From the Ming Dynasty, we will conquer the world

The sword is like the bright sun, rising straight into the sky and shining forever.

"Huang Jutian" tried hard to raise his head, wanting to see the sword clearly, but all he could see was a brilliant flame, which instantly burned his consciousness. His eyes even exploded, and blood splattered everywhere.

His unified and strict demonic foundation, in response to the overwhelming sword whistling, began to tremble violently, as if it was about to collapse and disintegrate!
"Huang Jutian" suddenly realized.

Due to their lack of spiritual cultivation, the demon sect monks try their best to alienate and distort the spiritual consciousness of their demon-contaminated followers, and will never completely erase it unless it is absolutely necessary.

It is for this reason that when he was a demon fetus, he had to separate his spiritual consciousness and reincarnate as seven generations of enemies, using reincarnation to repeatedly cleanse his foundation of Taoism and find the existence among them that could be called "true nature".

But now, these alienated and distorted spiritual consciousness have become the target of Xu Xing's sword intent, and have provided him with an extremely clear entry path!

As the sword fell, another sword intent that was extremely sharp, supreme and extremely powerful suddenly rose in Huang Jutian's heart.

The sword intent rose, completely splitting the foundation of the Heavenly Demon from bottom to top, revealing a spiritual consciousness that was like a candle in the wind, swaying unsteadily.

That bit of spiritual consciousness and sword intent merged seamlessly, and the expression on Huang Jutian's face suddenly changed. He raised his arm and stretched it out, and his bloody palm suddenly grasped a sword that was between existence and non-existence from the void.

Huang Jutian opened his mouth, revealing a smile full of madness and extreme satisfaction, and with a long roar, he slashed out with a sword!
"Master, come!"

In the last moment of his life, Huang Jutian, under the guidance of Xu Xing's sword, finally broke free from the shackles of the Heavenly Demon System, regained his true spirit, and slashed out with the purest sword!
In this desolate land, sword light rises from the southeast, with a powerful spirit, and sword intent soars into the sky, responding in the northwest.

The two resonated with each other, and a burning sword mark pierced through the sky. The magic tides in all directions were all crushed, piercing through the layers of void outlines and splitting the entire Demon Star into two!
Xu Xing slashed out with his sword, his whole body shaking violently, and the "Ink Washing Sword" in his hand shattered immediately. The three great treasures, "True Spirit Position Map", "Heaven and Earth Palace Map" and "True Red Book", also gradually collapsed.

The power of the transportation and transformation system will naturally suffer backlash.

In fact, if Xu Xing did not have these four treasures to protect him, let alone purifying the sword intent, just the emotional resonance of the whole world would be enough to destroy his body and soul and make him fall into eternal damnation.

But he ignored his own injuries, turned his head, looked at the last swordsman who had revived, and nodded:

"This last sword strike has some of the grace of a swordsman."

Huang Jutian knelt on the gradually collapsing ground and felt his body weak.

He raised his head with all his strength, looked at the young man with a disdainful look, opened his mouth, sneered, and said hoarsely:
"You are a shitty swordsman, how dare you judge me?"

When Huang Jutian was dying, he first stood up straight and did not bow his head in front of anyone.

He raised his eyebrows, looked defiant, and asked a question:
"How about the sword I used just now?"

This was the first time that he showed his bandit-like demeanor and used vulgar words in front of Xu Xing without reservation.

Xu Xing restrained his expression, looked directly at Huang Jutian, and said word by word:

"Unparalleled."

Unfortunately, before Huang Jutian could finish listening to his evaluation, his body disintegrated and turned into starlight, flying away.

With the help of the "Tian Gang System" and emotional resonance, after defeating the Demon Star in one fell swoop, Xu Xing did not feel as happy as Huang Jutian. Instead, he felt more depressed.

Because he could feel that although the demon fetus was annihilated, the traces left by the Demon Lord in the Demon Star and the placenta itself did not dissipate. Instead, they condensed again and gave birth to even stronger power.

Separated from this world by infinite void is a pure land of lapis lazuli.

The Pure Land is vast and boundless, bright inside and out, clear as glass, and complete with all seven treasures. There is no place that does not have the Buddha's light and no land that does not have the spirit of Zen.

There are endless golden Udumbara flowers, which bloom and fall at random. Each Udumbara flower contains a world with mountains, rivers, sun, moon and stars. The scenery is magnificent, but there are no sentient beings.

