The originally high mountains in the northwest have now become plain plains, and the boundary is blurred on the line connecting the sky and the earth, without any ups and downs. You can see very far away, but you can't see anything... because there is nothing at all.
People stand in the middle, as if they will never reach the end. The sky and the earth are vast, and life and death seem to be narrow, not to mention the ups and downs of life, not to mention the honor and disgrace of the world.
Zou Yanlai bit the tip of her tongue fiercely, and the moment of sobriety was quickly buried by such vastness like a flash of light.
Tiny arrays, although they are called small arrays, but one centimeter of them is a layer, and another centimeter is superimposed in multiples, and the size can reach infinity.
Zou Yanlai stopped, pulled out the sword at his waist, knelt on the ground on one knee, and nailed the long sword firmly into the ground.
The hilt of the sword was down, trembling slightly, and a chilling wind came from nowhere, making the place where the sword rested like a tomb, and there was a small sound like a buzzing on the dead ground, as if the surrounding area seemed more empty some.
Zou Yanlai squeezed the space between her eyebrows and thought to herself, wouldn't it be troublesome if I don't know the number of handovers? For such a large area, which number would Shi Wudu use
However, Shi Wuduan didn't let him guess for a long time. When he stood still a little, a thunderbolt suddenly hit the end of the northwest direction and hit the ground all the way. The whole earth trembled, and a deep crack rushed over from a distance like a tide, just passing by Zou Yanlai's body.
With some sort of devastating power, it swept across the entire plain.
Then the buzzing of the sword stopped strangely, and a moment later, a strong wind rose from the cracks in the ground, carrying a certain salty smell from the depths of the earth, as if the deepest anger was ignited by the fire.
The earth, trampled under the feet of all things and silent for thousands of years, suddenly became furious, and everything became more and more turbulent in the depression. One day, all the mountains would be pushed away, all the snow would be shaken off, even if they themselves would become It was riddled with holes, and it was about to roar out.
Zou Yanlai was shaken by such a deep roar. He stared at all this in a daze, and felt that he suddenly became a child who was at a loss. Mayfly.
His knees suddenly gave way, and he knelt on the ground, as if some kind of force was pressing on his neck, pressing him down desperately, as if asking him to worship something.
Then the fire broke out, and countless figures flashed across it, as if the empty plain was suddenly filled with countless wraiths, they were like shells swept away by the waves of the last days, suddenly going north and south, not knowing where to turn , like a handful of duckweed.
However, at this time, these duckweeds gathered together, and finally changed the color of the entire sea surface. Their faces were blurred, men, women, and children were all blurred, as if they were just a shadow, flashing and disappearing suddenly, turning into the big fire. fuel.
From birth to death in an instant, history has been recorded—from the beginning of this protracted war, from the establishment of this dynasty, from the collapse of the previous dynasty, from the first old man with white beard and hair to write the first on the first piece of bamboo slip under the lamp. It starts with one word, from the beginning of the first growth of all things, from the creation of the world, from the separation of the primordial universe from chaos...
In the end it all ends in ashes.
It seems that the whole life is only for this time of burning, only for this time of sacrifice.
The fire gradually surrounded the whole world, Zou Yanlai's eyes widened, and he suddenly understood - this is the Yin Corpse Fire!
Back then, when the yin and yang were about to run out, Zou Yanlai cast a spell and lit a corpse fire outside Guji City. Using the bones of the dead in the mass graves outside the city as an introduction, he burned a peerless demon king.
That fire directly triggered the fiercest battle and confrontation in thousands of years, causing gray snowflakes to float in the city.
But not such a big hand.
Zou Yanlai suddenly had a certain illusion in his heart, he thought, what exactly is Shi Wuduan using as a lure? Could it be that he was really a thunderbolt splitting the hell of Abi, and putting all the ghosts of the underworld on the ground, and making fuel together
The formations in the world... there is no one who can use them for no reason. If there are gods in the world, do gods have such abilities as him
Turn over to create the world, overturn to destroy it.
He beat his body and burned the corpse fire... Zou Yanlai shook his spirits fiercely, and suddenly realized that Shi Wuduan wanted to "attack the shield with the other's spear". The three popes jointly blessed the threshing road, and now the pope is withered However, the "nucleus" left in the Pope by generations of high-ranking predecessors has not changed.
They will still have a strange resonance with the whole mountain and river, as if they have melted into the blood of the whole river and mountain. As long as this tiny bit of vitality keeps flowing, the threshing road will not be interrupted.
