The speeding of the Xumi Temple is as fast as breaking through the waves.
Zhang Ruochen put away all kinds of thoughts, unwrapped the "Six Ancestral Buddhism Figures" wrapped around his body, and watched carefully.
In the picture, a kind-eyed monk is sitting under a bodhi tree with a smile on his face and slightly opened lips, as if he is telling some kind of red dust Buddhism.
His monk's robe was exposed, bare feet, not so solemn, but like a Maitreya.
Each line drawn is in harmony with the context of space and contains countless inscriptions of space.
Previously, the holy blood flowing from Zhang Ruochen's eyes and ears polluted the Buddha's figure, but now the blood disappeared and disappeared, blending with the figure.
It was the touch of blood that made the picture burst out of Buddha light, condensing into the appearance of the six ancestors.
"Isn't it the same as in the" Story of Qiankun ", there is also an inner world in this picture? Is it true that the six ancestors are not dead yet in this picture?
Zhang Ruochen mobilized his spirit and injected it into the investigation.
Mental power cannot enter the picture.
Stimulated again with holy air, but still unable to open the inner space or the door of the space, he finally had to give up.
On the picture scroll, the light and sound of the Buddha emanated, gradually dissipating.
"The six ancestors have already fallen, and they have become 84,000 relics. It is impossible to be alive. However, this picture is amazing. It must be the handwriting of the holy monk. The Buddha's enlightenment and might have scared off the gods of that level. "
Without the Buddha's enlightenment and might, the ghost master and the undead blood deities would not be scared like that.
Zhang Ruochen thought for a while, and actively cut his wrist, dripping some blood onto the picture roll.
"Wow!"
The lines on the picture rolls become bright again, blooming a brilliant Buddha light.
Buddha light once again condensed into the appearance of six ancestors.
At the same time, Zhang Ruochen's ears sounded a slight Buddha sound. Only he could hear it, but there was no sound from the outside.
Zhang Ruochen dragged his chin, a strange light appeared in his eyes, and said to himself: "In the future, this picture scroll may be used to scare some gods who want to kill me. It is a good card!"
Collapse "Picture of the Sixth Ancestor Buddhism".
Zhang Ruochen carried the corpse of the Sacred Monk in the pit back to the hall.
It's just a wreck, but it is heavier than a planet, and Zhang Ruochen's practice is also very difficult to carry.
Later, Zhang Ruochen unfolded the "Picture of the Sixth Ancestor's Zen Buddhism", dripped into the blood, sat next to the scroll, and realized the sound of the Buddha in his ears.
Whether it is the six ancestors or the Sumi Sage, they are all "Buddha" levels.
From ancient times to today, I don't know how many millions of years, and counted the number of Buddhist monks in the moment, and a total of seven Buddhas were born. Any one of them must be invincible in the existence of an era, and the deity may not be able to hold back.
Therefore, the sound of the Buddha in the picture scroll, whether it is the voice of the six ancestors or the voice of the monk of Sumi, is worth enlightening.
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There is no day or night in Xumi Temple, and there is no sun or moon over the sky.
Time passes and I do not know the years.
Zhang Ruochen didn't know what era he was back in. He only heard a loud bang, and another violent shock occurred in time and space.
"What's going on? Did another war break out and affect time? It's not easy to go back in time."
Zhang Ruochen woke up and walked out of the hall immediately.
He glanced at it. In front of the long river, a towering temple burst out with a powerful time force, tearing a rift in the long river.
Opposite the rift, Zhang Ruochen could only see one corner.
For example, Xu Mi Temple is a stowaway ship. Zhang Ruochen can only stay in the ship. He can't see the scenery outside, and he doesn't know where he came.
The ship was now found by the shore and a tear was ripped open on the wall.
Through this opening, the people on the shore saw Zhang Ruochen in the boat.
Zhang Ruochen in the boat also saw the scene outside the boat through this opening.
Zhang Ruochen passed through this mouth at the moment and saw a corner of this era, only the temple, and only part of the temple.
"Being able to find Xu Mi Temple on the long river of time must be the Temple of Time. At this moment, the owner of the Temple of Time is bound to be a super terrible strongman."
Even the Temple of Time seems to be able to open a rift on the river of time and prevent Xu Mi Temple from proceeding.
In the temple, the dense light spots of time imprinted, condensed into a bright hand of time, passed through the rift, stretched over the long river of time, and approached the Sumi Temple.
It's just a time imprinting a light spot on the **** hand, which contains unmatched power. Fortunately, Zhang Ruochen immediately wrapped the "Six Ancestral Buddhist Figures" on his body to resist, otherwise he might have fallen down.
The hand of God collided with the time mystery and the space mystery that wrapped the Xumi Temple, causing the whole temple to shake endlessly, and some places on the ground to crack lines.
Zhang Ruochen looked at the God ’s hand that was constantly pressing down, and smiled bitterly in his heart: "Holy monk, holy monk, your old man is known as the future Buddha, but he has reached the realm of the Buddha. Unfortunately, he does not understand the past. There is a peerless power to cultivate time I was sensed in the long river, and today, I am afraid that I will not escape. "
Zhang Ruochen didn't have much fear in his heart, but was extremely calm, and more regrettable.
