Just when Luo Fan appeared in that strange void, and what he saw in front of him were huge and incomparable runes, inside the three-dimensional rune seal, Luo Fan's figure also disappeared in an instant.

All that was left of the entire three-dimensional talisman was a strand of strange expectations the size of a hair.

And the three-dimensional talisman seal also underwent some extremely subtle changes with Luo Fan's disappearance at the same time, and suddenly, it seemed to become a void, and the original incomparable sense of existence disappeared in an instant.

It was as if suddenly, this three-dimensional talisman seal named the Dharma Hall had instantly transformed into a void shadow, without any substance at all.

Such a change instantly attracted the attention of Wudaozi.

At this time, the enlightened man was sitting cross-legged on the edge of the Qilin Cliff, looking down at the more than 150 million era vortexes, while realizing the mysteries, while waiting for when it would appear, and the monk who walked through the path of the era vortex to this point in time appeared.

Suddenly, somewhere on top of this unicorn cliff, something changed.

This change is so subtle that even the enlightened son himself cannot discover the exact change and understand the mystery in a trance.

However, after all, Wudaozi is the master of this Qilin Cliff and the master of this dojo. After all, he had been cultivating here for an unknown number of billions of years, and he had already become one with this Qilin Cliff. With a slight sense, a hundred years have already discovered the root of this change.

"What's going on?!What are you doing?!" Sensing the root of the change, he couldn't help but be angry. Standing up and taking a step, he had already come to the Hall of the End of the Law, that is, in front of the eleven-layer three-dimensional rune seal.

At this time, the surface of this three-dimensional talisman seal does not look any different from before, but the aura in it has completely changed, and the original real existence of zài, which makes people feel extremely real, as if it is a real object, the feeling of a real palace, has been completely lost.

At first glance. The palace is like a virtual shadow that seems to be very real.

"What's going on?" Enlightenment had such a doubt between his mind and mind.

The change in front of me appeared on the Qilin Cliff. Originally, no matter how complicated the principle was, he should be able to find some traces, even if he couldn't know what it was, he would definitely not be unaware.

But at this moment. Facing the strange changes in the Dharma Hall in front of him. He just couldn't understand it. I feel at a loss.

If this kind of thing happened in the dojo of his master Venerable Ten Thousand Demon Ancestors, then he would naturally take it for granted. There won't be the slightest hint of anything else. But these happened here, in the Qilin Cliff, where he had lived for hundreds of millions of years, for him, it was simply a part of his body that suddenly became extremely unfamiliar, and suddenly he completely lost his sense of it, and that feeling was so uncomfortable, you can imagine.

"No matter how strong you are, your Dao realm is only the realm of quasi-saint Dacheng, how can I be unaware of what you have made?!" Wudaozi frowned, thinking so in his heart and mind.

Thinking about it, his mind moved slightly, and he spread out his right hand and began to pinch dazzlingly.

This is a kind of reckoning power that he has passed down from the saints, which allows him to spend a lot of power to deduce what he wants to calculate, including the past, present, and future.

Of course, although this supernatural power itself has the function of calculating a qiē, the effect of this function can only depend on the monk who performs this supernatural power.

A peak quasi-saint like Wudaozi, there is no doubt about the past, present, and future of hundreds of millions of years, as long as he is willing to consume strength, he can deduce it. But beyond this time period, the past and the future are an impossible task for him—the estimated consumption beyond this time period is enough to consume one of his qiē strength, and it may even be his life, or it may be completely drained by this consumption!

Wu Daozi was originally full of confidence, thinking that his calculation magic power was unfolded, and the secret of what was happening in front of him would appear in his eyes without disguise, so he was still careless when he first started to calculate.

However, as he calculated, his face became more and more ugly, and the power consumption in his body became more and more strict.

And the movement of his right hand also became faster and faster, and finally turned into a large handful of light and shadow, faintly every movement even exceeded the speed of light, and the surrounding time and space even produced wonderful fluctuations under this pinching action, forming a circle of wonderful ripples, spreading in all directions.

This calculation obviously contains a certain profound mystery, and these ripples caused by this calculation action also carry such a trace of mystery.

In the process of diffusion, all kinds of inexplicable changes were derived, swirling and swinging between the voids, and even faintly formed a bizarre three-dimensional Tai Chi Bagua diagram.

10 years, 100 years, 1000 years, 100,000 years, 100,000 years, 10 million years, 10 million years, 100 million years......

The time period calculated by Wudaozi is getting bigger and bigger, from a few days to ten years, and then it continues to grow, until it grows to 100 million years, and what he finally sees is exactly the same as what he sees in front of him, then the Dharma Hall is still the same as at this time, it doesn't seem to have changed at all, and it also seems so real at first glance, but at a glance, he knows that it is just a phantom, and there is no substance at all.

