This world was as peaceful as the Pure Land of Buddha, but at this moment, the earth was covered with black clouds, and lightning was intertwined, and the whole space became boiling.

It is like an evil demon, occupying the Buddha's land.

"Tick!"

The black raindrops fell, making the dark world darker and colder.

The wind blows on the earth, and the howling sound is terrifying.

The raindrop was heavier than the holy iron. It fell to the ground and smashed deep holes into the ground that was originally extremely hard.

A drop of rain is like an arrow.

The Pure Land of Buddha's Kingdom suddenly became extremely dangerous.

Zhang Ruochen held a pair of iron cloth umbrellas of the level of the dual king's holy weapon, stood in the rain, and looked forward.

In the field of vision, the scenery is dim and the scene is dim.

The rain curtain is like a series of intermittent lines, hanging from the sky to the ground.

Most of the raindrop lines are black, but occasionally, a golden line will appear. After falling to the ground, the holes that are smashed are bottomless and contain the penetration power of killing the saint.

A strong sense of danger arose in Zhang Ruochen's heart. If it weren't for the faint Buddha's light emitting from a bronze temple on the sleeping Buddha's body, he might not have been willing to continue moving forward.

"What is this place? Is it a Buddha's kingdom or a demon realm?"

The road to sleeping in Foshan Mountain is difficult to walk.

The road to climbing is even more difficult.

The Taoist locks between heaven and earth are even more dense. With Zhang Ruochen's cultivation level at the Great Sage, he feels that it is very difficult to walk on the mountain.

"Wow—"

A deep ghost gate drifted quickly over from the rain not far from Zhang Ruochen.

It seems to be a door, but in fact, it is a five or six-meter-long space crack. The crack flies very quickly, and the power of nothingness escapes from the other end.

"Boom."

Another magic thunder hit the cliff, slashing the huge rocks the size of a house and falling down the mountain.

"Quake!"

A strange and cold cry came from a copper tree. On the tree, there was a crow with blood-red feathers. His eyes were like human eyes. When he stared at Zhang Ruochen, he had a blood-devouring light.

It flapped its wings and flew towards Zhang Ruochen, shouting sharply: "Blood! Blood! Blood..."

"I haven't sucked blood yet, do you actually want to suck my blood?"

Zhang Ruochen raised his hand and pointed it out, and a powerful and masculine fingering turned into a sword energy and flew out.

The blood-red crow shook its wings and turned from one to another, rushing towards Zhang Ruochen from all directions.

He only killed three of them with a finger.

"You can still clone it."

Zhang Ruochen was quite surprised. The white pure divine fire escaped from his body and formed a huge fireball.

The blood-red crow hit the fireball and its feathers burned.

"Boom."

The fireball expanded with the space and turned into a shock wave, just like the autumn wind sweeping away fallen leaves, shaking all the crows out and shattering their bodies.

There was only one blood-red crow that escaped and flew into the darkness.

There are too many dangers in the darkness, so Zhang Ruochen did not chase him and said to himself: "There are nine-life blood crows at the level of the Great Saint of Thousand Questions Realm. It is indeed not a treasure land of Buddha realm."

Since it is a place to store opportunities, how can it be without danger?

Ordinary people cannot reach the place of opportunity.

Zhang Ruochen held an umbrella and continued to climb up the high ground.

Sleeping among the mountains of Foshan, the only sacred place is the only bronze temple located on the top of the Buddha's head.

At this moment, Zhang Ruochen was standing outside the bronze temple, with 384-story bronze stairs in front of him, magnificent and magnificent. It seemed that if you climbed it, you could reach another world.

In a vague way, you can see the outline of the bronze temple and the thick copper pillars in front of the temple.

Stepping on the ladder, Zhang Ruochen climbed up step by step.

On the stairs, there were fresh blood stains, and the residual iron of the holy soldiers. The blood marks seemed to merge with the bronze stairs and could not be washed away by rain. Not long ago, a fierce battle of the Great Saint level must have broke out here, and some people were injured or even died.

The rain is getting more urgent.

There was a thunderous sound on the umbrella cloth.

Arriving at the top of the bronze staircase, Zhang Ruochen, dressed in blood, stood between the two copper pillars, turned to the right, and looked at the copper pillar on the right.

The copper pillar is as thick as a millstone, more than twenty feet high. It is cast on it with a tall and mighty statue with three eyes, each holding a sword, and raising his hand to cut the sky.

Although it is a bronze statue, it exudes extremely terrifying power and contains a terrifying aura.

Standing in front of it, Zhang Ruochen could only hold his breath and calm down, feeling extremely depressed.

If a great saint comes, he will never dare to look at it directly. As for the monks under the great saint, they will probably have knelt on the ground before they even climbed the bronze stairs.

There are twenty such copper pillars in total, surrounded by four sides of the bronze temple.

The bronze statues on the copper pillars are different.

