Covering the sky: At the beginning, the emperor invited me to become a fairy

Chapter 128 Bodhi Falls, Sumeru Emerges

In the depths of the universe, an unknown ancient star.

On a barren hill, an ancient abandoned temple stands.

At this moment, in the wild grass in front of the temple, a hazy white mist covered the sky, almost covering the entire land.

Among them, it seems that the marks of gods have passed by, and there are inexplicable scenes emerging,
Zhou Luo, Fuxi and Nuwa all watched the scene attentively.

As the two fell to the ground in response, Master Namoluo immediately stopped speaking.

Under the irradiance of Zhou Luo's divine eyes, part of the weasel's true form even manifested.

Although he looks like a squirrel, the old monk actually still has a dignified appearance, and there is a faint lingering Buddha's light, which shows that his cultivation level is not fake.

The old monk approached the unconscious Fuxi and Nuwa slowly, and opened his mouth to spit out a fairy light.

Immediately, it reflected the celestial glow here, the auspicious colors were colorful, and the nine-color precious light illuminated the ten directions.

Looking closely, it turned out to be a precious pestle, exuding an extremely powerful aura, which made the ground under his feet tremble.

If it wasn't for the old monk's intentional cover-up, the stars in the sky would probably be shaking.

Drop the magic pestle!
Zhou Luo almost blurted out that kind of aura.

But he soon realized that this was the last year of mythology, and there were still nearly 200 million years before Amitabha Buddha attained enlightenment.

So calm down and take a look, although the treasure pestle flows with the breath of the supreme, it doesn't seem to come from the hands of the supreme.

Naturally!This conclusion surprised Zhou Luo even more.

Zhou Luo had already guessed that such an innate Buddha-nature could be conceived.

Suppressing the thoughts in his mind for the time being, he saw Master Namoluo holding the treasured pestle and slowly bringing it close to the eyebrows of Fuxi and Nuwa who were unconscious.

As a bit of golden light fell from the pestle and sank into the eyebrows of the two, a smile appeared on Mo Luo's face.

However, the next second——

The extreme divine power erupted, piercing through the heavens and the earth, and the laws of all Taos wailed.

The old monk backed away again and again in fright.

Suddenly, a golden light shot out from between the eyebrows of the two, surpassing all supernatural speeds in the world, even the consciousness of a quasi-emperor couldn't react.

The fairy light passed directly between the old monk's eyebrows.

"puff!"

A piece of green leaves that were crystal clear, like emerald jade, fell off and turned into fly ash.

Life and death cycle, everything is like a dream.

The old monk came back to his senses, with a horrified expression on his face, and dropped the magic pestle in his hand, knocking out the golden light.

Immediately, the old monk realized that he had caused a catastrophe, and looked around in a hurry.

At the same time, he tore through the void and ran away, ignoring the two people on the ground.

Fortunately, before he left, he did not forget to wipe away all traces with the magic pestle in his hand.

"boom!"

The mist dissipated, and what I saw just now was like a dream in the past.

When everything calmed down and woke up, only Fuxi and Nuwa stood behind Zhou Luo, so there was no trace of the old monk.

The two looked at each other, and immediately looked at Zhou Luo asking for instructions:

"Master?"

I saw a green agate-like divine leaf in Zhou Luo's hand.

It is the past form that he won from the illusion with his supreme magic power.

Although it is difficult for it to last forever, it is enough to be used as a support for a moment.

Zhou Luo showed a confident smile:
"Let's go meet the weasel, maybe there will be surprises."

……

"Shh!"

The figures of the three emerged.

Fuxi and Nuwa explored their divine thoughts, and immediately showed a disappointed expression.

This is a star that has already been mined out of source stones and was abandoned. The interior is as empty as if it had been eaten by moths.

Pursuing the aura of that piece of divine leaf, the three of them have come to dozens of stars, all dead and cold.

Apparently the weasel was very cautious and was setting up suspicious positions.

"Hmph, you can go around in circles!" Nuwa naturally said angrily to the weasel who had teased her brother and sister.

"Master?"

The two were going to follow Zhou Luo away like before, but Zhou Luo still stood where he was, with no intention of leaving.

Seeing the puzzled expressions on the faces of the two children, Zhou Luo shook his head and said with a smile:
"You two haven't reached home yet."

In the next second, Zhou Luo pointed to the stubborn stone not far away.

The two of them felt that the world was spinning, and the Dao was also turned upside down.

A flower in front of you.

When the two opened their eyes again, a majestic and majestic momentum rushed over.

I saw a fairy mountain standing in the distance, soaring into the sky, majestic and vast, it seems to be able to pierce the blue sky, and it seems to be able to fill the ocean.

Just sitting there, there is an eternal and immortal breath.

Mount Sumeru!
Needless to say, Zhou Luo understood it the moment he sensed that momentum.

Except for Mount Sumeru, one of the original sacred mountains of the universe, it is impossible to have such power.

Gather mustard seeds in Sumeru!

On the other side, Fuxi and Nuwa realized instantly that this was the hiding place of the weasel, hidden within a stubborn stone.

If they are blinded by appearances, they will miss the real body.

Looking at the fairy mountain from a distance, I can see that there are golden flowers and silver lights flowing on the mountain, which is very sacred.

Even Fuxi and Nuwa couldn't help sighing: "I'm afraid it's no less than the Immortal Mountain."

The Undead Mountain, where the enlightened tea tree took root and the Immortal Gold Holy Spirit was secretly conceived, was already the most sacred fairy land they had ever seen.

Today, just one side asserts that the sacred mountain in front of us is comparable to the undead mountain, one can imagine how shocking it is.

"Let's go." Zhou Luo said lightly.

It seems that even if Xianshan is in front, he can't shake him a bit.

Only now did Fuxi and Nuwa come to their senses, her master was the current Tianzun, even if she searched the entire ancient history of practice, she couldn't find a few people who could stand alongside him.

What's the point of a mere fairy mountain?
Wanting to understand this point, the awe in Fuxi and Nuwa's hearts disappeared, leaving only a strong curiosity about the fairy mountain.

The two followed Zhou Luo and approached on foot, but were blocked by a vast ocean of water.

But the strange thing is that even though the storm was calm and there was no wave, Fuxi and Nuwa heard the sound of the waves, and the waves were surging.

The sea water is blue, without the slightest breath of life, which makes people feel palpitating.

Nuwa tried with a mutilated holy weapon, which was one of the trophies they harvested. The gods were complete and mighty.

I saw it submerged in the water, sank quickly, and was swallowed without a sound.

"This is a sea of ​​bitterness." Zhou Luo's unwavering voice came:

"To sweep away the world of mortals, anyone who is impure in six desires cannot cross the sea."

Hearing this, Fuxi and Nuwa were terrified. Could it be that all living beings in the world cannot pass this test?
Of course, for Zhou Luo, this sea does not constitute the slightest obstacle, and he has to step over it in one step.

But then he thought of something, the golden bridge on the other bank was thrown, and the stable frame fell on both sides of the bank, with mysterious Taoism circulating.

Zhou Luo looked at the two disciples with a smile:

"Crossing the sea of ​​suffering and viewing the reflections of the six desires will be of great benefit to the two of you in your practice. Don't miss it."

The two naturally nodded in agreement.

The moment the three of them crossed the sea of ​​suffering and set foot on the land of Mount Sumeru, a bright green celestial light immediately fled to the outside world.

Zhou Luo seemed to have expected this a long time ago, smiled slightly, stretched out his palm, grabbed the object, and trapped it between his five fingers with his backhand.

(End of this chapter)