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With the big hand of the Mingguang Ancestor Buddha, the true spirit of Huang Yan Tianjun suddenly flowed into his body.

At this moment, the Buddha's face, which had just appeared blurred, became clearer and clearer.

He raised his hand gently, and a glossy halo appeared on his fingertips.

But with the irresistible pressure of the heavenly way, it instantly enveloped the entire bright light world.

"You steal the power of the way of heaven and parasitize me, and you will be punished today."

The voice of the ancestor Buddha of Mingguang was like a bell, shaking the heaven and earth.

Before he finished speaking, the world suddenly became quiet.

Immediately afterwards, countless monks shrouded by countless light columns actually felt that their own power began to be lost.

"No! Ancestor Buddha spared life!" A God of Creation roared in horror, and his Dharma body collapsed inch by inch inch by light column, turning into starlight.

However, before his begging for mercy could be heard, it was crushed by the power of the heavenly way.

Gao Qiong Tianjun was shocked and puzzled at this moment. He wanted to crack the second set of the gap in the long river of time, but found that the surrounding time and space had long been blocked by the way of heaven.

As soon as his divine thoughts touched the crack in the void, they were pulled back by the huge force that came from nowhere.

Even a heavenly king like him can only sit and wait for death when facing the power of the heavenly way.

At this time, countless monks in the divine realm were full of despair.

They could only watch their bodies and souls disappear, and the true spirit was stripped away and fell into the palm of the Mingguang Ancestor Buddha.

Between the heaven and earth, wailing sounds one after another, but they returned to silence in an instant.

At this moment, all the monks in the Mingguang Realm above the divine realm have turned into eternal prisoners.

All their bodies and souls were destroyed and turned into part of the heavenly way, while the true spirit was imprisoned in the heavenly way.

The ancestor Buddha of Mingguang lowered his head and stared at his palm, a hint of sarcasm flashed in his eyes: "A mere ants dare to covet the power of the way of heaven."

He clenched his fist gently, and the true spirit in his palm suddenly let out a shrill cry, but he could not shake the law of heaven at all.

The next moment, the eyes of the ancestor Buddha of Mingguang were turned to the long river of time.

His eyes reflected endless years, as if he could see through the past and the future.

He raised his hand and waved it, and the long river of time suddenly boiled.

A faint and invisible crack appeared from the past that was far away.

If this crack lasts for a long time, a "tributary" will emerge in the long river of time.

"My realm, time and space should be my master!"

Countless Buddha lights ignited in the palm of the Mingguang Ancestor Buddha’s hand and merged into that tributary of time.

His voice echoed between heaven and earth for a long time: "From then on, there is no more stolen Tao in my realm, but the way of heaven is eternal."

In an instant, the moment when the bright light realm falls into the tributary of time,

Thousands of karma and effect threads suddenly broke, and the rules of the world began to collapse.

The ten thousand-year-old snow at the top of the highest peak suddenly bloomed in bloody Udumbara, and magma flowed out from the bottom of the deepest sea.

On the tributaries of time, countless bubbles of light and shadow appear,

And each bubble is surrounded by a tampered history in the Mingguang Realm.

At this moment, the bright light realm is both collapse and expanding, and time seems to be regressing and moving forward.

The deceased cannot die, and the fetus cannot be born in the abdomen.

Under the Bodhi tree, monks are performing two rituals: ordaining and passing away at the same time.

The thousands of years of ice layer switches repeatedly between melting and solidification.

The murals engraved with Buddha are now turning into scenes of demons dancing around.

The universe light representing the tributary of the bright light realm is gradually becoming clear at this moment.

All the countless years of past events hidden in it began to disappear.

The eyes of countless people began to appear empty.

They forgot the past, the past, and even who they are.

A trace of golden blood flowed out of the corner of the mouth of the ancestor Buddha of Mingguang, which dripped down and turned into hot relics, scalding holes into the void.

He could feel that there seemed to be a fierce wave coming from the long river of time.

If I cannot hold on at this moment, the Mingguang Realm will also turn back to the past and I will turn into the unconscious way of heaven again.

In an instant, when the first wave of universe light hit, several monks suddenly appeared in the bright light realm.

They are not outsiders, but have disappeared, but they are the God of Creation born in the Mingguang Realm.

The ancestor of Mingguang suddenly raised his hand and then slapped it.

His arms penetrated into the long river of time, and Buddha's eyes glared in the palm of each arm.

Wherever the Buddha's light shines, the chaotic time and space melt like boiling water pouring snow.

Before He had completely suppressed it, a second wave came again.

Countless dead energy poured out from the long river of time and completely overturned into the bright light realm.

The vertical pupils of the ancestor Mingguang Buddha's eyebrows were cracked.

Ninety-nine eighty-one Buddha lights shot out from his pupils, nailing into the depths of the underworld.

Suddenly, a rotten Buddha corpse that was exactly the same as himself appeared in the underworld as if it was a response.