In a pure and silent land, a Buddha wearing a cassock and a glass harp across his knees is sitting upright on a black lotus, overlooking the world with a compassionate and deep gaze.

The glass harp sounds without being plucked. The sound is like swirling winds that blow through the trunks of trees, unable to stop themselves. All dharmas become empty, quiet and extinguished.

Beneath the Buddha's seat is a pool of merit, but in the pool there are countless demons floating up and down, giving rise to the dark void and endless sea of ​​stars, which are incompatible with this pure land of lapis lazuli.

He suddenly frowned, looked somewhere below him, and sighed:
"Is it true that I can't have both the spiritual path and the devil's path?"

An emperor wearing a dark yellow robe and a flat crown on his head stood up from his throne.

The Emperor's figure was tall and majestic, towering above the Miro Palace, like an ancient sacred mountain, towering over the thirty-three heavens. His gaze was as solid as a substance, spanning billions of miles, looking towards the Pure Buddhist Kingdom, and he said indifferently:

"It's nothing more than a failure."

The Buddha nodded, patted his lotus seat, and said casually:
"In this case, I will be the one to clean up the mess. Killing someone means paying for his life. This is only natural. Your Majesty, do you agree?"

The Emperor's sleeves fluttered as he smiled and said:

"Since Brother Dao has such a heart, I have nothing to say."

The human world, Jinshan Temple.

Since the catastrophe came, many Arhats who lived in the world have all passed away, and their golden body remains and Buddha relics are all enshrined here.

Today, all these precious treasures of Buddhism are humming continuously, breaking through the forest of pagodas, rising into the air, and spreading the power of Buddha, shaking the entire Jinshan Temple.

All the disciples looked up, suspecting that it was the Buddha appearing in spirit to subdue all demons and heretics and to spread the true Dharma.

Bai Suzhen sensed something was wrong. She saw that in the golden or colorful Buddha light, there was suddenly a thick and dirty black. The golden body and the relics merged into one, suddenly tearing through the void, piercing through the heavy turbulence, and in an instant reached the Demon Star.

The demon system, which had originally collapsed, shattered, twisted and confused, and could only barely maintain for a while by inertia, suddenly came together under this force.

The power of the Heavenly Demon System was activated again, and even more terrifying darkness poured out from the cracks, flowing in all directions. There were also criss-crossing void structures, layered and manifested, which were going to completely engulf this world.

Xu Xing's body was already on the verge of collapse, and he had no way to resist under such heavy pressure. His limbs exploded, and from the head down, there were few intact bones left. Even his skin and flesh had become limp. Blood mist filled the air, and broken bones flew everywhere.

Xu Xing's whole body trembled, and he used his fist power to try to create a quiet space under the heavy pressure. However, he could only hold out for a moment before exploding completely, destroying both his body and soul.

At this moment, a long chant was heard from the void:
"World Honored One Ksitigarbha, the Mighty Heavenly Dragon!"

A hand as white as jade held up a purple-gold bowl. The golden flame in the bowl was blazing and condensed into eight divine dragons. They rushed out from the turbulent flow of the void and helped Xu Xing to block the way.

The person who took action was none other than Fahai, who ruled the underworld!

This Maha Zun has now also overcome the calamity and attained the status of Arhat!
But even if Fahai used all his strength, he still seemed so small in front of this powerful force.

In just a short while, the purple gold bowl was completely shattered, the flesh on that hand also collapsed, and the bones inside were eroded, which shows how terrifying the pressure is.

Xu Xing got a chance to catch his breath, and immediately broke away from the crack in the void, falling into the southeastern imperial capital, smashing the Daming Palace through.

His collision was like a meteorite falling to the ground, causing the ground to churn and nearly half of the palace to collapse. The aftermath spread out, flattening everything around it, and the vital energy violently rioted, causing a series of explosions.

After this collision, the entire Southeast Imperial City was completely reduced to ruins, dilapidated and damaged, and even no longer worth repairing.

Li Yunxian took action immediately and pierced his sword into the ground. The unparalleled sword energy condensed like a pillar of heaven, suppressing the earth veins. He then flicked his sleeves and fished out Xu Xing's broken body.

Du Guangting looked up at the sky, his eyes full of worry.

Wherever he looked, the demonic realm was layered, tearing cracks in the Bixiao sky, and spontaneously began to operate the magic law of heaven and earth.

The void collapsed and twisted, and this phenomenon continued to evolve, completely turning the sky into a pot of boiling hot soup, with turbulent currents. The vital energy had lost its inherent form and became extremely violent.

