Vol 2 Chapter 914: Holy place! (2nd

The divine light swept across the sea of ​​stars, and its light was majestic and mighty.
Thousands of miles...a hundred thousand miles...billions of miles...everything, everywhere.
In an instant, the world was shocked, and the ubiquitous spiritual vitality boiled irresistibly at this moment, as if cheering and worshipping.
The four seas that had not been calmed down for a long time boiled again, and hundreds of millions of beasts moved on the boundless earth.
The ten directions are silent, under the heavens and earth of all realms, all living beings tremble, bow their heads, and bow down here.
In just an instant, the sound of Buddha's music and Zen singing that echoed in the heavens was completely suppressed.
Hum!
In the next instant, under the gaze of countless people, a blazing and supreme will descended from the sky, the boundless galaxy, one step passed, and it further caused the world to change, and all kinds of visions came.
The divine phoenix dances, the heavenly dragon is flying across the sky, the smallpox is floating in the world, the earth is springing up with golden lotus...
"Emperor is in the world!"
Above the imperial court, the expressions of the Cangjin gods and emperors were complicated, and the gods trembled in the imperial court formations...
Roar!
In the vast ocean of the South China Sea where the tide is catching the sky, the roar of dragons is fierce, and thousands of azure dragons rise up into the abyss, intertwined vertically and horizontally, turning into a sacred and majestic dragon gate.
After the dragon gate, there seemed to be a holy dragon looking down.
Ooh~
Amidst the lonely and cold passage, there were thousands of ghosts and gods wailing suddenly and disappearing.
A pair of pale eyes without any different colors slowly lit up, and in the indifferent but cold eyes, an endless and empty ghost city of Yin Sha was reflected.
The ghost city traverses the whole world, and it is indescribable. At this time, in the empty ghost city, there are also the howling sounds of ghosts and gods, rising up from the sky like substance, as if to tear the invisible barrier.
Reproduce the world.
"Di Yan...haha...hahaha..."
On the boundless sea of ​​blood between the demon realms, Da Zizai Demon Lord sits on the blood lotus with the corner of his mouth raised. In the distance, there are the demon Asuras dancing and howling, the sea of ​​blood is restless, and there seems to be infinite demons wriggling in it.
"Good, good."
At the top of the Xumi Mountain, under the old tree, the extinct hands are on the knees, slowly closing their eyes, letting the infinite Buddha light burst out, and rushing straight into the bullfight, like a golden bridge across all realms, going out into the sky .
The world is shaking, but the world is silent.
The Great Zhou, the beams, the emergence... the south look, the east victory, the four seas... countless monks change their expressions, the weak looking at the sky at a loss, and the strong are also at a loss.
"They, they..."
On the Tianqi stage, Long Xingyi looked around blankly, seeing all the scenery, only felt cold all over his body, his palms holding the divine sword trembled, and his voice was as if groaning:
"Them, are you back now?!"
No despair,
Even the emotional ups and downs disappeared.
Long Xingyi shook his body and his brain went blank. At this moment, he almost lost all perception of the outside world.
This is a sight he has never seen in the future!
But he was very clear about what this scene represented and what it meant.
The saint is born...
And, not one person, or maybe all!
"Familiar and unfamiliar."
Under the ancient Bodhi tree, Gautama whispered to himself: "I just came a little earlier..."
He had seen this scene in the ‘other self’. Although it came earlier than he expected, it did not surprise him too much.
Even, there is no wave in my heart.
Or in other words, he is also waiting for today.
"This breath..."
Among the scattered smoke clouds, Yang Jian's complexion was slightly pale.
The Taoist primordial gods and Taoists scattered as Xuanxiao was suppressed, and the Qingtian battlefield naturally did not break down. He was shocked by Gautama's change, and killed a group of them casually, and there was no real one to chase after him.
Feeling this seemingly familiar will, Yang Jian was a little frightened. He looked up to the sky, in a daze, only to feel that above the nine heavens, there seemed to be a king lying in the clouds.
With an extremely calm gaze, I looked down at the heaven and earth sentient beings, and also at myself.
"This era is really special and lively!"