That is the incarnation of the heavenly way of extinction on a certain timeline in the future, and is now forcibly summoned as a suppression anchor.

The moment the rotten corpse Buddha corpse and his palms were in contact, countless dead auras instantly turned into inspiration and nourished the world.

But the most terrifying thing is the third wave that is about to hit at this moment.

In an instant, the invisible karma fire suddenly ignited from his body and soul.

The figure of the thief of the Taoist stolen in the fire was frantically gnawing on his merits.

In the deepest part, Chu Junyin's sneer could even be vaguely seen, and he was still polluting the foundation of the world at this moment.

"Town!" The ancestor Buddha shouted angrily, and the rules turned into a pagoda and fell down everywhere in the Mingguang Realm.

Each of these pagodas reflects a revised history and forcibly sews the fragments of the riot.

But the cost of doing this is also revealed.

When the tides formed by the third wave of the universe are pressed back to the riverbed,

The body of the Mingguang Ancestor Buddha was covered with wounds, and what was leaked from the wound was not blood, but strange bronze rust.

Those are the backlash of the long river of time, and every rust spot is eroding the future life span of heaven.

At this moment, the mountains and rivers are still the same, and the rivers are as old as before, but there is less noisy and more tranquility.

All beings are ignorant, not knowing the past, and not even knowing the future.

At this moment, countless people in the bright light world raised their heads and looked at the sky.

The sky is no different at this moment, but the whole feeling is completely refreshed.

The eyes of the ancestor Mingguang Buddha changed, and he had already felt the price of forcibly splitting the long river of time.

The ultimate stable bright light world, the surface of the earth is covered with folds.

Every fold is a compressed century of time.

In other words, the time when the Ming Light Realm originally existed has been compressed a hundred times.

The Dharma image of the ancestor Buddha always hangs high in the sky, suppressing the tributary riots in controllable cracks at the cost of the constantly peeling gold body.

The Sanskrit word for moldy spots emerged from the base of His Dharma body. If you look closely, it is the concrete image of the four kalpa cycle of "formation, existence, destruction and emptiness". This is the price of suppression.

At this moment, although the Mingguang Realm exists, it is like a serious patient who is about to die.

In the void, the figure of the ancestor Buddha of Mingguang was as clear as glass.

Under His foot, every step is ripples, wherever the ripples pass,

The void condenses into gold foil, and chaos turns into Buddha's land.

This is a sign that He has stepped into the half-step path fruit.

Every action represents the manifestation of "Tao".

"And bugs..."

The ancestor Buddha's eyes were like torches, penetrating layers of time and space, locking on the countless blood vessels hidden in the bright light realm.

These blood vessels all exist in invisible fields, and even if they exist like this, they were negligent.

And this is the power that Chu Junyin has just gained after he has completely stepped into tailoring.

At this moment, these blood vessels have become the cause and effect line left by Chu Junyin.

These blood vessels are as clearly visible as spider webs in the eyes of the Mingguang Ancestor Buddha.

"There is another bug...escape from the realm..."

"The blood of the food is even more important than other monks... and they are connected to the external demons... You deserve to die!"

"But... do you think that hiding in cause and effect can escape my hunting?"

His palm slowly spread out, and infinite Buddha light flowed from his fingertips, turning into a long glass sword.

The sword tip trembled slightly, making a crisp Sanskrit sound.

The sound penetrated the void and reached every corner of the bright light realm.

Wherever the sword light passed, the blood vessels disintegrated inch by inch, turning into starlight, dissipating invisible.

"Cause and effect should be paid, and blood debt should be paid for blood."

No mistakes, one song, one content, one in 6, one book, one bar, one reading!

The voice of the ancestor Buddha of Mingguang is cold and ruthless, and the sword tip points to the will of the way of heaven.

The material energy absorbed by those cut off blood vessels was returned to the world in an instant.

At the same time, these blood vessels were stained with the cause and effect of Chu Junyin, turning into threads of silk threads, floating towards the palm of the Mingguang Ancestor Buddha.

His eyes penetrated the layers of voids and followed Chu Junyin's traces.

However, Chu Junyin's figure was like a mud cow entering the sea, disappearing without a trace.

The brows of the ancestor Mingguang frowned slightly, and a trace of doubt flashed in his eyes.

"Can you avoid the hunting of the Heavenly Way?"

There was a hint of surprise in His voice, but more of a cold disdain.

With a light flash of His fingertips, countless pictures suddenly appeared in the void.

In those scenes, there are Chu Junyin's past, his cause and effect, and his plan.

However, no matter how Mingguang Ancestor Buddha deduces, Chu Junyin's figure can never be locked.

The causal line about him seemed to be cut off by some force and disappeared at the end of the void.

"Maha Realm..."

The voice of the ancestor Buddha of Mingguang was low, and a hint of coldness flashed in his eyes.

He finally understood that Chu Junyin was not hiding in cause and effect, but had escaped into the Maha Realm.

"Do you think you can escape by hiding into the Maha Realm?"