In his mind, a lot of figures emerged, and immediately made him feel extremely reluctant and guilty.
"Boom."
Suddenly, in the other direction of the long river, time and space burst apart.
He stood on the edge of a rippling water and pointed out a gap.
Fingered, domineering, dragging a dragon-like tail.
"Wow."
The fingers crossed the space and time, entered the long river of time, and broke the light hand of God of Time Mark.
On a long river, Xu Mi Temple drove out again.
When Zhang Ruochen saw the twenty-seven heavy sky above the man's head, he was speculative and excited.
When his fingers flew into the long river of time, the strength of the burst of energy, which was homologous with the "Jiu Tian Ming Emperor's Sutra", caused resonance in Zhang Ruochen's body, and Zhang Ruochen was able to affirm his identity.
The ancestors of the Zhang family, the ten princes before the Yuan Conference, did not move the king.
"Da Zun!"
Zhang Ruochen couldn't help shouting.
It turned out that the era before the ten Yuanhui came.
In this era, there is a big escort, and Zhang Ruochen has no worry at all.
Time and space recovered, after all, he did not hear the response of the immobile Wang Dazun.
Long time is everywhere, but it is not felt by ordinary monks. If you want to feel that you are secretly going to the Xumi Temple in the past, you must be strong in time attainment, or you must be close to or even surpass the Sacred Monk of Xumi.
Either the person in the Temple of Time or the immortal King Dazun, they should all just feel that there is a slight fluctuation in time.
This wave of fluctuations will appear in the form of "natural machine" or "vision".
The man in the Temple of Time launched the attack because it was inferred that this unusual time fluctuation was a "fierce" attribute.
Wang Dazun, who did not move, took the shot because he calculated the attribute of "Ji".
In history, there have been visions, all of which are used to determine how to interfere.
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Arriving at another age, the Xumi Temple was once again perceived.
This time, the force of destiny shattered time and space. In front of the long river, a gate of destiny as high as a thousand feet was condensed to prevent the Xumi Temple from moving forward and drive Zhang Ruochen back to the future.
"Boom."
A chess table breaks into the long river and emits bright brilliance, dividing the long river into half day and half night.
The chess table scattered the bright light of God, smashed the door of fate, and opened the way for Zhang Ruochen again.
Zhang Ruochen looked at the space flying to the chess table. Under a tea tree, he saw an old man in robe.
Much like the second Confucian ancestor of Kunlun Realm, Zhang Ruochen has seen his portrait.
Regardless of whether the second Confucian ancestor could hear or not, Zhang Ruochen saluted him with the rituals of Confucianism and Tao, "Thank you for your help."
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Multiple yuan will pass again.
The gate of fate appeared for the fourth time and was stopped in time.
In the door, a skull burning with ghost fire flew out, hitting the Sumi Temple, trying to kill Zhang Ruochen in the temple.
Along the way, I don't know how many times he was stopped. Zhang Ruochen has no fear anymore. The wind is light and light, anyway, based on his current practice, he can't resist at all.
Either someone would come to save him in this era, and make way for him to go to the past.
Either die here.
"Those powerful ancestors in the history of the Temple of Destiny, are so afraid that I can consolidate a kind of divine will? I may not be able to succeed, I may not be able to cultivate to the extreme state, nor will I be like the Temple of Destiny. I just want to return to the Temple of Destiny. Just save my father-in-law, as for killing like this? Is it okay to give a little hope? "Zhang Ruochen said to himself.
"Boom."
Thirty-six stone monuments, carrying infinite magic, broke through time and space and flew into a long river of time.
Thirty-six stone monuments smashed the ghost and fire skulls, and then bombarded the gate of fate that was blocking the front, smashing them into bursts of light.
The river in front was opened, and Xu Mi Temple continued to sail.
Zhang Ruochen looked towards the direction of the thirty-six stone monuments, and saw a handsome man with a shaved hair, with a stubble left, walking alone in a yellow desert, striding a meteor, holding a stone knife in his hand. , Masculine and domineering.
Thirty-six "Devil's Stone Carvings" flew back into him.
"Thank you Lord Tianmo." Zhang Ruochen saluted with his fists.
Tianmo couldn't hear his voice, and just seemed to have done something insignificant. He held a knife, sharp eyes and murderous frost, and was about to do something big.
As time and space recovered, the desert and the demon disappeared together in the eyes of Zhang Ruochen ~ www..com ~ Zhang Ruochen groaned in his heart, along the way, I saw Dazun, I saw the Confucian ancestor, I saw the demon, I saw some characters from other myths. They were stunning for an era, leaving behind legends, but unfortunately they all died in the long river of time.
Several romantic figures are all loess.
Only inheritance has not died.
Even after countless Yuan conferences, there are still traces left in the world. This is already very remarkable, but can be extolled by the monks of all ages.
Why can he Zhang Ruochen smile at them in a long time?
But it was just a chance for the saint monk to marry.
The holy monk himself would not be able to sail in this way on the long river, because he was too strong, and the cause and effect were too great. Forced entry is likely to pay the price of life.
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