I have a role in the heavens

"What is a Buddha? What is a demon? Can you make a conclusion just by opening your mouth?"

Zhao Wuhao looked calm and calm, shook his head slightly, and did not agree with the words of the lecturer at all.

"Buddha predicted that the daughter of Hades would bring destruction to the world, so she is naturally a demon!"

The leader of the sermon said with a firm look on his face, his brows full of piety. This was the destiny that the Buddha had seen back then, and he was convinced of it.

Zhao Wuhao curled his lips, full of disdain. Is what the Buddha saw true? Not to mention that the Buddha had died, even if he was still alive, he would not dare to say so in front of him. He waved his hand and said impatiently.

"Stop, stop, stop!"

"I don't care about the daughter of Pluto or the prophecy of Buddha!"

"I came here just for one thing! You disobeyed my orders, never practiced silent meditation, and never faced the wall for three years. This is a slap in my face!"

"I am a reasonable person, and if you slap me in the face, I will naturally cause trouble for you!"

Li slowly changed his expression and breathed a sigh of relief. Zhao Wuhao's appearance made him feel less stressed. The first lecturer no longer posed a threat. The only thing left was to send Ning Que and Sang Sang away.

Ning Que also looked at that figure in great astonishment. This was Mr. Zhao in the front yard of the academy. How could he appear? And he appeared suddenly. Could it be that he had also realized the realm of no distance? No wonder he asked him if he knew his fate. A great cultivator in the realm, he shook his head and denied that he had gone beyond the five realms of cultivation!

"I should have thought a long time ago that the Tongxiao Mingqiao method was infinitely mysterious. If I hadn't gone far on the path of spiritual practice, how could I have created such a profound and magical method!"

The sound of Buddhist scriptures is heard, the water of the lake is still, and the light of the tower has condensed. Baita Temple seems to have become a Buddhist kingdom from the beginning of the world. The atmosphere of heaven and earth has become extremely peaceful, vaguely connected to a certain realm above the five realms of Taoism, but it also has a strong sense of subjugation. In such a world, practitioners cannot control the vitality of heaven and earth, and are no different from ordinary people.

Zhao Wuhao sensed this familiar scene, raised the corners of his mouth slightly, looked disdainfully at the lecturer sitting cross-legged on the ground, and said sarcastically.

"Four years have passed and you still haven't made any progress!"

"I won't deceive you either. If you haven't faced the wall for three years, I will take action once. If you don't practice silence, I will take action again!"

"As long as you can take two of my moves, I will turn around and leave, and I will never interfere in anything here!"

As soon as these words came out, both Li Manman and Ning Que's expressions changed, showing solemn expressions. They didn't understand why Zhao Wuhao was so unwise and actually said such words.

The leader of the lecture hall is the supreme Buddha in Buddhism, the living Buddha. There are few people in the world who can defeat him. He is a Buddha both physically and mentally, and is indestructible. He cannot be defeated by two moves. ,

The leader of the lecturer was stunned when he heard this, feeling happy and angry at the same time. He was happy that Zhao Wuhao was so arrogant that he only took two moves, and he was angry that Zhao Wuhao was so arrogant that he actually wanted to defeat him within two moves.

"Mr. Zhao, although your cultivation level is higher than mine, you are too arrogant to defeat me with only two moves!"

"Whether you are arrogant or not is not in your mouth, but in your hands!"

Zhao Wuhao seemed unaware of everyone's gazes, and looked calm. He just looked at the lecturer's seat calmly, his eyes were indifferent, like a god overlooking the world, high above, full of majesty.

The leader of the lecturer suppressed the anger in his heart, his long eyebrows twitched slightly, he clasped his hands together, proclaimed Amitabha, and said in a deep voice.

"In this case, please give me some advice, sir, and I will follow up!"

"Are you ready? I'm going to take action!"

Zhao Wuhao's posture was very high, he looked at the White Pagoda Temple with great interest, and asked casually to the head of the lecture hall, showing his incomparable confidence.

The lecturer's expression was solemn and solemn, his long silver eyebrows kept fluttering, his lips were slightly opened, and he recited Buddhist sutras again. This time, he spoke very slowly, but every word was like thunder, and extremely stern!

"I have heard that, with the power of samadhi, all the mountains, trees, grass, trees, and land in the Jantilan Realm are turned into seven treasures, so that all the people can see for themselves, and they can all listen to and receive the wonderful Dharma in front of the Buddha."

