One Thousand Seven Hundred and Eighty-Six. Dinghai Divine Pearl Returns to Taoism

As if splitting the sky and slicing the sea, Yan Zhaoge tore through the white flames and fire sea formed by the Buddha light of the Great Strength Bodhisattva in front of him.

"When he was in the Taixu realm before, he combined the martial arts inherited by the three branches of the Three Pure Ones and created a new unique martial art of his own. There are still traces to follow, and the source can be vaguely seen." Under the central Suobo Pagoda, Lu Ya Daojun saw Yan Zhaoge's move and frowned: "Now, there are not many clues..."

Yan Zhaoge separated the flames in the sky, stretched out one hand, and the index and middle fingers stood side by side like swords, stabbing at the Great Strength Bodhisattva.

The lotus under the feet of the Bodhisattva lifted him up and retreated to avoid it.

But Yan Zhaoge was faster. Although the lotus under the feet of the Great Strength Bodhisattva moved in the void step by step, he still saw the sword light on Yan Zhaoge's fingertips getting closer and closer to him.

The Great Strength Bodhisattva had no choice but to put his palms together and condense the infinite light body.

The endless light spread all over the four directions, and then all shrank to one point.

In front of the chest of the Bodhisattva's Dharma body, the white light condensed into a nine-petal lotus platform.

The lotus platform floated forward slowly, facing the sword light of Yan Zhaoge's fingertips.

In the void of the demonic domain, everything the lotus platform passed was burned through, forming an empty path.

The infinite light was highly condensed and compressed, forming an unimaginable high temperature, even better than the blazing flame.

The light repelled, destroyed and melted everything it encountered. The nine-petal lotus platform was both defensive and offensive, with both offensive and defensive capabilities, and it was terrifyingly powerful, facing the sword light of Yan Zhaoge.

Compared with the nine-petal lotus platform, Yan Zhaoge's sword light was like a candle in the wind, imperceptible.

But when the two sides collided with each other, the seemingly weak sword light actually pierced the nine-petal lotus platform directly!

The pierced lotus platform was no longer stable, and the condensed infinite light could not continue to gather, and began to dissipate around.

The light shone everywhere again, but it lost the previous infinite and endless artistic conception. It was less and less as it dispersed a little.

As the nine-petal lotus platform shattered, the light quickly dimmed.

The seemingly ordinary sword light, like a flame, continued to pierce the Bodhisattva Mahasthamaprapta.

"My Buddha has mercy." The ancient Buddha Randeng looked at the blood sea below, which was on the verge of drying up but still had some blood left. He sighed and chanted the Buddha's name. He once again offered the 18 Dinghai Pearls and threw them at Yan Zhaoge, intending to attack the enemy and save the enemy, and help the Bodhisattva Mahasthamaprapta out of the siege.

The five-colored hair on the Dinghai Pearl shone, dazzling the eyes and calming the soul.

Yan Zhaoge looked up at the sky and blew three breaths. Three clear airs wandered above his head, like a sea of ​​clouds.

The five-colored hair of the Dinghai Pearl was covered by the clear air and could not shine on Yan Zhaoge.

The heavy pearl, as heavy as the heavens, fell and hit Yan Zhaoge's head.

Yan Zhaoge ignored this famous treasure that killed many top powers.

The sword light flashed at his fingertips, piercing through the nine-petal lotus platform, and then he drew another sword and continued to move forward.

Mahasthamaprapta Bodhisattva wanted to dodge, but the indestructible sword light still pierced his forehead.

The Buddha's golden body, emitting bright light, was like a deflated ball.

Yan Zhaoge withdrew his fingers, and wisps of light kept falling from the wound on Mahasthamaprapta Bodhisattva's forehead.

The action of drawing the sword seemed to have drained the breath of Mahasthamaprapta Bodhisattva's life.

At the same time, Dinghaizhu hit the sky above Yan Zhaoge's head.

It seemed that Yan Zhaoge could not dodge in time, but his Niwan Palace opened at this time, and another white gas rushed into the sky.

Stimulated by this white gas, the three clear qi on Yan Zhaoge's head merged, and the three clear qi merged into one qi.