If it is only the next ten, a hundred or even 100 million years, Wudaozi can still face it relatively calmly, thinking that Luo Fan has not changed his approach in these days, and has not restored this so-called temple of the end of the law.

However, this time period is not only in the future. Rather, it includes the past, the present, and the future!

That is to say, not only is it that the last temple of the Dharma is so strange in the long years ahead, but also that the long time in his calculation is that this temple of the last dharma is also like this time. There is no other form at all!

"How is this possible?!Could it be that my memories of the previous two hundred years or so are all false? In the past two hundred years, this person clearly appeared in front of me, and this hall is also clearly real, not like what is in front of me!" In an instant, the cold sweat of Wudaozi almost fell.

I can't help him to have such thoughts.

This supernatural power has infinite power, and the effect is even more powerful than imagined. Its projections of the past, present, and future are all completely true. This point, since he received this supernatural power, I don't know hundreds of billions of years of experience has enough experience to prove it, I don't know how many times he used this supernatural power to deduce the past and future. It all appeared or ended up without any accidents. Even subtle, no matter how sensitive the variables, are not different from the estimated results. This is the source of his confidence.

But at this moment. This is the result of the calculation of the supernatural powers. It's clearly completely different from his memory. How could he not have such thoughts when he had experienced something completely different from what he had experienced before?

After all, Wudaozi is a saint disciple, and his Dao heart is firm. After wondering if his previous memories were fake, he no longer had the heart to figure out what was happening in front of him.

Instead, he sat down cross-legged in front of the Dharma Hall, and didn't care about anything else, even if it was the more than 150 million era vortex, he didn't pay any attention to it, and directly began to start from his initial memory, and began to re-understand his memory one by one.

He was extremely interested in the estimation of the Divine Communication passed down by the Ancestor of the Saint and the Ten Thousand Demons, and he would not suspect that the result of the calculation would be wrong, so when the result did not match his memory, the first thing he thought about was that there was a problem with his memory.

Obviously, compared to the problem of his own memory, the qiē in front of him, whether it is the changes that have occurred in Luo Fan's Dharma Hall or the changes that may occur in the vortex of that era, are insignificant.

After all, if memories are all false, then am I still me? Since I am no longer me, what sanctification, what plan, what is the meaning?

The time experienced by the enlightened son is incomparably long, and it is difficult to describe the time he has experienced in almost trillions of years.

You can imagine how huge the memories accumulated over such a long period of time are.

If you want to smooth out your memories from the beginning, find the falsehoods and inaccuracies in your memory, the time it takes cannot be too short.

Therefore, as time passed year by year, the figure of the enlightened son was just like at the beginning, sitting cross-legged and closing his eyes in front of the Dharma hall, smoothing out his memories bit by bit, and re-realizing every thing and every little bit of his mental journey in the countless trillions of years he had experienced from his birth to the present.

This is an extremely vast project.

If an ordinary person wants to re-smooth out everything and every bit of mental journey that he has experienced in a week, and experience it again in his mind, it is an impossible task. At this time, what the enlightened son has to do is not a week, not a month, not a year, not even a thousand years, but a long time in trillions.

You can imagine how hard that is.

Time flies, and in the blink of an eye, it is 10,000 years.

For 10,000 years, Wudaozi has been sitting cross-legged with his eyes closed, realizing his own memories. And the three-dimensional talisman seal in front of him, known as the Temple of the End of the Law, has also not changed in the slightest, and after 10,000 years, it is still the same as before 10,000 years, without the slightest difference.

And in the past 10,000 years, on the top of this Qilin Cliff, the third monk and the preacher of the Taoist sect in addition to Wudaozi and Luo Fan originally existed, but they were not like them, but had undergone earth-shaking changes.

More than a thousand years after he cut off the outer edge of Daozi, he completed the breakthrough of the Dao realm - Tong Guò completely absorbed the mystery revealed by the aftermath of the battle between Wudaozi and Cang Muzi, and advanced his Dao realm from the realm of Dacheng Quasi-Sage Dacheng to the peak of Dacheng Quasi-Sage!

This kind of realm, just in terms of the level of the realm of Taoism, is only a step worse than the end of Luo Fan's transcendent realm.

Of course, it is only from the level of the realm of Taoism, whether it is the method of cultivation. is still the real strength, or even the real Dao realm, he and Luo Fan are thousands of times different, this gap is enough to make Luo Fan easy, and he doesn't even need to use his hands, he can directly turn him into powder with a light pressure of his breath.

When the Taoist came back to his senses, he found that the Qilin Cliff had completely changed from before he entered the meditation practice, except for the ruins not far from him, the Qiē was the same as when he first came to the Qilin Cliff. It's as if time has gone back to that time.