“As you think about it, you may see yourself in blue, yellow, white, purple, red, or black, or you may see it like wind, or you may see it like fire, or you may see it like emptiness, you may see it like the inflammation of hot weather, or you may see it like water, or you may see it look like water. The water foam may look like a mountain, some may look like Sakyamuni, some may look like flowers, some may look like Garuda, some may look like stars, some may look like elephants, some may look like wild foxes!”

The Buddha's words resounded through the temple like thunder, constantly exploding in the air, the lake suddenly became frightened, the willow branches on the bank broke and fell, and the white pagoda glowed with colorful luster!

The tens of thousands of believers who had previously bowed their heads and knelt on the ground heard the thunderous voice of the Buddha. They subconsciously raised their heads and looked at the sky, but did not see any traces of lightning. Countless breaths of heaven and earth came from the Eight Wastelands of the Moon Wheel Kingdom. People from all walks of life came all the way, carrying dust and wind, breaking trees and frightening beasts. They arrived at Chaoyang City and headed for Baita Temple.

The clouds in the sky have been covering Chaoyang City for a whole winter. During this winter, there have been no changes except that the clouds are getting thicker and thicker. However, at this time, even this strange cloud seems to be feeling the words of the Buddha in the first part of the sermon. The terror began to stir uneasiness.

The gray clouds were rolling and twisting very violently. It looked like thousands of black snakes were twisting and twisting inside the clouds. Occasionally, the clouds were torn apart, and cracks were briefly exposed, and the sunlight came through those cracks. It falls down, is scattered by cloud threads, turns into countless colors, and twists into countless shapes.

The colors of those skylights falling on the White Pagoda Temple are either green, white or black. People look at the colors on their bodies and feel at a loss. But in the eyes of practitioners, those skylights that are distorted into countless shapes are... It is even more frightening, because in their sea of ​​consciousness, those heavenly lights have turned into Buddhist sages holding vajra, turned into ferocious Buddhist beasts, turned into countless water and fire coming towards their faces!

This is not an illusion, nor is it the spiritual world of the lecturer, but the real breath of heaven and earth. The leader of the lecturer uses the supreme Buddha's power to make the breath of heaven and earth look like the sky is full of gods and Buddhas!

Under the power of this supreme Buddha, in front of the sky full of gods and Buddhas, even great practitioners have no power to resist. They will suppress their mind power, seal the snowy mountains and seas, and become ordinary people who have no power to bind a chicken. .

Ning Que couldn't bear this kind of awe. Blood flowed out from the corner of his mouth, and his waist was bent a bit. The swelling on his back was even worse. There was no trace of blood on his pale face. She had never been as white as she is now. , red blood seeped out from the corner of her mouth, dyeing her pale lips red, making her delicate and charming, forming a strange contrast.

Li slowly saw this and stepped back, blocking Ning Que and Sang Sang. His weak body carried all the pressure on his shoulders, making Ning Que and Sang Sang relax. He didn't have time to express his gratitude and looked towards the field.

When Zhao Wuhao saw the lecturer repeating his old tricks, the disdain in his eyes became even more obvious. He took a step slowly, and the earth shook. It seemed that the earth could not bear his weight. With one step, the Buddhist kingdom was shattered. A red plum paper umbrella appeared above the head of the lecturer, blocking the vision in the sky. Zhao Wuhao slowly stretched out his right index finger, passed through the void, and penetrated countless Buddhist auras, hitting the forehead of the lecturer.

A red dot appeared, like a white hair, solemn and holy. A trace of astonishment and shock flashed in the eyes of the Buddha at the head of the sermon. The bright Buddha light began to dim, the Zen sound also stopped, and the indestructible Buddha body also changed. He was relaxed, a look of suffering appeared on his face, his lips were slightly opened and closed, and the faint sound of mosquitoes and flies reached everyone's ears.

"Lao Na is defeated!"

"Sir, you have reached the realm of the Buddha. I did not overestimate my ability and did not take any of your moves!"

As soon as the words fell, the body of the leader of the sermon was ignited by the clear karma fire. The Buddha's body was purified in the flames and turned into ashes. Only nine crystal clear relics were left, lying quietly among the ashes. , shining with the brilliance of holiness.

"Buddha's realm? Who knows!"

A voice that seemed to be extremely disapproving came, and the red plum paper umbrella disappeared, along with the figure. It came in a hurry, but also in a hurry, without stopping.

"The first one has passed away!"

Master Qimei had already cultivated to the point of becoming a Buddha in the physical body. He was the first to react and exclaimed in disbelief. The expression on his face was as if he was mourning for his heir. How is this possible? The head of the lecture hall is already indestructible. The living Buddha is no more than The Buddha was just a hair away, how could he be killed with one move? This is ridiculous!

