Mysterious world, I can change my destiny

Chapter 489 Looking at the Immemorial Heaven from a distance, the eight gods hang in the air

Ji Yuan's mind merged with the void, the Emperor's Dao Diagram trembled like waves, and the Dao Yun blazed.

With the Xingtian Iron Seal of the True Monarch of the Plague Department, following a ray of energy seems to go back to the faint years before several kalpas.

Three souls and seven souls, condensed into mind!
In a trance, across the ages!
After an unknown amount of time, Ji Yuan suddenly raised his head as if awakened from a start.

With a startled glance, his eyes danced, as if he had come to another world.

Endless ideas are swarming like a vast ocean, nourishing the soul all the time.

Just like the golden light rolls red, and the auspicious air sprays purple mist!
Almost like the legendary fairyland!

But seeing the huge portal of the majestic and majestic stalwart, the green is sinking, made of colored glaze;

Under it, dozens of Marshal Zhentian are placed on both sides, supporting the beams and pillars, holding the millers and supporting them;
There are more than a dozen golden-armored gods and men lined up all around, each holding a halberd and a whip, holding a knife and a sword!

On several large pillars, there are red-bearded dragons with golden scales shining on the sun;

Several long bridges fly over, hovering colorful feathers volleying red-topped phoenix.

If you look inside again, you can vaguely see a palace ridge swallowing gold and stable beasts, and a palace column with jade unicorns.

On the birthday stage, there are thousands of famous flowers that have never been thanked;

Beside the medicine refining furnace, there are tens of thousands of evergreen embroidered grasses.

In the blink of an eye, Ji Yuan's mind wandered, moving with the wind.

And in front of the pilgrimage building, crimson gauze clothes, bright stars;

The hibiscus crown is brilliant in gold and jade.

Jade hairpin and pearl shoes, gold medal with purple ribbon.

The golden bell strikes, and the three gods enter Danchi;

When the drums of heaven sounded, the king of the Wansheng Dynasty participated in the Jade Emperor.

"Is the Immemorial Heavenly Court such a grand scene?"

Ji Yuan seemed to be falling into a dream, his thoughts were soaring, and he couldn't tell the difference between illusion and reality.

The heavenly soldiers and generals guarding the Nantian Gate, and the crimson-clothed fairies who collect herbs and water the flowers, look lifelike and radiant.

But he turned a blind eye to himself and let him walk around.

"In the clouds far away, there seems to be an incomparably huge golden palace..."

Ji Yuan raised his head and saw the vast spiritual energy blending into the void, encompassing all the heavens in the ten directions.

Looking from a distance, on the copper-colored plaque, there are actually four big characters "Lingxiao Palace" shimmering and shining.

Like thunder and lightning, full of spirituality!
"Compared to the seven words that I cracked into a monument and branded my thoughts,
The Lingxiao Palace is called Bifeng Zangshen, and it seems that it can really give birth to a god! "

Ji Yuan couldn't help himself, trying to imitate that majestic spirit.

But it is like trying to scoop up a big river with a small spoon, it is unsustainable.

He knows that this is because his practice is not at home.

Even the ninth-rank ghost immortal who broke the barrier of life and death may not be able to refine the spirit.

"It is said that Xuankong Temple has two great works of "Mud Tire Sutra" and "Heart Seal Sutra".

No words are recorded, and the void is imprinted. Every word is a Buddha, which makes people realize the essence and end troubles! "

Ji Yuan knew very well that the most solid heritage of a holy land of martial arts like the Six Great Traditions is the all-encompassing general outline of all laws.

This general outline is neither a book nor a brief, neither a word nor a picture, but the charm that encompasses everything and elucidates the essence.

Even with mediocre aptitude, if you watch it day and night, ponder and comprehend it, you can still score one or two points.

"Only the four words 'Lingxiao Treasure Hall', the intangible charm that breeds the gods, should not lose the general outline of the six true traditions!"

Ji Yuan was thinking about it, when suddenly it seemed like the sun and the moon rotated, the stars moved, and the sky began to change rapidly.

