Being escaped from the killing sword by the Qilin Lord, Feng Yu let out a light sigh and pressed the seal with his hand. Behind him rose the golden shadows of thousands of Buddhas, Bodhisattvas and Arhats. Between heaven and earth, even the air was imprinted with profound Buddha names, entrenched in the sky.
The infinitely tall glazed pagoda diffused glazed light and ignited the sacred fire of the pagoda. The figure that appeared on the top of the glazed pagoda at this moment was no longer the King of Freedom, but a white-clothed Confucian who resembled Feng Yu in appearance and spirit.【.
"Thousands of beliefs are suppressed by colored glass."
The Qilin Lord, who turned into a purple stream of light, evaded the Yunxiang Emperor Sword, but had to face the Glazed Pagoda head-on. The world barrier of the Xuanling Holy Realm was no match for the Sky Shooting Heavenly Capital, but the Glazed Pagoda spread out countless sutra buildings.
, each sutra building is like a sacred vessel. The ancient Buddhist scriptures engraved on it embody the power of endless faith, and are as powerful as the ancient Buddha's personal blessing. The Qilin Lord's intrusion is equivalent to resisting the suppression of the Buddhas and numerous Buddhist vessels in the Buddhist world.
, the secret technique of shooting from the sky that he had painstakingly sacrificed at all costs began to be weakened rapidly.
"No, I am a descendant of a mythical beast, and the most noble blood of the five realms flows in my body. No one can take my life."
Lord Qilin looked at the vast ocean-like sutra pillar above his head and the endlessly rotating glazed pagoda, his eyes exploded, and terrifying anger burst out from his pupils. He is the most successful descendant of the Qilin family, if the ancestral artifacts of the Qilin family are not lost.
, he is confident that he will not be weaker than the ancient dragon. Life and death are only in an instant, and there is no point in leaving a backup plan.
"Kill the Immortal, Kill the Immortal, Kill the Immortal, Destroy the Immortal, The Atlas of Killing the Immortal."
The Qilin Master's crystal skull was opened, and a purple inner elixir flew out of the Tianling Cap. Although the inner elixir was strange, it was not the real point. The inner elixir was wrapped in a picture, and the battlefield in the three ancient times was painted on the picture. The real
As if it was happening, before this picture could emerge from Qilin Lord's inner alchemy, a fierce murderous intention came out vertically and horizontally. The nearby sutra pillars that were filled with Buddha's glory were all pierced, and the immortal sutra became dim.
"It's such a strong crime of murder. This picture should not exist in the world."
The pupils of Qingxuan's eyes turned into green lotuses, looking at the origin of the picture. From such a distance, her cultivation was unfathomable, but the moment she sensed the origin, her skin ached, and an invisible murderous intention surged.
Entering her body, even the dust-free spiritual platform and the gradually perfecting new universe were shaken in the slightest.
Qingxuan and Fengyu fought all the way and killed hundreds of millions of living beings, but the killings they caused were less than one percent of what is shown in this map. Even with a quick glance, Qingxuan could still notice that all the people on the map were
The scenes all really happened. The imprisoned soul marks include those of the Heavenly Lord, the Supreme, and even the False God. A battle of that scale could only occur in the glorious era of the Three Ancient Avenues. Therefore, this so-called Zhu Xian
It is difficult to estimate how old the map is.
"Kill me."
With the roar of the Qilin Lord, the inner alchemy burst open. As soon as the picture appeared, the vast sky suddenly fell down with the thunder calamity of Tiangang. The thunder was fierce and domineering, carrying full of righteousness, but the mountain of corpses and the sea of blood were thrown out,
The fierce Tiangang could do nothing. There were still many crystal bones emerging from the picture. I don't know how many years had passed, but those bones were still emitting bright light and majestic pressure.
The glazed pagoda was trembling, and the sutra pillars all over the sky were crumbling. Even Yunxiang, who was about to pursue him, felt vaguely afraid.