Chapter 550: Pan Geng attains enlightenment, and experiences immeasurable calamities!
The eighth kalpa,
Although the rise of the demonic sect has caused a lot of bloody storms in the four continents, because there are no demonic saints, in the eyes of the saints, these storms are just ripples in a teapot.
It won't cause any big waves.
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Ancestral Witch Temple.
Pan Geng's eyes were terribly gloomy.
Two hundred thousand years, a full two hundred thousand years, he still could not cross that last threshold, could not see the true meaning of the Great Dao, and was still blocked outside the realm of Daluo Jinxian.
"Will I eventually lose to him?" Pan Geng was unwilling to accept this. "Since I can't prove my Dao through normal means, I can only prove my Dao through force."
The determination is made.
The next moment, Pan Geng appeared in the place of the six reincarnations. Looking at the empty space, he said calmly, "Empress Hou Tu, I am Pan Geng from the Wu Clan. Can you come out and see me?"
"Why……"
With a sigh, a dignified woman appeared and said, "I am Pingxin now."
In those years, Hou Tu transformed into reincarnation, and her physical body has long since disappeared. Only her true spirit, with the help of the merits of heaven and earth, condensed into Niangniang Pingxin, who has been guarding the six realms of reincarnation.
"I wonder if Your Majesty is aware of the current situation of my Wu clan?" Pan Geng didn't care about that.
"Under your leadership, the Wu clan has gained a firm foothold in Uttarakuru and is thriving. This is very good." Houtu is in charge of the Six Paths of Reincarnation, but her eyes are not blind.
"Your Majesty, do you really think so?" Pan Geng's eyes could see through people's hearts.
Hou Tu: “…”
Pan Geng said to himself, "The Wu Clan seems to be doing well now, but compared to its heyday, it is far worse than before. The Wu Clan back then was able to quickly die out, let alone now. In the final analysis, a Wu Clan without the protection of a saint could become a saint's pawn at any time and place, become an existence that is trampled on and destroyed, and could fall apart at any time. Your Majesty should understand this principle better than me, right?"
Hou Tu continued to remain silent.
Of course she understands!
During the war between wizards and liches, Houtu had transformed into a reincarnation, which resulted in the power of the Twelve Heavenly Gods and Demons Formation being greatly reduced. This has always been the thing Houtu regretted the most.
Hou Tu still believes that
The defeat of the Wu clan back then was closely related to her.
This is certainly an obsession.
In fact, before the decisive battle between the wizards and the demons in heaven, the two ancient wizards Gonggong and Zhurong were fighting each other under the secret instigation of the Taoist Zhunti, and both died in Mount Buzhou.
The war between the witches and the liches also laid the seeds of disaster in advance.
"You came to me, is there anything I can do?" Hou Tu asked.
"yes!"
Pan Geng was very straightforward, "I have been practicing in seclusion for 200,000 years, but I still cannot touch the threshold of the Great Dao. The only way now is to take the path of proving the Dao with strength and condense the true body of Pangu."
"Condensing Pangu's true body?" Hou Tu was surprised. As one of the twelve witch ancestors, she certainly understood the difficulty. "If you want to condense Pangu's true body, you must first condense the twelve witch ancestors' true bodies..."
The words are not finished yet.
Pan Geng flashed and instantly transformed into eleven people: Dijiang, Zhu Jiuyin, Shebishi, Rushou, Jumang, Gonggong, Zhurong, Xuanming, Tianwu, Qiangliang, Yanzi...
One is lifelike, and his aura is no less than that of the Twelve Ancestral Witches back then.
“Brother!”
Hou Tu's eyes instantly filled with tears, and all she could think of was the scene of the twelve people gathering together. She also instantly understood why Pan Geng came to see her at this time.
Because Hou Tu did not fall,
The true bodies of the twelve ancestor witches condensed by Pan Geng are incomplete, missing only this one link.
"I know, come on!"
Hou Tu walked up to Pan Geng with great determination and closed her eyes, waiting for death.