Like the flick of the fingers in the eerie years, the famous flowers that have lasted for thousands of years, and the evergreen embroidered grass withered and withered in an instant, turning into dust.

Immediately afterwards, the eloquence, like the scorched fly ash of burnt paper money, suddenly drifted down.

Like a strange black snow.

Everything decays.

As if being involved in a big millstone covering Zhou Tian, ​​it was crushed into fine powder!
In the far distance, the golden tower located in the clouds roared loudly.

Its sound waves vibrated, crushed the void, and resounded throughout the universe!
The ten types of creatures were frightened by this, and they all felt panicked.

"Leibu! Where is Zhenjun Yingyuan?"

"Doubu! Where is Lord Doumu?"

"Fire Department! Where is Huode Xingjun?"

"Water Ministry, where is True Lord Shui De?"

"..."

Shouts of panic echoed in the realms of the heavens.

But no one answered!
"God..."

"All the gods perish!"

"Blood rains across the sky!"

Ji Yuan witnessed this unprecedented catastrophe that buried ancient history.

A real catastrophe!

The world of ten thousand realms is like a huge house with its beams and pillars removed, collapsing wantonly amidst the violent turmoil!
The golden tower high above the sky collapsed first, smashing out terrifying holes in the deep void.

Then it was torn apart by the violent inspiration, quickly disintegrated, and fell into the ruins of eternal silence before the ancient calamity.

The terrifying aftermath swept across Xuanzhou, directly smashing the ancestral land to pieces!

Billions of living beings die in an instant.

"Before the calamity is measured, there is no chance of life! Fellow comrades, it is better to fight hard!"

"The emperor's throne is vacant, if we don't hold back the sky, how can we have the face to be called a fairy again?!"

"Just kill it!"

"..."

Figures emitting infinite aura swayed, exuding divine splendor.

Like a fairy like a Buddha, like a god like a devil!
Among them was a handsome young man with three heads, nine eyes and eight arms, and a height of six feet. He held a purple flame spear and stepped on the two rounds of wind and fire, and blatantly rushed into the void...

There is also a white-robed monk with his feet on the lotus platform, clasping his hands together, thousands of golden rays of light melt away the ashes of endless kalpas, like a lamp burnt out, shining brightly for a moment...

There is also a Taoist with a lotus crown on his head and four ancient swords on his back...

Either before or after, they all chose to step into the Nether Void in the end.

Every time a fairy, god, Buddha or demon walks in, it is like a great mountain falling to Pinghu Lake, stirring up infinite ripples.

"Before the ancient calamity, did the heavens fall like this?"

The shock in Ji Yuan's eyes was almost impossible to calm down.

Those immortals and Buddhas that exist in the myths and legends of the world are facing a catastrophe that will sweep the three realms.

It is also like an ordinary person suffering from a natural disaster and unable to do anything.

Either fall like rain, or return to the void.

In the end, everything is mixed and everything is buried.

It turned into scorched black ash, like snow covering the universe.

Ji Yuan stood in the void, with no sky above his head and no ground under his feet, as if he was in a forest of tombs.

"Return to the Ruins..."

He looked at the huge chasm that traversed the Three Realms, that is, the pitch-black hole that was smashed out by the Lingxiao Palace.

Below it is an infinite turbid current, washing and scouring, engulfing inspiration and principles.

Even if the gods fall into it, they will be cut off and the top three flowers will be cut off.

The vast black color infects all people and ten types of people in all realms. Thanks to the brilliance of the Emperor's Dao Diagram, Ji Yuanyun's eyesight is extremely sharp, and he can see a little bit of reality.

Under the endless turbidity, it seems that there are four coffins buried, and their colors are different.

Ji Yuan's eyes tingled slightly, and he felt an indescribable terror attacking him.

Then he didn't dare to look any more, and lowered his head in thought:
"The heavens collapsed, the righteous gods dissipated, and their authority scattered across the world.

That is to say, open up qi and blood, refine the way.

The highest achievement is Babu and Wufang. "

Ji Yuan suddenly realized that he already had the seal of Xingtian, one of the authority of the True Monarch of the Plague Department.

You only need to collect the remaining two, and you can refine into the sea of ​​qi, and use the body and mind to harmonize the principles of Taoism.

