At this time, the eighth prince is like an enlightened person who has been enlightened, his eyes are full of new Buddha light, full of Buddha nature, and there is no longer the slightest anger.

"Meet my Buddha, thanks to the Buddha's enlightenment, Xiaolong has been reborn, knowing that the Buddha has good intentions, and there are many disrespectful things before, and I hope that the Buddha Haihan!" The eighth prince's face was respectful, and his eyes were full of enlightened light.

Amitabha nodded: "Only when you have the root of wisdom can you become enlightened and have a relationship with me." In the future, you can enter my Bodhi Wonderland to meditate, participate in Zen and enlightenment, and study the Miaofa of Mixed Yuan. ”

"Thank you Buddha" The eighth prince bowed to Amitabha, and then turned to look at Yang Sanyang: "Before, it was the little monk who lost his mind and slaughtered the barbarians, and the little monk was willing to be punished." ”

"That's it, it's all in the past, why mention it again? In the future, you will devote yourself to the Dharma, follow the Buddha's side and listen to the teachings, and know that mistakes can improve the great way!" Yang Sanyang smiled.

When the eighth prince heard this, he bowed to Yang Sanyang, and then came to Amitabha's side: "The little monk is willing to follow the Buddha, follow the Buddha, and serve day and night!"

Amitabha nodded, waved his big sleeves, but saw that the figure of the eighth prince flickered, and he had already entered the three thousand worlds.

"Next, there are hundreds of millions of sea tribes, which can be measured, and the gain to the monk is immeasurable! At that time, the monk will have a qualitative change!" Amitabha looked at Yang Sanyang with a smile.

The words fell, Amitabha disappeared, and his figure disappeared into the chaos, leaving Yang Sanyang standing in the tumbling chaos without saying a word for a long time.

In the Dingdi, the Bodhi leaf floats, and on a big tree with a chaotic air rotation, the three thousand worlds are slowly growing out according to some mysterious law.

At this time, Amitabha sat cross-legged under the tree, reciting infinite texts and mantras in his mouth.

Countless sentient beings in the three thousand worlds chanted mantras together, and the overwhelming scriptures penetrated into some of the Bodhi leaves, only to hear the sound of screams and wails, and the sea tribe beings in the world hugged their heads and wailed in pain, wanting to resist the transformation of the Dharma, but unfortunately it was useless after all.

Although the Sea Clan has five worlds, how can they resist the degree of the three thousand worlds? How to resist the power of the three thousand worlds?

In the chaos, even with the power of the Amitabha sage and the blessings of the three thousand worlds, it took a thousand years to transform those hundreds of millions of sentient beings.

Yang Sanyang carefully sensed the Amitabha Dharma, and he could sense that the Amitabha Dharma's Physiognomy had undergone a metamorphosis, and there was an additional mysterious opportunity, but he couldn't tell what this qi was for.

"Next, there are those star gods hiding in the Great Wilderness!" Yang Sanyang's eyes showed a hint of murderous intent, and then he jumped up and went to the Great Wilderness of the Lower Realm.

The star gods are hiding, hiding in the deep mountains and old forests, or people and rare places, the vast wilderness, Yang Sanyang wants to find it, but there is no way to find it.

The beings in the Great Wilderness are vast and immeasurable, and the star gods are hidden in the Great Wilderness, and if you want to find traces, how easy is it to talk about?

The top of East Kunlun

Yang Sanyang sat on the top of the mountain alone, scanning the vast wilderness, with a touch of helplessness in his eyes.

At a dead end?

It's really exhaustive!

The star gods are too deeply hidden, if you can find out this group of star gods, you will be killed too early in the morning, why delay to this day, causing such a catastrophe.

A wisp of fresh air swept through the mountains, and I saw Wa in green clothes, slowly walking from the clouds outside the sky and standing behind Yang Sanyang.

"Senior brother's revenge has been avenged, why are you so worried?" Wa said softly.

"The barbarians are gone! Even if I kill those enemies, what is the use? Now that the star gods are hidden and the morality is nowhere to be found, how can I be willing!" Yang Sanyang sighed, his words full of gloom.

Wa was silent for a while before she said: "Senior brother still has a lifespan of dozens of yuan, if you can concentrate on finding a way to extend your lifespan, you may not have no chance." ”

"Heaven and man are decaying, and you can't deceive the sky! Heaven can't be deceived!" Yang Sanyang sighed.

This is the punishment of heaven and earth, how to deceive the past?

Turning his head to look at Wa: "I'm sorry!"

The soles of her feet under Wa's skirt moved uneasily, and then a pair of black and white, autumn-like eyes looked at Yang Sanyang: "My brother and sister's life was given by my senior brother! What's more, it's just that the transformation of the innate Dao body has failed, what's the big deal!"

There is only one chance to transform the innate Dao body, and once it is abandoned halfway, it will be completely finalized.

Don't look at the hem of Wa's skirt is a pair of soles, but that's an illusion. If you look at it, you will see that there is a foot in the skirt, and it is just a tail!

A serpentine tail!

Yang Sanyang took a deep breath, slowly closed his eyes, two lines of tears slipped down, and he was silent.

"Senior brother, our brothers and sisters will never blame you. It's good to be a half-human and half-god like this!" Wa sat beside Yang Sanyang and smiled playfully.