Li Manman was also in a daze. He had personally experienced the power of the Buddhist Kingdom in the first lecture hall. His realm of no distance was broken. The terrifying first lecture hall was killed by Mr. Zhao. He felt Extremely unreal.

Ning Que's eyes widened even more. This was too unbelievable. Even with all his strength, he could not injure the leader of the lecture hall. The transcendent living Buddha was just killed by Mr. Zhao. killed?

"How far has Mr. Zhao reached and why is he so terrifying?"

Ning Que unconsciously asked Li slowly, he never knew that this front yard teacher who was so kind to him could be so powerful and unfathomable.

"Maybe like the teacher, as high as the sky!"

Li slowly said in a faint voice, with a look of shock still remaining in his eyes. Looking around, everyone was shocked by the death of the lecturer. This supreme figure in the Buddhist sect, the living Buddha, had just stepped into the world of mortals. Nirvana is within them, giving them a trance-like feeling of having their faith shattered.

The leader of the lecture hall had fallen. Although there were many masters left, they could not stop Ning Que and the two who were slowly protected by Li. They took the opportunity to break out of the siege, stepped onto the road, and left safely.

On the way Ning Que and the two escaped, not only Li Manman came to help them, but also experts from the Xiling Temple came to help them. These people were experts from the Temple of Light. They did not believe that Sangsang was the daughter of Pluto, thinking that this was The leader, Xiong Chumo, was framed and desperately wanted to keep the only disciple of the God of Light, so that Sangsang could inherit the will of light and sit on the God of Light.

It is not unreasonable for these people to think so. The Great Priest of Guangming is the person closest to Haotian and can see the destiny that others cannot see. Before Wei Guangming died, he regarded Sangsang as light and opportunity. These people in the Guangming Temple She was extremely convinced of Wei Guangming, so she regarded Sangsang as the daughter of light and wanted to protect him from other forces in the temple.

In a sudden encounter on the northeastern border of Yuelun Kingdom, in order to protect Sangsang's successful escape, many people died, and the deaths were extremely tragic. Among them, there were many red-clothed priests who did not hesitate to use magic to self-destruct, and both jade and stone were burned to fight for Sangsang. A glimmer of hope. As one after another priests of Xiling Temple were exposed or died trying to cover the whereabouts of the black carriage during their escape, Sangsang became more and more silent.

In the eighteenth year of the Apocalypse, a strange sign came from the sky. There were thick clouds and the sound of crows was unpleasant. Starting from the Yuelun Kingdom, we passed through the swamp, passed through the Tang Dynasty, crossed Helan, and reached the Eastern Wasteland, and then continued northward.

The whole world knew that Ning Que took Sangsang, the daughter of Pluto, into the tribe of Huangren. The Xiling Temple sent a message to the Council of Elders of the Deserted Tribe, ordering the Deserted people to kill or hand over the Hades Girl immediately. The Xiling Temple promised to stop attacking the Deserted people and open up a large pasture in the Eastern Wasteland to help the Deserted people recover.

More than a thousand years ago, the Great Priest of Guangming was involved in preaching in the wilderness with the words from the Book of Heaven. The desert people began to believe in the Demon Sect and began to worship Pluto. Thousands of years later, the Desert people returned south and met the daughter of Pluto and the descendant of the Great Priest of Guangming. This is probably what happened. It is the so-called fate. In this case, even if it means annihilation of the clan, the Desolate Elders Association has firmly rejected the request of the Xiling Temple.

Xiling Temple issued an order to the world, ordering all practitioners to enter the wasteland. The amount of food and grass that had been continuously imported into the wasteland became more and more, and various countries began to recruit soldiers. According to the edict of the Xiling Temple, this is no longer just a war against the deserted people, but a holy war to save the world. The real war is about to begin.

In the eighteenth year of the Apocalypse, a war broke out between the Xiling Temple coalition forces and the Huangren. Without any foreshadowing, without any negotiation, and without any temptation, hundreds of thousands of troops from both sides started fighting in the wasteland. Countless people died every moment. Those noble and proud practitioners who usually fought in the Ocean of Storms On an ordinary battlefield, even a strong man in the Dongxuan Realm might turn into an unknown corpse in the grass at any time even if he fights like an ordinary soldier.

