Chapter 734 The Book of Heaven

It turned out that this ninety-nine eighty-one-armed Buddha's remnant soul mark was actually left by an extreme supreme Nan Wumi ancestor in the little Buddha world. He was of the same generation as the three emperors 30 million years ago. Unfortunately, the three emperors were lucky enough to fly up successfully. When he flew, he encountered a disaster from the ancient fairyland, which extinguished the ashes and smoke of his beating, and even the origin of his soul was bombarded.

The Buddha's mark taken by Lin Feng from the Holy Lord of the North Palace is the remnant of the almost exhaustion of the origin, and the memory in it is also intermittent and incomplete.

However, it also made Lin Feng know one thing unexpectedly, which was the secret about the Three Emperors' Ascension Sutra.

"Split out your own soul origin, accept the power of the faith of all sentient beings, and turn it into a great book. This book integrates its own unique insights, the beliefs of all sentient beings, the power of education, and the light of glory. It seems simple, but it is extremely difficult, because the faith of all sentient beings here is actually the power of the faith of saints. Lin Feng muttered to himself that saints are a noble existence between heaven and earth. They are already the characters who teach all sentient beings, the Holy Father, how can they willingly become believers of others?

From the remnants of the supreme Buddha, I didn't find how the Three Emperors' Ascension Sutra was cultivated, but Lin Feng had a general impression in his heart.

Although he can't cultivate the existence of the same Three Emperors' Ascension Sutra, the experience can be used for reference. For example, integrate your unique understanding of the road, the power of education and the light of glory.

Lin Feng has learned the practice of soul division from the warrior clan of Jiuyou Dungfu, so he split a trace of soul-origenous power, which is not harmful to him.

For the next five thousand years, Lin Feng's body has been sorting out the thirteen avenues and classifying them separately.

In his purple space, there is a chaotic sphere the size of a fist floating in front of the first baby, from which exudes a breath of the same origin.

That is a trace of soul-derive power that Lin Feng splits. After 5,000 years of cultivation, it has gradually grown.

The first baby's 'buzz' decomposes and turns into a baby on the 13th Avenue.

They surround the source of this divided soul, constantly playing the power of education and the light of glory, and integrating into it. With the power of these two heavenly gifts to warm up, year after year, after nearly 500 years, the chaotic soul origin gradually turned into a fist-sized human figure.

At this time, the bright baby in the 13th Avenue waved his hand, "The rules of light, the world of light."

The power of the rule of light came out and transformed into a bright space. In it, countless flying angels were actually seen, with wings, four wings, six wings, and eight wings. However, the more wings an angel has, the more blurred the figure is.

This world of rules finally turns into a 'light' character and integrates into the soul.

"The rules of killing, the world of catastrophe."

A hundred years later, the second-ranked killing baby hit the world evolved by the rules of killing, and finally condensed into a word 'killing' and integrated into the soul.

"Magic rules, ruthless world."

Another hundred years have passed, and the magic baby condensed a word 'demon' into the soul. In the next thousand years, the remaining ten Taoist babies condensed into 'Buddha', 'Fire', 'Thunder', 'Poison', 'Sword', 'Wind', 'Brity', 'Fairy', 'Black' and 'Dan' respectively.

Among them, the immortals represent the orthodox Five Path.

A total of thirteen avenues, representing thirteen avenues, all of which are integrated into the split soul source. They are being displayed and stimulated by mana, which can evolve many illusory worlds alone or at the same time.

However, this power is still very weak at present. Lin Feng knows that the difficulty is not small to refine it into a supreme book. At least in the world of the three emperors, no one has successfully practiced Taoist scriptures of the same level in 30 million years.

For the remaining thousands of years, Lin Feng's body has been warming up this edative Da Dao Tianshu, which is the hope he left for himself and the seed of Taoism. Even if you can't refine it into Da Dao Tianshu, you can pass on your own Feisheng Taoism in the future. Let the disciples who meet the conditions come to understand. There is always one of the 13th Avenue that can be suitable for him.

And in the future, Lin Feng has a hunch that he will build more avenues, such as the magic path, the formation path and so on.

Time passes quickly, and the outside world has arrived in three years.

The body turned into a light and flew out. This light was very strange. There were thirteen colors, and each color seemed to be spiritual.

"Da Dao Tianshu has the light of scriptures. Although my Da Dao Tian Shu is an inconspicuous prototype, because there are too many avenues, it actually has a trace of light of scriptures." Lin Feng turned his hand and patted it gently, and saw the power of the thirteen rules burst out, and at the same time evolved into an illusory world. Each world is a single world of power, and the space is divided by thousands of miles. Each world uses different power to extinguish those flames.

"Although it has not yet hit the Holy Land of Taishang, after 18,000 years of hidden cultivation, with the improvement of soul power, the combat power has invisibly increased to two trillion yuan." Lin Feng is very satisfied with the achievements of more than 10,000 years of latent cultivation. He not only found the direction of his own cultivation, but also made the final preparations for the impact of Taishang Sheng.

The sacrifice that became his impact on the emperor was naturally the remains of the half-step supreme puppet. Although it was violently blown up by Lin Feng, its power was swallowed up and stored, and it was directly refined as soon as the time came.

The resentful immortal split was integrated into the body, and Lin Feng's Dharma thought moved in one direction. Along the way, those seas of fire made way one after another, because there was a world of fire around Lin Feng. In this world, Lin Feng was the master of flames, and anything that was lower than the level of Sanwei real fire would bow his head.

"These flame elves used to refine magic weapons can improve their quality and level. Catch more and send more to the disciples." As Lin Feng was walking, he waved his hand from time to time and arrested and imprisoned all the flame elves he sensed.

Seven days later, Lin Feng's magic idea finally sensed a few abnormal breaths, which were the breath of magic weapons. It turned out that he was about to arrive at the territory of Xuanyuan Sect, and someone relied on the magic weapon to enter the sea of fire. I don't know whether it's to practice or to catch those flame elves.

"Oh, there's someone." A crisp voice came to Lin Feng's ears, "The world of the rules of fire is actually a saint at the peak of great perfection, who can step into the Holy Land of Taishang at any time."

"Sister, you are blind. What color is the world of fire he has evolved? You can see it clearly. That's light blue, the color of three flavors of real fire. This person must have cultivated the three flavors of real fire, so he can walk freely in the sea of fire. This is a man's voice. His voice is rough, but it can be seen from his words that his eyesight is very good.

Lin Feng turned his head and saw that a man and a woman had appeared ten meters to his right. Each of them was wearing a fiery red armor, which flowed with gorgeous brilliance on the surface of the armor, which was carved on the surface of the armor.

There is a bottle in the woman's right hand. I don't know what treasure it is, in which four flame elves are imprisoned.