heartbroken.

If you are not afraid of the terrifying will that pervades the world at this moment, I am afraid that some people can't bear to rush forward.

Even so, looking at the eyes above the nine heavens, it became extremely hot.

"You, do you really have a holy seat?"

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

Boom!

The moment the word 'Di Yan' was revealed, Chang Tian suddenly roared and shook.

A purple thunder ripped apart the void like a dragon and snake, carrying boundless and terrifying destructive power, and slashed towards Gautama under the ancient Bodhi tree.

This thunder came so unexpectedly~www.wuxiaspot.com~, but the shock it brought was far less than the shock that Gautama's words brought to the world.

Someone dares to pretend to be a saint?

And can you hide so many great monks in the world? !

how is this possible? !

There was an uproar in the world, and for a while, even a great cultivator like Long Xingyi only felt dazed.

"Oh, you really aren't him!"

The purple thunder was extremely ferocious, but Gautama shook his head and laughed. He raised the palm of his hand and reappeared the Buddha Kingdom. When he took the thunder into his palm, he was also very emotional:

"I heard that at the beginning of Suigu, there was a treasure that was born in chaos, and was later obtained by the sage. After several turnovers, it became the treasure of qi fortune to suppress the emperor's court. According to legend, this treasure records the evolution of heaven and earth from ancient times to the present. History is also imprinted with the shadows and Taoism of all living beings, gods and demons since ancient times...

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

Gautama shook his head slightly, also dignified.

With his current state and the blessing of the Bodhisattva, he has the experience of "another self" who truly faces the Holy Spirit, and he has been really deceived.

The strangeness of this avenue book made him not dare to underestimate it.

"How can you see through my journey?"

Nine days above, 'Di Yan' raised his jaw, a hint of surprise flashed in his eyes, and immediately, it turned into an extremely dark and cold light.

It was about to open its mouth when it suddenly shook.

"Your flaw lies in..."

Looking back suddenly, I only heard that there seemed to be a frenzy in the void, the ocean was boiling, and I saw that the sky seemed to be a mirror that was about to shatter, and countless void cracks appeared suddenly.

next moment,

A crystal full, jade-like palm, straddling the fragmented and mottled void, grabbed towards the 'Di Yan' whose expression suddenly changed, or the 'Dao Tianshu':

"Nonsense, too much!"