Infinity Throne

Jian Nanchun was talking about the Little Supreme Buddha, but Xia Ruxue was thinking of another person.

If he were still alive, after a hundred years, he would not be said to be invincible. At the very least, he would not be much worse than the Little Supreme Buddha.

After Jian Nanchun finished talking about the birth of the Little Supreme Buddha, he stopped talking and sat carelessly on the edge of the lotus platform, drinking and waiting.

This Xuanmen gathering has monks coming from all over the world. Just to gather people will take three to five to seven days, or at most a month. No one can come in a hurry.

All the monks present dutifully meditated for several days.

The little Supreme Buddha, who had been waiting for visitors in the sky, suddenly opened his eyes, a lotus seal appeared between his eyebrows, and his eyes sparkled.

He clasped his hands together and pushed forward. The barrier of Yanfuzhou Cave opened, revealing the blue sea and sky outside.

And on the blue sea, far away from the horizon, a black cloud so thick that it looked like it could drip out ink at any time, rolled in with the force of thunder!

A black cloud covering the sky!

Above the black clouds, there are a group of unruly figures, led by two people, a man and a woman. The man is handsome with cold brows, while the woman has a smile as bright as a flower, surrounded by thunder.

The two walked hand in hand like a couple of demons.

"The little Supreme Buddha of Yanfuzhou welcomes all of you in the Mara Palace!"

Faced with such terrifying movement and momentum, the Little Supreme Buddha smiled calmly and said loudly, his voice like a bell, rolling out.

…

Behind the leading handsome man and beautiful woman.

There are also four strange-looking old men.

If Yi Lin were here, she might recognize two of them as the old couple who opened a bun shop in Qingdu.

The two of them are respectively the thunder protector and the wind protector among the four major protectors of the Mo Luo Temple: "wind, thunder, mountain, and fire".

There were two people left, one of whom was as tall as an ox, carrying a bloody ax on his back. His naked upper body was tattooed with interlaced blood-colored textures. Around his neck, hung a string of broken human skulls. Lian, with this image, you can tell at a glance that he is not a good person.

He is the mountain protector of Moluo Palace, Huyanhao Mountain.

The other person was an old man with a stooped back. He was carrying a large medicine box behind him. Next to the box was a small black flag with three words written on it: There is no cure.

However, "No cure can save life" is not the old man's real name, it is just the creed he believed in during his medical career.

No one knows his real name, but within the circle, anyone who knows this person will call him "Sick Man" with a complicated expression.

The fire protector of Moluo Palace is a sick doctor.

In addition to the four guardians of wind, thunder, mountain and fire, the Mo Luo Temple group also has a group of demon disciples of various ages. These people are all elites of the demon sect who have lived for more than a hundred years. The surging demonic energy of the disciples, Together they built up the dark clouds beneath their feet.

Buzz buzz…

The moment everyone from Moluo Palace appeared in Yan Fuzhou, behind Xia Ruxue, the snow-white flying sword made a harsh buzzing sound.

In an instant, the temperature around Xia Ruxue dropped sharply, and it was extremely cold.

Xia Ruxue saw someone.

Back then, during the battle between monks in Qingdu, this man had plotted against his senior brother behind his back.

Although the plot was not successful, if there is anyone alive among the senior brother's enemies now, it is the second guardian of the wind and thunder of the Moluo Palace, and the woman riding the spirit snake who followed them.

Li Qianqian!

traitor!

As the saying goes, enemies are extremely jealous when they meet. Her senior brother's enemy was her Xia Ruxue's enemy. When they appeared, Xia Ruxue's mood fluctuated violently.

"It's not the right day to take action on someone else's territory."

Jian Nanchun stood up and patted his junior sister's shoulder gently. Although he said these words calmly, you could see the murderous aura in Jian Nanchun's slightly narrowed eyes, which seemed to be working hard.

The " traceless " sword intention that he realized was originally a murderous sword, taking away people's lives invisibly. As for why Jian Nanchun was able to understand the meaning of the "Henless" sword, the profound meaning is self-evident.

"call……"

Xia Ruxue breathed out cold air, closed and opened her eyes, and regained her composure.

She has been practicing Qing Dynasty for hundreds of years, and she has already developed an extraordinary ambition.

After entering the Mara Palace, the atmosphere on the Three Thousand Lotus Stage in Yan Fuzhou changed strangely.

Many casual cultivators have learned that Moluo Palace and Tianjian Sect have been entangled in grievances for thousands of years. Even in the past thousand years, due to the constraints of the "peace treaty", the two behemoths have not had a violent conflict, but regardless of It's just a matter of fighting over ideals or accumulation of hatred. If you can avoid fighting when you meet, you are already an Amitabha. You can't force others to greet you with a smile.

Everyone in Moluo Hall took their seats.

Each lotus platform is about a few square meters and can only accommodate a few people standing at the same time without feeling aggrieved.

