This heaven and earth was as peaceful as the pure land of the Buddha country, but at this moment, the dark clouds covered the land and the thunder and lightning increased, the entire space became boiling.

Like a demon, encroached on the earth of the Buddha.

"Tick!"

The black raindrops made the dark world more dark and cold.

The wind blew the earth, and howling was terrifying.

The raindrop, heavier than the holy iron, fell to the ground and smashed deep holes into the extremely hard ground.

A drop of rain resembles an arrow.

Suddenly, the pure land of the Buddha country became extremely dangerous.

Zhang Ruochen supported an iron cloth umbrella of the dual monarch's holy level, stood in the rain, and looked forward.

In the field of vision, the landscape is dim.

The rain curtain, like intermittent lines, hangs from the sky to the ground.

Most of the raindrop lines are black, but occasionally, a golden line appears. After falling to the ground, the hole that is smashed is bottomless, and contains the penetrating power of the saint.

Zhang Ruochen's heart gave birth to a strong sense of danger. If it wasn't for a bronze temple on the sleeping Buddha, there was a faint light of Buddha, maybe he would not want to move on.

"Here, what is it? Is it a Buddhist state or a demon?"

The road to Sleep Foshan is difficult.

Mountain climbing is even more difficult.

The road locks between the heavens and the earth are more dense. With the repair of Zhang Ruochen's great sacred realm, they all feel that they are struggling to walk.

"Wow"

A deep ghost gate floated quickly from the rain not far from Zhang Ruochen.

Seems like a door, in fact, it is a space crack of 5-6 meters long. The crack flew fast, and on the other side, nothingness escaped.

"Boom."

There was another magic thunder, hitting the cliff, splitting a block of house-sized boulder and falling down the mountain.

"Oh!"

The weird and cold cry came from a copper tree. On the tree, there was a crow with blood-red feathers, with eyes like human eyes. When staring at Zhang Ruochen, there was a fierce light that ate blood.

It fluttered its wings to Zhang Ruochen and shouted sharply, "Blood! Blood! Blood ..."

"I haven't sucked blood yet, you want to **** my blood?"

Zhang Ruochen raised his hand and pointed out, a vigorous and masculine finger turned into a sword and flew out.

The blood-red crow shook its wings from one to a group and rushed towards Zhang Ruochen from all sides.

Pointing at the sword, just killed three of them.

"You can still be separated."

Zhang Ruochen was quite surprised. The white net extinction fire escaped from the body and formed a huge fireball.

The blood-red crow hit the fireball, and its feathers burned.

"Boom."

The fireball swelled with space and turned into a shock wave, like the autumn wind sweeping the leaves, flying out all the shocks of the crows, and the body collapsed.

Only a blood-red crow escaped and flew into the darkness.

In the darkness, there are too many dangers, so Zhang Ruochen did not go after him, and said to himself, "There are nine-blooded blood crows with a thousand-question-level sacred level living here, and it really is not a treasure of Buddha."

Since it is a place where opportunities are stored, how can there be no danger?

Ordinary generations, no chance.

Zhang Ruochen held an umbrella and continued to climb forward.

Sleeping in Foshan Yuezhong, the only place that is still sacred is the bronze temple on top of the Buddha's head.

At this moment, Zhang Ruochen was standing outside the Bronze Temple, with a 384-story bronze staircase in front of him. It seemed grand and magnificent. He seemed to be able to reach another world by landing on it.

Secretly, you can see the outline of the copper temple and a thick copper pillar in front of the temple.

Stepping on the stairs, Zhang Ruochen stepped up step by step.

On the stairs, there are fresh blood stains and residual iron soldiers. The blood stains are like a bronze staircase, and the rain can't wash it off. Not long ago, there must have been a fierce battle in the holy level, and some people were injured and may even have fallen.

It rained even more urgently.

The umbrella cloth was rattling.

At the top of the bronze staircase, Zhang Ruochen in a blood coat stood between two copper pillars, turned to the right, and looked at the copper pillar on the right.

The copper pillar is as thick as a millstone, up to more than 20 feet long, cast with a tall and mighty statue with three eyes, a sword in each arm, and a posture of raising hands to cut the sky.

