Great success and saint!

The most grand concepts, the most arrogant ideas, the most greedy extravagant desires in the era of All Saints are also the most difficult possibility to achieve.

It is the most powerful road that exists only in the conceived.

No one has completed it from ancient times to the present.

But there have been people trying.

The most recent attempter is Dezhen, the first sect of Yizhendao who just died, who wanted to replace the Taoist sect with Yizhendao, swallow the world with Jingguo, learn to return to One True, govern to One True, and be the leader of the country, and to be the leader of the country and to achieve eternal enlightenment forever.

He undoubtedly failed.

Going further forward, the three most profound and oldest Taoist sects seem to have intended to become this eternal master.

Supporting the national system was entrusted to Ji Yusu, the Emperor of Jing, and wanted to make the world settle in the city of Tianjing, and asked Wanzong to return to the Tao.

In the end, it also failed.

So has anyone ever approached this great idea in the era of all saints when it was truly proposed?

History books have not been recorded and stories are not passed down.

But today's [Notes] seems to be explaining one of the possibilities!

In the ancient times of all saints, those great practitioners and great scholars who were called "saints" seemed to have approached each other, not just imagined - in the end they seemed to have gone astray!

Forty-nine heads, each with the same facial features. They are neither beautiful nor ugly, nor unique and conspicuous. From the eyes to the nose, they all seem to come from the same mold, and the lines at the corners of the eyes and even the number of eyebrows are exactly the same.

But at the same time, you feel that they are completely different individuals.

When they each make their own voices, they are completely different. Their voices are as if there are many hands that are crazily tearing and merging your blood and soul in the depths of your mind.

The postures of these ninety-eight arms are also different. Some are raised up and forward, as if they are charging forward; some are stretched out and pulled back, as if they are inviting to sit; some are holding a book in vain, some are sucking the jade zither gracefully, some are like burning incense, and some are like tea...

Just observing these arms themselves, each arm can take you into a completely different situation, and they all have their own charm!

This is indeed a creation beyond imagination.

Even if He is so deformed!

The most holy one...

When the [Nameless] roars this claim, He does not convey it to the sound, but to expound it into the truth, resonating in everyone's skull.

Make the listener know it consciously.

It's a feeling, not just a claim.

Even if He has become such an impossible equate holy appearance, you can still feel that He has indeed moved closer in that direction.

"The most holy thing in the great success?"

Douzhao almost laughed: "You are just a weird ugly existence, you are not a human or a ghost?"

He raised the sword of heaven, and the golden light moved the sky. Since he reached the top, he had not yet truly felt his power. At this moment, his fighting spirit was vigorous, and endless delusions were circling around the blade: "If you ask the yellow relics to be used as a fixed ingredient, you will not be able to compare to a wandering vein!"

Suddenly, the three heads on the weird meat ball gradually turned towards him.

The sounds from the head are no longer confused, and they are distinguished by sharpness, viciousness and sharpness, and are gradually transmitted.

"you!"

"How dare you!"

“So rude!”

The Tianxiao Dao suddenly turned into a shiny horizontal line, and the delusion on the blade was extinguished by a look.

The power related to destruction also rushed to Dou Zhao's face.

But it was rolled up by the red dragon robe and disappeared without a trace.

Emperor Chu held the sword there, and was everywhere. It seemed that there were countless emperors wielding swords in the entire Immortal Forest. Countless emperor swords fell into the real one, held in the hands of Emperor Chu - the power of the emperor gathered into reality, the power of the emperor, life and death, and directly penetrated into one of the heads of this ugly meat ball!

"Don't waste your power easily."

Xiong Ji raised his hand, and his sword flew across his head! "Because your opponent is in front of you!"

The power of the emperor of the domineering Kingdom is like a tornado roaring in the immortal forest, causing all six directions to be silent.

Only the head that flew high up was laughing wildly in the air: "So you don't understand my existence! You-"

Bang!

Huang Weizhen reached over and caught the head, pinched it with bare hands, turned into a flesh-and-blooded bird. One five fingers, the bird flew out of the cage, spread its wings slightly, and scattered into a classic flesh-and-blood classic, words and phrases. It was like a page of blood paper hanging in the air.

