Indian, under the tree of paradise.

The man raised his hand and held up the entire continent again. The half-body of the statue looked down at all directions.

All silent.

As the men lifted the continent higher than the clouds, the heavy rain continued to tilt down, and the cold cold began to spread. The dark tide surged, and the shadows surrounded them and began their hunting.

The owner of the Pure Land Tree fell into the sea, and those with powerful perceptions could even hear the chewing sound from the direction of the falling bird.

He collapsed and was about to kneel down, but was held up by a powerful hand.

An old man over fifty years old was wearing a golden cassock. He looked up under the heavy rain, and behind his head was a golden corona. The old man was clearly walking in the craze of heavy rain, but the cassock had no water vapor. The rainwater automatically avoided before it even fell on the old man.

"Donor, stay there." He said, looking at the black sky, his eyes shining through the clouds, and looking directly at the huge statue of the god.

At the same time, on the other side, the sea where the birds fell, the emerald-colored light flashed, and millions of eyes opened in the air, and the arrangement of these eyes was fan-shaped. Under the heavy rain, people could clearly see the huge shadow with wings spreading under the rain curtain.

The giant shadow soared into the sky and finally stopped on the mountains. The light pierced the darkness and brought warmth to the earth.

Some people in the void recite Buddhist scriptures in unison, and the sound of chanting scriptures resounded throughout the world. Those eyes-like patterns were rotating, and there was a Buddha statue sitting in each "eye". These Buddha statues who were usually closed opened their eyes and spoke to chant scriptures at this moment. It turned out that the sound of chanting scriptures that flooded the world came from here.

Tail feather from the Ming Dynasty!

One of the green feathers was holding a woman in a sleeping golden robe.

There was a terrifying scar on her abdomen, and the vitality passed wildly out of this wound. The Peacock King lowered his head slightly and carefully put the woman down. The moment he put it down, the Peacock King stared in the back with thousands of eyes wide open, and the Buddha statue in it raised his head, clasped his palms, and looked angry at the Vajra!

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The Himalayan peaks are filled with heavy snow.

A few people living in this harsh environment know that the rain from the vast sea cannot fall here.

The great god Qixue will protect this place forever, and all evil will not be contaminated.

The black rain, which symbolizes death and destruction, condenses into ice crystals, and turns into snow.

"Will the black rain turn into snow still be white?" At the top, the white lotus danced lightly, and a female figure sat on the side of the stamens. She could only see the long hair mopping the floor, and the rest could not be seen clearly.

"Feng, did you feel it?" She turned her head and looked at the divine bird standing beside her.

Pure than snow and colder than cold wind.

"They came and arrived as promised."

"This is nothing as promised." Bingfeng sneered, "A hundred years, the disaster a hundred years later has been advanced to the present, and I can't think of any way to stop them."

"You can't say that." Lianhua's tone was still very gentle.

"They are not their own. As long as they are not invisible, we have a chance. The vast sea merges into Jiuzhou. At the critical node of Jiuzhou's return to the world of heaven, the power they can send here is more than a little stronger than before. Even that person can rule a continent, transfer the creatures on the entire continent into pious people, and create a worldly Dharma image for him."

Lianhua sighed, "This is not a cross-border Dharma image, it is complete, even if it is a hypocritical image, but after all, the manipulator is that one."

She said the name word by word, "Master Chunyang Fuyou."

"It's really a foul. My reason and wisdom come from ancient mountains, and even after so long, they remember this name. The unshakable people can get this name because their power is enough to carry and cannot be shaken. But this one is called the unshakable person because this is the most powerful name in the ancestors."

Bingfeng was silent.

She knew how powerful those ancestors who had been sleeping for millions of years were, but she did not expect that Lotus gave Chun Yang Fuyou such a terrible evaluation.

"Although the power carried by each revived ancestor is huge, it is still limited. The Chengmians consume as much energy as they consume, until the power of the ancestors is not enough to destroy the cornerstone of the world's darkness. Feng, do you know that in the extreme west, they ignited the fire, and the eternal flame is known as the power of dusk."

"You know this too?" Bingfeng was shocked.

She thought it was not easy for lotus to connect the earth veins and know the affairs of Yan Kingdom and India. But she actually knew the extreme west, which was a place where Bingfeng had never been.

"Jiuzhou is sublimating. During this period, the changes in the earth's veins are very violent. I was able to know many things that I could not touch on weekdays, such as the World Tree in the West and the Golden Crown of the rebirth of the Taihang Mountains. In a sense, they are all my compatriots. But unfortunately, I learned about 'dusk', which means I lost that companion."

"That side." The shadow on the lotus pointed to the west, "It's a pity that they died. The one-eyed person who often stood on the banks of the Rhine mastered another primitive method, which was enough to tamper with fate."

"Fun...destiny?"

"Everything in the world comes from causes and effects. He can visualize it and even touch it. But because of this, he knew a long time ago that the fate of himself and the land beneath him. He often stood on the Rhine River, but only looked at it. Except for himself, only my fellow countryman knows these. He will whisper under the tree, which is his only place to speak."

Bingfeng narrowed her eyes, and this description reminded her of another creature.

There are also trees and the same power to master the worldly common sense.

"So, what exactly is 'dusk'?" she asked.

"A terrifying power." said Lianhua, "As the one-eyed man plucked the string of fate for the last time, flames fell from the starry sky, and for eternity, the gun nailed the ancestor's body, and they burned it all into the fire together, along with the trees, the earth, and all spirits."

Bingfeng shivered fiercely.

"That land... has sunk?"

"To be precise, it was burned down. As did Zu. He probably didn't expect this land to activate such a taboo power. The taboo from the secret era destroyed everything there. This is good news for us. Zu, who should have come from the west, lost his qualifications, and he could no longer lower any power to interfere with Jiuzhou." Lianhua paused for a moment, raised her head, but there seemed to be a pair of particularly clear eyes staring at Bingfeng in her blurred facial features.

"And what you are about to face is stronger than the ancestor who was destroyed in dusk. The one who brought the bone statue in the west brought by Chunyang Fuyou, but Chunyang Fuyou created a Dharma body. Under the Chunyang Sword, there are thousands of undead spirits and many saints. Even if you are just a mere incarnation, you can kill the current Jiuzhou creatures."

"He will come sooner or later, and pass by here."

"Feng, if we don't stop him, he will not draw the sword. He cherishes his strength very much. As for whether we die or live, he doesn't care at all."

"If I don't stop him, how likely is Nan Zhu's victory?"

Lotus pondered for a moment, "The ancient Indian Congress consumed some of it. The Ming King and the Golden-winged Roc were the strongest. If the heyday of Chunyang Fuyou came to ten, after Tianzhu arrived here, there would be about eight left. He would need five to destroy the cornerstone of the Netherworld."

"In other words, if I don't stop him, Nan Zhu will have to face San?"

"certainly."

Before Bingfeng could speak, Lianhua continued: "He will undoubtedly die. Besides, it is actually eight, isn't it? He needs five to destroy the cornerstone, which does not mean that he only has that little power to use."

"Where am I stopping?"

"You die, Nan Zhu dies too."

"What about me?" A voice suddenly came from the wind and snow, and a figure actually stepped through the wind and snow.

A tall and dark man with three wheels of starlight turning in his eyes. He stood there, his breath was a bit ancient.

Lianhua was stunned and immediately said, "If there is a chance, there is only one point."
Chapter completed!