Seeing this, even the devil Pan Geng was moved for a moment. With the wisdom of the earth, it is impossible for him not to think of the various strange things about Pan Geng, but he still decided to sacrifice himself.
For
Of course, it is not only to help Pan Geng, but also to fight for a possible future for the Wu clan.
If Pan Geng wants to prove his truth through force, he must devour Hou Tu's true spirit, and this requires Hou Tu's voluntary cooperation. If Hou Tu shows any reluctance, many variables may be added.
That's why Pan Geng appealed to the righteous cause right from the start, but he didn't expect Hou Tu to cooperate so well.
"The witch clan will never forget your majesty's righteousness!"
At this moment, Pan Geng truly regarded himself as a member of the Wu clan, sharing weal and woe with them.
This is called the cycle of cause and effect.
Pan Geng first collected the remaining souls of the twelve ancient witches in the underworld, and then devoured Pangu's heart. He had already formed a huge karmic relationship with the witch clan, so how could he get away like this?
While the Wu clan made Pan Geng successful, Pang Geng was bound to also make the Wu clan successful.
This deal,
No one can really say that they have suffered a loss.
perhaps,
The clever Hou Tu saw through this and offered the sacrifice without hesitation!
Boom!
The moment Hou Tu was swallowed, thunder exploded in the Netherworld and black rain poured down, as if the entire Netherworld was crying and seeing Hou Tu off.
"Huh?"
The abnormality in the underworld alarmed the saints of the thirty-three heavens. After a quick calculation with their fingers, they knew what had happened and their expressions changed drastically.
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Bajing Palace.
Taishang Laojun looked deep and said only one sentence: "Nine, is it the ultimate?"
The great master Xuandu, Lu Dongbin, Tieguai Li and others who were sitting cross-legged and listening to the teachings below were completely confused and didn't know why the teacher made such an exclamation.
Taishang Laojun looked at his disciples with a rare hint of pity in his eyes.
He didn't expect that
The ninth saint of Hongmeng Heaven would be born so soon and just happen to catch up with the ninth catastrophe.
I would never have thought that
The ninth kalpa will actually be the infinite kalpa, so the double entendre words just now were said.
Under countless kalpas,
Hongmengtian is bound to return to chaos again. Even saints may perish, let alone these disciples?
Under the avenue,
Who can survive alone?
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Yuxu Palace.
Yuanshi Tianzun's face looked extremely ugly, even when the orthodox sect was defeated by the coalition of wizards and liches, he had not lost his composure like today.
It really is…
Each of the previous catastrophes seemed to be full of ups and downs, but Yuanshi Tianzun knew that in essence they were nothing more than a struggle for face among the saints.
Even if it is repeated thousands of times, it will not shake the foundation of the Chan teaching.
But this time...
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Biyou Palace.
Compared to Yuanshi Tianzun's loss of composure, Tongtian Jiaozhu seemed extremely excited, muttering to himself: "Brother, this time, I can finally let go and really fight."
Tongtian Jiaozhu was unwilling to admit that he could not defeat Yuanshi Tianzun.
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Wahuang Palace.
Nuwa was in a complicated mood, not knowing whether to be happy or sad.
When Pan Geng attained enlightenment and became a saint, the Lich Alliance now had two saints. It was able to become independent from Taoism, Buddhism, and Heaven and become the fourth force in Hongmeng Heaven.
But the problem is,
What is the significance of these in the face of countless kalpas?
"It's good that the world can be reopened. Next time, maybe the demon clan can become the protagonists of the world again, but they can't make the same mistake again." Nuwa thought to herself .
At least,
We should not hand over the human race, which we created, to the Three Pure Ones of Taoism.
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The Pure Land.
Jie Yin and Zhunti looked at each other in silence, not knowing how to react.
Obviously,
Even if the world reopens, without the treasure that suppresses the sect's fortune, Buddhism will not be able to do anything big next time and will still have to play the role of a poor man.
The only thing that can be praised is
All that is left is "great perseverance and great wisdom".
It always feels like a mockery...
"Brother, can we give it a try in this infinite calamity?" Zhunti's eyes were burning.