But Shi Wuduan cut off the threshing road at Sanyang Pass, set up successive small arrays, expanded the size and space to the point of infinity, and then burned this unprecedented Yin corpse fire. All the souls who were displaced and even died in the flames of war and chaos were involved in it, and the dead filled the roads, full of resentment. Such a terrible place will inevitably lead to the backlash of the Pope's blessing.
Why Sanyang Pass
Because less than a hundred miles to the north of Sanyang Pass is Daputi Mountain, only three rivers to the west is Jiulu Mountain, and only one mountain range to the south is the Tantric Valley.
No... Zou Yanlai panicked. The threshing road is like the heart of the imperial court. If the heart is cut off, the north and south will be blocked, and the southern gate will be gone. Now Bodhi Mountain is besieged and the northwest is in turmoil.
No!
He stood up abruptly, the weak tendons in his knees suddenly stretched, the strong wind blew away his bun, and some dry hair fluttered up and down in the air, just like the old man on the altar more than twenty years ago. Like Taifu Yan, he firmly held the hilt of the sword nailed to the ground, and his panicked and fearful eyes suddenly became firm, just like countless martyrs.
Afterwards, Master Zou, who was born in the Esoteric sect and experienced many ups and downs in the officialdom, formed a Dharma seal with one finger to the sky. He closed his eyes, and the little light formed in the sky was quickly blown away by the boundless wind and fire.
Zou Yanlai was unmoved, his sword sank three inches into the ground, and his feet made heavy footprints on the ground, causing him to sink a little bit, still muttering the incantation that no one could hear .
He wanted to play a wedge in this fiery world, and use his own body to extend the Pope's ancient blessing.
The mantra was shattered before it could be uttered, and the seal was blown away before it was formed. Zou Yanlai was like a spider that was still spinning its web persistently in a hurricane.
Slowly, a strand of blood flowed down the corner of his mouth, and his back was still straight. Like a mayfly holding a tree that is about to collapse.
This country has raised him, given him great fame, supreme glory, and unattainable privileges, and also given him a blow in the head, throwing him from the clouds to the mud, questioning his loyalty, questioning His blood and sweat.
Today, he still does it knowingly that he can't do it, and still sticks to this official road that has lasted for thousands of years.
Although nine deaths, but still no regrets.
Then he was finally submerged by the huge wind and fire. After the fierce force collided, there was nothing on the ground. The ground at the threshing road was raised hundreds of feet high, leaving a deep stream with no bottom in the middle.
However, on the edge of the cliff, a pair of footprints were left, which was as deep as three feet.
Overnight, the sea was changed, and at this point, the last connecting line of the three popes finally fell apart. The oil lamp that had been burning in the "Friends Temple" among the Mahayana popes suddenly went out, and a wisp of green smoke fell.
The little disciple who added lamp oil was startled, and after a moment of stupefaction, he scrambled and ran out, shouting all the way: "It's not good, it's not good..."
However, he accidentally fell into the arms of an old man. He looked up blankly at their patriarch, who usually never sees his head. Master Zhiye looked at the extinguished lights, but smiled wryly, and said, "I know , One day, there will be nothing in the world that can stop his footsteps."
The little disciple looked at him inexplicably, and said, "Sect Master..."
Master Zhiye poured out the oil from the oil lamp and said, "In this world, is there a way to use the souls of thousands of generations as fuel? I just figured it out now."
The little disciple said: "Please ask the suzerain."
Master Zhiye said: "It is the emperor's tomb in the dragon's veins - the emperors of our dynasty, the Dragon Yu Bintian, and the ceremonies they performed were all buried with clothes. The real emperor's tomb has always been the secret of this dynasty. The throne of kingship is the Accumulated by fresh blood and countless souls, the corpse fire burnt out by the body of a real dragon can naturally make the Pope's blessing turbulent."
The little disciple asked: "Since it is a secret, how did it get discovered?"
"It's a mountain lantern." Master Zhiye said, "When the seven mountain lanterns were raised, they borrowed them for 70 years in order to pray to the heavens. The method of borrowing the mountain lanterns was preserved by Tantric and Xuanzong. People like Yan Huaipu and Daozu just know what is happening and don’t know why, and the ever-changing changes can reveal all my destiny for thousands of years, not to mention the crucial emperor’s tomb."
The little disciple asked blankly: "Has the person who practiced it understood it?"
Have the people who practiced it figured it out
Master Zhiye sighed, but said ambiguously: "Who knows if he has penetrated it?"
The dragon's veins are destroyed, the main path is broken, the fourth lamp and the fifth lamp are lit respectively—do you want to use the power of the Houtu to go against the emperor's sky
Master Zhiye turned around slowly and walked back to his own meditation room, suddenly thought in his heart, so there are really people in the world, born to come out in response to the disaster.