Chapter 381 Swallowing the sky, changing the sky (fourth update)

Chapter 381 Swallowing the sky, changing the sky (fourth update)

"Holy Sacrifice!"

Ancestor Hongjun finally took action. He used the Hongmeng Purple Qi as the basis and used the saints to sacrifice to the way of heaven. The strange Qi mechanism centered on Ancestor Hongjun and spread to all directions of chaos, spreading throughout the prehistoric world.

The timing he chose was too coincidental. He chose the moment when heaven was devouring the ghost world. The ghost world is at the same level as the prehistoric world, and they are swallowed by both. Although the ghost world has lost the way of heaven, its origin is still powerful, and it cannot be swallowed up in a short time. Just like a snake swallowing a wolf, it needs time to digest, and during this time, it is weak.

The time Hongjun chose was this moment. He took advantage of the fact that the heaven was devouring the source of the ghost world and could not spare any more energy, so he sacrificed the saint fused with the purple energy of the Hongmeng to the heaven to seize the power of the heaven.

In the origin space of Heavenly Dao, Hongjun has been sacrificed countless times, and most of the origins have been marked with his mark. Taking action at this moment is earth-shattering.

"Boom!" "Boom!" "Buzz..."

The roaring sound resounded through the heaven and earth, shaking all directions of chaos. The bodies of Amitabha Buddha and Zhunti Buddha Mother flew involuntarily towards the direction of Zixiao Palace.

"Buzz buzz..."

A wonderful rhythm rippled out. When they touched the two saints of the West, their bodies suddenly trembled. In their souls, the Hongmeng Purple Qi trembled, and purple light flashed, illuminating the entire world.

The Second Saint suddenly lost control of the whole. Not only that, but the Hongmeng Purple Qi also sent out a fierce devouring intention. This devouring was unstoppable. It not only devoured the soul, soul, flesh and blood, but also devoured the Second Saint's way. Thoughts, Dao, magical power, etc., everything in the saints, both tangible and qualitative, intangible and immaterial, are all swallowed up by it.

"ah……"

Huge pain swept through their bodies, but they could no longer feel it, just because their consciousness had been taken away. They tried to struggle and get rid of the restraints, but it was all in vain.

Everything they have experienced since birth is now emerging in their hearts. They emerged from the barren land of the West. The two brothers supported each other. In order to revitalize the West, they did not even care about their own skin. They experienced I have passed a lot, given up a lot, and I understand a lot more.

The picture became clearer and clearer, but their will became increasingly blurred. All the previous plans turned into a bitter smile at this moment.

Before, they thought that as long as their strength improved, they would be able to escape the control of Hongmeng Ziqi, but now they understand how naive they were before.

Hongjun's Hongmeng Purple Qi is not so easy to get rid of. It is like a drug. The higher the cultivation level, the deeper the influence of Hongmeng Purple Qi. The deeper the poisoning, the harder it is to get rid of its influence. If you want to get rid of it, it is only possible if your cultivation level is low.

At this moment, it's too late.

"Bang!"

The Hongmeng Purple Qi in their bodies suddenly turned into a purple divine fire, burning everything. Their bodies had gradually begun to fade away.

"Senior Brother, Junior Brother can't hold on anymore, take the first step, we will be Senior Brothers in the next life!"

Suddenly, Zhunti sighed, gave up resistance, clasped his hands together, and said:

"Bodhi has no tree, and the mirror is not a stand. There is nothing in the first place, so how can it cause dust..."

Every sigh turned into a gorgeous purple divine fire, floating in the sky and earth, dyeing the entire void purple.

The figure of Taoist Zhunti has since disappeared. At the same time, his evil corpse in Lingshan Mountain and the Bodhi Patriarch in the Sanxing Cave in Fangcun Mountain have also turned into phantoms and disappeared between heaven and earth.

In the small world of Sanxing Cave, a dwarf bodhi tree appeared, emitting a faint halo of light, but it was extremely dim, and its leaves had turned yellow.

Immediately, the space shook, and the mountains and caves disappeared, disappearing into the turbulent flow of time and space.

"Boom!"

In the wilderness, the sky and the earth suddenly shook, the starry sky trembled, the starlight dimmed, golden blood rain, like tears from the sky, turned into pouring down, the rhyme of the Tao flowed, and a feeling of extreme sorrow and sorrow enveloped the heaven and earth, spreading to From all directions, lingering in the hearts of all living beings.

A huge bodhi tree appeared in the sky, and then shattered, and the broken light dissipated between heaven and earth.

"hiss!"

Each of the great powers lost their composure and stood up suddenly, looking up at the sky. Tears flowed from the eyes of all sentient beings involuntarily.

"This is... blood raining from the sky, causing great sorrow to the people. Is this a sign of the fall of a saint?"

"What happened on the battlefield? The saint actually fell. Is it really true that the Tao has perished and that we have perished?"

"This is... the appearance of the Bodhi Saint. Could it be that the Bodhi Saint has fallen?"

A saint is not just a representative of a strong person, he is also a kind of karma in heaven and earth. A saint protects the common people on behalf of heaven, observes the way of heaven, and carries out the deeds of heaven. He represents heaven.

For example, Taiqing and Tongtian, although the Hongmeng Purple Qi on their bodies has been stripped away, they are still saints at this moment, just because they occupy the fruition status given by heaven and represent the way of heaven.

The Hongmeng Purple Qi is not the status of a saint in Heaven, it is just the origin of the Dao and the foundation of enlightenment. The status of a saint is bestowed by Heaven when he first becomes a master of Hunyuan, when his holy soul enters the space of Heaven and merges with the origin of Heaven.

Therefore, the way of heaven is not destroyed and the saint is immortal, just because the saint can be resurrected infinitely in the space of heaven.

In a way, the saint is the spokesperson of the way of heaven. He should not be killed lightly, otherwise it will mean that troubled times are coming and there will be problems with the way of heaven.

At this moment, the saint actually fell and could not be resurrected. Is that because... there is a problem with the way of heaven?

The people were in chaos and the gods were shocked.

"Amitabha, all conditioned dharmas are like bubbles in a dream, like dew or lightning, and should be viewed as such..."

Amitabha looked compassionate, clasped his hands, sat cross-legged in the void, and allowed the purple divine fire in his body to burn him out.

"Bang!"

There was a burst of fire, and a purple spark bloomed from the void, like a purple lotus, like a dream, extremely gorgeous.

The figure of Amitabha disappeared, leaving only an illusory and transparent figure in the same place. He was still sitting cross-legged in the void. No matter how the purple fire burned, it could not touch him.

This is an artistic conception of great annihilation, in which all dharmas cannot come close. It's a pity that Amitabha only has an illusory obsession left at this moment, otherwise his cultivation will definitely go further.

"Boom!"

Above the ancient world, golden blood rained down again, the sky shook and the earth shook, and the image of the saint's death appeared. The previous vision had not dissipated, but it reappeared at this moment. The double superposition made this vision even more shocking.

Between heaven and earth, the phantom image of Amitabha Buddha appeared. After three breaths, it turned into a rain of light and dissipated between heaven and earth.

"What's going on? Another sign of the saint falling?"

"Oh my god, what happened? Saints fell one after another?"

"That's... Amitabha, the two sages of the West are dead?!"

At this moment, everyone was shocked again and felt that a disaster was coming.

"Amitabha!"

On the Lingshan Mountain in the west, all the Buddhists screamed loudly, their voices mourning the heavens, and they lingered for a long time.

Regardless of what others thought, the two purple fire lotuses in the void turned into two streams of light and disappeared immediately. The next moment, it appeared in the heavenly space. As soon as the flame appeared, it burned. The whole space was filled with purple light. Sacred light, the light of origin, went straight to the head of ancestor Hongjun. Above his head. Above, the jade certificate of good fortune was rising and falling, constantly emitting the mysterious light of good fortune, and the power of the original source spread out.

"Boom!" "Boom!" "Boom!"

At this moment, the way of heaven suddenly reversed, and the entire prehistoric world became dark and dark. The roaring sound resounded in the sky, and the faces of many powerful people changed wildly.

Above the sky, thunder was densely covered, as if the sky was angry, making a shocking roar, whirling between heaven and earth.

The earth roars, various natural disasters occur, landslides and ground cracks, volcanoes erupt, rivers and seas surge out, thunder trembles, and the world is about to be destroyed, and catastrophe is imminent.

"Hiss! With such a celestial phenomenon, could it be that the outer world has conquered the prehistoric world, a catastrophe has come, it's over..."

Many people who did not understand the situation were shocked, with horror in their eyes.

On the eastern battlefield, Taoist Hongjun suddenly said to Nuwa: "Junior sister Nuwa, you still need to help me!"

"snort!"

Nuwa snorted coldly, with a gloomy pretty face, and then with a snap of her fingers, she popped out a purple light and shot it into the heavenly space.

"Thank you!"

Hongjun took a deep breath, said something, and then began to concentrate on controlling the power of the ancient heaven. Today's heaven is no longer comparable to before. It has swallowed up many worlds and has become no more powerful. He does not dare to be careless at all.

The power of heaven poured into the Qingyun above his head. The Qingyun kept rolling and spreading. Various strange phenomena appeared in it, and the divine light continued, as if the heaven and earth were evolving.

After an unknown amount of time, three purple rays of light flew from a distance, and three purple lotuses fell into the celebrating clouds above Hongjun's head. Purple light filled the sky, and after a burst of flashes, the entire Qingyun suddenly transformed and turned into a real sky.

"boom!"

There was a roar, and an extremely powerful aura erupted from the body of the ancestor Hongjun. It was like the way of heaven, and the power of heaven descended on the world, and no living being dared to disobey it.

In the prehistoric world, all the previous natural disasters suddenly stopped, the sun regained its dazzling brilliance, the stars shone brightly again, the rivers surged into the sea, and the mountains and forests returned to their original state...

Above the sky, there were thousands of auspicious signs, purple air filled the sky, and the spiritual energy evolved into various auspicious signs. Everyone felt relieved. The previous feeling of impending disaster disappeared instantly, replaced by a sense of relaxation and joy. , as if the world has been reborn.

However, what they didn't know was that the world had just changed.