The Great Talisman

This is the true usage of the saint, helping the great world to straighten out the yin and yang and regulate the order of heaven and earth.

Yang Sanyang raised his head and looked into the distance, the holy way flowing in his eyes, and the endless water, wind and fire calmed down as the Tai Chi diagram passed, and was suppressed by the mighty and magnificent golden bridge.

At this time, the three ancestors looked at the sage who had the purple energy from the east and grasped the general trend of the world, his complexion changed, and his heart was shocked.

Familiar breath, familiar formula, familiar taste!

A shadowy figure in white clothes stands proudly in the void, and the infinite Buddha light spreads all over the world. The mighty and infinite Buddha light penetrates into the sky, and the infinite majesty shrouds everyone's heart.

Majesty is not to be looked directly at. There are infinite laws covering him. It seems that the heaven is coming, and facing the saint, he trembles, and has the urge to be extremely frightened, wishing to kneel directly on the ground.

This is the real saint!

The peaceful Amitabha that I saw in the past is nothing more than an appearance. There are ants under the saint, which is by no means that simple.

Under the sacred power, the endless creatures of the Great Wilderness knelt on the ground, constantly chanting ‘Amitabha Buddha’, and the overwhelming power of faith gathered towards Amitabha.

A hint of thought appeared in Yang Sanyang’s eyes, and he raised his head to look at the endless beings in the wild world, and the corners of his mouth were slightly tilted: "Every time the sacred manifestation is a harvest of faith and karma, although it takes no time to calm the turbulent ground, water, wind and fire of the world. Less power of the Holy Path, but greater power of faith.

......The Great Wilderness World has been restored to its former vitality long ago since the great catastrophe of the gods and demons, and the number of creatures has exceeded it. Such a huge power of belief not only fills the gap, but also has countless legacy. "

Think of it as a mere 5,000 years of human life, and it has generated tens of billions, let alone a famine that has experienced tens of thousands of years and is rich in materials?

A gleam of divine light appeared in his eyes, this time the purpose of manifesting the sacred is to make the newly born creatures know the holy power. Let the majesty of the saint once again spread throughout the Great Wilderness, so that at least a dozen guilds in the future will be shrouded in the majesty of the saint.

Think about it, how much faith do you have to provide him with these dozen or so members? How much power of faith does it provide?

No matter who is the protagonist of heaven and earth, he dare not offend a saint in the face. No one can stop the spread of the sage's majesty and the spread of the sage's reputation.

Blessed by the boundless faith, Amitabhas smiled: "Ten years!"

With the blessing of such a majestic power of faith, one's first cave world will turn into a world of leaves, which will grow from the bodhi tree. Turn the emptiness into reality, and become a real world of caves, without any falsehood.

One leaf in ten years, three thousand leaves, but only thirty thousand years!

For 30,000 years, he can afford it!

Of course, at this time, the saint's majesty first enveloped the world after the wilderness, the effect is naturally the best. After today, it will inevitably decay, and it is fortunate to be able to maintain 60% of today.

However, even so, it is enough!

With the boundless strength of faith, Amitab swept across the three ancestors, swept across the crippled army of hundreds of millions of tribes, and swept across the three thousand gods swaying from side to side.

The gods are defeated!

Although the gods are the darlings of heaven and earth, first the gods and demons lost their favor before the catastrophe. Now father and son are tortured and brothers are against each other. The will of heaven is the father, the gods are the son, and the father and son are tortured, the aura will decay again.

At least within this amount of calamity, it is difficult to see any improvement.

"Sage Rongzi, it is not my gods who rushed to tear up the covenant, but the Kylin tribe who deceived people too much! A mere celestial ant actually regarded me as nothing. If I can't use the thunder method, how will there be a wild world in the future? A place for my gods to stand up?" Yan Xuan struggled to stand up, his eyes were full of humiliation, tragic and solemn, and his voice was full of unstoppable tragic air: "The gods can give in, but they must never be humiliated. The saint grasps the general trend of heaven. , One word can determine the law of the universe, there must be great magical powers and great magical powers. I also hope that the saints can observe the details and return the justice of my gods."

"You waited for unreasonable crimes against my tribes, would you be reasonable?" Qilin Wang's lungs were about to explode: "I waited until I signed and drew in front of the saint and set the date of the covenant, but now I have rashly repented. , Where is the saint?"

Speaking of this, he said to the Amitabha in the sky: "Please also ask the saint to lower the thunder rage to look and listen!"

"Shameless, if it wasn't for you to send someone to provoke. Your Qilin tribe is arrogant, oppresses and despises the majesty of my gods, how can I wait for the gods to tear up the covenant? Violating the general trend of the heaven?" The Thunder God came from a distance, and there was a bright thunder in his voice. The sound vibrated, and countless sparks flickered in the void.

"Nonsense, why would I provoke for no reason..." King Qilin wanted to argue. Although the three ancestors wanted to calculate the three clans, it was definitely not this time.

"Don't make any noise!" Amitabha's voice is majestic and contains a will that cannot be violated. Hearing to everyone's ears, it is as if the heaven is coming, subconsciously choosing to obey, and closing his mouth: "I have my own judgment."

