God Emperor

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A young monk who looked to be in his twenties, wearing a brown-gray linen Zen robe, covered in dust, as if he had experienced countless wind, frost, and sun exposure, and his skin was rough and sallow, walked towards the edge of the pond full of lotus flowers.

His figure is always upright, his eyes are bright and wise, and he is calm and gentle.

"came back?"

Fanchen was meditating by the pool.

Not far away, lotus leaves were swaying in the wind.

"It will take tens of thousands of years to leave the desolate universe. Will there be any gains?" he asked.

"Returning to the capital, Master, the earth is wild and the universe is vast and empty. It is better than heaven and hell. The humanities and customs are completely different, but Buddhism and Taoism prevail. The disciples went to Ksitigarbha Temple, to the Fire Realm, and walked through the 30,000-year-old dilapidated three-way ancient river. Years ago, the storm of the Netherworld Catastrophe has not completely gone away, and new evil spirits often grow up relying on the power of the fire domain and the aura of the embers of the calamity wave."

The young monk continued: "Fortunately, Baozhu Jizo is a Buddhist saint with great magic power and great wisdom. These evil spirits cannot become a climate. For 30,000 years, she has led the Buddhist cultivators in the wilderness to get out of suffering and glow in the waves of calamity. vitality."

"This is the gift she asked her disciples to bring to their master!"

The young monk took out a wine pot engraved with various Buddhist Sanskrit characters and presented it to him.

Fanchen laughed loudly, took the jug, and drank heavily: "These years, I can't stop drinking this drink. Good wine orb earth treasure has the heart of the stars, my teacher observes that your cultivation has reached the realm of a superior god, and your memory has recovered ?”

There was a look of pain in Zhang Xingchen's eyes, and he said: "Recovered! After leaving the wasteland universe, this disciple knows that his father was right."

"The aftermath of a battle has spread too widely."

"In the Battle of the Underworld, thousands of light-years around the Fire Realm were reduced to nothingness, and all planets and big worlds were destroyed. The scope of the aftermath was even further, and countless creatures were killed, disabled, displaced, and lost their loved ones. They don’t even know what happened, leaving only generation after generation of suffering.”

“Only by going there and seeing it in person can you feel the same way.”

"The calamity caused by such a life-and-death battle is unavoidable. But martial arts training can be controlled, and the consequences need to be considered."

"When I was young and crazy, I made a big mistake. After going through tribulations in the mortal world and walking in the wilderness, I truly understood the suffering of the world, the preciousness of life, and the meaning of cultivation.

Only then did I finally realize that strength is not for fighting, but for harnessing the power to carry out the vision in the heart, perseverance in the heart, and choices in the heart. "

"Master, this disciple is really wrong!"

Fanchen nodded and said: "It was your father who asked me to find you and lead you to practice. He said that if I can come back from the world of mortals, I can naturally help you refine your heart and redeem yourself."

"You have not finished your mortal world, and my master has not given you a Dharma title, so you are not considered to have entered Buddhism. Now that you have recovered your memory, go home!"

Zhang Xingchen knelt down and kowtowed: "I am willing to spend the rest of my life redeeming my sins. I hope that I, the Buddha, will fulfill my wish."

Fanchen tore off the green stem of a lotus leaf in front of him, held it in his hand as a cattail leaf fan, and said with a smile: "The heavy rain will not moisten the rootless grass, and the Tao and Dharma are wide only for those who are destined. I am a monk, not a Buddha, as my teacher." Without you, our relationship as master and disciple is over."

Zhang Xingchen couldn't kneel down and recited scriptures. Fanchen said: "You should always go back and see your mother, she must be the one who loves you the most and misses you the most.

It has been more than 30,000 years, have you ever thought about how she feels?"

"It's me who's unfilial and I'm ashamed of my mother."

Zhang Xingchen finally stopped chanting, tears filled his eyes. He no longer had the evil nature and arrogance of his youth. He kowtowed three times to the mortal world before leaving the Xiang Xiang Pond.

