With Guandu's 100,000 cavalry, Yuanmen's traitors are invincible

Buddha's light flashed on his body.

The Great Light Qi sheltered the entire Lingshan Mountain.

"of course can."

"Everyone just watch from the sidelines."

The closure of mountains is not random.

Once the mountain is closed, it will take at least a hundred years before it can be untied.

Moreover, the time of closing the mountain cannot be hidden from Zhao Gongming and these Hunyuan Jinxians.

Amitabha knew that Zhao Gongming and his party wanted to force the Buddhist gate to close the mountain.

But now he has no choice.

We can only close the mountain.

The entire Lingshan Buddha's light surged.

Guangxia hundreds of millions of miles.

The forest around Lingshan made a creaking sound.

Just like the believers bowed to the Buddha, they bent down the crown of the tree.

The entire territory of Lingshan hundreds of millions of miles.

The great light seeps from every inch of the ground.

It's like a torrential rain rising from the earth to the sky.

Light rain dances.

Yulian appeared out of thin air.

The Fountain is continuous into pieces.

The human race living in the extreme south has long been Buddhist believers.

At this time, he was guided by the great light Buddha power.

All pious worship in the direction of Lingshan.

The luck of hundreds of millions of human races condensed together.

Turned into the power of faith and integrated into the light Buddha rain.

The Holy Mother of the Turtle Spirit had an ugly expression on her face.

"Brother, this Amitabha Buddha is threatening us."

Zhao Gongming nodded.

"He is telling us that the number of followers of Buddhism is extremely large."

"Unless we want to set off another civil war among the human race, we cannot attack Buddhism."

The Holy Mother of the Turtle Spirit gritted her teeth, her almond eyes widened angrily.

"Damn it, sooner or later he will be killed."

"The teacher gave him a shelter back then, and he was not only ungrateful."

"Over the years, I have been secretly doing things."

"If we hadn't discovered it early this time."

"He will cause civil turmoil in the human race for thousands of years like when the Great Zhou changed."

Zhao Gongming smiled lightly.

"Don't worry. Sooner or later there will be a time to settle accounts."

at this time.

The bright Buddha rain finally stopped.

Lingshan completed the closure.

Zhao Gongming felt it carefully.

After confirming that there was no problem, he nodded.

"Buddhism will be honest for 1000 years, which is enough for the human race to complete a new dynasty change."

"Let's go back."

The immortals nodded.

Go to Jinao Island.

half way.

The Holy Mother of the Golden Spirit looked at Zhao Gongming.

"Brother, at present, the human race is divided into seven kingdoms vying for supremacy, and seven human emperor candidates vying for power."

"There is also the fact that Daqin split up in the early years, and now it has become the intention of foreigners to settle in the Central Plains."

"A thousand years, is that enough?"

Zhao Gongming smiled slightly.

"A thousand years is enough."

"Pindao even thinks that it won't take that long at all."

The Holy Mother of the Turtle Spirit is also interested.

"Eldest brother, which Human Emperor candidate do you like?"

"The Song Dynasty in the Southern Dynasty? The Chen and the two countries in the Southern Dynasty are the strongest in the South."

"Northern Wei, Northern Qi, and Northern Zhou are the strongest in the north."

Zhao Gongming smiled playfully.

"I am optimistic about the Sui and Tang dynasties."

All the immortals were taken aback.

Both the Sui and Tang dynasties were new dynasties.

Not only newborn, but also small.

Together, the two dynasties are comparable to any of the seven strongest dynasties at present.

The Holy Mother of the Turtle Spirit blinked.

"Brother, are you kidding me?"

Zhao Gongming shook his head.

"Not at all. Pindao saw something in these two dynasties."

"The New Deal that the teacher mentioned back then."

"The teacher said back then that the New Deal was not suitable for the human race."

"But now, it should be appropriate."

talking.

Zhao Gongming smiled.

"Let's wait and see."

The immortals nodded.

Follow Zhao Gongming back to Jinao Island.

It was closed at Lingshan Mountain.

At the same time when the second-generation disciples of Jiejiao returned to Jinao Island.

The fate of the prehistoric river.

Five figures appeared by the river of fate.

Crash.

The long river of fate flows unchanged for hundreds of millions of years.

Numerous lines of cause and effect interweave at the bottom of the river of fate.

In the end, this long river with no beginning and no end is formed.

Here, even Hunyuan Daluo Jinxian, or a saint, can't come here.

Only the Heavenly Realm can come here.

Five figures appearing here.

All in the realm of heaven.

Wu Shen, Ping Xin, Nu Wa, Tong Tian, ​​Hong Yun.

Standing in front of the river of fate.

Watching the water of the rolling river.

Every wave.

It is the fate of a living being.

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Wu Shen looked at the river of fate in front of him.

grin.

A dharma wheel in the eyes rotates for a circle.

A clock of fate appeared from above his head.

In a flash.

Wu Shen immediately stretched out his hand and pressed on the river of fate.

boom!

The river of fate blows up huge waves of millions of feet.

The river divides into two.

Among them, the cause and effect lines are scattered.

Shows extremely clear texture.

Since the birth of the prehistoric.

The river of fate has never been so clear.

The fate of the surface quickly retreated.

Then there is the fate of the bottom layer.

These fates are "possible in the past" and "possible in the future"

The other four heavenly realms immediately discovered their destiny.

The body of Hong Yun died in the power of the Lich, and was reincarnated as the God of Conferred Trial.

In the end, it became a chess piece for teaching.

Known as the Fortune Immortal, but he doesn't know who he is.

Trapped in the Netherworld, Ping Xin could only watch helplessly as the Wu Clan went extinct.

And he can only be in the palace of reincarnation, day after day, year after year.

Become the "decoration" of a nether world.

Nuwa broke faith with the monster race, broke her incense with the human race, and seemed to be at ease in Tai Sutian.