Although it is a bronze statue, it exudes terrible power, and it contains a terrifying aura of energy.

Standing in front of it, Zhang Ruochen could only hold his breath and felt extremely depressed.

Come to another great saint, never dare to look at it so directly. As for the monks under the Great Holy Spirit, most of them have fallen to their knees before they have climbed the bronze stairs.

There are twenty such copper pillars, which surround the four sides of the copper temple.

The copper statues on the copper pillars are different.

There are golden glittering Bodhi trees, there are giants with tomahawks, gods with human fishtails, and nine dragons ...

Zhang Ruochen walked under the copper pillars and did not dare to take a closer look at their figures, because they had a little headache and had a splitting headache, as if they were all taboo characters, and he could not look directly into the realm of great sage.

"Who are they? Why are their bronze statues cast on the pillars of this bronze temple?"

Zhang Ruochen watched countless classics in the Seven-Star Emperor's Palace, but could not find the figure corresponding to them from the classics.

"They are twenty heavens."

Yan Huangtu's burly figure moved out from behind the bronze pillars with nine dragons.

On his body, God's light was restrained, and he did not have the sharp edge of the past, but he was not murderous in the face of the enemy, like an ordinary strong man.

However, the more so, Zhang Ruochen knew that Yan Huangtu's cultivation must have made a breakthrough and had become more terrible.

The great saints in Baizhang Realm must not only break the shackles, but also practice the rules of the Cause.

Some Baijing Realms have great consummation, and there are only three billion sacred rules in the body. Some can reach 10 billion. The difference in combat power between the two is naturally different.

It is also the great consummation state of Baiji Realm, and there is still room for improvement.

Seeing Yan Huangtu's appearance, Zhang Ruochen was not surprised at all, just like his old friends met, his eyes were calm and he said, "Twenty days, such a strange name."

"The reason you think this name is strange is because the time of their existence has passed too long." Yan Huangtu said.

Zhang Ruochen asked: "How long?"

"At least 300,000 years, maybe longer."

Yan Huangtu stood by the copper pillar, looking down at the dark mountain, and said, "About 300,000 years ago, it was when they disappeared completely. How long ago was the name born? It is estimated that only the greatest deities today can know it."

"The twenty heavens represent the twenty most powerful gods in your universe."

"Before the heaven was established, they dominated everything, maintained the order of all realms, and deterred the ten hordes of hell, and the gods had to bow and salute when they saw them. At that time, the monks in the **** world could only live in darkness. Glory now? "

Zhang Ruochen listened quietly, like a lost history book, turned over page by page.

Yan Huangtu said: "Every era has different twenty heavens. The same is that they represent the strongest of that era. The bronze statues on these twenty copper pillars are actually the earliest twenty heavens. How many thousands of years have passed since our present era. "

Zhang Ruochen said: "Then you might as well talk about the last twenty days. Why did they disappear completely 300,000 years ago?"

Yan Huangtu didn't seem to be in a hurry to do something with Zhang Ruochen, and said in a hurry: "Legend, they went to do a great thing, and they went together in the twenty days, but only two and a half came back."

Zhang Ruochen's eyes were deeply condensed, both shocked and puzzled, and said, "Why two and a half?"

Yan Huangtu turned his face and stared at Zhang Ruochen, and said, "You are most curious, which one and a half should you be? That half refers to the Sixth Ancestor."

"When Liu Zu fled back to Xitian Buddha, only half of his body was left. It is said that the calamity he suffered not only cut off half of his body, but also half of his life, so he died on the One yuan meeting. "

Zhang Ruochen said flatly: "Impossible."

"What's impossible?" Yan Huangtu said.

Zhang Ruochen said: "The six ancestors are the entire universe. The most powerful Buddhist practice in the past ten million years is the sixth Buddha. Who can chop half of his body and half his life?"

Yan Huangtu's eyes were bewildered and said, "I know why you don't believe it, because your master Xu Misheng is still not as good as the six ancestors. In your heart, Xu Misheng should have an invincible influence in the world, right? Unfortunately There are six ancestors in the twenty days, without him. "

Zhang Ruochen knew that Yan Huangtu wanted to use this to disturb his heart.