Mo Luodian, the leading couple, accidentally or accidentally landed on the lotus platform where Jian Nanchun, Xia Ruxue, and Black and White Eryang were.

Xia Ruxue clenched her pink and white fists in the long sleeves of her green shirt first, then slowly loosened her fists.

When Xia Ruxue was silent, it was the other party who spoke first.

"Xiaoman, on July 7th next year, please offer Xiaohu a stick of incense in front of Brother Lin's grave."

It turned out that the handsome man and beauty at the head were Wang Xiaohu, who had a superficial friendship with Xia Xiaoman, and his friend Yan Qianxiu.

Jian Nanchun sighed: "In a hundred years, things have changed and people have changed."

Xia Ruxue's face was expressionless: "Xia Xiaoman is dead. You recognized the wrong person."

"Xia... Ruxue." Wang Xiaohu's expression was equally cold. His eyes were empty, staring in the direction of the treasure tree, without looking at Xia Ruxue. His dry lips whispered: "On July 7th next year, please take the place of Xiaohu. I will burn a stick of incense in front of Brother Lin’s tomb.”

Xia Ruxue: "You don't deserve it."

Wang Xiaohu finally looked at Xia Ruxue: "Yes, I am not worthy. But I beg you, for the sake of... I saved your life at the Golden Temple a hundred years ago. Since then, we have been mortal enemies, and our kindness has been wiped out." "

Jian Nanchun patted Xia Ruxue's shoulder again, shook his head and sighed with emotion.

He recalled the time when he met two ignorant teenagers outside the Golden Temple.

One young man is honest and passionate, while the other is cunning and interesting.

Over the course of a hundred years, Wang Xiaohu's temperament changed drastically and he became the "Devil" of the Moluo Palace. He stayed and flew with the "Saint" Yan Qianxiu, but another young man Lin Yi...

"Can."

Finally, Xia Ruxue's eyes flashed and she agreed.

Wang Xiaohu looked away: "Thank you very much."

In fact, to put it bluntly, Xia Ruxue does not hate Wang Xiaohu.

In other words, that kind of hatred is not the kind of "hate" that ordinary people call it.

He is angry that he does not fight and hates the injustice of God.

Wang Xiaohu is pitiful. His experiences have made him what he is today.

However, senior brother must not want his former brother Wang Xiaohu to become like this.

That's why Xia Ruxue said, "You don't deserve it."

Xia Ruxue closed her eyes.

…

Three more days passed.

Everyone who can come has come.

Those who couldn't come, the Little Supreme Buddha seemed to have no intention of waiting any longer.

The reason why he gathered the three sects of Taoism, Demonology, and Buddhism in Yanfuzhou was for a major event.

A... major event related to the fate of Xuanmen.

The lotuses all over the sky disappeared, and the golden light that finally dissipated gathered into a twenty-one-petal lotus under the seat of the Small Supreme Buddha.

The little Supreme Buddha sits on the lotus platform, his face filled with brilliant golden light.

He didn't talk nonsense and threw out a king bomb in his opening remarks:

"Comrades gathering here should be a rare event in a thousand years, but here, the poor monk has to tell you something."

"Ten years ago, the poor monk's master, the Supreme Buddha, passed away."

After saying this, the Little Supreme Buddha clasped his hands together, closed his eyes and paused for a moment.

The Supreme Buddha has passed away?

This news made all the seniors look shocked, their breaths were raging, and they could not calm down.

The younger generation may not know who the Supreme Buddha is, but it is impossible for the older generation not to know.

The status of the Supreme Buddha is the same as the status of the supreme leader of the Tianjian Sect within the Tianjian Sect. He is a brother-like existence and can be said to be the supreme master of Buddhism. His Buddhist cultivation is unfathomable. It is precisely because thousands of years ago, the three supreme beings, Supreme Buddha, Mara, and Heavenly Sword Supreme, were checking and balancing each other. No one could do anything to the other, so the three sects jointly signed the contract. "Peace Treaty" situation.

But now...the Supreme Buddha actually died ten years ago?

Yan Fuzhou actually hid this huge news for ten years?

The Little Supreme Buddha did not give everyone time to digest the news.

After a moment of pondering, he told the truth amidst the buzzing whispers:

"Ten years ago, the spiritual energy in the world was rapidly drying up. In order to find the source of the spiritual energy drying up, the Supreme Buddha, the Master, went to the ninth heaven alone."

"After more than a month after the master was on the ninth level of heaven, the master returned, but his body was mutilated. There were holes in the shape of 'handprints' on it, and he was already dying."

Uh-huh.

There was deathly silence on all the lotus terraces.

Immediately afterwards, the Little Supreme Buddha said again:

"Before Master died, he desperately told the young monk the secret of spiritual energy exhaustion."

"A hole was broken in the ninth level of the sky."

The calm expression of the little Supreme Buddha finally changed. I saw him holding flowers in his left hand, pointing to the sky with his right hand, and sighed:

"A 'hole' that is enough to destroy all living beings in the world!"