Speaking of this, I saw Amitabh point out a finger, the finger is delicate and crystal clear, every inch of skin is flowing endless texture, it seems to be manifestation of heaven. A water mirror appeared in the void, and then a long meandering river of time flowed on the water mirror. With Amitabha's fingers gently flicking on the water mirror, the next moment I saw the river in the water mirror reversed, and the vast and infinite divine might rushed into the sky. From the beginning, countless scenes seem to be retrograde disks, constantly presented on the water mirror.

Then the picture paused, and a proud little unicorn and angry gods appeared.

"Fiddle with time!"

Seeing Yang Sanyang's hand, regardless of the three ancestors or the gods, they are all people who know the goods. The pupils couldn't help but shrank sharply, and the heart and liver couldn't help but beat twice.

Secretly closing everyone's expressions to the bottom of his eyes, Yang Sanyang smiled triumphantly: "Fuck!"

This is how to fiddle with time, even a true saint has no ability to fiddle with time. He just used the power of Buddhism in the past to reveal the scene he saw firsthand on the water mirror.

The little unicorn is arrogant and domineering, and the unicorn king who is watching is full of bewilderment: "Moyu Qilin?"

"This is the cause!" The water mirror dissipated, and Amitabha sighed and turned to look at King Kylin: "This matter is the provocation of your Qilin clan first, what can King Lin say?"

"Sage! Wrong! Wrong!" King Qilin's eyes were full of bewilderment, and he quickly defended: "I have three pure unicorns of the Qilin clan, one of them is the lower one, but the pure Central Houtu unicorn. The second is my daughter. Jade unicorn. There is also my son water unicorn, and the ink unicorn who died in the hands of the gods. Besides that, there is no second pure-blood unicorn... I don’t know where this unicorn came from. Besides my dead child, how can there be a second Moyu unicorn in the world? Could it be that my child is not dead?"

"My son is not dead? My son is not dead?" King Qilin seemed to think of something, and he couldn't help but express his joy.

In any case, Mo Qilin is the direct blood of the Qilin tribe, and it is the backbone of the future. If it is not dead, it will be a great thing for the unicorn tribe.

A joyous event too good to be better!

Just looking at the angry gods and the expressionless saints, there was a sudden spirit in my heart. No matter what the future situation is, I have to pass the test before talking.

No matter what you say, no matter whether the Moyu Qilin is of the Qilin clan or not, the matter was caused by the Moyu Qilin.

You said that Moyu Qilin is not yours, who believes it?

The unicorn is not of the unicorn tribe, are you kidding me? Is the unicorn belonging to the dragon clan? Feng clan?

"King Lin needs to give me an explanation!" Amituo looked at him blankly.

Qilin Wang cried secretly in his heart, how did he explain to Amitabha?

"Returning to the saint, Xiao Wang has never seen this Mo Yu Qilin. Now that Mo Yu Qilin has received a palm of her hand, and has entered the turbulent flow of time and space. It is better to let Xiao Wang find out the Mo Qilin's heels and feet, and then How about giving an explanation?" King Kylin could only bite the bullet.

At the beginning, I asked the saints to testify, just thinking of using the saints to prevent the gods from jumping over the wall. Now that it’s good, the gods didn’t rush over the wall, but they pitted themselves in!

How do you call him?

Nothing can be done!

Can only pretend to be grandson, admit counsel!

The power of the saint is seen by everyone, against the saint?

It may not be impossible for the three groups to work together, but it is not worth it!

The three clans can fight against the saints with one heart at this time, so can they stay together in the future?

Sooner or later, the saint will be liquidated.

"It's not what I think, but what do the gods think?" Yang Sanyang looked at the gods.

Thor's face was solemn at this time, and his murderous intentions rushed into the sky: "This matter is endless! The gods are majestic and cannot be profaned! The three clans must pay the price of blood."

"Huh, it's just a few insults, it's not a big deal, there must be a piece of meat, you wait for the slaughter of countless tribes of my three tribes, I have not settled this blood account with you~www.wuxiaspot.com ~You don't want to get into it!" Zu Long's voice was full of irrepressible anger.

"Ask the saints to call the shots" Yan Xuan ignored Zulong, but turned to look at Amitabha.

Amitabha twirled the rosary, and his thoughts turned: "I still need to get out, otherwise, how could there be too great a chance to show his might? I still have to create opportunities for Taiyi."

"The unicorn tribe apologizes, find the black jade unicorn, and hand it over to the gods! As for the blood feuds made by the gods, they all arise from the black unicorn, so let's just let it go! How?"

Yang Sanyang looked at King Kylin with unquestionable eyes.

The saint speaks, what can King Kylin say?

"It's not a matter for the saint to stand up for my gods, my gods will have to do it with the three clans sooner or later! This matter is not in Mo Qilin, but in the conflict between the gods and the three clans!" A divine light flickered in the distance, but saw A white light circulated and fell on the field.

Looking at the figure, the gods all showed ecstasy, and they all bowed and bowed: "I have seen the great god!"

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