In the middle of the numerous realms, there is a fulcrum, standing alone. Its realm makes true immortals like Du Guangting and Li Yunxian like insects, who can only look up to it.

However, this little spiritual consciousness, although it is above all things in the world, seems to be the end of everything, the end of perdition, that is - Guixu!
"what is this?"

Li Yunxian frowned, the two swords at his waist clanged, but his hands trembled unconsciously, and his heart became more restless. This was because he was infected by evil thoughts and his foundation was pierced.

Nowadays, within the world, the number of cultivators who are gazing at the sky like him, with their hearts trembling, is definitely not just dozens or hundreds, but at least tens of thousands.

They could also feel that there were countless demons, following the emotional resonance just now, rushing back, and the surging demonic tide was spreading wantonly, implanting the demonic thoughts into the minds and foundation of the cultivators, turning the external demons into inner demons.

At one time, there were countless victims, and every one who was infected by the devil would be integrated into the devil tide, adding more power to this devil catastrophe and causing the Zhongtian Demon Realm to continue to evolve.

But what was presented was not the dark void or the endless sea of ​​stars, but a sacred mountain, standing tall and majestic.

It is surrounded by eight mountains and eight seas, with heavenly palaces on top, countless Buddhas, Bodhisattvas, and Vajra Arhats. It is the axis of the sun, moon, and stars, holding the celestial pivot, pure and solemn.

It is the holy land of Buddhism, Mount Xumi!

Mount Jiuhua, Mount Putuo, Mount Emei and Mount Wutai, the four places all felt the same response.

Each of them condensed a Bodhisattva image that reached the sky and penetrated the earth, and was covered with lapis lazuli. They each suppressed the universe, locked the void, and together uttered a grand and boundless sound of chanting.

All the Buddhist monks in this world were shaken in their minds. A piece of lapis lazuli pure land appeared in their eyes. They were eager to jump into the Seven Treasures Pond, be baptized by the Eight Waters of Concentration, be reborn as gods, enjoy endless blessings, and obtain solemnity and magnificence.

After suffering a series of attacks, the mark left by Buddhism in this world is far less than that of the Tian Gang system, but under the operation of that little bit of spiritual consciousness, it is still enough to exert a force that shakes the heavens and the earth.

Behind Li Yunxian and Du Guangting, Di Huaiying and Sima Chengzhen penetrated the void and finally arrived at the battlefield. The two looked at the Zhongtian Demon Realm with shock in their eyes.

Xu Xing spat out a mouthful of blood, raised his head with great effort, staggered to his feet, circulated his fist power, swallowed up the energy of heaven and earth, mended the cracks in his body, and said hoarsely:
"That... is the Demon Lord Wu Tian."

Xu Xing knew very well that this was exactly the backup plan of Demon Lord Wutan.

He created the demon fetus in order to collect the internal cultivation techniques of the demon sects in this world, and also to take the opportunity to experiment with the methods of spiritual ignorance and see if they could coexist with the laws of the demon sects.

But now, this plan has been shattered by Xu Xing's sword. He will take advantage of the situation and use the power of the Heavenly Demon to collapse the void and simply let the devil infect the whole world. If his plan fails, he will try to get some benefits from the hands of the Primordial Demon Ancestor.

The divine thoughts of several True Immortals collided with each other, and in just a few moments, they sorted out the current situation.

Now, the "Tian Gang System" has completely collapsed due to Xu Xing's use beyond its limit. The remaining traces have fallen into Wu Tian's hands again. Coupled with the Buddhist laws, the devil's influence on the world is no mere talk.

Now, the only way for them to have a chance of survival and save this world from disaster is to destroy Mount Sumeru.

But do they really have such magical powers?

Di Huaiying and the others looked around, feeling heavy-hearted. Xu Xing and Du Guangting were the most seriously injured and had almost no strength to fight again. Even if he, Sima Chengzhen, and Li Yunxian joined forces and risked their lives and burned their essence and mana, they would still find it difficult to reach Zhongtian, let alone crush Mount Xumi.

Everyone has heard of the name of the Demon Lord Wutian.

He was a great master with supernatural powers who fell from Buddhism to the devil long ago. His position in the demon system was second only to the Primordial Demon Ancestor, and even higher than Devadatta and his attendants.

To true immortals like them, there is no difference between Demon Lord Wutan and Demon Ancestor Yuanshi. From a certain perspective, this one is even more dangerous.