In the past few years, the Xiling Temple, which had seemed a bit low-key, finally showed its demeanor and majesty in ruling the world. The headmaster of the Xiling Temple led the two divine thrones of Oracle and Judgment, as well as the powerful temple cavalry, to the wasteland, the Central Plains. The kings of the various countries woke up after being shocked, rallied their troops as quickly as possible, and personally led the troops into the wilderness to fight.

There is a giant chariot in the center of the Xiling Temple coalition. This giant chariot is three stories high, with a solid bronze cast as the base. The railings on the chariot are made of pure gold, shining with a holy light in the sun, as if it wants to take away all the brilliance in the world. There is a balcony on the chariot, and the curtains are tightly locked. The scene in the building cannot be seen, and only an extremely tall figure can be seen faintly.

In the entire wasteland, the tower on the chariot is the highest, higher than the stretching meadows in the distance. It even gives people the feeling that the tower on the chariot is higher than the goshawk flying in the sky. The tallest chariot is naturally the tallest person, and the tall figure on the chariot is the headmaster of the Xiling Temple.

The most mysterious figure in the spiritual world has always been the twenty-three-year-old Cicada, the leader of the Demon Sect, but in fact there is another saying that the real most mysterious person is the headmaster of the Xiling Temple.

But no one dares to use the word mysterious to describe him. Even the mysterious legends about the headmaster have always had a certain kind of divinity that is awe-inspiring and admirable.

The leader of the Xiling Temple, who controls the Haotian Dao Sect, has the power to establish and depose the emperors of all worldly countries, and enjoys the worship of believers in the world with his supreme authority. In terms of power alone, he even surpasses the Emperor of the Tang Dynasty. For such a big man who stands at the top of the world, few people have seen his true face. The leader has never been to Taoshan before, until now he appears in the wasteland.

This war between the deserted people and the various countries in the Central Plains was extremely tragic. Countless masters fell. The veterans of the deserted people, the worshipers of Taoism, the priests, and even the great priests all stayed on this battlefield forever, adding more meaning to this war. A bit bloody.

"It's over, it's time for you, daughter of Hades, to get on your way!"

The leader of the temple held a divine staff in his hand. A holy beam of light emerged from the top of the staff, penetrated the top of the giant chariot, and shone into the sky.

When the beam of light fell on the sky, the blue sky in the south suddenly became bright. The light that covered the sky and the sun fell from the sky and fell on the wasteland with extremely terrifying pressure.

At this time, hundreds of thousands of humans in the wasteland looked up at the bright sky, but felt that they had seen an infinitely rich world. That world was not the real kingdom of God, but a spiritual induction. The infinite richness they saw was not specific things, but the countless emotional projections of human beings under the power of Haotian.

The picture at this time has surpassed all the world's imagination of the world of cultivation, and has surpassed the imagination of practitioners of the highest realm. This is no longer a magical technique, but more like a miracle!

The light from the southern sky fell on Sangsang's body, burning her body, mind, and soul. The cold breath in her body kept freezing her body, mind, and soul. This process was extremely painful.

Ning Que hugged Sangsang tightly. The cold air that spread over the little maid's body caused ice to grow on Ning Que's body. The awe-inspiring energy in his body shattered and melted it. The cold air filled the air, and the ice condensed again, and it was bone-chilling.

Sangsang's body trembled violently and looked very painful. She shrank and hid in Ning Que's arms, just like in the past years, hoping to find safety and warmth there. However, the light was everywhere, and she had nowhere to hide. The cold air was in her body, and she had no way to hide. She could only continue to endure the torture between the heat and the cold.

Sang Sang couldn't help crying. The tears slid down her slightly dark face and fell on Ning Que's body. The clothes were frozen and frosty, and became hard. The teardrops fell on the ground and turned into ice beads. Each one was frozen. They are so crystal clear and round, exactly the same size.

A very subtle breaking sound sounded in Sangsang's body, like bones being crushed into countless pieces, like flesh and blood being decomposed, and more like hard ice being continuously compressed.

The cold aura in Sangsang's body was completely released. A dark ball centered on her body and spread in all directions. Ning Que, who was holding her, was instantly knocked away dozens of feet away. , wherever the breath goes, the fields freeze, the grass is covered with frost, and there is no life!

Ning Que fell heavily to the ground and spat out blood with a pop. The blood froze instantly. It wasn't until the third mouthful of blood that steam began to come out. He was blown away by the cold breath, but the big black umbrella stayed behind. The original place is at Sangsang's feet.

Sang Sang squatted down, picked up the big black umbrella, and then opened it. The cold breath continued to be released from her body, turning into a cold black cyclone, rolling up the gravel on the ground, whistling and dancing around her body , like a black smoke.