The sound of the sky flows down, and there is no one, and the grand voice sounded in the worlds and continents at the same time: "Outside the territorial demon, the evil evil is sneaky..."
Above the nine heavens and among the clouds, Emperor Yan stood with his sword, and in his calm eyes, Gautama with his hands folded under the old tree was reflected:
"And you, Wan Ji's fish wandering in the interlayer of time and space!"
The mighty river, without beginning and end, runs through everything, everything is omnipresent, from the past to the future, all sentient beings are in it, but in the end there are some chances and coincidences.
Being able to jump out of the long river, or not reach their heights, but also wandering in the mezzanine, muddled, but also considered immortal.
The fish that wandered Wan Ji?
Yang Jian's heart trembled, and Gautama also frowned slightly, chewing on these words, thoughtfully: "Sage, recognize me?"
"Born because of Qi, Aqi does not die. Yuyu, who wandered Wanji, this emperor, has some impressions of himself. Unfortunately, you probably don't remember the past, after all, it's not beautiful, and it doesn't seem to matter if you remember. "
After Mianqi, Di Yan's eyes lit up with ripples:
"You, are you willing to be the seventh sun of the heavens?"
He stared deeply at Gautama under the old tree.
There are not many fish wandering in time and space, and there are only a few of them since ancient times, and they have been guided by them to reincarnate. This is also the origin of the first batch of "near saints" between heaven and earth.
This swimming fish is not special, but at this time, it is enveloped by that old Bodhi tree...
boom!
There was no concealed divine voice, and it echoed between the heaven and the earth at the same time. The many big monks who understood the meaning of the words all shook their bodies, and their eyes burst into light.
The sea of ​​stars is boundless, the stars of Hengsha, only six big days are different from the vulgar.
The six great days travel around the realms, and the light sheds light on the stars. It is not the actual star, but the appearance of all the laws and Taoism. In other words, it is the saint’s way that reflects the heavens!
Seventh Yang, what does it mean?
At this moment, the world became more and more silent, and the unknowable places such as the Imperial Court, the Great Dragon Gate, and the Demon Realm were even more quiet and scary, and repressive and terrifying.
Above the imperial court, the eyes of the Cangjin emperors were like fire, and their hearts were turbulent, and even a great deal of unwillingness arose.
Say yes, the controversy for the holy throne is so promised to others? !
"Seventh Sun..."
Yang Jian couldn't help but feel a little moved. UU read www.uukanshu.com, but immediately shook his head, mocking in his heart that his mental state practice was still not at home, and he was confused and calm by a word.
"Great temptation..."
Gautama's face moved slightly, seemingly tempted.
"Tao, Buddha, God, Devil, Ghost, Demon, you can go any way you want, but there is only one opportunity, and it is limited to this moment."
Di Yan stood with his hands in his hands, looking down indifferently:
"If you want to become a Buddha, you will become a Buddha, if you want to become a devil, you will become a devil! This is the sincerity of this emperor to you."
"It is indeed a great sincerity, there seems to be no reason to refuse... It's just..."
Gautama looked at the stalwart gods on the sky, and said lightly: "400 years ago, I went through the'Linglong Road,' which coincided with the expansion of Linglong Dao City, and several small cities merged with it.
At the right time, most of the people in the small cities were happy, but an old man sighed and sighed. I was curious about it and asked him why he was not happy but sighed..."
Di Yan was indifferent.
Yang Jian, who fell on the ground, raised his voice: "What did the old man say? Why haven't I heard of it?"
Gautama nodded slightly and said: "...The old man said that the cities are united, because the Daocheng needs all the small cities, rather than granting benefits to the small cities... At this time, the saint'gives' my holy position, and I need to do something. What?"
Gautama's heart is like a mirror, unmoved.
He doesn't know what the saints want, but to let the saints lay down such a big ‘benefit’ as the ‘Holy Position’, the things behind this will not be too small.
"It seems that you refused..."
When Di Yan heard the words, his eyes flashed, but he sighed:
"You are a good fit, but it's a pity."
"Do not."
Under the Bodhi tree, Gautama clasped his hands together, his eyes were calm, and his precious face was solemn:
"How can you refuse such good luck?"