The Great Talisman

The latest website: Although the movement was big, when everyone checked, there was no sign.

No one noticed that the four main veins around Buzhou Mountain have quietly changed since then, changing their positions every day. Yu Runwu made a change in silence.

Change a little in one day, and millions of years will be the vicissitudes of life.

The Qilin King didn't fit well, and he radiated the world with his imperfect force, and wanted to dominate the entire wild land. He is the **** of the earth, and he is most sensitive to changes in the veins of the earth. He can't look at the mountains from left to right. Although he has noticed something wrong, he still doesn't know where it comes from.

"Weird! Why do I always feel that the Fuzhou Mountain Range has undergone migration and changes, but I have not been able to notice the source of the change!" King Qilin glanced at the Fuzhou Mountain Range in doubt, with a touch of contemplation in his eyes.

Not only is the Kylin King, but at this time the masters of all walks of life in the Great Wilderness are all looking towards Bu Zhou Mountain. But Bu Zhoushan was suppressed by Hou Tu, blinding the sense of heaven. Therefore, although the gods of the Great Desolation were somewhat mysterious, it was still difficult to detect the mysterious changes.

Yang Sanyang raised his head, a touch of dignity appeared in his eyes, sensing that the four auxiliary veins of Bu Zhoushan and the four large congenital arrays in the limbs of the North Turtle Prime Minister suddenly changed his eyes, and a golden thread flowed: "This is done! Prime Minister Turtle was aware of the clues, and could only sit and wait for death, unable to reverse the overall situation."

Prime Minister Turtle is trapped in Beiming. As long as he can't leave Beiming for a day, he can't get rid of the overall situation set by Yang Sanyang.

"I also hope it will be done. Everything in the future will be the same as we imagined in the deduction." Houtu's slender figure slowly appeared behind Yang Sanyang.

Yang Sanyang sighed, with a touch of dignity in his eyes, and his fingers tapped the jade belt around his waist lightly: "Don't worry about the gods, the heaven and the earth have changed, and they have begun to evolve and grow again. There are still hundreds of millions of years before the great catastrophe of heaven and earth. Enough time to find a solution! It really doesn't work, I can still ask the six great saints to force them to save you from the sea of ​​suffering."

Hearing the words, Houtu's eyes flickered, and he glanced at Yang Sanyang, did not speak, but silently walked back to Buzhou Mountain.

The deepest part of Buzhou Mountain

Mozu frowned: "Weird, Hou Tu secretly pulsed his hands and feet to the ground, what do you want to do?"

As a semi-holy, everything happened under his nose. Although he was under a seal, everything was hidden from the devil ancestor.

There was a solemn expression in the eyes of the demon ancestor: "Fu Zhoushan is related to the stability of the prehistoric universe, with great cause and effect, and great karma. What is it that Hou Tu secretly changes the faulty veins at all costs?"

Thinking about it, peeking into the long river of time, and playing with the mystery of fate, the devil ancestor was unable to detect all the mysterious changes in the aura.

"What exactly does the barbarian want to do?" The Demon Ancestor was lost in thought.

At the top of Buzhou Mountain, Houtu left, leaving Yang Sanyang alone to observe the starry sky of Buzhou Mountain, looking for a way out for the demon race.

Taiyi made a big oath and big aspiration to incorporate the world's ten thousand tribes into the demon tribe system, and got permission from heaven, but it annoyed the three tribes.

The three clans claim to be the primate of all things, how can they allow Taiyi to ride on top of his head as the uncle?

Wind and rain are overwhelming, and the three clans will never allow anyone to share their aura. This battle will inevitably lead to a victory and a life and death.

No matter who it is, even Yang Sanyang himself knows that once a conflict arises, the gods will lose.

First, the gods were the protagonists of the last calamity. They created boundless killings and had infinite karma. In the last era, they accumulated countless karma. How can they become the protagonists?

The energy of the gods of the last amount of calamity has been exhausted to the extreme, and if you want to recover, you must recuperate and regenerate.

Second, the dragon, phoenix and unicorn tribe have divided the world, seized the opportunity, and set the general trend of the heavens in this era.

The establishment of Yaozu and Tiangong in the era of Taiyi was just gathering momentum, planting seeds, and preparing for the next calamity.

"Where is the chance?" Yang Sanyang's eyes showed a solemn look: "If you can't find the chance, I'm afraid that the seeds of this amount of calamity will fall into the soil before the next calamity blooms."

Yang Sanyang closed his eyes, and the origin of the innate gossip turned to the extreme, constantly deducing the variables in the emptiness, calculating and pursuing the glimmer of life in the dark.

This stop is ten years!

After ten years of ups and downs, Yang Sanyang wore a gray soap robe, seeming to merge with Buzhou Mountain. In the midst of the emptiness, a little bit of energy flowed, and mysterious and unpredictable auras flowed indefinitely, and various visions of innate gossip evolving in his body.

In a trance, for ten years, Yang Sanyang was immersed in nothingness, and a golden light shot from the center of his eyebrows, as if he had seen the mighty river between the vast world and the earth.

The river is surging and surging, flooding the sky and the earth, and there is no limit to find the limit. In the endless river of fate, there are countless sediments. The sand is crystal clear, large or small, and every grain of sand contains all the past of a sentient being.

The longer you live, the longer the past will be reflected in the long river of fate, and the greater the sediment formed.

