"Have you decided? You are going to carry out this last reincarnation. If it succeeds, the mysterious power will be great and the creation will be infinite. If it fails, everything will be in vain. Even if you are the supreme of the three realms and inherit the power of heaven, everything will return to nothingness, even even
Your soul will turn into dust and ashes, and will be annihilated and fall into the great catastrophe..."
The Tathagata suddenly spoke, and his powerful voice stirred in the sky, breaking the silence among the mountains.
"Time flies so fast, thousands of years have passed like this..."
The Jade Emperor's face was still calm, and he said lazily: "Tathagata, Tathagata, you are the Buddha who is above the trillions of people under these two saints, commanding all the Buddhas, and sitting in the spiritual mountain. Aren't you happy and comfortable? Why bother?"
Tathagata's face was calm, his eyes were as calm as an ancient well, and he said: "Isn't the Jade Emperor also the master of heaven above billions of people? He is the head of all heavenly emperors and commands thousands of immortals. Why does he have to reincarnate and rebuild?"
The Jade Emperor did not answer his question. The two stood on the top of the mountains, turned their eyes and looked at each other from a distance.
They saw a light called ambition in each other's eyes, and suddenly they laughed wildly together.
The laughter stirred up and shook the sky, and everything between heaven and earth surrendered and trembled.
"In this world, there are saints who follow the way of heaven, spread the virtues of heaven, rule the heavens, dominate the universe, and the innate teachings are deeply rooted. If it continues to develop like this, it will be too boring..."
"Then, let's get started."
"good."
Tathagata stretched out his right hand, tapped his index finger lightly, and a bit of spiritual light flew out and disappeared into the forehead of the Jade Emperor.
The Jade Emperor put his hands behind his back, closed his eyes, raised his head to the sky, and looked calm, as if he was ready.
A mark of divine light suddenly appeared on his forehead.
swastika!
This mark of divine light on the Jade Emperor's forehead is like the third eye in the sky, opening suddenly and shooting out unparalleled brilliance.
In an instant, a beam of light soared from the top of Chenglong Mountain.
It runs through the blue sky, reaches the underworld, spans between heaven and earth, and penetrates all principles and laws.
The body of the Jade Emperor also slowly floated up from the ground. He still maintained his lazy posture with his hands behind his back and facing the sky. There was no unnecessary expression on his face, and there was even a faint smile hanging at the corner of his mouth.
.
Nine turns of the true dragon.
The Emperor of Heaven dies!
All the hegemony of heaven and earth, the vast universe, are all scattered into dust...
Whatever supreme energy, years and years, they all go with the wind...
From now on, there will be no Jade Emperor Zhang Bairen in this world!
boom!!!
That beam of light became more and more powerful, and the light that penetrated the sky and the earth completely engulfed the body of the Jade Emperor. His majestic body was instantly torn to pieces by this incomparably powerful force, and turned into countless tiny rays of light.
point.
The majestic blood energy as thick as a mountain condensed into a pillar and shot straight into the sky, erupting into a final desperate roar. It gradually dimmed and the fire of life was completely extinguished.
At this moment, an extremely majestic energy wave swept across the entire world.
Countless immortals paused inexplicably for this,
They don't even know why they feel this kind of loneliness and embarrassment, as if an important figure in the Three Realms has died.
...
The eyes of all the saints in the Zixiao Palace also moved together, slowly falling down, witnessing with their own eyes that the Lord of Heaven and Earth dispersed his Dharma body, dispersed his soul, and dissipated between heaven and earth.
"Amitabha, there is no great deity in the world!"
The saint Jieyin lowered his eyelids, clasped his hands in front of his chest and recited a Buddhist chant in a low voice, seeming to be sighing in loneliness.
...
Dark abyss.
A dark black lotus blooms quietly.
Sitting on it was a majestic man in black robes, with disheveled hair and an unpredictable aura, which seemed to have merged with the darkness that was so rich that it could not be dissolved.
This is Wutian, who is known as the ancestor of all demons. He has been cultivating in this dark abyss for countless years. His tightly closed eyes suddenly opened, revealing a soul-stirring dark light.
"The Jade Emperor...died!"
"The Jade Emperor, the Lord of the Three Realms, actually fell like this... Demon Ancestor, isn't this the great opportunity we have been waiting for!?"
Beside him, an evil monk wearing black robes looked a little excited.
The entire dark abyss was throbbing faintly, like a calm pool of stagnant water suddenly boiling.
A slight arc appeared at the corner of Wutian Demon Ancestor's mouth, and he said calmly: "Don't be anxious, don't be anxious, just wait."
"Demon Ancestor, now Ancestor Styx will bleed into the sea, and the unification of the Netherworld has been completed. How long do we... have to wait?"
Ying Yao, who was dressed in a black robe and was extremely beautiful, asked eagerly.
"There must be no sun in the sky, and the dragons must not be leaderless. When the Emperor Ziwei and the Holy Emperor fight together for the last time, the one who survives in the end will be the one who inherits the great power of heaven and earth."
But Wutian still had a calm expression, his eyes penetrated the endless darkness, and murmured: "Don't worry, this day won't be long..."
...
...
"I am incompetent and cannot help His Majesty the Jade Emperor to re-establish Heaven and purify the world. It is all my fault!"
True Lord Chong'en pushed up the golden mountain, turned the bottom of the jade pillar and knelt down on the top of Chenglong Mountain. He put his hands on his forehead and kowtowed respectfully as the emperor of heaven and his ministers.
There were tears on that old cheek.
At this time, he was like a lost old man who had not used his magic power to protect himself. His forehead, which was engraved with the vicissitudes of time, was already covered with bright red blood. The blood stained his white hair and white hair, and was also covered with blood.
on his cheek.
However, Lord Chong'en did not stop. He continued to list his guilt repeatedly and kowtowed.
It seemed that doing this over and over again could slightly alleviate his inner suffering and grief.
For a long time, this ray of light that penetrated the three realms of the underworld and the six realms finally gradually dissipated.
The sky gradually darkened, blocking out the sunlight, and the whole world seemed to fall into a brief darkness, but the void was filled with a strange sound.
It's like the heaven and earth are resonating, singing tragic songs for it, and when people hear it, they feel sad and lonely in their hearts.
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