"There will be retribution in the cycle of cause and effect."

In the void, the figure of the ancestor Buddha of Mingguang completely disappeared.

However, the cold pressure of the heavenly way still enveloped the entire bright light world.

Although Chu Junyin's traces have disappeared, the hunting of the Mingguang Ancestor Buddha has not ended.

In the Maha Realm, there is a water mirror in front of Xie Que and Chu Junyin.

And at the moment when the Mingguang Realm was completely pulled into the tributary of the Long River of Time, everything the two could see just now disappeared.

There was a sudden silence in the water mirror, but a fire lit up the next moment.

Due to the confusion of time in the Mingguang Realm, no matter how long the Mingguang Ancestor Buddha stayed in the Mingguang Realm, it was just a moment for the present world, time and space.

Xie Que saw that the Buddha fire in the palm of the Mingguang Ancestor Buddha condensed into a lotus lantern.

The lotus lantern also reflected his appearance and Chu Junyin.

Xie Que immediately took action and directly shattered the water mirror.

The Mingguang Ancestor Buddha with such strength does not need to face each other.

Just relying on the great way of cause and effect that he has mastered, Chu Junyin can be easily destroyed.

Therefore, the best way at this moment is to let Chu Junyin hide.

Outside the void, the ancestor Buddha of Mingguang also looked at the diamond-shaped Maha Realm.

He didn't look anything, but he really felt it was tricky.

Although His strength is terrifying, He cannot enter other worlds at will.

Just as he was thinking, he suddenly sighed again: "This world is like a flower in a mirror."

"What they yearn for is a vague and vague future, but you are forged by countless pasts."

The next moment, a dead bone was wearing a ragged cassock and stepped out of the void, and each joint was inlaid with a relic like an eye.

When it raised its hand to salute, the sound of wooden fish sounded at the same time in the Three Thousand Worlds.

The ancestor of Mingguang originally wanted to take action, but his heavenly Dharma body was rippling.

It seems to be restricted by the rules of the Great Dao, which makes it impossible for him to attack this monk who looks like a skeleton.

At this moment, He recognized the dead bone.

One of the old Buddhas is also a disciple under the Buddha's seat.

Kinnara Bodhisattva is also the "Ten Thousand Eyes Buddha Lord" who is now walking in the void.

According to legend, he is the most talented disciple under the Buddha's seat.

In order to follow the footsteps of the Buddha in the past, he did not hesitate to kill all three billion believers.

He also sacrificed his bodies and souls with the souls of the believers, and completely integrated into the void and became like this.

"The Buddha Lord Wanying." The moment the Buddha's name was heard, the skulls suddenly opened their eyes.

Three billion eyes gathered into a river, washing away the eyes of the ancestor of Mingguang, and burning the void with a charred Sanskrit mark.

Kinnaro nodded slightly, as if responding: "My Buddha ordered me to come and help you."

Mingguang Ancestor Buddha listened and nodded slightly.

He himself was inspired and forged by these old Buddhas.

Kinnara Bodhisattva continued to speak:

"If you want to enter the Maha Realm..."

"Bian first imprisons this world with endless universe light!"

The dry bone raised his hand and grabbed it towards the long river of time. Then the erosion of the universe light, countless black smoke oozed out of its fingertips.

Looking closely, countless hideous ghost faces appeared on the black smoke.

The ancestor of Mingguang also nodded slightly and reached out to explore the long river of time.

The originally surging river of these two terrifying existences suddenly rolled back, like a giant python entangled towards the Maha Realm.

When the ancestor of Mingguang Buddha saw the incredible scene, the edge of the Maha Realm began to crystallize.

"It is necessary to cut off one's inspiration."

Kinnara's spine suddenly cracked, and ninety relics with black smoke flew out.

Every relic falls into the long river of time, and immediately triggers a terrifying chain reaction.

The entangled surface of the Maha Realm suddenly produced countless black marks like mold.

The lotus lantern of the ancestor of Mingguang Buddha suddenly became bright.

It was still a dark scene just now, and it seemed that I could feel the location of Chu Junyin.

At this moment, he also saw Kinnaro's plan clearly.

The moment countless universe lights wrapped around the Maha Realm, the silent Buddha nature condensed by Kinnara began to retaliate.

Those black mold spots were transformed by the evil thoughts of the Buddha who fell for eternity. At this moment, they were pouring evil thoughts into the heavenly path of the Maha Realm by relying on them.

"If you want to catch that insect... these... are not enough!" The glass Dharma body of the ancestor Mingguang Buddha suddenly swelled, and the robe on his body turned into a prayer flag covering the sky.

Suddenly, a scripture that had never appeared in this world appeared on the banner. Each Sanskrit word jumped out of the cloth and bit the long river of time and sucked wildly.

The absorbed universe light condensed into a vajra in his palm, and the body of the pestle was entangled with countless inspirations that were peeled off from the Maha Realm.

Kinnara's skull also made a chime-sounding laughter at this moment. (End of this chapter)