He blew this tiny firework into a sprawling waterfall!
The castration was really swift!
In just such a brief moment, it was like the water of the holy lake before, covering the bottom of the lake, submerging the entire ruins, and swallowing up the Nascent Soul of the Treasure Seal Dharma King who had just dived into the bottom of the lake!
Even the divine power that previously ignored all restrictions and attacks from the mortal world could not escape the disaster!
Fire falls like rain!
Before they could escape far, all the lotus flames suddenly swelled up, and as if they had spiritual powers, they transformed into burning birds and captured them!
There were no screams between heaven and earth, it was extremely quiet, but it also seemed to be filled with screams and noise!
Dharma King Baoyin never thought that he would be defeated in this way!
He was born in a Buddhist sect, and when he was at the peak of his fame, he was no less famous than the so-called three great powers at the turn of ancient and modern times. It's just that they ascended to heaven one after another, while he could not make any progress. He was trapped in the bounded realm for a long time, unable to touch the door to ascension!
He looked for help from people, from heaven, from immortals and Buddhas, but none of them could help him resolve his predicament. So, by chance, he found a few words related to the gods from an ancient book that was almost lost, and led Him to come to this world to show him the way!
It is clearly infinite light...
It is clearly a smooth road to heaven!
How could it be, how could it be, how did it become like this
The moment he was enveloped by the lotus fire, his heart was still filled with unfulfilled ambitions and aspirations...
But at this moment, it’s all over.
It's also burned.
The Nascent Soul, which was originally constructed from pure spiritual energy and soul, did not even have time to perform a retaliatory action like self-destruction before it was burned into nothingness.
This lotus fire does not have scorching heat, it only has the purest intentions.
Regardless of whether human hearts are good or evil, when gathered to a certain degree, they can create gods and demons out of thin air. How easy is it to destroy a cultivator who is already among all living beings
They are the most fragile and powerful forces in the world. Sometimes they crush your courage to face life, and sometimes they give you the tenacity to grow in adversity.
Those who play with people's hearts will eventually be burned by their hearts.
Even the power of the gods from ancient times, which he had summoned with so much effort, followed in his footsteps almost at the same time, and was pounced upon by the birds transformed from countless lotus fires. It roared silently, rolled in pain, and along with the lotus fires, was annihilated in the boundless void!
When the last wisp of black air dissipated in the sky, the night came to an end quietly. The last lotus fire flew to the east, igniting the silent dawn before it went out, burning a reddish sky, illuminating the snowy plateau after the bloody baptism that night!
The towering holy mountain looks like a bride wearing a veil.
The surrounding snow-capped peaks outline the deepest vein of this pure land, standing quietly in everyone's sight, silently looking up to the sky.
The Zen Master Xuelang and the young monk Liaokong, one out of compassion and the other with sorrow in their hearts, both put their hands together and sighed softly, chanting the Buddha's name softly.
Dakini Yangjin, however, looked at the gushing light from the sky and smiled with tears in her eyes;
Qu Zhengfeng also stood with his sword in hand, unable to take his eyes away from the burning sword lamp;
Jianchou felt a little dizzy, which was rare for him. He almost fell down, but he swayed a little and stood firm on the ground again.
A night of killing has passed quietly.
The temple is overthrown!
Dharma King Baoyin and Dharma King Baoping died in this battle, and the entire power of Xinmi was destroyed at the moment the sun rose!
The foot of the holy mountain is full of traces of battle.
The monks from Zen, Xinghai and Yashan gathered at the edge of the dead forest, shocked by the power of the magic that the Holy Son Jiye had just performed with such ease.
Inside and outside the mandala are ordinary believers.
Most of them received summons from the temple and voluntarily came to the holy mountain like a pilgrim, kneeling under the temple and becoming part of the holy sacrificial formation.
Those who were captured were trapped in a deep pit on the mountainside.
How powerful was the holy sacrifice formation that the Dharma King Baoyin had activated and presided over? It was completely forcibly extracting the spirit power of every believer and offering it to the gods connected to another formation. How could ordinary people endure such torture
I didn't feel it when I was immersed in it, but now that everything is over, I feel confused as if I had just woken up from a dream. I don't even remember what happened. I only remember that I came here for my faith.
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When I opened my eyes and looked back, I saw quite a few scattered corpses around me. They looked like they were dried by the wind, curled up in the crowd, stirring up horror and fear in the deepest parts of people's hearts!
They looked at the corpses, their companions, the strangers in the distance, and the half-blue, half-white figure high up in the holy mountain.
That is their Holy Son, their God!
After a moment of shock, the believers who had survived by chance smiled, thinking that it was the Son of God who had led them through this crisis, and they all bowed their heads and knelt in worship...
"Buddha bless you!"