The Xiang Xiang Pond quieted down, leaving only the chirping of cicadas.

With a grunt, Fanchen took another gulp of wine, and the melodious sound of the flute came to his ears.

"Huh!"

Fanchen stood up with alert eyes.

Look around at the misty water.

I saw.

A woman in green clothes, who looks like a woman walking out of a painting, stands in the center of Xiang Xiang Pond, playing a flute.

The water and sky complement each other and form a natural path, which is indescribably beautiful and beautiful.

Mortal consciousness was quickly separated from the sound of the flute.

Found that a figure passed behind him and headed towards the whirling world.

"How brave!"

Fanchen moved his body and went to stop the attack.

But the sound of the flute came quickly and reached my ears in an instant.

Fanchen had no choice but to give up on blocking the figure rushing towards the whirling world, and slapped the flute girl in green behind him with his backhand.

Tsing Yi held the flute and struck out, fighting with Fanchen for a head-on blow.

"Bang!"

Amidst the roar, countless rules and orders intertwined, forming a vast and vast battlefield in different time and space above the Xiang Xiang Pond.

Tsing Yi flew out, fell back to the water, and saluted with clasped fists: "Great Brahma is so powerful, and this little girl is willing to be defeated. However, in this fight in the Western Buddha Realm, I am afraid that the master will not have the upper hand."

Over the past 30,000 years, Fanchen's cultivation has improved rapidly, and he is close to the peak of half-ancestor.

But as the righteous daughter Qing Yi said, when fighting in the Buddhist world of the West, he showed no mercy. The first consideration is not to win, but how to prevent the aftermath of the battle from spreading out and causing a world-destroying crisis.

When Shi Yigan took action, he used the rules and order to construct a different time and space battlefield, covering the two of them -

"Who are you? This poor monk has never heard of a person like you in the universe. Which side are you from?" Fanchen asked.

The opponent can take his slap without getting hurt, so he is definitely the half-ancestor.

How could a Half-Ancestor appear out of thin air between heaven and earth?

There must be traces to follow.

But after mortal calculation, he found that there was no secret in this woman.

There is no past and no future.

Obviously, there was an ancestor-level existence behind her, which erased the secrets and traces.

Suddenly thinking of something, Fanchen was about to rush out of the battlefield of different time and space and rush to the whirling world.

"Master, please stay a moment. I haven't asked you yet about the mystery of the ten thousand Buddhas illuminating the universe."

The green veil covered her face, following her shadow like the wind, and her speed was actually one minute faster than the mortal world.

The flute in his hand was like a sharp sword, cutting through Fanchen's protective Buddha ring and pointing at his vest, forcing Fanchen to stop and attack.

But on the other side, the old drunkard returned, took away the wine bottle that Fanchen had placed on the stone, and then entered the whirling world with satisfaction.

"Hey! It's really good wine. It's a waste for a monk to drink any wine."

After taking a big sip, the old drunkard staggered towards the depths of the whirling world, cracking formations and restrictions along the way, and finally saw the imprisoned Er Juntian.

Under the guidance of that "girl", his mental power improved rapidly, reaching the ninety-third level.

On a stone platform with a diameter of three feet, Er Juntian was sealed, locked with a divine chain, sitting cross-legged with his eyes closed, like a motionless human-shaped stone.

"This is the leader of the Heavenly Sect? What a forced message. No wonder Old Qinglu said he has combat power comparable to that of Wu Tian."

The old drunkard beat Er Juntian's body, and the muscles were as strong as copper.

King Qinglu God originally told Empress Shiji that Er Juntian was dead.

After all, Er Juntian knew too much about the truth about Hui Hai. If the corpse demon faction knew that he was still alive, they would definitely find a way to rescue him. By then, many of Qinglu God King’s lies will be exposed.

Zhang Ruochen indeed arranged means in Er Juntian's sea of ​​consciousness, and also erased part of his memory.

However, the Second Lord's heavenly cultivation is too advanced and his spirit and will are strong, so there is no guarantee that there will be no mistakes.

