The heavens preach

Because of the self-detonation after creation and the collision of the eternal kingdom, 36 origin seeds of the same origin as the world were scattered on the sky.

Chen Xixiang snapped his big hand, holding all these dream things in his hands.

Among them, the majestic and mysterious world breath is like smoke and mist, containing the true meaning and mystery of the origin of all things in the universe:

"Since I got the eternal kingdom for more than 300 years, I couldn't let it disintegrate and turn it into the most fundamental seed of origin, but Yang Pan took the boat of good fortune to blow me up like this, so that I could easily get what I wanted."

Chen Xixiang looked at these seeds, his eyes flickered.

When he took over the king of artifacts from the incarnation, Taishangdao, he wanted to extract these origin seeds in the eternal kingdom, and then refine them with the Heaven-Mending Divine Seal to strengthen his soul world.

The seed of origin is the embryonic form of the great world.

That is to say, Chen Xixiang can use these seeds to evolve his soul hell into a real world!

It's a pity that the king of artifacts is too hard, and it didn't come true until today.

"For his own resurrection, the good fortune Taoist in the place of origin collected a piece of material of the king of artifacts, a total of 81 seeds of origin, to refine his resurrected body, so that once the body is resurrected, the physical body will instantly shatter the vacuum I have obtained 36 of them now. If I refine them into the divine soul, I will be able to survive the eighth lightning calamity in one go, refine my soul into a god, and train my divine soul into a primordial spirit. There is no period of weakness yet, and I can try to Go for the ninth lightning tribulation."

Chapter 286 Great Zen Temple!

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36 seeds of origin hovered in Chen Xixiang's mind, shining like 36 stars.

There is a taste like the origin of the world brewing in it, and you can see the rudiments of small worlds from inside.

call

Chen Xixiang activated the Tianshenshenzhang, which was refined and sublimated by the Dao Song system and the practice system of all walks of life, and can reach the peak of the world in three steps.

Wisps of origin essence melted from the origin seeds, and flowed into Chen Xixiang's soul.

"Um"

Chen Xixiang only refined it for a while, then he thought in his heart, and deduced the time to completely refine these 36 seeds of origin:

"With my current cultivation base, I'm afraid it will take a long time to completely refine it into my own power."

With the joint help of more than 40 immortals, it also took him about three years to develop the magic weapon of the planet.

The series of these 36 origin seeds is of the same level as that of the Sun Tianchen, and the energy in them is too majestic and huge.

After all, it is the embryonic form of the Great Thousand World, and the Taoist Good Fortune spent hundreds of thousands of years in the place of origin in order to refine the 81 origin seeds into his own body and revive him, and he has not succeeded yet.

"There is no need to worry too much. It has been over 300 years, so why worry about it?"

Chen Xixiang relaxed in his heart, prepared not to be in a hurry, and looked down the mountain with his eyes:

"Go to promote the destruction of Yishou Dachan Temple first, and then talk about it when you come back."

Even though he beat Hong Xuanji half to death who came to ask him to destroy the Great Zen Master, and made Prince Yang Pan lose half of his origin of the King of Artifacts, it was a bit like he didn't want to agree to destroy the Great Zen Temple.

But one yard counts for one yard. He shot those people purely because he wanted to see if he could kill the "son of the great thousand" of this period and prevent the future Yizi from being born.

Facts have proved that it was half done. Although Hong Xuanji was not killed, Meng Bingyun was beaten to death.

As for the Great Zen Temple, if you should take action against it, you still have to take action.

The purpose is also very simple, it is not some hypocritical and benevolent labeling of the Great Chan Temple, it is purely a moral struggle.

Since he has traveled across many worlds, he has always followed the path of "I am the only one, and the Tao is the only one".

For Chen Xixiang, there is only one simple and domineering idea: before the Supreme Being, there is no other way to speak, how can Buddhism and Taoism coexist.

A dead Buddha is a good Buddha, or if the Buddha can admit that the Buddha is the Tao and submit obediently, then he can stay.

With one step, the clouds under his feet are soaring.

Chen Xixiang left the Taishang Taoist site and headed for Zhongzhou Dachan Temple.

call!call!call!

An ancient dilapidated white jade boat crossed the sky and landed in a state in Dagan.

In the courtyard, Yang Pan landed in his own dark courtyard, looking at the boat of good fortune in his palm, whose "boat shape" could hardly be seen clearly, and felt distressed.

Therefore, the hatred for Chen Xixiang deepened:

"If you don't avenge this revenge, I, Yang Pan, will be in vain!"