In the realm of heaven and hell, Zhang Ruochen has read a lot of classics. He has learned more about the Buddhist monk, the Kunlun realm, and his master Xu Misheng.

It is recorded in the classics that even when the monk Sumiya was a great master, he and the six ancestors were able to perceive and discern the Scriptures from time to time, and they benefited a lot and often felt ashamed.

In front of the six ancestors, the monk Xu Mi is only a junior.

Although Zhang Ruochen has great respect for the Sacred Monk Xu Mi, he also knows that his Dharma is boundless, and he is a rare and powerful person in the heavens and the earth. However, there is also a sense of awe for the six ancestors, and he dare not judge easily.

Zhang Ruochen said: "How many gods in the **** world died in the hands of the Sacred Monk in the First World War 100,000 years ago? How many planets outside Kunlun Realm are still blood red."

Huang Huangtu nodded his head and said, "It is undeniable that the monk Xu Mi was indeed as strong as the Buddha when the fall. The gods who participated in the siege of him all gave such evaluations. Unfortunately, it was him The final glory disappeared instantly and missed to enter the ranks of the seventh ancestor. "

While talking, Yan Huangtu walked towards the copper temple.

In the temple, a bronze statue is enshrined, which has a dragon body, but three are born.

One is a toddler.

One is the old man.

The middle one has no facial features. There is only a "" on the forehead.

Yan Huangtu bowed to the bronze statue and said slowly, "He is 300,000 years, one of twenty days, Longzhong."

Zhang Ruochen solidified the bronze statue, only feeling that the bronze statue was growing taller and stronger, and formed more and more pressure.

"Longzhong is the former dragon's lord, the lord of dragons. He married nine wives and gave birth to nine sons. Each of them is extraordinary. Among them, the ninth son has the highest talent, the most extraordinary achievement, and is named Extreme Hope.

"As a monk in Kunlun, you probably heard his name?"

Of course, Zhang Ruochen has heard the name of the Dragon Lord.

Legend has it that he is in charge of the Chaos Tower of the Dragon and Moon, one of the top ten artifacts in Kunlun Realm, who is a figure across all walks of life.

Zhang Ruochen said: "Thirty thousand years ago, two and a half of the twenty heavens came back alive. Who are the two other than the six ancestors?"

"One of them is the Lord of Heaven in your heavenly world." Yan Huangtu said.

The Lord of the Heavenly Palace is mysterious, and Zhang Ruochen knows very little. However, this person is able to sit in the Tiangong Palace and order the realm of nature.

Yan Huangtu said: "The other one is unknown. Perhaps only the Lord of the Heavenly Palace and the Sixth Patriarch know who he is."

"Some speculate that it is the ten calamities in your Kunlun realm who asked Tianjun. Some speculate that it is the Panyuan ancient **** in the Pangu realm. Others speculate that it is the previous chief of my tribe."

Zhang Ruochen squinted and said, "Can the gods in hell's world be included in the twenty heavens?"

Yan Huangtu was silent for a long while, and said, "In fact, there are legends that the twenty days are not just twenty days, but twenty-four days. The other four days are from hell."

Immediately ~ lightnovelpub.net ~ He laughed and shook his head: "It's all a legend. Where are we younger than a thousand years old, where can we find out what happened hundreds of thousands of years ago? Where can we know the heavenly figures? secret?"

"Stolen for years, changing with time, changing the ups and downs of heaven and hell, now only a gossip for you and me. Twenty days, or twenty-four days, is a thing of the past, all the past glory, It's all gone. "

"Well."

Outside the temple, a sharp wind broke.

Yan Zhexian appeared at the gate, in a beautiful posture, under the reflection of the light of the Buddha, projected on the ground, dragging out a long black shadow. Behind her, on the ground, there were more shadows.

Zhang Ruochen glanced back at Yan Zhexian, and said, "It turned out that you told me so much, but it was just a delay."

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When I wrote the last chapter, I was so excited that I wrote a data wrong! Yan Zhexian said to Zhang Ruochen, the grand saint of the Yan Luo tribe sitting here, was written as 2,700, and changed to 270.