Thinking of this, Di Huaiying waved his hands, holding the Mountain-Ganning Whip and the Kanglong Mace in his hands, looked up at the sky, squinted his eyes and smiled.

"For more than a thousand years, I have tried to act cautiously and have always been restrained. Now, it is time to go crazy and throw everything at the stake."

Sima Chengzhen drew out the Jingzhen Sword, holding the Xiangjian in his hand, like a bright moon rising up, the moonlight shining down, although it was limited to a corner, it was still clear and unobstructed, and he laughed loudly:

"It is a great honor to be able to travel with you all!"

Li Yunxian held the sword with both hands and said calmly:
"I'll take the lead."

Du Guangting struck the imperial bell with his one arm and smiled:
"I am already exhausted and have not much time left. Brother Li, let me take over for now."

Xu Xing took a deep breath, and the blood in his body burned violently. He actually attracted the magic tide from the sky here and swallowed it into his stomach. He used the magic energy to reconcile his legal body and replenish his innate Qi.

He looked around at everyone and said in a deep voice:
"Everyone, I have another way, but I need you to open a passage and send me up."

Before the other four True Immortals could reply, an extremely grand voice that echoed across heaven and earth was heard from the void. It sounded like the Zen chant of a celestial dragon, and it was going to shock the world with its infinite power.

"Can!"

As he finished speaking, he saw that under the Jinshan Temple, at the bottom of the Zhenjiang water vein, green branches and leaves suddenly sprouted out of the ground, breaking through the ground and in an instant they were more than a thousand feet high.

This ancient tree has twisted branches and verdant leaves, and is surrounded by layers of Buddha's light, the color of which looks like colored glaze. It is indeed a Bodhi tree!

The Bodhi tree stretched out and drove, and suddenly pulled out two giant legs made of several twisted roots, and ran wildly towards the southeast region, just like the ancient giant god in the legend who chased the sun and drank the long river in one gulp.

At the heart of the Bodhi tree, the branches were twisted and intertwined to form an old face with ravines and wrinkles. The face had clear outlines, thick eyebrows and beautiful ears, and was extremely majestic. At first glance, one could tell that he was a rare handsome man in the world.

Fahai was wearing a white robe and standing in the tree canopy. The flesh and bones in his right hand were eroded. He had just helped others, but he was also seriously injured and it was difficult to recover.

Di Huaiying and Sima Chengzhen saw the Bodhi tree and felt the familiar breath coming from it. They were all shocked and said in unison:

"Master Shenxiu?!"

Xu Xing suddenly recalled that when he was in seclusion in Jinshan Temple, he had felt that there was an extremely powerful existence rooted in the Zhenjiang water veins, but its spirit was silent and it seemed to have no consciousness.

Now it seems that the existence he felt before was none other than the old monk named Shenxiu!

Shenxiu studied classics and history in his early years. It was not until he was fifty years old that he visited the Fifth Patriarch of Zen Buddhism, Hongren, to seek Dharma. He was known as "the First in Explanation of Perfect Illumination" and "Venerable Shenxiu".

However, due to the differences in their practice and character, he failed to inherit Master Hongren's mantle. Instead, he took a different approach and founded the Northern Zen School. He also used his own Buddhist powers to earn himself the reputation of "Master of the Two Capitals, and Teacher of Three Emperors."

In terms of influence and prestige, the Shenxiu lineage is not inferior to the Sixth Patriarch Huineng of Zen Buddhism. However, wasn't it said that this venerable master had already ascended to heaven? Why is he still in this world and has never shown up?
Shenxiu moved the tree trunk, looked out at the Zhongtian Demon Realm, and sighed:
"In that debate, I lost to my junior brother Huineng. I was not satisfied, so I left the sect and started my own business. I became famous for a while, and I thought that the title of 'Sixth Patriarch' was no longer a hindrance to me.

But even when he was old, he still couldn't let go of this worry. His Zen mind was flawed and it was hard to achieve perfection. So he came to Jinshan Temple and sat in meditation until the demon master took away the golden body and relics in the temple, and then he awakened. "

After saying this, Shenxiu smiled again:
"After all, I am a foolish monk who has been in trouble for many years and has never contributed anything to this world. You should stop arguing and let me go first!"

He raised his head, laughed out loud, and felt so heroic!

"Why don't you get off?!"

With a long roar, two giant wooden arms rose into the sky, each with four golden dragons wrapped around it.

