Open up the world in Journey to the West

Chapter 218: Blocked under the way of heaven, waiting for the resurrection of the saint
Five saints fell, and the avenues intertwined and hovered above the ancient starry sky.

In the sky, a beam of light as big as the mouth of a bowl descended.

The ancient wilderness was scattered and upside down, dark clouds and auspicious clouds gathered together, and the roaring thunder resounded throughout the world.

Colorful divine lights gathered directly above, and the avenues spiraled and intertwined.

The light converges wirelessly, and above it, the light shines on the auspicious clouds and is refracted into various divine lights.

The avenue of myths becomes more and more dazzling all around.

This beam of light stretches across and covers the entire world.

Suddenly, there was a sound of thunder above.

Rumble.

There were five consecutive thunders. The moment the thunder landed, the atmosphere on the ancient stars changed.

The intricate avenues are intertwined with each other, and the clouds in the sky are constantly changing.

The oppressive breath hit my face, and the strong wind swept across the prehistoric time.

Affected by the wind, all the great supernatural beings and gods in the universe use their inner golden light to protect their bodies.

call.
The wind was howling, and even though it was surrounded by avenues, the sound of the wind could still be heard.

The wind and rain are about to destroy it, this is the sign from the sky.

On the Pangu Temple, the two saints Chang Xi Empress and Hou Tu Empress carefully stared at the world.

The two saints were surrounded by golden light, which reflected on the outside of the netherworld and acted as a hindrance.

Avoid the underworld being affected by wind and thunder.

A vision of the starry sky, an indescribable avenue appeared above the prehistoric world.

The halo is getting brighter and brighter.

Su Zian flew forward and immediately sat cross-legged, sitting under him.

Slowly, the avenue of myths stained on Qingyi's body surrounds his body.

The Door to Eternal Life hovers overhead.

The saint's soul is placed in the way of heaven, and the surrounding aura surges.

The saint was suppressed and killed, and various visions appeared in the ancient world.

The first vision comes.

Blood-red raindrops fell all over the sky, and the clouds in the sky turned red.

The rain of blood struck and instantly enveloped the entire prehistoric world.

The Chaos Bead in the hand of Empress Chang Xi.Constantly changing.

His own breath was released subconsciously to resist the rain of blood.

The avenue of mythology lingers around him.

The avenue blocks the rain of blood.

The Netherworld is based on compassion.

Empress Houtu behaves in a righteous way.

He felt compassion for the common people, so much so that the aura displayed by the underworld was enough to overwhelm people.

If the compassion of heaven and the underworld are intertwined.

Disruption is bound to occur.

"Compassion for all things, God's will."

As soon as Queen Houtu said these words, she closed her eyes tightly.

Western Lingshan.

The great avenue of Buddhism lingers outside it, and all the Buddhas on the golden hall are looking outside.

Along with the Buddha's sound, a burst of rain came from above.

Raindrops as red as blood wash down.

God showed mercy, and the incarnations of the five saints of heaven were suppressed and killed.

"Amitabha, Amitabha Buddha."

The Buddhas stood on the lotuses, their brows and eyes filled with mournful cries as blood rained down from the sky.

"The five saints of heaven move heaven and earth. All of us practitioners are heartbroken. If the young man in green kills the saint, he will violate the wrath of heaven, the wrath of humans, and the wrath of gods."

An ethereal voice appeared above the Golden Palace.

Wan Zun Bodhisattva is indeed dissatisfied with Su Zian, but there is nothing he can do about it.

With their saintly cultivation, it would be difficult for them to take action against Su Zian.

Blood rain fell from above, and after falling, it entered the nine states of the human race.

The ancient creatures were hit by the rain of blood, and their souls instantly seemed to be sucked away, and their faces were filled with tears.

In Jilei Mountain, the four demon gods have detected everything that appears in the ancient stars.

And the blood rain came one after another from the sky.

Bai Ze roared and immediately sat down and fell into meditation.

"The rain of blood will make those who have not practiced grief, and fellow Taoists who are practicing will be eroded in their souls. Grief is the impact of the will of heaven."

See if the prehistoric creatures are still in the way of heaven.

In other words, control.

Compassion for the saint, the saint has attained enlightenment.

Tens of thousands of little demons gathered here.

With the power of the four demon gods and the light of the little demons themselves, several rays of light gathered together and became one.

Bai Ze tried to see clearly the appearance of the light spots on the ancient stars.

"Tsing Yi Fairy!"

It was Su Zian who fell into concentration at the spot of light.

Su Zian did not fortify his surroundings, and the Mythical Avenue had avoided all the actions that the disciples of the Five Saints wanted to do.

Anyone who approaches him with murderous intent will be killed directly.

Under the saints, there is only the wealth of ants.

Not even their master could defeat Su Zian, let alone them.

An atmosphere of sadness ripples from the human race's nine states.