"May the Son of God bless you, may the Son of God bless you..."
"May the Buddha have mercy on me..."
"It is really a manifestation of the Holy Spirit, it is really a manifestation of the Holy Spirit!"
…
At the foot of the holy mountain, everyone knelt down immediately.
However, Jiye, who was standing high up, stood under this rare rising sun, looking at the suffering creatures crawling at his feet, without a smile on his face.
The fire in the lamp had gone out, and it had returned to its ancient stone appearance.
At this moment, what arose in His heart was a greater sense of loss and deeper regret than that of all the suffering beings...
He will eventually meet the destiny he has set for himself.
Since it was a mistake from the beginning, let it come to an end at the right time, even if it came from the best intentions.
If it's wrong, it's wrong.
"You don't have to kneel to me."
Jiye stood at the highest point of the snowy area and looked down at them. He finally spoke the first and last words in thousands of years to this group of believers who had nurtured him with their wishes.
"There is no god in the world, the truth is only in the heart."
There is no god in the world; the truth only exists in our hearts!
It was originally just a plain sentence, but when it came from the heights of this holy mountain that the people of the Snow Region had admired for thousands of years, it possessed a power that awe-inspiring power!
Just because the one who said this was their God!
The gods said that there are no gods between heaven and earth!
At this moment, it was like a huge bell ringing in everyone's ears, sweeping through everyone's heart like a huge wave, destroying all past beliefs in an instant!
Countless people showed expressions of disbelief.
However, Jiye no longer looked at them. Instead, he turned around and looked across the devastated ice field at Jianchou, who had a pale face and was also looking at him.
The five fingers holding the lamp loosened their grip slightly, and the lamp seemed to finally sense the mood of its original owner. It emitted a faint light and flew from His hand to Jianchou.
Jianchou raised her hand naturally, and the lamp fell into her palm.
Ice-cold, without any residual warmth.
Their eyes met, but she couldn't see his appearance clearly. The whole world in her eyes was a layer of dark red.
But she could feel Him.
Feeling His kind gaze, melancholy expression, and the sudden smile on His lips...
No more words were needed, she already understood everything, and completely understood the true meaning of the prophecy she heard in the Extreme Region eighty-one years ago...
Jiye asked her: "Daoyou Jianchou, do you believe in gods?"
Jianchou was silent for a long time, then answered Him: "I don't believe it."
Then Jiye laughed out loud.
It was a happy and carefree smile, and also the most gentle smile after the catastrophe in the snowy region...
His originally youthful and upright body turned stiff and pale when she said the word "I don't believe it" calmly and firmly.
The satin-like lake blue on the robe also began to peel off...
Even His face and facial features, which were the most perfect in the eyes of everyone in the world, became blurred!
A loud "boom" sound!
The clear blue holy lake fell from Him!
With a deafening sound, it fell back into the dry lake bottom as if falling from the sky, submerging the magnificent mirror-like ruins!
In the eyes of everyone, the god who could destroy the world with a wave of his hand, the Holy Son Jiye, turned into a statue with simple and crude lines at this moment!
No form or spirit.
There are no facial features.
This is His most original and original appearance in this world!
Jianchou could not see such changes, nor could she see his current appearance, but what she sensed at first was a familiar presence...
It's like a dream.
She felt that the young man she had first met by the Holy Lake that day was smiling at her, and the woman who was draped with the Holy Lake on her body under the moonlight was nodding to her.
But when the wind blows, the dream disappears like melting ice and snow.
He dispersed.
She also dispersed.
The tangible statue shattered in an instant, turning into thousands of flying spiritual lights. Between heaven and earth, only a tear fell from the statue's eyes, and with a "click" it lit up the center of her lamp, igniting a flame like a bean of ice and snow...
All living beings have tears.
The Holy Son Jiye was born among all living beings, and he is just one of them. All living beings have their voices and their fires…
He has it too.
Jianchou also could not see what he looked like when he died, he could only feel that the unique aura that belonged to him was missing from the world.
However, from nowhere, a question seemed to come from somewhere:
We have only met once, but could he be considered your friend
So she felt a great sadness in her heart and murmured, "It counts..."
Eighty-one years from now, you will become my best friend and help me achieve Nirvana.
turn out to be…
What He wants is not His own Nirvana, but to lead the ignorant and stubborn beings in this snowy land to Nirvana! Let this piece of pure land be reborn in destruction.
Under the bright light, the clear blue sky is reflected in the clear blue holy lake.
The breeze ruffled the surface of the lake, and the magnificent ruins disappeared in an instant. It seemed as if someone's laughter and joy from the endless years could be heard between heaven and earth, being swept by the waves of the lake and echoing endlessly.
The ownerless blue phinium floated in the air and fell to the lakeside, still looking fresh and beautiful.