This qi changed rapidly, forming a canopy, covering Yan Zhaoge's head.

On the top of the canopy, wonderful images appeared layer by layer, like a pagoda.

At the bottom, there is chaos, blurry and indescribable, seemingly existing and nonexistent, as if the universe was not yet divided.

Above, the universe was created, and the chaotic earth, water, fire and wind were running everywhere, and the innate scene was turbulent.

When the innate five Tai and five virtues were revealed, the earth, water, fire and wind were redefined, the heaven and earth were created, and Tai Chi was divided into yin and yang, and the creation began.

That is to say, the changes of the primitive world, the birth of all living things, and the myriad scenes of the world were presented one by one.

Layer by layer, constantly upward, many wonderful images overlapped together.

In the end, the creation ended, all things died, and everything returned to nothingness.

An indescribable and indescribable point stood at the top of the canopy, looming, like a gem.

But that was not the end, but it seemed to be a brand new beginning, evolving another level of the opening of the universe and the change of creation.

From this, the cycle never stops, and the wonderful images are endless.

At the edge of the canopy, there is also endless clear air, like strips of silk ribbons, hanging down one after another.

As if the heavens were falling, the extremely overbearing Dinghai Pearl landed on the canopy above Yan Zhaoge's head, but it suddenly became silent.

The universe shrank one by one, returning to the appearance of colorful gems, as if they fell on a plate, and were steadily held up by Yan Zhaoge's canopy.

Feng Yunsheng, Peacock King, Yang Jian, and Suo Mingzhang saw this, and their eyes burst into dazzling brilliance.

Lu Ya Daojun, Nezha and others were shocked.

The ancient Buddha Ran Deng, who faced the sharp edge of Yan Zhaoge, felt even more strongly, and a huge wave was raised in his spiritual platform and heart sea, which was difficult to calm down.

As soon as he saw the canopy appear above Yan Zhaoge's head, the ancient Buddha Ran Deng felt that something was wrong.

He hurriedly tried to take back the Dinghai Pearl.

As a result, the Dinghai Pearls that fell on the canopy shook and swayed, but it was difficult to get rid of the canopy, as if they were stuck on it.

No matter how hard the ancient Buddha Ran Deng tried, the Dinghai Pearls struggled on the canopy, but they could not fly.

"This is my fate..." The ancient Buddha Ran Deng sighed to the sky.

The Dinghai Pearl that was sucked by the Huagai had no choice but to abandon it.

This treasure originally belonged to the great Shangqing Zhao Gongming, and later fell into the hands of the ancient Buddha Ran Deng for more than an era. Now it has finally returned to the hands of the Taoist orthodox lineage.

The ancient Buddha Ran Deng not only gave up the Dinghai Pearl, but also left the abyss of the blood sea and avoided it far away.

After working hard to plan the Nine Nethers for a long time, the Western Paradise of Bliss finally chose to give up.

Otherwise, before the ancient Buddha Ran Deng succeeded, all the Pure Land Buddhas, including himself, would pass away here today!

Seeing Yan Zhaoge's first ascension to Daluo, and their own success was just around the corner, the ancient Buddha Ran Deng and a group of Buddhist masters had the three thoughts of greed, anger, and ignorance, and gritted their teeth to fight Yan Zhaoge.

However, facts have proved that fluke mentality is not good.

Yan Zhaoge has been invincible all the way, sweeping all the Pure Land Buddhas!

The ancient Buddha Ran Deng and others were awakened, and they made a decisive decision to retreat.

Yan Zhaoge walked to the top of the blood sea as if nothing had happened. He looked down at the countless "卍" characters that appeared on the blood sea array below.

He wiped his palm downwards in the air, and the pure gold and glass-clear Buddha seals all disappeared.

"Donor Yan's cultivation is shocking, and we admire him." The ancient Buddha Ran Deng sighed: "But you have just ascended to Daluo. Although you are strong, you are still far from the realm of Taoism. You are walking on a path that has never been seen before. Today's situation in the Nine Netherworld is probably not suitable for you. I don't know whether you will help fellow Daoist Xuandu or fellow Daoist Nanji in the end?"