Above the prehistoric starry sky, fourteen mythological immortals stand tall.

The mythical Dao fruits on the heads of the seven great supernatural powers are all circling.

Although the golden light and avenue around them can protect their bodies, the blood rain approaching can make them feel heartbroken.

Queen Mother Xi reached out and touched the blood rain, and a tear appeared in the corner of her eyes.

Immediately afterwards, as the blood rain fell, a second vision appeared.

When the saint falls, the world grieves together.

There was a buzzing sound in the mountains and rivers, and the world was like a hollow cry, and the mountains and rivers were moved.

The resulting shock caused the entire prehistoric period to shake.

The aura of sadness poured into the prehistoric world layer by layer.

The all-encompassing world fell into silence at this moment.

The sound of grief spread from top to bottom, throughout the mountains and rivers.

The stars were forced to move out of the way, and the stars in the sky disappeared without a trace, more like being covered by sadness.

The sky and the earth are in sorrow, the sun and the moon change, and they overlap hundreds of millions of times in one breath.

Sadness, lots of sadness.

Extremely sad.

The prehistoric world turned gray.

A color like ashes enveloped the entire wilderness.

The Taoist disciples of the saint knelt down one after another.

Looking down from the stars, one could see a dense mass of people kneeling to bid farewell to their master.

A disciple of the Taoist lineage of Yuqing Yuanshi Tianzun, a disciple of Laozi Taoism of Taiqing Dynasty, and a disciple of the Taoist lineage of Nuwa Empress. They knelt down and buckled their heads, looking very pious.

"Sad."

The voices intertwined and echoed in the prehistoric world.

The saint was killed, but as disciples they were unable to do anything to punish the murderer. The saint could not come back, and multiple lamentations were added together.

"Send to Yuqing Yuanshi Tianzun for his death."

"Presented to the death of Empress Nuwa."

"Send to Taiqing Laozi for his death."

"Send it to lead the Taoist to his death."

"Send to Taoist Zhunti for his death."

The light suddenly enveloped them.

This is the second vision from heaven.

In the earthly immortal world, there is nothing but a mournful sound.

Disciples of Buddhism and Taoism use their own practice to ignite the light.

Light gathered above its head.

Countless lights moved upward like stars, and the starlight in the sky swaggered across the entire ancient world.

Above the sky, the light below is reflected.

The light was filled with screams.The sadness that stretches for billions of miles, the clouds turned into dark clouds, and the dark clouds were torn apart.

Above the dark clouds, there is a black shroud.

The sight was so overwhelming that people were literally breathless.

Sun Wukong jumped his feet lively.

He pushed his own mythical avenue to the outer edge, not wanting to be contaminated by the sorrow of this world.

The same is true for the other thirteen mythological immortals.

Everyone works together to run the avenue, and the inner laws are as solid as a rock. The avenue stretches outwards, blocking sorrow.

They stand among the stars with expressionless faces.

The compassion of the seven great supernatural powers came to my ears.

Signs appeared again in the sky, and heavenly visions appeared again.

The third vision followed one after another.

The color of the sky changed, and all the stars in the sky had no destination.

The swaying stars seemed to be falling.

Cries instantly appeared throughout the entire world.

All things cry together!

The sound of crying resounded throughout heaven and earth.

Just like induction, all living things between heaven and earth are filled with compassion, and even the mysterious law has this layer added to it.

Even Master Xuandu shed tears.

The Buddhas in Lingshan sped up their chanting of the Buddha's words, and similarly, in the Golden Palace, their images also shed tears.

The golden light surrounding Xitianling Mountain has been replaced by crying.

Reciting Buddhist sutras turns into the sound of crying.

Without the blessing of the Buddha's sound and the Buddha's Dharma, the Buddha's light instantly became weak.

The entire Lingshan Mountain was more like a burnt-out incense burner.

The tears left by the ten thousand Buddhas above the Golden Temple gathered together.

The tears gathered into a ball and flew directly to the center.

The Buddha wept, his compassion was boundless.

The remaining tears fell on the lotus, and the tears disappeared, and the divine light reflected by the lotus became brighter and brighter.

As a bell rang, the ball of water gathered by tears floated outwards under the protection of the Dharma Avenue.

Golden light filled the outside of the water ball until it dissipated on the Lingshan Mountain.

In the ancient world, all the immortals mourned spontaneously.

Tears wetted his clothes, his cries were heartbreaking, and he stopped in front of the compassion.

Compassion with heaven and earth.

Su Zian looked at everything that emerged between heaven and earth, and his determination to meditate under the way of heaven was not shaken at all.

He will wait for the saint to appear again in the heaven, and the saint will be born from the heaven.

As long as the soul in the chaos is still there, it will not disappear.

This is the cultivation of a saint.

endless.

The door of eternal life above your head has never been moved.