Qinglu God King did not dare to gamble with his own life.

But after 30,000 years, the Green Deer God King finally let it slip in front of "Zhang Ruochen", so what happened today was that the flute girl in green and the old drunkard came to the Xitian Buddhist Realm to rescue him.

Er Juntian suddenly opened his eyes, his pupils were like lava. The old drunkard was so frightened that he took two steps back. After standing still, he pressed his chest and said, "Er Juntian, I have been ordered to come to save you. Chaos in the universe is coming. It's time for you to be born!"

Er Juntian closed his eyes, not interested in whether he could get out or not.

Mingzu is dead, and his faith has collapsed.

Not to mention escaping from here, even the birth and death of the universe has nothing to do with him.

The old drunkard took out a piece of talisman seal, the talisman was like a jade ruler, and said: "This is the Ten Thousand Dao Talisman Armor that my master personally refined. Its power is even more powerful than your Ten Thousand Star Burning Gold Armor. Put on this armor, you can We will definitely be able to break the seal and escape from the whirling world."

Er Juntian only responded with one word: "Get out!"

"Hey, are you stupid because of being locked up?"

The old drunkard suddenly thought of something, leaned into Er Juntian's ear, and whispered something.

This sentence was told by the girl.

After listening.

Er Juntian raised his head instantly, like a fierce lion awakening, and his eyes burst out with divine light as fierce as the eternal sun.

The chains on his body made a "clatter" sound, and his aura was boundless, and he said: "Take me to see her."

"Then you have to get out of trouble first!"

The old drunkard shrugged and spread his hands, thought for a while, saw the talisman in his hand, and slapped his forehead: "Forgot, you haven't worn the Ten Thousand Dao Talisman Armor yet. The seal placed by the Taoist Master of Life and Death only has the power contained in this talisman. It can be broken open.”

Heavenly Palace.

Most of the twenty heavens in heaven have arrived.

God kings and god-level powerhouses from all major powerful worlds and ancient civilizations arrived. Leaders of the Temple of Time, the Temple of Space, the Temple of Truth, the Five Elements Temple, and the Palace of Formation and Destruction gathered together.

The strange realm disappeared and the world was boiling.

No one could sit still, thinking that the end of the world might come early.

A large number of kalpas may be tens of thousands of years later, but what about a small number of kalpas?

The immortals and the ancestors will definitely act in advance.

Ji Tian is now extremely famous, surrounded by many god-king and god-level powerhouses.

He was once invited to the seventy-two-story tower, entered the Black Sea to practice, absorbed the eternal soul and ancestral substance of Hongmeng Black Dragon, and reached the level of Heavenly Lord...

No one in the heavenly universe can shake his position in the heavens.

He is the one closest to the gods. Over the past 30,000 years, he has built the altar of heaven and earth and gained many benefits and conveniences. The Ji family has prospered and grown, and countless gods from the big world are attached to him.

"I heard that the Hongmeng Black Dragon's spiritual consciousness has been completely wiped out, and even the eternal soul and ancestor material have been absorbed by the monks in the God Realm. The death of the ancestor is really miserable."

"Does this mean that ancient creatures have completely withdrawn from the stage of history?"

"Keep your voice down. There are also some remnants of ancient creatures in the heavenly universe. If they hear it, they will be unhappy!"

Ji Tiandao: "The disappearance of Qiyu will definitely trigger many chain reactions. If it dies naturally, it means that the rules of heaven and earth will undergo further drastic changes. Space may collapse, and the big world and planets may not be able to maintain a solid state."

"If it is taken away by the evil ancestor, the consequences will be even more serious."

"No matter what the situation is, it means that the real great turmoil in the universe is about to come. Naturally, Lord Murong can only swallow the remaining spiritual consciousness of the Hongmeng Black Dragon first, so as not to have people who don't know the heights of heaven and earth to come to the rescue and increase the misfortune. "

A leader from the top 100 powerful realms said: "Didn't Lord Murong's spiritual power increase again?"