There is a golden Bodhi Buddha tree, a giant holding a battle axe, a divine girl with a human body and a fish tail, and a celestial dragon with nine heads...

Zhang Ruochen walked under the copper pillar and did not dare to look at their figures carefully. Because he looked at them a little, he felt a headache, as if they were all taboo figures, and he could look directly at them at the realm of a great saint.

"Who are they? Why are their bronze statues cast on the pillars of this bronze temple?"

Zhang Ruochen watched countless classics in the Seven Stars Palace, but was unable to find the figure corresponding to them from the classics.

"They are twenty heavens."

Yan Huangtu's burly figure moved out from behind the copper pillar with nine dragons cast.

His divine light was restrained and he did not show his sharpness as before. He faced his enemies without any murderous aura, and he was like an ordinary strong man.

However, the more this happens, Zhang Ruochen knew that Yan Huangtu's cultivation would definitely have a breakthrough, which became even more terrifying.

The great sage in the Hundred Shackles Realm not only needs to break the Shackles, but also needs to practice the rules of the Holy Way.

Some great saints in the Hundred Shackle Realm have only three billion rules of holy paths. Some can reach one hundred billion paths. The difference in combat power between the two is naturally a world of difference.

The same state of great perfection in the Hundred Shackles Realm, there is still room for improvement.

Seeing Yan Huangtu appear, Zhang Ruochen was not surprised at all. He was as if an old friend met, his eyes were calm and he said, "Twenty heavens, such a strange name."

"The reason why you think this name is strange is because the time they existed has been too long." Yan Huangtu said.

Zhang Ruochen asked, "How long?"

"It has been at least 300,000 years, maybe even longer."

Yan Huangtu stood beside the copper pillar, looking at the dark mountain, and said, "About 300,000 years ago, it was the time when they completely disappeared. How long did this name come about? It is estimated that only the greatest gods today know about it."

"The twenty heavens represent the twenty most powerful gods in your universe."

"Before the establishment of the Heavenly Court, they dominated everything, maintained order in all worlds, and shocked the ten tribes of hell. When the gods saw them, they had to bow and salute. In that era, monks in the Hell Realm could only live in darkness. Where did they have the glory they are now?"

Zhang Ruochen listened quietly, like a lost historical book, being turned page by page.

Yan Huangtu said: "Every era has different twenty heavens. The same is that they represent the strongest of that era. These twenty bronze statues on these twenty bronze pillars are actually the earliest twenty heavens. I don't know how many ten thousand years have passed since our current era."

Zhang Ruochen said, "Then you might as well talk about the last twenty heavens. Why did they completely disappear 300,000 years ago?"

Yan Huangtu seemed to be in a hurry to fight Zhang Ruochen, and said in a hurry: "Legendary, they went to do a big thing, and the twenty heavens went together, but only two and a half came back."

Zhang Ruochen's eyes were deeply shocked, both shocked and puzzled, and said, "Why are two and a half?"

Yan Huangtu turned his face, stared at Zhang Ruochen, and said, "What you are most curious about is probably which one and a half, right? That half refers to the Sixth Patriarch."

"When the Sixth Patriarch escaped back to the Buddha Realm of the West, he only had half of his body. It is said that the disaster he encountered not only cut off half of his Buddha body, but also cut off half of his life, so he died in the previous Yuanhui."

Zhang Ruochen said decisively: "Impossible."

"What's impossible?" Yan Huangtu said.

Zhang Ruochen said: "The Sixth Patriarch is the most powerful Buddhist practice in the entire universe and has been the sixth Buddha in recent millions of years. Who can kill half of his Buddha body and half of his life?"

Yan Huangtu's eyes were confused and confused, and he said, "I know why you don't believe it, because your master, the Holy Monk of Sumeru, is not as good as the Sixth Patriarch. In your heart, the Holy Monk of Sumeru should have an invincible influence in the world, right? Unfortunately, there is the Sixth Patriarch in the twenty heavens, but he is not."

Zhang Ruochen knew that Yan Huangtu wanted to use this to mess with his heart.

In the Heavenly Court Realm and the Hell Realm, Zhang Ruochen has read a lot of books, and has learned more about Buddhism, Kunlun Realm, and his master, Sumeru Saint Monk.

According to the classics, even when the Sumeru Saint Monk was successful in his cultivation, he had always realized something about the Tao and distinguished scriptures with the Sixth Patriarch, and benefited a lot, and often felt ashamed of himself.

In front of the Sixth Patriarch, the Sumeru Holy Monk was just a junior.

Although Zhang Ruochen respected the Sumeru Holy Monk very much and knew that his Buddhism was boundless and was a rare powerful person in heaven and earth. However, he also had a sense of awe of the Sixth Patriarch and did not dare to judge easily.

Zhang Ruochen said: "In a battle of 100,000 years ago, how many gods in the Hell Realm died at the hands of the Sumeru Holy Monk? Outside the Kunlun Realm, on many planets, they are still blood-red to this day."
To be continued...