The farthest Western Regions, at a very high place.

A tree.

A giant tree growing on the boundless plateau, with its dome covering the sky, and sometimes falling red and yellow leaves. But when you get close, you will find that what makes up this terrifying giant tree is not the branches of the tree, but metal, a strange substance with a shape between gold and sand and gravel.

People here call it the "Bliss Tree".

Rebirth in the Pure Land.

This tree of paradise is the residence of a noble king. Under her wings, people in the world can enjoy paradise and stay away from the troubles of the world.

With the horns of diamonds, there are radiant orbs on the top, their fire eyes flash like the sun and the moon, their steel-like mouths are like iron hooks, and their sword-like wings dance in the air.

"There are many arrogances, and they give in anger. They often get free in the golden-winged bird. There is a wishful pearl that is a garland. All things you need are self-indulgent, and everything you need is self-contained, and everything changes are all in awesome, and they will not do anything." People describe this, and their poems and verses are used to praise, so that they think that they will be selected one day and become a resident of rebirth.

She protects the people and walks through the world with the Buddha's light.

It is regarded as "the Buddha's practice in the world".

The gaps in the feathers on the wings can attach sand and gravel and resonate with the earth. When flying, they will accidentally roll up a large amount of sand and stone on the ground, like a sand river in the sky.

Hot sand and rain fell from the gaps of the feathers of the golden blade, and the places where they traveled were covered by dim sandstorms.

People call the nests they cast on are "Bliss Trees" on the iron trees in the Western Ghats.

The falling ash slices are like melon seeds, endlessly, stopping over time, and the day is about to sink, turning red and yellow.

Golden-winged Roc, Sibu Zhuo.

At this time, at the top of the Pure Land tree covered with yellow sand, huge shadows soothed the wings at will. She raised her head and looked towards the east with a golden head.

"Teacher?" the tender voice shouted. The child's body was extremely small for this penis, and even more so for this tree of paradise. But his shouting made the penis look back and his glass-like pupils looked over.

"Teacher, I felt the treasure light you mentioned just now!" The child was very excited. He closed his eyes again, wanting to recreate the previous scene in his heart.

After a long time, the child opened his eyes in a discouragement.

The original surprise seemed to be screwed up by him.

"Teacher, I didn't lie to you, I really felt it..." the child whispered.

For such a behemoth, the lines on the wings of the Peng Bird may be better than those of the children, and his voice is difficult to convey. But the Peng Bird did respond.

The voice is mixed and hoarse.

"You will do it."

"But I hope you can slow down and achieve every step of your practice to perfection."

When the child heard the response, his discouraged expression was quickly replaced by excitement, but when he was about to speak again, Pengniao had already raised his head again.

He was slightly stunned and looked in the direction facing the peng bird.

It was sunrise.

The sunlight that had passed through the wind and sand was shining on the golden wings of the peng bird, and was cut into countless gaps. A light happened to shine straight on the child's face, reflecting the red dots on his forehead.

"The country of white elephant will eventually collapse," said Pengniao.

"Is it a mother like a mother?" asked the child. He remembered that the huge white elephant had traveled thousands of miles to come here and worshipped under the Pure Land.

"She's dead."

"Master Mother is very powerful, how could she die?" The child was puzzled. He faced the east like his teacher, looking at the rising sun from afar.

What came to mind.

“Are they those practitioners from the past?”

The powerful monks encountered by all spirits do not belong to this life, and their existence should have been buried in the past. This is what the teacher once said, they are lost in the endless darkness and no longer have the power to see the way forward.

So the peng bird gave them bliss and sent them to rebirth.

In the children's impression, the mother of Elephant is very powerful. If she dies, she should have died at the hands of the ancient monk.

"Maybe not." Ke Pengniao shook his head.

"Remember my warning? On the road of cultivation, remember not to be greedy, anger, and ignorance. If one gets one, it will easily cause trouble for oneself. The white elephant is sacred in his own kingdom, but full of greed, so he finally gets the result of death, which is inevitable."

"Is this the future seen by the teacher?" the child widened his eyes.

