Chapter 633： : Reopening the world

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This breath is too powerful to describe, and for a moment it has caused the phenomenon of time and space distortion around the body of the North Mingzi.

However, the empty Leiyang, but it was felt at a moment. The breath of the body at the moment of the North Mingzi is exactly the same as that of the Qin Master, but his breath is far too far, even the Qin Shi. There is a clear sense of weakness.

Leiyang is a natural child. His senses are naturally much more acute. He can see a lot of things that transcend the realm. In addition, he has an eternal skull, which further enhances his special skills in observing things.

It stands to reason that any monk who just broke through, there is no sign of weakness, but at this moment, North Mingzi has become weak, so that Lei Yang can not help but think inside, the brow is naturally wrinkled.

The North Mingzi, who was meditating on the ground, was now in a moment when the breath had just erupted. He retracted the breath and suppressed it in his body. Then he opened his eyes fiercely. There was excitement in the eyes, but there was a strange look that was hidden.

At this time, the Lord of the Three Cities saw the ancestors of Taishang awakened, and became a reborn place in the field of Nirvana. He quickly walked into the square with excitement and worshipped him like him.

Although Wukong Leiyang followed closely, he came to the square, but obviously slowed them down, making Bei Mingzi notice him at a glance, and even saw his face with a frowning expression on his face. So I suddenly saw it.

In fact, Lei Yang is now thinking about a problem in his heart. According to common sense, such a breakthrough in the realm will surely lead to the advent of the catastrophe. But when the sky has not seen any reaction, there is no such thing as a stranger. The feeling of early formation.

"Is it caused by this weakness of the predecessors? If this is the case, then to what extent is he weak, so that he has escaped?"

Under the glimpse of the North Mingzi, when he was about to open the question to Leiyang, the whole person of Leiyang went down with the falling square, and the brows of the locks suddenly appeared. He quickly yelled at the North Mingzi: "Congratulations to the seniors." The body is perfect!"

And many of the monks around, although they are from different monks in the Three Cities, but at this moment, they have already known the identity of the North Mingzi in the previous discussion. At this moment, they will all come to the square and proceed to the North Temple. Worship.

After all, the three cities of Beiming, all from the hands of the North Mingzi, and now the North Xuanzong is no longer, but the North Three Cities are more developed.

The legend of the Wannian of the North Mingzi has never stopped in this land of deserted land. Here, he is like the existence of the same god, so at this moment, whether it is the monk of the lord of the city, all of them are crowded. This square.

But at the moment, most of them have two purposes in mind. The first purpose is to have a close look. The legendary figure of 10,000 years ago, the true meaning of Kita Nyoko, the second purpose is near The beauty of the South Vietnamese young monks who watched this achievement Tiandao Yuanying.

For a time, on the entire Linyuan Square, there were monks who kept falling down and screamed at the North Mingzi. The scene was not lively.

Obviously, it is not suitable for talking with Leiyang at the moment, because they immediately became the focus of thousands of people in this huge square and became the object of their envy.

At this time, Bei Mingzi had let the three city owners get up and came to his front. After talking with him, he briefly introduced the whole situation of the follow-up of the northern Xuanzong and the three cities of Beiming, so that there was a general in mind. Understanding.

It turns out that these three city owners are already the grandsons of his Xuanzong disciple of the Northern Xuanzong. Although the northern Xuanzong was divided and divided, the top of the ancestral hall of the Three Cities is still the portrait of his North Mingzi. One point is that he has found a little thought again. Anyway, at least all the people on this deserted land have not forgotten his existence.

At the center of the square, Kita Nguyen looked at the whole square. At first glance, all the strangers were strangers. Although the whole square was full of people at the moment, his heart could not help but raise a sense of loneliness.

Once the familiar faces are no longer there, the whole North Xuanzong’s grand occasion is no longer there. After this ancient age, only the person who created this all still exists, just as everything returns to the original point, looking back That is all about a dream like a mirror.

The whole person of Beiqianzi was immersed in the meditation of memories. The kind of loneliness in his heart could not be understood. In memory, he was like a passenger who traveled through time and space. He walked in the long river of this tens of thousands of years and looked at the one in memory. Zhang's familiar face, the familiar smile, solace to the unspeakable loneliness in his heart.

It wasn't until a long time that he was sobered from such meditation, and then his gaze was clear again, and he was more determined to emerge. For example, at the same time, he returned to the era of ambition.

Bei Mingzi silently whispered in the bottom of his heart: "North Xuanzong can not be dispersed like this. Since I am back, then North Xuanzong, also returned!"

When he thought about it, he suddenly made a big move, and a weak breath spread out. Immediately, the time and space of the entire square was like a frozen moment. The vocal sensation disappeared, and then the North Mingzi said slowly: The old man Bei Mingzi, in order to seal the dragon, was sealed by the rock for a whole millennium, and now the old man is back!"

As his voice fell, the whole square was suddenly bursting with a cheer of the tsunami.

Then North Mingzi once again made a big move, so that the whole square was quietly quiet, and once again said: "Although the former North Xuanzong is gone, please remember that as long as the old man is there, then the entire North Xuanzong will never die.

The old man can create it for the first time, and naturally he can create it for the second time. Then, since the day is not dead, and the old man is born again, my North Mingzi will not live up to the big task. From today, I will In this place, the North Xuanzong was built and the world was opened again! ”

The words of Beiqianzi are very simple, but they are very powerful. The kind of arrogance and the strength of the gas field are worthy of the generation.

Moreover, the whole person is more and more passionate, and the more he talks, the more he is going back to the old age. The whole person has become calm and energetic, just like the pinnacle of the North City at the moment, like their heart. Always the most stable backing.

After the completion of the North Nym, it was a step into the void, and immediately released the majestic cultivation of the body, facing the entire wall of the ruined North Xuanzong, hands raised toward the void, mouth More is a big drink: "North Xuanzong, give me up!"

And as his voice just fell, the entire North Xuanzong's original broken wall ruin, instantly changed like a light reversal in general, there has been a rapid recovery, a huge palace rose from the ground, even in an instant Restore to what it used to be.

This amazing scene instantly made everyone look at it. They said to themselves: "Is this the legendary nirvana?"

But Leiyang, who is also in these crowds at this moment, feels that it is not so fresh, because the operation method of Beimingzi is actually the same as that of Qin Shi.

However, compared with the Qin teacher of the year, the North Mingzi at this moment, whether it is the speed of restoring cohesion or the momentum, is too far.

(To be continued)

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