Such a change. made him a little dazed for a while.

However, the changes in his Dao realm made him extremely clear that this time had not been turned back, and let him understand that he had obtained unimaginable benefits on this Qilin Cliff.

For a while, he even had some kind of inexplicable gratitude to Wudaozi. The original kind of worship for the saints. It became an admiration for the enlightened son himself.

In such a situation. For the next thousands of years, he took the initiative to take on what the Enlightened Son had done before.

He himself sat on the edge of the Qilin Cliff, waiting for what might appear in the vortex of more than 150 million eras. Creatures who have gone through that path and made it through nine thousand nine hundred and ninety-nine levels.

I don't know if it's his good luck or bad luck, but in the past 8,000 years, there have really been eight groups of creatures rushing out of the vortex of more than 150 million times one after another.

The reason why eight batches are used instead of eight is also very simple. But it is the creatures that rushed out of the vortex of that era, and not every vortex of the era has only one monk.

Among them, there were six monks who rushed out of the vortex of the era, and the number of them exceeded one, and the largest number even reached more than thirty people.

For these monks who rushed out of the vortex of the times and came to this Qilin Cliff, the preacher put up a shelf and treated them as if the enlightened son had treated him in the first place.

The strength of the preacher is insignificant in the eyes of Wudaozi, Luo Fan, Cangmuzi, Yushenzi and others, and they can even be completely erased without even crushing it with a single breath. But in fact, as a monk at the peak of Dacheng's quasi-saint, his strength is still extremely strong compared to ordinary monks.

Among these eight groups of monks, although each of them is a Dacheng quasi-saint, the strongest of them is only a Dacheng quasi-saint Xiaocheng, and there are still two small realms of Dacheng and pinnacle away from the preacher. Such a gap has reached a gap that cannot be narrowed by the accumulation of numbers.

That is to say, such a gap is no longer meaningful to the missionaries, and there is no difference between one and tens of thousands-unless they can use some method to condense and sublimate the power of the whole, which is of course another matter - therefore, for them, the number of these monks is the same as for the original enlightened people, and they have the same crushing advantage, enough to suppress the monks who have rushed out of the vortex of the times for thousands of years.

In this way, the results are obvious.

Although these monks were not completely convinced like the preachers, and even admired the enlightened son in turn, they also obediently found a place on this Qilin Cliff to open a cave, and did not dare to leave this Qilin Cliff.

Because of the efforts of the missionaries, the number of monks in this Qilin Cliff after 10,000 years is no longer just a few of the original three, but has expanded to as many as ninety-six.

Whenever he saw that the scale of the monks in this Qilin Cliff had expanded so much compared to the beginning, the heart of the Sect Priest couldn't help but feel a sense of pride: "I don't know how the saint disciple should praise me when he wakes up and sees him like this." ”

Whenever he thought about it, he looked forward to it.

If Luo Fan knew this mentality of the preacher, he would definitely be extremely disdainful.

On this day, when the preacher was waiting for the vortex of that era when another monk would appear to break through the nine thousand nine hundred and ninety-nine levels, a strong fluctuation suddenly swept through the entire Qilin Cliff somewhere in this Qilin Cliff, and even affected the surrounding sea of clouds.

This fluctuation is a fluctuation of breath.

And this kind of aura that caused this fluctuation was unimaginably vast, so that the preacher even felt a sense of suffocation, and the smugness that had been accumulated over thousands of years because of the many things he had done was instantly struck by this breath.

Of course, although he is full of ambition, he still has a feeling of anticipation in his heart.

Because, he had already sensed it, and the aura that triggered this fluctuation was an aura that he was extremely familiar with.

This breath is the breath he has been looking forward to for thousands of years, the breath of enlightenment!

Obviously, the appearance of this breath means that the Enlightened Son has changed, and this change, judging from the state of the Enlightened Son, is very likely that he has woken up from that extremely strange state.

The truth is as the preacher expected. The enlightened son who was in front of the Dharma Hall had already opened his eyes at this time, and the aura on his body began to rise endlessly.

Enlightened Daozi is the pinnacle quasi-saint, and the aura on his body is incomparably powerful, mysterious and abnormal, and can even condense all kinds of strange creatures to fight the enemy. If he wanted to, all the creatures on this Qilin Cliff would be wiped out because of his endless ascension of his aura.

However, Wudaozi did not have this idea of annihilating a living being, so although his breath was raised, it did not produce a change in the form of a strange beast, but like flowing water, it simply filled the heavens and the earth, and simply showed his existence to the heavens and the earth.

"There is no problem with my memory!" At this moment, there is only one such thought that exists between the mind and mind of the enlightened man. (To be continued.) )