Emperor Chu cuts the sword and cuts the skull, and Huang Weizhen sees the spirit and sees the truth. The two masters transcend the combat power and work together to cut the foundation of the [Nameless Man]. This movement is smooth and flowing, comparable to the cook Ding cutting a cow.

Such a strong man, as a butcher, was about to dismember such a transcendent into countless pure words.

Above the ugly meat ball, a new head was generated out of thin air.

It seemed like a sudden shot, the sword of the antelope hanging its horns, did not have a birth process, but suddenly appeared!

The head opened its mouth wide and revealed its white teeth: "I have infinite power."

Next is the second one: "Infinite..."

The third one: "Strength!"

This is not just the resurrection of flesh and blood and the restoration of the head, but the reappearance of real power. It is annihilated and reborn, erased and resurrected. It is continuous and endless!

No matter how Xiong Ji and Huang Weizhen cut it, they were stuffed at the entrance of the Abi Ghost Cave, like a huge meat ball plug, [No Nameless], always huge, always expanding, with less flesh and blood, and no less strength.

The claim of "infinite" does not seem to be false, and exaggerated modifications have become reality.

Can't kill!

The elimination of the flesh, the annihilation of power, and even the cutting of the Daoji are not enough to kill Him!

Even for His posture of stretching out his complex appearance and expanding infinite power at this moment, the effects of these damages are very limited.

"I understand you." A voice said at this time.

He spoke kindly and gentlely, like a father or mother holding a child.

The warm light is like jade, and the figure of Ksitigarbha walked out of the distant mountains of the Buddha land. The lotus bloomed step by step, as if it was from the visualized Buddha land to reality.

"I know you've done a lot...a lot."

"Old friends are like yellow leaves floating in the wind, and you are the only one who can survive the long time."

"No one can understand your ideals and ambitions, your sentiments and character in this life."

"They don't know what great ideal you once had. No one can understand what you rely on to get to where you are today."

"It's not your intention to do this, you were full of emotions about this world."

"You are really, too hard... are you tired, aren't you?"

"I see your heart, understand your will, and know your suffering."

Dizang looked kind and had compassionate eyes, and he leaned out his hand gently. That hand seemed to soothe the long mountains and seas, pushing away the eternal night, and protecting all lonely souls: "When you enter my door, you will be free from the sea of ​​suffering! Come to my seat, and you will be able to attain Bodhi forever!"

In fact, the [Nameless] wants to escape reputation in the transcendence of the urn, in addition to the three paths that He has laid a foreshadowing for a long time, there is another possible path.

That is the coroner king whom He killed himself in the confirmation session.

[Nameless] When he pretended to be Zhuge Yixian's identity, he forced himself to kill the King of Coroners after he confirmed his name, so he deliberately left a backup plan.

Of course, the Coroner King is just a door knocker. The connection between the Coroner King in Zhengxu time and space and the Coroner King in Guanlan Tian character Sanli is the door that is "possible" to be opened.

As powerful as Ksitigarbha, he could not be sure how the door would be opened, but He believed that the [Nameless] could create such an extraordinary path.

And He had already made arrangements with the coroner and king.

When the coroner escaped from the central prison, it was His work.

If [The Nameless] just wants to use the Coroner King as a way to escape, then he will just fall into His net!

Unfortunately, [The Unknown] has another choice.

I don’t know if I realized the danger or decided to take this step?

Douzhao's path is more dangerous than the path of the King of Corps. He has to face all opponents on this path, and on that path, he only needs to face Ksitigarbha. Of course, Douzhao's path is more hidden, after all, the action of [Nameless] killing the King of Corps at that time was a bit too obvious...

After all, the Immortal Forest is not a very "right" place.

But sometimes fate comes without being controlled by others.

The three transcendents fight in a melee, as powerful as Ksitigarbha, and cannot concentrate everything.

[Nameless] Escaped back to the Fallen Immortal Forest.

He can only go by fate and move with the momentum.

Now, Huang Weizhen and Xiong Ji are fighting against the infinite power of the [Nameless], which is the good time for His harvest.

This palm is not to kill the enemy and destroy the Tao, but to soothe the suffering of all living beings.

The infinite compassion is all about Bodhicitta.

I won't kill you, I understand you.
To be continued...