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Chapter 915 A volume of heavenly books, a lot of nonsense!(1/2)

He agreed?

Above the imperial court, in the Demon Realm, and in the secret places of the continents, the eyes that look here fluctuate, either unwilling to accept it, jealousy, or sigh.

Yes, who can refuse such a fortune?

That, it's the holy position!

From ancient times to the present, how have you ever had such a good fortune?

"Such a good fortune..."

Gautama folded his hands together and looked at the heavens.

Above the sky, the emperor's shadow stood with his hands behind his back, at the extreme of the west, his compassionate eyes fell here, and above the vast ocean of the South China Sea, the Great Dragon Gate buzzed and trembled, as if there was an supreme existence coming.

Demon Realm, Heaven Outside Heaven, Nether Ghost Country...

The will fluctuations were waving, and he looked down at this place.

There is no concealment, it is extremely grand and seems to be completely unwilling to care whether someone will be watched and discovered.

Just like the sun patrolling the sky, I never care whether I am being watched.

"oh?"

Above the Nine Heavens, Emperor Yan had no joy or sorrow, his eyes were like the sea of ​​stars with no waves in ancient wells: "I thought you wanted to refuse..."

"Who can refuse the holy throne that has only one since time immemorial?"

Gautama looked calm.

Memory and reality gradually overlap in his heart, but what overlaps is not just memory, but also things that are indescribable.

In the almost unique scene, the ‘other self’ rejected the gifts of all saints and entered Nirvana peacefully. This is great courage and great decision.

Once upon a time, he didn't feel real and could not understand why the 'another self' was not afraid of death, but he didn't have the courage to give it a try.

At this time, under the blessing of the Bodhi fruit, he saw and even touched the threshold, but gradually understood why.

If possible, who would want to leave Nirvana on the day of enlightenment?

It's just that his strength is inferior to others.

“That’s great.”

Di Yan stared at Gautama, and after a long time, he said lightly: "Do you know, what is the saint position?"

Di Yan's expression was calm, and his voice had never fluctuated any fluctuations. It still rumbling like the sound of the sky, resounding throughout the four poles of the universe, and all six and eight wildernesses can be heard.

"Holy Position..."

"Can you be so casual and let others listen?"

"Is this the demeanor of a saint? This is the saint position..."

......

Many great monks who heard this from all over the world and the four continents and even above the imperial court looked at each other and saw the shock and hope in each other's eyes.

Holy Pose!

According to ancient legend, the road to creation is long and difficult, far from being comparable to before. Only with the blessing of the holy position can one go further and become a shackle that completely transcends the world and time and space.

But even the nine Taoist sects, the five emperors of the Divine Court, the three Buddhas of Buddhism, the six demon heavens of the blood sea, and the eight emperors of the Netherworld, they don’t know what the holy position is.

At this moment, listening to Di Yan's carelessness but not caring about the sounds heard, a huge wave naturally broke out in his heart.

Excited, more doubts?

What does He want to do?

"... One fortune and one calamity are the root of heaven and earth! Life is fortune, death is the catastrophe, birth and death change, that is, the way of evolution of heaven and earth... All things have birth and death, heaven and earth have birth and death, and between origin and end, there is great horror and great fortune!"

The turbulent winds and clouds above the Nine Heavens, Di Yan held his hands behind his back, and his eyes looked at Gautama, and for the first time there was a strange fluctuation:

"All the saints have been preaching to this day, and the heaven and earth have 12,959 births and deaths, and only once can they be transformed into the 'holy position'..."

The birth and death of heaven and earth?!

The plain voice echoes in the heavens and among the thousands of mountains and valleys.

Di Yan's voice was as calm as before, but as his words flowed, all the listeners heard indescribable indifference and coldness from it.

Even, cruel!

"Are you, is that actually the case..."

Above the imperial court, Emperor Xuan shook his body, and a hint of fear and absurdity appeared in his eyes.

Does the world really have a life span?

And it's only 120,000 years?

This is a doubt that lingers in the minds of many fortunes and even the saints' great monks for countless years. No one knows whether the world really has a limit, and no one knows that the saints have opened up the world again and again.

Is it a great merit or a great sin?

But at this moment, I could hear the endless sounds echoing between the sky, and even the evil giants who killed countless times, my heart couldn't help but feel a deep chill.

"The holy position has always existed between heaven and earth..."

Di Yan slowly spread his palms, and wisps of purple light that were almost invisible to the naked eye flowed between his five fingers, reflecting his expression:

"You can take it yourself to end this period!"

"Heaven and earth are born and destroyed, and the holy position is transformed and born..."

The breeze undulates under the Bodhi tree, lifting up Gautama's wide sleeves and stroking his calm expression.

He lowered his eyelids and looked at the world from afar.

The land of the south is prosperous and popular, the land of the west is desolate but endless vitality, the continent of the east is victorious, humans and beasts are in harmony and tranquility, and the land of the north is still in a bad place, and countless people are still struggling to survive.

How many creatures are there between heaven and earth?

Only in the huge Monday of the south Zhandong, there are already many creatures far exceeding the Jingzhao. The entire Nanzhan is ten times more than this number!

And Nanzhan is only a continent.

There are countless archipelagos above the four seas, and countless stars in the starry sea.

Kakka ~

Looking at the Emperor's Shadow above the Nine Heavens and listening to the cold sound echoing between the heavens and the earth, Yang Jian's five fingers suddenly clenched, and the three-pointed two-edged sword made of the divine iron was pinched by him.

At this moment, many great monks, including Yang Jian, suddenly understood why the saints above the Nine Heavens didn't care about the secret of the holy position being heard.

You know how?

Don't know, so what?

He doesn't care at all!

Thunder, rain and dew are both heavenly grace, and development and destruction have nothing to do with you!

Ding ~

On the Nanzhan, Dazhou, and Tianqi Platform, the sound of the divine weapons falling suddenly sounded. Then, the sound of the jingling sound was made. Long Xingyi suddenly looked back, and all the magic weapons and magic weapons fell to the ground.

"You, you..."

When Long Xingyi opened his mouth, he realized that his voice became extremely hoarse, as if it was covered with rust. It was terrifying to smell it: "Pick it up, pick it up!"

"His Majesty."

A minister sighed dejectedly, with a blank expression: "That's a saint..."

"saint……"

Zeng San sighed deeply, and sadness also surged in his heart.

At this moment, mortals may be ignorant. Even if they hear the sound of the sound of the sky resounding throughout the world, they are just confused and for some reason.

But they had already heard and even saw the meaning behind this sentence.

Heaven and earth have been born and destroyed 12,959 times, so how can you care about it, more times?

"Sage, saint. Haha, haha."

On the Tianqi Platform, someone laughed terriblely. While looking at each other, the extremely desperate aura spread in the hearts of everyone.

"I……"

Looking at the ministers of the Great Zhou who were shrouded in despair, Long Xingyi felt powerless. He wanted to say something, but he had no way to say it. In the end, he sighed and lowered his high head.

His eyes fell on the buzzing and trembling, as if they were on the fearful sword.

......

Despair not only spreads in the Great Zhou.

The central area of ​​Daliang and the two great divine dynasties was also silent. In the mountains, there were hidden and unknown places, which had a undulating atmosphere, and it was completely silent at this moment.

South Zhan, East Victory, North Jia, West Congratulations...
To be continued...
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