The golden flames were blazing and burning fiercely, and there were gilded Sanskrit characters arranged in the sky, forming the images of Buddhas and Bodhisattvas. The grandeur was unparalleled in the world.

The Northern Sect's Dharma Master's first move after years of silence had already shocked the world and shaken the heavens and the earth!
Although the demonic tide from all directions was surging, Shenxiu still tore it into pieces with the purest demon-killing magical power, and grabbed it straight into the dark void, then exerted his strength violently.

But Mount Xumi only shook slightly, and Shenxiu's arms exploded, turning into a rain of brilliant golden light, falling on the earth.

Shenxiu was not flustered at all. He stomped the ground hard, making a heart-shaking buzzing sound.

The area within a radius of a hundred miles all sank downwards by about ten feet, and then suddenly bounced up, like an incomparable bowstring, shooting his thousand-foot-tall tree man body into the sky!

With a loud bang, the two collided head-on. Shenxiu was shocked again, and his thousand-foot body suddenly collapsed. The branches were rolled back one by one, and in an instant, only five hundred feet, three hundred feet, and one hundred feet were left.

Sima Chengzhen's eyes changed, and he rolled up his long sleeves. The mirror light condensed like a beam and went straight into the Zhongtian battlefield. He activated his void magical power and replaced Shenxiu's Dharma body.

At the same time, Li Yunxian also summoned Zhaodan and Minghe. His sword intent was rising and the sword sound instantly increased twelve times. The two flying swords were already injured at the root, and now they could not bear the burden. They were buzzing and trembling, and almost collapsed.

Li Yunxian didn't care at all. He turned his two swords upside down and actually split his own body into two and merged them into the sword body. He used the sword embryo's Taoist foundation and the essence of his body to make up for the deficiencies and make the sword's edge even sharper.

In an instant, the two swords shone brightly, sometimes separated and sometimes joined, leaping like dragons, intertwining and entwining, tearing the void, filling the gap in Shenxiu's position, and suddenly slashing down, straight into Mount Xumi!

Although the two swords only penetrated a few inches, they were effective after all. Di Huaiying took a step, revealing a dim golden body of the god. He drew the star power of the blue dragon and transformed the golden body and star power into pure magic power. He smashed the hilts with a mace and a whip!

With a clang sound, the two swords plunged straight into the handles!

Two completely different forces erupted at the same time, intertwining and entangled. Minghe and Zhaodan let out extremely sharp screams, but the swords still advanced into the sacred mountain.

Di Huaiying bore most of the recoil force, and the Kanglong Mace in his hand exploded immediately. A majestic golden body of a god also collapsed directly, turning into pieces of golden fragments and falling to the earth.

Only the Mountain-Driving Whip, which carried away his soul, was taken away by Sima Chengzhen with the Xiangjian.

Fahai then took action, making hand seals with his hands.

"Inverted Dreams" was unsheathed with a clang, and turned into a long red rainbow, spanning the sky, and slashed away. The abundant Buddhist power overflowed, turning the entire sky into a sea of ​​fire, burning fiercely.

"Inverted Dreams" collided with the Minghe Sword, and on the other side, the Jingzhen Sword flew across and hit the hilt of the Zhaodan Sword. The two swords crossed, and the sword energy resonated and intertwined, immediately tearing the barrier and truly nailing it into the devil's domain.

But because of this, the recoil force that followed was several times stronger than before. Jing Zhen Sword and Diando Dream were both destroyed, and Zhao Dan and Ming He were even broken in the middle, leaving only wreckage.

Fahai's whole body was shaking violently, and even the Arhat status he had just achieved was shaky. His realm was almost regressing, and his Qi was constantly shaking. For a moment, he had no strength to fight again.

Sima Chengzhen became furious, and he spat out a mouthful of blood towards the sky. He then revealed a hundred-foot-tall Dharma image, holding the "Han Xiang Jian" in his hand, and crashed into Mount Xumi as if dragging a bright moon!

The two collided head-on, the bright moon dimmed and collapsed, and Sima Chengzhen's body and soul were shattered.

Then the sound of a dragon's roar was heard across the sky. A celestial dragon with silver scales and prominent horns flew from the East China Sea and caught the body of the old immortal. It was none other than the Lord of Dongting who had lived in the Penglai Sea for a long time.

Du Guangting stood up straight, auspicious clouds appeared above his head, and clear energy was in the air. He raised the broken imperial bell and spat out a golden elixir with a dragon and a tiger intertwined.