"I can't see the future."

“But the future is based on getting now.”

The glass in the eyes of the bird reflects the rising sun.

"White elephant travels west and doesn't get what she wants, then she will go east one day."

"East……"

"Teacher, is there any living Buddha in Dongfang like you?"

"I have never been a Buddha." Pengniao replied, "This is a title given to me by the world. You should know the more accurate title used to describe our existence."

"The King of Crown."

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One hundred thousand mountains.

The morning light comes with the night fading away.

The flames are still burning.

What people see and gain are all turned into firewood in this battlefield.

The dragon shadow rises, carrying the sun.

His body winds, like an ancient totem embedded in the sun.

A day and night fight, until now.

People lost the river that protected them, and the moon-colored river became a streamer robes and covered the dragon.

Li Xi'an lowered his head and stared at the golden creature standing on the ground.

The pure land of Buddha that was opened was annihilated, the gathered aura dissipated, and the blessed land formed by pinching the tricks is the fragmented environment image now.

Yuchai Shunde concentrates his mind.

All the free spiritual energy in the air is rushing in one direction.

Maybe...it's going to end.

Walking, completely destroying the already fragmented blessed land, and appearing in front of the dragon in its most primitive posture.

Swords, guns, swords, axes.

Behind the dragon is the rising golden sun, and behind him is the cracked abyss, crisscrossing, like eyes peeking into the world from boundless darkness.

The power of a hundred thousand mountains gathered on his armor, outlining the ancient traces.

"Come on! Red Dragon!" He looked like a glaring at the King Kong, waving his sword with four arms, and the space he was in was torn apart due to its movements! The golden king snatched the dragon shadow in the sky, and his whole body was engulfed by the hot light and heat!

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Li Xi'an closed his eyes.

The world is trapped in a strange tranquility.

Jianyue River rushes, and the gorgeous moonlight is pieced together into pieces, constantly splicing and extending, like the most magnificent crystal.

"That's...what?"

People lowered their voices.

They seemed to have seen this posture before, but it was never in the living beings in this world!

The moonlight covered the new sun, and a slender shadow slowly stood up from the Jianyue River. The gauze covered the top of the head blurred its face, and the crystal branches formed an aurora-like hem. At the same time, the earth shook, and the whole world seemed to be stagnant, and every corner was filled with the breath of "her"!

Dharma image?

The bodies of the dragon and the Holy King are already huge enough, so huge that they are shockingly.

But this existence that stood up from the moonlight river is even more magnificent.

"If it is not true, can it create Dharma images?" Everyone was puzzled in their hearts, and only Yuchai, who lives in a corner, discovered the clues.

The slender goddess was not a true Dharma image, but reflected by the water flow in the Five Elements Tool. Perhaps the water flow alone was not enough, and there was also the shadow of the Dharma of the Year.

But... Yuchai Shunde looked at the magic image of the goddess wearing a veil.

This posture.

It's far from what an ordinary Machi is supposed to be.

What happened in Taihang Palace that would cause this dragon to encounter such a thing?

The beams converge.

The ancient proverbs are slowly recited, with a light tone as if they are reciting poems.

Here, people see the rising moon at the other end of the sun.

A tree soared into the sky at its original position, composed of moonlight, and the lush crown of leaves appeared crescent moons, quiet and peaceful, as if the appearance of this tree had soothed the blood and fire in the battlefield. The golden king who held all kinds of weapons and practiced all kinds of methods was swallowed up by ancient trees. The thousands of dark holes he dragged were also wiped out, and the things like eyeballs were stringed up by the branches, shattered one by one.

Then, the dragon roared.

The goddess raises her hand and holds it in a virtual way.

The moon burst out in an instant, reflecting the full moon in the sky at this moment, but it is still quiet and peaceful. The dancing light can easily remind people of the polar regions. The blooming light is so silent and beautiful, like the white dance dress of a dancer on the stage.

But a huge sense of sadness surged from the mountains, stirring up and submerged everyone.

This is a sadness that nothing can erase, and someone dies.
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