Deep in the Himalayas, the earth cracked and collapsed in the shaking, breaking into countless huge pieces and falling. The golden red light rose from the center of the earth, wrapped around a broken prehistoric giant bird skeleton and slowly rose, and the magnificent light illuminated the sky.
The wreckage stretched out, and countless scorched bones rained down like a torrential rain, then flapped its wings, and charged towards the sky in the raging envelope of Phoenix True Fire!
Farther afield, the snowy plains in Tibet stretch for thousands of miles. Countless believers witnessed this miraculous scene, and they bowed down and worshipped under the golden and red radiance of the sky, like a sea tide.
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Colorless heaven.
The vibration of the entire Buddhist hall was bigger than one wave, just like a boat that was bumped in the huge waves. Zhou Hui couldn't stand any longer, he gritted his teeth and hugged the stone pillar closest to him, but then the huge pillar that stood above the sky collapsed into countless stones, almost burying him alive inside.
"Phoenix!"
Zhou Hui was extremely angry. His shirt had long since been torn, revealing his strong and scarred upper body. He suddenly pulled away several huge pieces of pure white Duanhuan: "Phoenix! Don't do this, come back for me!"
Suddenly a gust of wind swept past his ear, and Zhou Hui avoided him at the last minute, only to see Shakyamuni, who was missing an arm, rushing towards him with a dagger turned into a godhead, and the blade rubbed against his ear. Pass.
That was really dangerous, Zhou Hui took a breath, grabbed Sakyamuni's arm and sent it forward, at the same time reaching out to grab the dagger. However, Sakyamuni was still very fast when he broke out. The two clashed like lightning for a moment. Zhou Hui's side face was smeared with blood by the blade. !
With a crisp sound, the dagger fell to the ground, and Zhou Hui flew up like lightning and grabbed it.
"Give it back to me!" Shakyamuni stood up staggeringly in the earthquake, his roar echoed endlessly, like a nine-day god and Buddha ringing a vajra bell: "You lowly monster, you are also worthy of the godhead?! Give it back to me! "
As the last sound reverberated, Zhou Hui only felt that the godhead suddenly rushed forward, as if there was a tendency to let go, and immediately grabbed the force and stabbed forward, and stabbed Sakyamuni in the palm of the face in the chaos.
Jinfo suddenly spurted blood, and Sakyamuni's hand turned into a giant palm, and he slashed heavily at Zhou Hui!
If the split is real, Zhou Hui can be photographed in a pool of blood on the spot. However, at the critical moment, the colorless ceiling collapsed like a string that was pulled to the extreme. The phoenix skeleton was wrapped in golden red fire, and it slammed up with a deafening roar, and suddenly spread its huge and incomparable wings!
Zhou Hui had already made up his mind to die, even if he fought the fatal blow head-on, he would drag Sakyamuni to the death. However, at that moment, the whole world collapsed, the ground under his feet turned into a deep stream, and the whole person suddenly fell backwards uncontrollably.
The next moment, a golden-red phantom fell from the sky, and Chu He reached out and grabbed him.
Their hands clasped as they fell, staring into each other's eyes against the backdrop of a world torn apart.
"Goodbye," Chu He said softly.
He took the dagger full of fine lightning from Zhou Hui's hand, and when he got it, it turned into a gray-black godhead, with a great halo, and then it turned invisible.
At the same time, the phantom of the burning phoenix around him exploded, and the bones with their wings spread around him, until a blazing fire erupted from his whole body!
That is the fire of Nirvana.
The fire of the phoenix nirvana, which can be burned again by the godhead of the Great Asura as the energy, is invincible in the nine heavens and ten earths.
Zhou Hui murmured a phoenix, his voice hoarse in despair, but no one could hear him, including himself, amid the loud noise.
At the same time, the pupils of Shakyamuni who were behind them shrank violently and turned around to retreat, but it was too late.
Phoenix turned around and let out a clear cry, spread his wings and grabbed him tightly. Sakyamuni, who was missing an arm, was completely unable to struggle, and suddenly let out a painful roar!
"Even you want me to die, Phoenix? Even you want me to die?! Did you forget who took care of you and raised you?!"
In the firelight, Shakya grabbed Phoenix's collar, and the latter just shook his head and said hoarsely and calmly, "Yes, I have already...forgot about it."
Sakyamuni was stunned, only to hear a pounding vibration under his feet, the last bit of the barrier of nothingness in the Buddhist hall finally turned into powder in the fire of Nirvana, and the entire colorless sky completely fell to hell!
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At that moment, there has never been such a spectacular scene in the Nine Heavens and Ten Earths. The colorless sky that transcended the Thirty-Three Heavens completely fell into the vast hell, and a spectacular sea of fire was ignited on the top of Buzhou Mountain, just like the second creation of the gods and Buddhas in the sky.
In the sea of fire, Chu He raised the Buddha's bone knife, and the scorching golden-white blade reflected Sakyamuni's shocked face.
"Really... the soul of the true Buddha..." Shakyamuni couldn't believe it: "The soul of the true Buddha smelted by the Phoenix True Fire?!"
"This is the bone you gave me." Chu He's mouth was dry and bleeding, but he showed a tired smile: "When you gave it to me, you said that the pain of the bone is the taste... But you don't know other than that. I have also experienced more pain, fear and confusion. If you don't die, this will not end, the chaos from the heavenly realm to the four evil realms will continue forever..."