The golden elixir was like a white rainbow piercing the sun, carrying with it an extremely tragic momentum, and it slammed into the imperial bell. The sound waves spread far and wide, but it was a loud sound that was barely audible, penetrating into the cracks in the realm and causing a series of explosions.

The price of this powerful attack was that the Emperor Bell and the Golden Elixir were both shattered. Blood gushed out of Du Guangting's seven orifices, and his body softened, and he was about to collapse to the ground.

He simply raised his sleeve to wipe his mouth and nose, then looked up at the sky again, as if he wanted to burn his body and soul in exchange for a chance to strike one last time.

But at this moment, a big hand stretched out from behind Du Guangting, patted his shoulder gently, and said leisurely:
"It's almost time to get here."

This person was Xu Xing.

After a short rest, the Pingtian Sect Leader finally healed his body. Although his body was still covered with cracks, his aura was as deep as the ocean, and his eyes were as calm and composed as ever.

As soon as Du Guangting saw Xu Xing's expression, he felt relieved and collapsed to the ground, looking up at the sky. He didn't even have the strength to speak. Blood foam kept flowing out of his mouth and his vision gradually blurred.

Xu Xing looked at Qian Tangjun who was standing beside him and said in a deep voice:

"Lord Long, please give me a ride, please?"

Dongting Lord nodded his dragon head lightly, rolled up his body, and sent Xu Xing on his back, then rushed towards the Zhongtian battlefield. His magic power was running to the extreme, his scales opened and closed, and water mist evaporated, condensing into thick clouds.

Although he is a righteous god of mountains and rivers, he is born into the dragon clan and has a strong physique. He is not inferior to the demon gods who have embarked on the path of ancient gods and demons. Even compared to the Vajra Demon Figurines who are born with an indestructible golden body, he is only slightly weaker.

But even so, when Lord Dongting crashed into Mount Sumeru, his horns were completely shattered in the first instant, and his dragon head was twisted and deformed by the powerful pressure, his scales cracked, and his bones and flesh were crushed.

Xu Xing took this opportunity to jump up, his blood steaming and his true essence burning, transforming into a scorching sun. He followed the path created by Li Yunxian's two swords and fell straight into Mount Xumi!

Every inch he moved forward, his skin and flesh eroded a little more. But even so, Xu Xing did not hesitate at all. He shook his arms, grasped Minghe and Zhaodan, and let out a long roar.

The spiritual consciousness in the sword also resonated with it, generating a continuous sword sound that intertwined into a magnificent scene of jade towers, forcibly breaking through the constraints of the boundaries and propping up a realm within a realm, a country within a country.

Feeling Li Yunxian's heart and soul, Xu Xing also recalled the fallen comrades, his heart filled with resentment, and he murmured to himself:
"I pity you the most for dancing in the middle of the night..."

Before Xu Xing finished his humming, the sword world had already collapsed.

Although the sword world was destroyed, it did disrupt the void laws of this place, giving Xu Xing an opportunity to take advantage of.

He opened his hands wide and threw Zhaodan and Minghe out with his backhand. Then, using the recoil force, he pierced through the intertwined outlines of the void and collided with the demon lord's spiritual consciousness.

Xu Xing looked at the spiritual consciousness that was condensed into a bead and was about to merge into the demonic tide again. An extremely crazy look appeared on his face, and he grinned and laughed wantonly:

"The man is so determined to give up, let's try it out, make up the sky!"

As soon as Xu Xing finished speaking, he actually bit down at Ling Shi. His two rows of sharp white teeth bit and ripped at the spirit, chewing it into pieces and swallowing it into his stomach!

Before the evil thoughts and evil consciousness completely expanded, his spiritual consciousness condensed and gathered to the limit, turning into a scorching sun, rising straight to the top of the heart lake, touching the ancient and dilapidated bronze mirror.

The realm of the supreme being, although still far from the level of the Haotian Mirror, but as long as we don’t consider the follow-up, it is enough to serve as a fulcrum to pry open the divine power of this precious treasure!
Moreover, in this world, Xu Xing's mastery of the magical powers of the void has already reached a superb level. Although he still lacks the vision to penetrate the universe and travel across the heavens, it is enough to grasp the direction.

The light of the Haotian Mirror was bright, wrapping Xu Xing's body, cutting through the void, and turning into a meteor, going to an unknown world.

In the Glazed Pure Land, the Buddha frowned and showed a look of astonishment for the first time—my spiritual consciousness actually disappeared?! (End of this chapter)