Honghuang: Rebirth of Lingzhu, I am the leader of the West

Spiritual platform Fangcun Mountain, Xieyue Sanxing Cave.

Moyan didn’t know what was going on in the three realms and how the saints would react. He forgot everything and immersed himself in cultivation.

When the outer demon calamity came, the opportunity he had been waiting for suddenly came. Moyan communicated with the way of heaven and only then knew.

Buddha and demons coexist, and Buddha and demons counteract each other.

The day when the demon calamity came was also the day when he attacked Hunyuan.

The demon calamity lasted for thirty-three years, and he only had thirty-three days to attack the realm of Hunyuan Daluo Jinxian. If he missed this opportunity, he would have to wait for endless years, waiting for the Buddhist sect to flourish again, before there would be a glimmer of hope.

In other words, in addition to the test of heaven and earth, there was also the human calamity in the Hunyuan calamity, and the demon calamity was his human calamity.

If he could not face the challenge, his heart would be covered with dust, and he would only waste his time, and wait for the opportunity that was so weak and tiny that even saints could not see it.

Moyan had a firm heart and strong will, and had been waiting for this moment to come. Even if he knew there was a tiger in the mountain, he would go to the tiger mountain.

The opportunity cannot be missed, and the time will not come again.

He immediately calmed down and concentrated his mind, and after the outer demon occupied Lingshan, he took back the three corpses and made them truly and thoroughly merged.

In the three-foot void above his head, a huge relic bloomed with infinite Buddha light, illuminating the millions of mountains and rivers of Lingtai Mountain. Inside the relic, there were colorful colors, and the three paths of Buddha, Demon and Xuan stood side by side, releasing infinite Taoism.

The Taoist Qingjing twisted his fingers and smiled, and turned into a white lotus.

The demon lord Poxun stood with his hands behind his back and turned into a black lotus.

Shakyamuni sat cross-legged and turned into a golden lotus.

The three ninth-grade lotuses evolved into grand images of the Xuanmen Qingyun, the Demonic Dao River, and the Buddhist Relics. Because of the mysterious connection between the three lotuses, they exuded a sense of the same origin.

As Moyan pinched the Dao formula, the long river of the free Dao appeared. The three lotuses were drawn and fell into the long river. As the long river rushed, they kept rotating and approaching. The trajectory was mysterious and indescribable, evolving the supreme inaction of Buddhism.

In front of this law, all active laws are like a dream bubble. The three lotuses showed their own style and merged with each other. Although this process was tortuous, fortunately, the three had merged more than half 30,000 years ago.

During the 30,000 years of the prosperity of Buddhism, the three lotuses merged more than half and more than half again. Today, there is only a slight difference.

That’s why they were able to work together to set up a formation and temporarily trap the demon Luo who carried the great power of the Heavenly Dao. Now, Mo Yan’s step was particularly smooth, and the three corpses soon merged completely.

The three corpses disappeared, and the three lotuses disappeared. The long river of the Free Dao shook violently, and the river water churned and surged towards the surroundings. A huge green lotus broke out of the water.

The long river of the Dao began to transform with the green lotus.

Every drop of the water of the Dao began to split into hundreds, thousands, and tens of thousands of drops, becoming extremely vast and majestic.

Every law of water began to evolve towards rules, and the green lotus also increased from the ninth grade to the tenth grade, the eleventh grade, and the twelfth grade.

Under the nourishment of the three corpses and the long river of the Dao, the green lotus even advanced to the thirteenth grade, and the aura on Mo Yan gradually became unfathomable.

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At the same time, great changes also took place on the main body.

After 30,000 years of development, a large number of intelligent creatures have been born in the Middle Thousand Worlds, and the three paths of creatures, heaven, earth and man, each follow their own path.

The gods in the heavenly court run the stars on behalf of the heavens, regulate the climate of the four seasons, and have the laws of the rising and setting of the sun and the setting of the moon, and the change of the four seasons.

The gods in the Nine Netherworlds nurture the mountains and rivers and all things on behalf of the earth, sort out the cycle of life and death, and have the order of yin and yang, rewarding good and punishing evil.

The creatures on earth multiply and thrive, and under the leadership of the elves, they follow the natural truth to practice and inherit, presenting a scene of coexistence of all races.

Accumulated for 30,000 years!

Accumulated for 30,000 years!

Dormant for 30,000 years!

On this day, the Middle Thousand Worlds erupted like a volcanic eruption.

The whole world is filled with rich spiritual energy, the creation increases sharply, the earth veins grow wildly, the world is expanding, and the mountains, rivers and rivers are increasing in number and size.

Above the sky, the stars are shining.

In the depths of the Nine Netherworld, the underworld is shining.

In the depths of the forest, the tree of life is shining.

Everything is growing and changing.

The gods of heaven are doing their best to help the world evolve.

The gods of the Nine Netherworld are also working hard to assist the operation of heaven and earth.

The elves and immortals are not to be outdone, sorting out the spiritual power of mountains and rivers.

The origin of heaven and earth is growing, and the world level is rising.

The middle thousand world is madly advancing towards the great thousand world.

In the third floor of the bamboo building, in the quiet room.

A golden wheel of merit appeared behind Mo Yan, and he began to refine it madly, using it as a boost to break through the bottleneck of Hunyuan Daluo Jinxian.

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This bottleneck is like a wide abyss that is endless, and you can't see where the other end is at all.

Merit is the medium. We start to build a bridge on this side. Whether we can reach the other side and cross this abyss depends on whether Mo Yan has accumulated enough merit.

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Mayflies are born in the morning and die in the evening, while cicadas are born in summer and die in autumn.

Thirty-three years may be very long for some short-lived creatures, like eternity; for mortals, it is like half a life, but for practitioners in the Three Realms, especially the great powers of heaven and earth, it is just a blink of an eye.

At least under normal circumstances.

But now the situation is different. The extraterritorial demonic calamity has come, and the demons in the Three Realms are rampant. The major forces can only barely protect themselves, while the small and medium forces are worried and insecure. Even the Golden Immortals are worried and live every day like years.

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Even the outer demons are like this. They have too many missions to complete. Even a strong man like Mo Luo feels a lot of pressure because of Mo Yan and the forces of the Three Realms. He has to plan for the outer demon world, consider his own path, suppress all parties, prevent them from making trouble, and put out fires everywhere in the Three Realms.

Even Hongjun Daozu and the Five Saints of the Heavenly Dao are a little tired. Pangu's obsession should not be underestimated. They are always on guard, which also takes a lot of effort.The consumption of energy every moment is extremely huge.

Moyan also lives a life like a year. It is not easy to break through the realm of Hunyuan Jinxian. Every step he takes is like walking on a tightrope on a cliff. If he makes a mistake, he will fail and never recover.

Even with his foundation of three kinds of Taoism, he is cautious and strives to take every step very steadily.

Halfway through the thirty-three years, Moyan's aura is getting closer and closer to that of a saint. The specific identification is somewhat specious. It is not so sacred, without the power of heaven, but it is supreme, noble and high.

This is the aura that belongs to Hunyuan Daluo Jinxian.

It means that Moyan is about to cross that threshold.

The whole Lingtai Mountain is filled with the atmosphere of the great Dao, lotus fills the universe, bamboo forest grows in the void, purple air fills the sky, Sanskrit sounds are born in the void, and the Buddha's light shines on the world.

This strange phenomenon initially lingered only in Lingtai Mountain, but later spread from it to the Lingtai Dharma Realm, and then spread outside the realm, covering the entire Western Ding.