At the same time as the words fell, he looked at Hong Xuanji, who was released from the boat of good fortune, like a pool of rotten meat,

Putting away his mood, he asked solemnly:

"Xuanji, how are you?"

Wow

The Huangtianshi dragon armor fell off Hong Xuanji's body like flowing water, and condensed into a fist-sized golden dragon ball, which was the body of the Huangtianshi dragon armor.

After Yang Pan saw Hong Xuanji's exposed body clearly at this moment, he couldn't help but feel chills all over his body, feeling his hair stand on end.

"hiss"

Hong Xuanji's current appearance is simply too terrifying, there is no good skin on his body, he looks like a blood man.

Dozens of white bones were turned outwards, and internal organs were clearly visible in several places, dripping with blood.

If it wasn't for Yang Pan who could still hear Hong Xuanji's faint breathing, he couldn't believe that Hong Xuanji was still alive.

He immediately took out a "God of Good Fortune Pill" from the boat of good fortune, and let Hong Xuanji take it without hesitation.

The pure medicinal power melted into his lips, and Hong Xuanji's body felt more streams of heat spread out. There was a gleam in his eyes, and he spoke, but it was accompanied by a severe cough:

"Your Highness, Keke Chen caused you heavy losses."

Yang Pan calmed down instead, and said:

"You and I don't need to say these things. This time it was our calculation that was wrong. We shouldn't underestimate Meng Shenji, and we never thought that this person's behavior would be so cruel and domineering. He would beat you to death as soon as he met indiscriminately."

Yang Pan originally planned to use the power of Mengshenji to jointly destroy the Great Chan Temple, and then design to calculate Mengshenji's body, making him lose the chance to reach the other shore, but he did not expect

Yang Pan exhaled, gritted his teeth and said, "But we have also seen all his details this time, the soul of the Creator of the Seven Tribulations, and the cultivation of high-level immortals. He really wants to go to the other shore."

The world is a great sea of ​​suffering, the body is a treasure raft to cross the sea, and the soul is the person in the boat. If a monk in the world wants to reach the other shore from the sea of ​​suffering, he must cultivate both body and soul to the most perfect state, and no one can do without them.

After Hong Xuanji had refined some of the essence of the God of Good Fortune, Yang Pan asked again:

"Is it better?"

Hong Xuanji's panting calmed down a bit, and he looked at his horrific body inwardly, feeling sour in his heart:

"My martial arts are almost abolished"

Yang Pan was startled when he heard this, his face jumped.

Martial arts abolished?

His mood was overwhelmed. For a moment, seeing Hong Xuanji's bitter expression, he calmed down and said calmly:

"As long as you are still alive, martial arts can be repaired again. You may be able to make a big breakthrough and enter the realm of immortality because of this. Don't worry, I have all the treasures in the boat of good fortune. I will let you go at all costs." You recover."

Hong Xuanji took a deep breath, his eyes calmed down: "Thank you, Your Highness."

Seeing that Hong Xuanji cheered up again, Yang Pan also nodded, and immediately the two of them looked at Meng Bingyun, whose soul had vanished, with a trace of complexity flashing in their eyes.

"My soul is gone, I can't feel your thoughts anymore." Hong Xuanji clenched his fists, and said firmly in front of Meng Bingyun's corpse: "Your Highness is right, as long as I am still alive, I will still have a chance to practice again." Become a fairy, and will definitely reach the supreme state of smashing the vacuum. At that time, it may not be impossible for you to regain your thoughts from the universe, and reshape your soul."

"Okay, you go to rest first. Over there at the Great Chan Temple, the Emperor Father has already mobilized heavy troops to go there. I want to go there and have a look. Although there is no Mengshenji, the Great Chan Temple still has to be destroyed."

After Yang Pan said a word, his eyes were cold, he picked up his body and left this other courtyard.

Hong Xuanji walked into the quiet room with Meng Bingyun in his arms.

A few hours later, he sat cross-legged on the futon in the quiet room, and fell into recuperation and recovery.

I don't know how long it took.

Suddenly, a gentle wind blew in from the room.

Hong Xuanji suddenly opened his eyes and felt something. Then, he heard a voice resounding in his heart:

"Hong Xuanji, I am good fortune, the Great Thousand World is the foundation of my enlightenment, and you are the son of the Great Thousand that was conceived by the Great Thousand World over tens of thousands of years, so you are my apprentice."

good fortune!

Hong Xuanji's body shook violently.

Good fortune, from ancient times to the present, who dares to use this title, only that person.