The life of ordinary people, reflected in the long river of time, is nothing but a small dust. The golden immortal strong man has a life span of hundreds of thousands of years, millions of years, and hundreds of millions of years. The size of the sand or pebbles formed, or turned into huge rocks, settled in the river of fate.

As for the true **** Daluo, he has transcended his fate, and the long river of fate is no longer able to reflect his past, unable to find his past and future, and find all his clues.

"Bang~"

"Bang~"

"Bang~"

Just as Yang Sanyang was immersed in the dark and felt the change of time, a mysterious and unpredictable rhythm in his body was suddenly rolled up, passed into his primordial spirit, and submerged in the jade butterfly cocoon.

The next moment, Yang Sanyang's thoughts turned, sensing the changes in his body, he couldn't help but reveal a touch of joy in his eyes: "That's it?"

Fixed territory

The Taishang Faxiang held the Congenital Supreme Treasure Taiji Diagram. At this time, the Taiji diagram turned into a yin and yang fish, swimming around the Taiqing Faxiang, suppressing all the Qi in his body.

Then I saw the infinite mystery light movement in the dantian of the Taiqing Faxiang, an earth-yellow divine light rolled up, accompanied by the magnificent preaching voice, infinite hymns descended in the dark, and a vague shadow appeared in his dantian.

"That's... a pagoda!" Yang Sanyang looked at the illusory shadow in the dantian, a golden yellow thread flowing in his eyes, turned into the light of law, directly saw through the illusion, and observed the shadow in the dantian.

It was an earthy yellow pagoda, and the mighty and infinite black and yellow gas flowed around the earthy yellow phantom, and I saw a touch of ecstasy in Yang Sanyang's eyes: "If I didn't guess wrong, this is the legendary Xuanhuang Linglong Pagoda! "

Heaven and Earth Xuanhuang Linglong Pagoda!

Looking closely at the dim outline of the pagoda, you can see that the pagoda has 33 layers, and the black and yellow air flows all over the body, making it unpredictable and unparalleled. Infinite truth and infinite auspiciousness flow in it, and there is the vision of golden lotus falling from the sky, accompanied by the vast and infinite fairy light, with an aura of suppression of heaven and earth.

"Why is the Heaven and Earth Xuanhuang Linglong Pagoda only illusory? It's like the shadow of a mirage?" Yang Sanyang's eyes wandered solemnly: "What's the use of the illusory pagoda?"

"The merits are not enough!" At this moment, Taiqing Fa spread an idea, accompanied by infinite information, and fell into Yang Sanyang's mind.

A weird look appeared in Yang Sanyang's eyes: "Xuanhuang Qi?"

The reason why the Xuanhuang Linglong Pagoda does not grind through all calamities and changes the number of disasters is because of the Xuanhuang Qi.

The Xuanhuang Qi jumped out of the Three Realms, not among the Five Elements. Born in chaos and grown in Hongmeng. Since the opening of the heavens and the earth, the heaven and the earth have no longer been enlightened. And the only way to get Xuanhuang Qi is to start with merit.

The merits have endless magical effects, and they can be transformed into the power of Xuanhuang, which can be used to worship the Pagoda of Xuanhuang merit.

Count the merits of Yang Sanyang since he descended into this world? It is simply too much to calculate!

But he consumes a lot of merit! The two plundering of the Heavenly Dao's heritage has already consumed countless fortunes of his own.

And the merits that his family had previously obtained were nothing but a drop in the bucket compared to condensing the Xuanhuang Pagoda.

Yes, it's just a drop in the bucket!

It is not easy to barely condense the embryo of a Xuanhuang Linglong pagoda, and it takes a lot of merit to condense the entity.

Now the abnormal movement of the Xuanhuang Linglong Pagoda suddenly gave Yang Sanyang an inspiration, asking him to grasp an inspiration in the dark.

"Thirty-three-story Xuanhuang Linglong Pagoda! Thirty-three-story Xuanhuang Linglong Pagoda! Thirty-three-story Xuanhuang Linglong Pagoda!"

"Thirty-three! Thirty-three! Thirty-three!" Yang Sanyang whispered ~www.wuxiaspot.com~ There was a glimmer of divine light flowing in his eyes: "It's me who wants to make a difference. Since the emperor has been born, the heaven has been established. Next, how can there be no Tiangong with him?"

In Yang Sanyang’s eyes, a round of jade pans circulated: "I wanted to go wrong! It was me who wanted to go wrong! The heavenly palace is above all living beings, jumping out of the Three Realms, not among the Five Elements. It should be a realm of my own, not in the wilderness. I am. Standing on Mount Buzhou, how can it be possible to find a heavenly palace outside the world? This is impossible! This is simply impossible!"

The light in Yang Sanyang's eyes flowed, and he raised his head to look into the distance: "Interesting! Interesting! Really interesting!"

"It turns out that the only vitality for the gods to crack the calamity lies in this heavenly palace." Yang Sanyang's thoughts flowed in his heart: "We still need to invite the emperor to come here, hold the seal of the emperor, worship the sky, and kowtow to the avenue. To be born, to find a pure land for the gods to avoid the calamity."

When the words fell, Yang Sanyang opened his eyes, his clothes fluttered, and laughed up to the sky: "Hahaha! Hahaha! The trend is coming! The gods should not be dead, and there should be a blessing of calamity. ."

(End of this chapter)