"You!" Yang Sanyang rubbed Wa's head, it was rare that Wa did not grin, but closed her eyes, enjoying the warmth coming from the palm of her hand.

"There is not much time left for my brother, and in this world, I am not called a hero, but I can also be called a hero! The great wilderness world has been trampled under my feet, and I have no regrets in death! My own barbarian body, I can live for hundreds of years, it is already a blessing to invite heaven. Now that he has lived hundreds of yuan more, it is already a great creation that he couldn't have imagined back then!" Yang Sanyang's eyes showed a touch of emotion.

"Is there really no way?" Wa was unwilling.

Yang Sanyang shook his head.

The air fell into a deathly silence, and the entire land of East Kunlun fell into a dead silence.

"Senior brother, do you have any regrets?" Wa asked.

Yang Sanyang was silent for half a quarter of an hour before he said: "In my life, I have dominated the world and risen with the body of a barbarian, how fast. A lifetime of happiness and hatred, a good life of leisure. In my life, I owe nothing to anyone, but to a woman. ”

Patriarch, is it a debt?

Is Bai Ze a debt?

Is Taiyi a debt?

What should be repaid has already been repaid! It is not a debt.

He owes only one woman!

"In the Eight Views Palace, there is a candle hanging in it, and there is a soul in it. If his younger sister becomes a great creation, but he needs to resurrect it for me, he will say: I'm sorry. Zhu'er is the last bloodline of the barbarians, and you will take care of my life. ”

Wa's eyes turned red, tears were dangling, her nose twitched, and then she whispered, "Wa remembers!"

"Where is the Taiyin Fairy, you say sorry for me!" Yang Sanyang commanded again.

Wa was silent when she heard this.

"Where is the saint, I have already taken care of it, if I die in his old age, you saints will definitely take care of your brother and sister, and help your brother and sister to walk on the road to heaven, and the righteous path will be mixed. If I die, you two will withdraw from the Heavenly Palace, go into seclusion and concentrate on cultivation!" Yang Sanyang advised.

"Senior brother~" Wa's voice was a little choked.

"Huh?"

Wa was silent when she heard this, and she didn't say anything, and the air fell silent.

After a long while, Wa said in a low voice: "Senior brother, Wa is proficient in the Great Dao of Creation and can shape all things. The barbarian is the root of the senior brother, the tribe of the senior brother, and the avenue of creation of Wa, but I don't know if I can reshape the barbarian. ”

"Reshape the barbarians?" Yang Sanyang was stunned when he heard this, and only after a while did he shake his head: "The barbarians have been annihilated and turned into dust between heaven and earth, how to shape the barbarians?"

Wa smiled and looked at Dong Kunlun: "In this mountain and river, there is the unyielding backbone of the barbarians everywhere, the immortal will"

Wa stretched out her hand, grabbed the soil on the ground, and handed it to Yang Sanyang's eyes: "Look!"

Yang Sanyang looked sideways, looking at Wa's crystal slender, created fingers, and there was a trace of doubt in his eyes.

"What is this?" Wa looked at him.

"Dirt!" Yang Sanyang said.

"Wrong! In the eyes of the senior brother, this is dirt, but in my eyes, this is the flesh and blood!" Wa stared at Yang Sanyang with a pair of eyes.

Yang Sanyang was silent when he heard this, and only said after half a sound: "Don't make trouble!"

"My Great Dao of Creation tells me that this is barbarian flesh and blood!" Wa looked at him with a pair of big eyes.

"The bloodline of the barbarian race, just like this great wilderness, seems to be ordinary and often inconspicuous, but it can give birth to all beings in heaven and earth!" Wa looked at Yang Sanyang.

"I want to use the Great Dao of Creation to resurrect the barbarian people, and I hope that Senior Brother will help me!" Wa looked at him quietly with a pair of eyes.

Yang Sanyang was silent when he heard this, and only after a long time did he raise his bright eyes and look at her expectantly: "Really, you didn't lie to me?"

"How dare I deceive Senior Brother? Besides, with the Zhu'er in the Eight Views Palace as a reference, it is not difficult to reshape the barbarian race!" Wa looked at Yang Sanyang.

Yang Sanyang fell into silence, what is the creation, even a saint can't do it!

Creation is the authority of heaven!

If a saint can create things, why should he grieve here?

"Senior brother, give Wa a chance, Wa wants to give it a try!" Wa looked at him with blank eyes.

Staring at the girl's tearful eyes, Yang Sanyang sighed helplessly after all, and said in his mouth: "Okay!"

"Senior brother is here later, Wa will go collect the soil!" Wa smiled happily, stood up suddenly, and performed a trick on the vast East Kunlun.

I saw a hurricane rolling up, blowing through East Kunlun, the overwhelming wind was overwhelming, and layers of strange dust on the ground continued to accumulate.

Seeing this, Yang Sanyang fell into deep thought.

He remembered a well-known scientific conjecture from his previous life: man is made of matter. Matter is made up of molecular atoms and is made up of energy.

A person can be seen as a fixed energy, a fixed molecular atom.

If after death, these energies and material molecules decompose and dissipate in heaven and earth, if one day who has the ability to gather these material energies together and then combine them again in a certain sequence, will you be reborn?

The soil on the ground, the material left behind by the death of the barbarians, can it really be resurrected?

Energy does not die, it only transforms from one energy to another. One substance is transformed into another.