The vicissitudes of life in the wind continued to float into his heart:

"Emperor Changsheng and Panhuang, a pair of mentors and apprentices, gave up the Great Thousand World and created the Central World in Tianwaitian, intending to recreate the human way, but my way is in the Great Thousand World. You are my apprentice, and you should carry out and inherit my Taoism. The boat of good fortune is prepared for you by me, through it, you can come to the place of origin and find my Taoism and Yangshen thoughts, and I can bring unprecedented good fortune to you and the woman beside you."

Zhongzhou, Great Zen Temple.

The holy land of Buddhism and Taoism in the world that requires horse racing to burn incense is at night, and thousands of palaces are brightly lit, reflecting hundreds of miles around like daytime.

The lights dyed the sky like gilt, making this place almost like the glazed world recorded in the Buddhist scriptures that released thousands of rays of light.

On a mountain peak hundreds of miles away.

A white-haired ape and a white-haired fox stand on the top of the mountain, with thousands of longings flashing in their eyes:

"This is the Great Chan Temple, and it really lives up to its reputation. Look at the energy and blood rushing out of the Great Chan Temple over there, one after another is like wolf smoke. It is the sign of a martial saint. There are more than 30 of them. There are more than 30 martial saints, and five hundred innate peak masters of soul and body, known as five hundred arhats, such a big foundation"

"In addition to the abbot of the Great Chan Temple who practiced the past scriptures, the fighting monk Yinyue who cultivated the present scriptures, and the host of the Wusheng Hall who practiced the future scriptures, compared with the Dream God Machine of the Taishang Dao alone, in my opinion, the great Zen temples are truly the most holy places in the world.”

The white fur fox's voice is flat:

"It's a pity that such a holy place of martial arts is about to collapse."

At this time, an old laughter suddenly came from the sky:

"Hey, White Ape King, Fragrant Fox King, so you are here, I said, even the black wolf king Bi Shihua, who is not popular, has the courage to join in the fight against the autumn wind, you two have three kalpas of cultivation, How could you let yourself go?"

The fox and the ape looked up and saw a golden light floating in the clouds:

"Golden Spider Dharma King! Hmph!"

The two snorted coldly at the same time, but their gazes looked up the sky, and each of them saw the eight great demons in the world. It can be said that they all arrived and hid in the dark.

In addition to the Eight Great Demon Immortals, the two also sensed the thoughts of spirits floating in the sky.

One after another, they hid in the dark under the cover of the 20 large army that rushed over like a dark dragon on the ground.

The Golden Spider King hid in the dark, he laughed and said:

"This time, led by the Daqian royal family, [-]% of the cultivators in the world have gathered. In addition to us and other demons, there are also masters such as Xuantian Pavilion and Jingyuan Temple, which are also the six holy places. It can be said that they have overwhelmed everyone Push, I don’t know how many good things will come out of it!”

ta ta ta

The trampling sound of the horseshoes of the 20 troops, with the momentum of mountains and seas, oppressed the Great Zen Holy Land on Taishi Mountain. A high-pitched eunuch shouted the decree, and his voice broke through the clouds and spread in all directions:

"The Great Chan Temple listened to the decree, because your temple colluded with the rebels of the previous dynasty and intended to rebel, and now His Majesty raised an army of 20 to attack, and ordered the monks in your temple to quickly bring their shackles and accept the crime with their hands tied!!"

After a sound.

The magnificent glazed Buddhist temple in Taishi Mountain, among the tens of thousands of palaces, is as quiet as you can hear.

Among the army, a prince in his thirties with a majestic temperament and a mighty face had a high-pitched and angry voice:

"Boldly, the Great Zen Temple still hasn't accepted the order? The crime of treason has already been confirmed!"

With a violent roar, the voice rolled like thunder bombing:

"The army listened to the order and flattened the Great Zen Temple! Kill!!"

Chapter 287 A Giant Hand!

Rumble

The 20 troops trembled in unison under the orders of the Dagan Wang Ye Shenwei Wang Yang Tuo. The cavalry, infantry, and swordsmen were like a black wave of people flooding from the end of the horizon. It's Dagan Sergeant.

"Arrows! Kill!"

With an order, first, the overwhelming black arrows enveloped the past like pieces of dark clouds.

In the Great Zen Temple.

The oppressive power of a dynasty with an army of 20 was overwhelmed like an overwhelming mountain.

The abbot of the Great Chan Temple, dressed in a bright red cassock, has sad eyes and puts his hands together: