"Senior sister, you..."
The deep blood color in her eyes really gave people a shocking horror. Luokong put his hand on her shoulder. The moment he saw her turn around, he felt like he was being stared at by a pair of emotionless eyes, but without any divine light. He was really scared.
But the next moment, deeper worries came to my mind.
He almost fell into a deep pit just now because he was rescued by Jianchou. Seeing that she suddenly disappeared, he searched around for a long time but couldn't find her. Thinking that his current cultivation level would not be of much use in this battle, he didn't dare to join the battle rashly. So after considering for a while, he decided to take the risk and look for her.
Fortunately, he was lucky enough to see Jianchou.
But when he came down, he saw the endless flow of golden spells in the formation, like they had life, climbing up along her fingertips, covering her body, and even filling her eye sockets...
How can we care about any danger at this moment
Almost without thinking, he reached out and called her name loudly and forcefully.
But he didn't expect that just as his hand rested on Jianchou's shoulder and the voice came out of his throat, her body suddenly shook, as if she had suffered a heavy blow. Even her pupils that were filled with golden light just now turned blood red at this moment. Her eyeballs soaked with blood looked even more terrifying!
I can't see anything.
It was as if the world around him had vanished into nothingness in that instant.
Only the faint smell of blood emanating from her pupils was noticed by Jianchou. She shook her body, but did not feel that her cultivation had been damaged at all. Only an irrepressible fatigue came from the deepest part of her consciousness, as if all her energy had been consumed in the brief glimpse or even the illusion just now!
"I'm fine."
Although she couldn't see for the time being, her spiritual sense had covered all around, allowing her to clearly judge that the person standing next to her was Le Kong. So she was not frightened at all. On the contrary, she was surprisingly calm.
The scene he had just glimpsed, one scene after another, and even the people one after another who were not sure whether they were strangers or familiar, all gave Jianchou an extremely strong stimulation.
Which monk doesn't yearn for a place like that
Although Jianchou did not know the world after ascending, he could easily tell from the appearance of the powerful and lonely female cultivator in the Immortal Palace that this was the place that countless cultivators in the Nineteen Continents had spent their entire lives trying to reach.
Shangxu Immortal Realm!
But based on what she knew, she was still unable to determine what kind of existence the huge ancient corpse drifting in the galaxy that she saw at the end was. She had no idea what the abrupt and evil third eye between the ancient corpse's brows was, and what connection it had with what was happening now in the Nineteen Continents.
Only one thing is certain.
That is, the third eye is closely related to the god Shao Ji, the formation at the bottom of the pit, and the changes that have occurred to King Baoyin!
Compared with these huge beings, her power is as insignificant as an ant or a grain of sand, not to mention the harm she can cause to them.
But this formation at the moment may not be without its power!
In a moment of silence, countless golden talismans flashed through Jianchou's mind!
Although her consciousness was completely engulfed by the endless golden light of the formation just now, the countless talismans that flowed into the depths of her mind like rivers were deeply engraved like brands. At this moment, she could recall their specific forms with infinite clarity.
The originally obscure and difficult formation also revealed the tip of the iceberg to her at this moment.
High above the head, on the top of the deep pit, there was a sudden sound of thunder, as if there was endless running lightning in the sky thousands of feet high, but the deep darkness in the deep pit buried the lightning in an instant. Even the thunder that shocked the mind, when it reached the bottom of the pit, vibrated into rolling muffled thunder, as if it was ringing in people's hearts.
The countless buried and inlaid crystals on the nearly vertical walls surrounding the deep pit began to tremble slightly because of the huge movement, refracting the sparkling light into the darkness and onto Jianchou's body.
She was wearing a moon-white robe stained with blood, as if she was covered in starlight.
At this moment, she clearly sensed the astonishing battle and changes on the top of the holy mountain. Without any hesitation, she turned around and faced Lekong even though she couldn't see it. She said bluntly, "This opportunity cannot be missed. Please ask Junior Brother Lekong to break the formation!"
"Break, break the formation?"
Lekongyuan was still worried about her situation and was thinking about whether to help her. But before he could even open his mouth, he heard Jianchou's words. He was so shocked that his eyes widened, looking confused and terrified.
"But Senior Sister, I have never studied any spells, and I know nothing about formations. I don't know anything about this..."
“Stop talking nonsense!”
Jianchou didn't listen to his words at all. He interrupted his hesitant chattering and pointed to the center of the formation that had returned to calm. The golden dots were constantly rotating, sometimes colliding with each other and sometimes splitting into two groups. There was a cold and desperate tone in his voice!
"Choose one of these two formation centers!"
"… "
Liaokong was completely dumbfounded.
In the huge and bizarre formation, the thick black gas still gushed out from the center of the formation, like an endless spring, gathering into a silently roaring black dragon, rising continuously from the bottom of the deep pit, and being attracted by a certain mark, and injected into the huge human-shaped black gas in the void.
The Dharma King Baoyin no longer looks like a human being.
Under the combined attack of Xuelang Chan and Dakini Yangjin, his physical body was destroyed. Unlike ordinary cultivators, he did not even have a soul. He simply merged into this group of dangerous black air and continued to launch frequent and brutal attacks on Qu Zhengfeng and others!
The entire snowy area is devastated!
In the battle between powerful monks, a wave of their hands could whip mountains and seas, destroy the heaven and earth, and ordinary monks could hardly intervene. The many monks from the Nineteen Continents who had taken off into the air earlier could only take refuge under the holy mountain and fight with the fleeing Xinmi monks in the mandala.
The golden holy sacrificial formation in the sky gradually began to dim.
No one noticed it at first, but as the Buddha's light that almost illuminated the entire snowy area gradually faded, the darkness of this bloody night descended again, and the people in the fierce battle finally discovered it.
After a long period of brightness, the holy sacrifice formation actually dissipated.
Countless thin golden threads connecting the believers and the formation disappeared like raindrops. The formation had faded into pale gold, rotated for the last three circles, and disappeared into the inky night sky illuminated by the golden moon, completely disappearing without a trace.
The holy lake, which originally had a vast expanse of water and rippling waves, no longer had any trace of water. All that remained was a vast, deep pit that looked as if it had been hit by a meteorite from outer space, and a magnificent and bleak ruin.
The temple on the ground was reduced to dust, but the ruins in the deep pit escaped the disaster.
Everything is like a mirror image of the buildings on the ground, like their reflection, but older and more dilapidated...
The Holy Son Jiye was floating above the ruins.
At the moment when the Holy Sacrifice Formation dimmed and then completely disappeared, the light that had gently enveloped Him like a mother's body also dissipated, revealing his slender body and a half-blue monk's robe that fluttered in the wind.
The whole person seems to be glowing.
The bunch of blue finches, without the support of the surrounding light, floated down from mid-air, like a falling feather, landing silently on His open palm.
For a moment, let Him remember everything about this bouquet of flowers.
It also reminded him of everything about himself, and everything about the endless battle before him...
If we look at it from a human perspective, it should be an old story that happened a long, long time ago and lasted for a long, long time, right
His clear eyes, which concealed vicissitudes, turned to look at the top of the ruined holy mountain. However, what appeared in his eyes at this moment was not the ruined area, but a simple snow-capped peak, a simple temple, a simple, blurred Buddha statue in the temple, and a clear, vast, sparkling lake behind the temple...
There are few human traces on the mountain, and the ice and snow cover all sounds.
The temple was built by an ascetic monk from Buddhism who first came here. The blurry Buddha statue was also carved by him himself. After the statue was completed, he sat in meditation and passed away in the temple.
The snowy plateau froze his body.
The entire land of the Nineteen Continents was changing day by day under the impact of underground lava, so the higher the snow area and the colder the temperature, the more this body was completely lost under the layers of frozen soil.
Winter is gone and spring is here. The snow on the top of the mountain has not melted, and the foot of the mountain is full of flowers.
The blue-purple petals, like the extinct birds in this snowy land, make the simple residents dream of having wings to fly into the sky.
So gradually, it got a name.
People call this flower that blooms all over the cold snowy areas "blue delphinium".
Season after season, year after year.
The blue delphinium blooms and fades, fades and blooms again.
Gradually, more and more people went up the mountain. They didn't know who built the temple, nor did they know the origin of the Buddha statue in the temple. They were just shocked by the magnificent scenery on the snow-capped peaks, and felt awe and yearning in their hearts. So they thought that there was some transcendent place in the world, and transferred their awe to this crude Buddha statue.
From ancient times to the present, thousands of years have passed. This Buddha statue, as stiff as a dead object, has listened to the most pious prayers of the world and condensed the most beautiful imaginations of the world. The originally vague face has become clearer day by day.
Those are the most beautiful eyebrows and eyes in the world's imagination.
Anyone who treks through the snowy areas and climbs to the top of the snowy peaks, when seeing it, will feel that it is the most ideal facial feature he has ever seen, a posture that only exists in dreams.
As a result, the news of the Buddha's divine appearance spread like wildfire, attracting more and more people to worship and offer sacrifices.
The Buddha statue became clearer and clearer.
The originally simple temple was gradually expanded into a large one.
Finally, it is another spring when blue phlox blooms all over the snowy land. The lifelike Buddha statue raises its drooping brows and casts its gaze at the living world. Then it walks down from the altar, step by step, and turns into a pure white boy.
From then on…
It becomes Him.