Chapter 4173

"In the past, the heaven fell, the Buddha went to extinction, and the demon Saint led many great saints to invade the pure land of Lingshan mountain. After this war, the Buddha died, the demon Saint lost countless pure land of Lingshan mountain, and only a few of them escaped. From then on, the Lingshan mountain was broken and disappeared!"

"The main task is to enter the pure land of Lingshan mountain to find the secret of the disappearance of many great spirits of the demon clan. 20000 Qi transportation points will be rewarded for success, and the corresponding Qi transportation points will be deducted for failure!"

"Branch mission, investigate the secret of Lingshan battle, reward nine turn gold elixir for success, deduct 5000 gas transportation points for failure!"

One month later, Zhao Fugui's jade medal for meritorious service hanging around his waist suddenly shines. When the light disappears, Zhao Fugui finds that he has left the Golden Dragon Palace and appears in a broken palace.

"This is the main hall!" Jiang Caiwei's voice suddenly rang. She looked at a broken plaque and murmured.

"The great hall? Then we have gone deep into Lingshan! " Huo Donglai looked tight and said in a deep voice, no one knows whether the Lingshan here is the real Lingshan, but even if the Lingshan here is just a projection of the real Lingshan, then it is also extremely dangerous.

No matter in any place, if it involves Lingshan, Tianting, douliugong and other places, then there is no safe place.

"This may not be the real Lingshan mountain, but it must be one of the main projections of Lingshan mountain. Those top figures will experiment with some small worlds similar to the main world in the universe, and use those small worlds to refer to the direction of time!" Ruan Lingyu said.

Buddha claims to know five hundred years before and five hundred years after. In fact, it doesn't know the upper and lower five hundred years, but can directly change the direction of the former five hundred years. It can directly exert influence in the former five hundred years.

In other words, in the five hundred years before and after this, the Buddha is no different from a real saint. The real saint has the same past and future. In the five hundred years before and after this, the Buddha is also the same past and future. It is only one step away from the real saint.

From this point of view, it is closer to the sage than Sanqing, which can also be reflected in its strength.

And some small worlds are used by these big people to refer to the future direction. After all, they are not real saints and cannot exert endless influence on the past and future.

Moreover, the reward for the investigation of the branch line mission is actually the nine turn gold elixir, which was made by Lao Jun in the Douli palace. It seems that some big people are very interested in the secrets in this projection. Maybe they can get a glimpse of some secrets of the Buddha.

"Go out and have a look!"

After searching the hall, they found that there should be nothing worthy of attention. Then Zhao Fugui said.

"Be careful!"

Ruan Lingyu, Jiang Caiwei and Huo Donglai nodded, and then a few people walked outside the main hall. Some decadent wooden doors of the main hall were slowly pushed open, and the wooden doors made a "creak" sound and were pushed open from inside.

Outside the hall, there was a strange world everywhere. Green lotus blossomed in the sky. Those green lotus loomed in the sky. Some of them even turned black. They loomed with the real green lotus in mid air, and then they collided with each other and dissipated.

"I want this day no longer to cover my eyes, this place no longer to hide my heart, all the Buddhas in the sky to dissipate, and the reincarnation of the Tathagata!"

At this time, Zhao Fugui and their ears suddenly rang out a violent drink, the voice of fury constantly echoed, as if endless.

At the same time, thirty-three days away, there are many spiritual grasses everywhere, and all kinds of immortal birds and birds are at ease. In an ordinary looking palace in the holy land of the immortal family, an old man with white hair and whiskers is sitting in front of the Bagua stove, shutting his eyes. At this time, the golden horned boy beside him suddenly stands up and looks down in disbelief.

"It's Xiniu Hezhou again!"

"Sir, it seems that someone is coming again. Do we still care?" Asked the golden horned boy in surprise.

"Let it go!"

The old man with white hair and beard didn't open his eyes at all.

"Why?"

The Golden Horn boy seemed to be puzzled.

"The catastrophe has come!"

The old man with white hair and whiskers opened his eyes and reached out to the Bagua stove. The time in the Bagua stove was in full bloom, and a bright light burst into the sky. The light seemed to rush into the endless void, and then disappeared into a dead universe.

In that universe, there is a huge treasure ship shuttling through countless wormholes. It seems that the treasure ship wants to find a new planet, but in front of the treasure ship, everything dies, and stars die. The huge treasure ship can only continue to roam and roam until endless years.

Finally, the boat lost all its power, and the "people" on it fell into a complete silence. Finally, the boat became a coffin, carrying the complete destruction of a civilization.

The treasure boat finally wanders in the dead universe, and it will never find its final destination.Looking back on time, the Golden Horn boy saw countless planets in the universe. There are countless civilizations on those planets. Some of them are extremely primitive, and they are still drinking blood. Some of them have already been able to cross the river of stars. Some of them are protected by gods, but some of them have produced some strange and ugly creatures. They are like star locusts, devouring and destroying one after another One planet, one civilization after another.

However, as time goes on, the civilizations in the universe will soon become less and less, and a few existing civilizations will become more and more primitive. Some weeks ago, life is being bred, and some of the most primitive gods of civilization begin to appear. As time goes on, time finally returns to its original origin.

There is not even a long river of time here. Time can no longer be traced back. There is only one point left here, but this point contains the terrible and extreme power of chaos. Perhaps at this time, no one will think that time will move from disorder here to order, and finally from order to disorder. This may also be a cycle.

When the old man with white hair and whiskers reaches out his hand, this "point" falls into the Bagua furnace again. In the past, now and in the future, everything in a universe has been put into the Bagua furnace, and finally it is in the end.

Then the lid of the Bagua stove fell down and something appeared inside. It shook the Bagua stove to the left and right. Then a golden bridge flew out of the old man's hand and crushed the Dan stove.