"How can we, the ancestor, discuss it?" Ji Tian's eyes were stern.

The powerful world leader had no choice but to apologize, lowered his head, and did not dare to say any more.

"The bones in the Hongmeng Black Dragon Tomb are nothing more. If you die, you will die! But who are you looking down on if you say that the ancient creatures will die just like this? Not to mention the one in the Ancient God's Nest, even the Chaos Clan in the Yuhuang Realm can sweep you away. wait?"

As this cold voice sounded, the Dragon Emperor and Phoenix Emperor, as well as the patriarchs of the Five Elements and Five Clans, filed in.

Ji Tiandao: "Whether Ling Yanzi is alive or not, there is no telling. Sooner or later, the Jade Huang Realm will be razed by Lord Murong, and the evil ancestor hidden in it will only follow in the footsteps of the Hongmeng Black Dragon."

As early as 30,000 years ago, the God Realm had a fight with the Yuhuang Realm. Even Lord Murong took action, but was beaten back by the mysterious and powerful man from the Yuhuang Realm.

At this point, the reputation of the "White Jade God Emperor" resounded throughout the stars. There are various theories about his identity, and he is suspected to be the ancestor of the Chaos tribe in the early days.

Over the past 30,000 years, with the blessing of the rich resources of the Yuhuang Realm, the Chaos Clan has grown stronger and stronger, and has become the overlord of the party.

Fenghuang said: "In Ji Tian's eyes, as long as he is not the ancestor of the divine world, everything is evil?"

Ji Tian knew that the other party was digging a hole for him, and said lightly: "That's not entirely true! A figure like the God of Life and Death, who knows what is the right way and what is the evil way, and who fully supports the God Realm in building the altar of heaven and earth, is definitely not evil. different."

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Quality Nanshen Changpinzi asked:_. He said: "There seems to be a dispute over there, it's so lively."

"There are really more and more gods around Ji Tian, ​​and each one represents at least the attitude of a big world. This is not a good thing!" Fangbian and Yusixue said with some worry.

Feng Yan had a wild expression on his lips. The entire human world was experienced and had the bearing of a master. He said: "A large number of catastrophes are getting closer and closer. Only the divine world can give everyone hope of survival. We are not stupid, so naturally we will Take refuge in the past. If Tianzun continues to retreat, and the universe of heaven continues to support the construction of the altar of heaven and earth, this trend will definitely lead to drama."

"They're just a bunch of people!" Xiang Chunan said.

"Behind the mob, how many powerful men have secretly expressed their loyalty?"

Qingsi Xue continued: "It is ironic that the huge heavenly universe is left to the management of Afya, Xu Fengjin, and Gai Mie. How can the monks below be united? If it weren't for what Venerable Cihang said back then, it would be impossible to say I have already led the Temple of Truth and joined the God Realm.”

For thirty thousand years, the situation has been relatively stable because the Heavenly Universe has supported the construction of the Heaven and Earth Altar.

But it is only relatively stable.

There are disputes almost all the time. Sometimes a big world is being sacrificed, sometimes gods are being kidnapped, and sometimes there are wars between ethnic groups.

The Heavenly Lord of Life and Death cannot come out of seclusion, which naturally caused a lot of complaints. Not to mention the influence compared with Haotian when he was there, it is not even as good as Murong Duji, who has been sitting in the heaven all year round.

Feng Yan said: "At least Lord Dragon is good. Many gods believe in him and respect him. As for the other three, they have actually done a lot of things. If not for the intervention of Queen Shi and Xu Tian, ​​the main altar would have been destroyed by Murong. Jihe Kasyapa forcibly built it inside the heaven."

Xiang Chunan was not interested in what they were talking about. He looked at the two waves of people who were still fighting in the distance and said: "The Phoenix Emperor has Afiya's support behind him, right? Will they fight? It is said that, The God Realm has always suspected that Afuya is not Afuya, but Fengtian, and wants to find out."