Also in the compassionate atmosphere of heaven, all creatures in the wild are extremely sad.

Miserable and miserable.

But when the seven great powers set their sights on Su Zian, they were shocked by the appearance of the green-robed immortal in front of them.

Su Zian was not affected by the arrival of the three visions at all.

Visions descend from the sky, saints fall, all things are pitiful, rivers, lakes and seas all stop flowing, only mourning and phantom movement, everything else is still.

On the other hand, Su Zian's aura was stable, and the blood rain couldn't even get close to him. The Avenue of Myths had blocked it out.

There is even a slight curvature at the corner of the mouth, which is disrespectful to the saint, blasphemous, and a sign of lawlessness.

"He is so arrogant!"

Duke Dongwang couldn't suppress the shock in his heart when he saw what Su Zian did.

He killed five saints and still sat like a bell!
Everything weeps, even if there are no tears, the mood is low.

I'm afraid that in the world, only the immortal in green in front of me has such an expression.

He is the instigator.

Everything that appeared in the prehistoric starry sky was also clearly detected by the Buddhas in the Western Lingshan Mountain.

The sound of Buddha resounds in the golden wheel.

The sound of Buddha surrounds me and comes out in waves.

Mixed with the sound of the Buddha, there is also the joyful change of the Buddha's practice of male love and female love.

Long-eared Dingguang Immortal said: "The Qingyi Immortal's move killed five saints at the same time. All the creatures in the ancient world are pitiful. How can he be so arrogant? Is it possible? There is really no opponent for him in the world." Yet?"

Incredibly arrogant.

It's so scary.

No one dares to approach Qingyi Xian.

Among the five saints, Taoist Jingyin and Taoist Zhunti are senior Buddhists.

As the descendant disciples of the two saints, they should be angry that the saints were suppressed and killed.

But he dared not speak out in anger.

"Accepting the Taoist, and mentioning the Taoist, I'm so sorry."

Reciting the names of the two people is more like a kind of memorial ceremony.

The speed of reciting Buddhist scriptures has increased, and the light of the Buddha's Dharma has gradually weakened. On the outside of the Dharma, there is intertwined with the light of the Buddha.

Fourteen mythological immortals stand on top of the stars.

"Senior is so powerful."

The Dragon King of the East China Sea praised.

Regarding the Gate of Eternal Life, or the secret technique of the Gate of Eternal Life, as a practitioner who follows Su Zian, I should naturally be on Su Zian's side.

The mythical Taoist fruit on his head trembled with the sound of speaking.

Of course, he was also immersed in the shock of Su Zian killing the saint.

"Senior was not disturbed by the triple vision."

Sun Wukong's words were like a burst of thunder, striking directly on the ancient stars.

The threefold vision is the lamentation of heaven over the death of the saint.

Everything is crying. In the nine states of the human race, those who were hit by the rain of blood seemed to have suffered great injustice.

Their compassionate voices can be heard on the ancient stars.

Sadness to the bones, pain to the heart.

The river was raging.

The light surrounding the heaven and earth is getting weaker and weaker.

The mythical Dao fruits on the heads of the seven great supernatural powers flickered on and off.

As a Taoist disciple of Taiqing Laozi, Master Xuandu has the greatest compassion.

His eyes were red and really scary.

And the laws in his heart were unpredictable at this moment.

There have been tens of thousands of exchanges, changes in laws, changes in the avenues, and changes in the aura around Master Xuandu.

Guangchengzi couldn't bear it, Qingyi Xian did this in public.

Su Zian sat cross-legged under the beam, looking really angry.

Grief and anger are intertwined, and Guangchengzi calms down his own laws.

"The young man in green is so arrogant that he is too arrogant."

Guangchengzi's voice is cold and cold, which is the courage of a person who has achieved enlightenment.

The vast world is suspended above his head, and outside the vast world is the mythical Taoist Fruit.

"Don't be arrogant. I'm just letting you do whatever you want between heaven and earth. This is the greatest disrespect in practice. Let me give you an explanation for the five saints."

Guangchengzi's angry denunciations filled the entire prehistoric period.

West Tianling Mountain.

All the ten thousand Buddhas in the Golden Temple heard Guangchengzi's righteous and awe-inspiring words.

"Could it be that Guangchengzi is going to take action?"

The anticipation, hope, and shock are all vividly displayed at this moment.

However, none of the five saints were able to kill the young man in green. How could this be possible with just one great supernatural power?

"Let's take a look."

Golden light appeared on Guang Chengzi's body among the ancient stars.

Surrounded by thousands of avenues, he said again at this time: "I want to report this matter to Chaos. Please ask Taoist Hongjun to make the decision and make the decision for the creatures in the wild!"

A muddy voice became increasingly ethereal.

In the space between heaven and earth where the seven great supernatural beings are located, Guangchengzi has left.

(End of this chapter)