Shakyamuni finally showed fear in his eyes, but in the next second, the tip of the Buddha's bone knife pressed against his neck.
"Farewell, Shakyamuni."
Chu He stabbed the tip of the knife into his throat as soon as he used his hand.
- At the moment of seeing the blood, the Buddha bone knife slowly melted, and an ethereal figure appeared in the blade, it was Zhang Shun!
He doesn't actually look like Zhang Shun anymore. Although his face is familiar as usual, his expression seems to have changed, full of a sense of peace, gentleness, and indescribable suppression. As soon as Sakyamuni saw him, he cried out in fear, and immediately tried to escape, but was tightly grasped by the phoenix skeleton, and his body made a terrible burning crackling sound in the fire of Nirvana.
Zheng Buddha got up and walked towards him from the void, like a shadow shrouded in the Buddha's light, easily squeezed into his blackened body little by little.
With this action, the part of the Buddha's body that was scorched and melted by the fire of Nirvana began to be gradually repaired and reborn, and a dark mass full of electric current also slowly "squeezed" out from behind the Buddha's body, making a sharp hiss. call.
- That is the real Shakyamuni, a demon born in the heart of a true Buddha in the eyes of hell demons tens of thousands of years ago.
"Why! Why are you still coming back!" The inner demon roared at Zheng Buddha, trying to reoccupy the golden body, but was thrown back by the fire of Nirvana again and again.
"Why didn't you die in the colorless sky! Why didn't you disappear completely!"
"Why are you still coming back!"
Zheng Buddha finally completely entered the golden body, radiating endless brilliance in the sea of fire, like a god of nine heavens descending on the earth, turning around and looking at his inner demon with compassion, his eyes are full of complex and indescribable emotions.
He didn't answer, just shook his head gently for a while.
The heart demon burst into a dazzling arc in the flames, and rushed towards the Buddha with a harsh roar, but the next moment his body was grabbed by something, and then his eyes went black.
At the last second before his consciousness disappeared, he tried his best to turn his head, but only saw a bird with a magnificent glow like a jewel, opening a huge mouth towards him.
- That's a peacock.
The peacock crossed the top of the mountain, crossed the sea of fire, and rushed towards its biological mother Phoenix, who was disappearing in the fire of Nirvana; in the sea of fire, he encountered a demon in front of him, so he swallowed it in one bite without thinking.
There is a cycle of cause and effect, and the retribution is unhappy. The heart demon Sakyamuni, born in the eighth consciousness of the righteous Buddha, was finally buried in the mouth of King Peacock Daming.
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Zheng Buddha looked at the peacock, then turned to look at the phoenix that was becoming more and more transparent in the fire of nirvana, and then followed the cracked earth of hell and the endless Tie Lun Mountain, looking in the direction of the distant human world, his eyes flashed. Missing color.
He finally stood up, only to see Zhou Hui coming against the sea of fire in the sky not far away.
"… "
The Buddha seemed to murmur something, but no one could hear him. After a while, he sighed in despair, his figure suddenly rose toward the collapsing colorless sky, and he waved his first hand at the sea of fire in the void.
With that action, the roar of the sea of flames turned invisible, and the dust and smoke rolled up, disappearing into the sky; Zheng Buddha waved his hand for the second time, Zhou Hui was pushed forward by an invisible force, passed through the heavy clouds of smoke, and stopped at the center of Phoenix Nirvana.
Zhou Hui turned around in amazement, only to see the Buddha in the cloud light, waving at them a third time.
- But that was just a goodbye.
Immediately, the golden Buddha turned around and went to the colorless sky, the Buddha's light was shining, and the celestial music sounded in unison. The Buddha, who had been unable to take his right position for tens of thousands of years, finally returned to his lotus throne on the top of the mountain in hell.
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The flames gradually went out, leaving only the sky full of smoke.
Zhou Hui's head was covered in blood, he knelt in mid-air while panting, and then shoved away King Peacock Ming, who had stepped forward, and plunged his head into the black cloud.
— "If I turn into an egg, will you pick me up?"
meeting.
"If I leave, will you wait for me to come back?"
meeting.
"If you don't want me...where else can I go?"
You have nowhere to go, so you have to come back to me.
Zhou Hui frantically rummaged for his target in the thick black clouds produced by the burning. He shuttled through the choking thick smoke. Finally, after searching for an unknown number of times, he finally saw a luminous spot in the depths of the sea of clouds. Although it was faint and fleeting, in the next second, he came out of the string like a sharp arrow, and almost instantly grasped the target in himself. palm.
Then he fell rapidly, fell to the ground in the turbulent air current, and fell to the edge of the cliff above the waves of the sea of blood.
At that moment, he just didn't dare to open his hand and glanced at the thing in his palm. His heart was beating so fast that it almost jumped out of his throat with a throbbing pain.
"Huh..."
After a long while, Zhou Hui finally let out a long and thorough breath. It seemed that this movement was used to restrain his trembling body, and then spread his fingers.
I saw that he was holding an egg in his palm.
An egg that is not enough to hold, as white as snow, like a jade carving.
- That is the phoenix jade embryo after Nirvana.
Zhou Hui's fingers penetrated deeply into the hard rock, exerting force to the point of convulsions, and after a while, he let out a hoarse howl.