An alluring figure came to the side of them, with divine glow lingering around his body, and spoke in a heavenly voice: "If we really fight, it will do no good to anyone. In the end, it is the confidence in the hearts of the monks in the universe that will be hurt. and the meaning of unity. Only when Tianzun comes out can we suppress the worsening situation."

Xiang Chunan quickly stood up to give up his seat, and said with a smile: "Shenzun Yuanyi, sit here with your second brother."

The person who came was none other than Fairy Yuan from the "Nine Immortals and Beauties".

Lord Yuanyi glanced at Feng Yan, shook his head slightly, and said with a smile: "No! Mr. Lian is back, I have to go see him first."

"Xuanyuan Lian is back? How long has it been? Ask me if she has really joined the God Realm. I heard that she has become a disciple of Master Murong!" Xiang Chunan had no inhibitions and spoke very directly.

After Lord Yuanyi left, Feng Yan warned him: "Don't be too presumptuous! Mr. Lian has a big heart and will never join the God Realm and go to the seventy-two-story tower to practice. This is what the Lord of Life and Death means."

"Who believes it?"

Xiang Chunan said: "Do you believe it or not, it was Hunyuantian's intention for the Lord Yuanyi to visit Xuanyuan Lian? Hunyuantian was probably not sure what Xuanyuan Lian's attitude was now, so he sent someone to test it. How about we Want to meet him too?"

"I'll let you go! I'm very curious, what state has she reached after 30,000 years of hard training?"

Qingsi Xue got up and went to Xuanyuan Lian's palace with Xiang Chunan.

Feng Ruo was very calm. He was just patrolling the hall, and his eyes suddenly turned suspicious. He saw three familiar figures in the northeast corner of the central temple. They were all young and beautiful, with different temperaments.

Chi Kongle, Yan Yinger, Zhang Suihe. They are all Di Chen's daughters.

Zhang Suihe was born from Givenchy's heart. As the second uncle, Feng Yan had of course seen her and watched her grow up.

This girl's personality is not at all as calm and pure as Givenchy's. When she was a child, she was more quirky and naughty than Yan Ying'er and Zhang Xingchen.

When he was nine years old, he added ingredients to the rice flour in the middle of the mountain, named Sect Master Xia who was eating the rice mountain.

When he was twelve years old, he set fire to the Origin Temple. At the age of thirteen, he took his younger brother and sneaked into the ancestral land to dig

The Immortal King of Immortality, Tianzun Ji, is thousands of miles away, and his buttocks are open.

But when it comes to cultivation talent, especially mental talent, it is absolutely as high as heaven-defying. It has only been 30,000 years, and it has already reached the ninetieth level.

Of course, the real cultivation time is far longer than 30,000 years. After all, Xiu Chen almost became her wet nurse after she returned to the Sword Realm.

This is already quite scary, and the speed of cultivation is comparable to any ancestor of spiritual power in history.

Everyone said that Zhang Hongchen was an evil star when he was a child, but this is the real evil star.

"What are the three of them doing in Heavenly Palace?"

Feng Yan's curiosity was piqued.

(After Zhang Ruochen reaches the Ancestral Realm, everyone can see that the finale is about to happen. Originally, it was written more easily. In the Ancestral Realm, his identity will be revealed in Haishi Xingwu, and the battle will break out. In this way, it will take about ten chapters. It will be finished.

However, after thinking about it, I still want to explain some characters and some stories. Even if everyone says that it is forced to water, it doesn't matter.

I'm not sure how many chapters there are left before the finale. It might be thirty or forty, maybe fifty or sixty, it all depends on how it feels when written. If it doesn't feel right, I will speed up the pace and won't force the water.

If you want to force it out, some of the content in the previous chapters can be expanded to 100,000 or 200,000 words. There's no need! After all these years, no one wants to finish the book more than me, but I don't want to finish it hastily.

Cultivation and combat destructive power have reached this stage, and even if you try to force it, the water will not move. Again, except for writing about combat, any other plot at this stage will seem very inconsistent. )