In a blink of an eye, Ji Yuan seemed to sense something, and suddenly turned his eyes to the void where Jin Que fell.

The Emperor's Dao Map hidden in the Sea of ​​Consciousness vibrated eagerly, capturing a ray of heavy energy that hadn't yet died out.

Boom!
It was like knocking a bronze bell, making Ji Yuan's three souls and seven souls humming.

I saw a dazzling and dazzling divine throne being reflected!
It's like the real sun that shines all over the universe, the most noble, the ruler of all directions!
Everything in the heaven and earth, the sun, the moon, the stars, the wind and rain, the thunder and lightning, the five directions, the four seasons... the endless principles of Tao are like golden chains intertwined and condensed into a full and full "Tao Fruit".

It has no form, no emotion, and no name, but it is the birth of the world, the movement of the universe, and the cultivation of all kinds.

Therefore, it is called "Tao" and "fruit".

"There is a mixture of things, born innately, independent and unchanging, and it will never perish."

Ji Yuan suddenly said.

That radiance shines brightly, like the noble seat of the only true sun in the universe.

There are two ancient Daoist characters on it, which contain ups and downs and ups and downs, flickering and disappearing.

Ji Yuan shouldn't have known each other, but relying on the mapping ability of the Huangtian Dao Diagram, he opened his mouth and read:
"Haotian!"

This position has been vacant for several eons.

No one ever came forward.

Because it is divided into seats under it.

They are eight auras that soar into the sky, as thick as three mountains and five mountains merged into one, almost covering the universe!
Thunder, Fire, Plague, Fight.

Wealth, water, pox, age.

These eight thrones, if you look carefully, are not all empty.

Among them, there are two phantoms shaking in the head of the bucket, faintly cohesive, seeming to be real and illusory.

It seems that they are fighting for the half of the country!
In addition, the Ministry of Plague, the Ministry of Finance, the Ministry of Water, and the Ministry of Fire.

These four thrones represent the authority of the righteous gods, as many as five or six phantoms are entangled, and as few as one of them stands side by side exclusively.

"Does this mean that there is a competition for the authority of different righteous gods?"

Ji Yuan guessed.

Dobu has two successors who clashed fiercely.

One of them should be the great demon under the command of the blood god, who is as dark as a pheasant!
"Could it be that the legend of the ten emperors before the ancient calamity was true?
[Haotian] hangs in the air, so the heaven collapses, and there is no one who can bear its name.

The other nine divine seats..."

As soon as Ji Yuan thought this, the three souls and seven souls seemed to be squeezed violently, and even the rippling brilliance of the Emperor Tiandao Map was washed away to pieces.

His mind was like falling into the void, he fell down suddenly, and quickly left the ancient era.

The eerie years are rolling like a tide, throwing it up and down, bringing it to the original new history of the end of the catastrophe!
Quanmeng's [Foot on the Seven Stars] fate, the evolution of the four seasons of Zhou Tiandou, no matter how broken Ji Yuan's thoughts are, he can still maintain his spirituality and heal slowly.

But at the moment when his mind returned to the flesh shell, his eyes suddenly swelled, and he didn't know where to fall.

Once again, I saw a piece of infinite Tao intertwined and condensed, with endless latitude and longitude criss-crossing the heavenly and glorious throne!
It is eternal and immobile, located at a very high position, it is the center, and it is extremely revered!

The latitude and longitude of the sky, the ten thousand stars and ten thousand qi all come from this!

Through the majestic and majestic weather, Ji Yuan's eyes were like a mirror, reflecting the two Daowen.

Ziwei!

But it's different from that [Haotian] Emperor's throne that has been vacant for a long time!
There is a figure sitting upright on it, wearing the supreme imperial robe and a twelve-pronged crown on his head.

There is a round of true sun behind the head, which is full of ups and downs, which sets off the incomparable stalwart!
"[Ziwei] The throne already has a master!?"

Ji Yuan was astonished, and was about to take a closer look, but saw the immeasurable divine splendor erupting, completely cutting off the wisp of energy!

(End of this chapter)