Honghuang: Senior Brother of the Chan Sect, I am Guangchengzi

Chapter 179: Ten Days of Disaster

It’s a pity that Maitreya’s righteous words did not even move himself, let alone the nine Golden Crow Princes.

The princes not only did not feel reluctant at all, but instead shouted happily, urging Maitreya to hurry up.

Maitreya didn't waste any more time and immediately took out the Seven Treasures Wonderful Tree from his waist. However, from the outside, it seemed that Maitreya had dug out his own heart, with drops of blood flowing, which looked extremely terrifying.

The princes only saw Maitreya mumbling to himself a few times, and then the heart in his hand immediately burst into colorful divine light, and then another scream was heard, and Maitreya's figure suddenly merged into the heart.

As Maitreya merged into the formation, the colorful divine light became more and more vigorous, and finally expanded slowly and touched the large formation.

When the Hunyuan Heluo Formation sensed the invasion of foreign objects, it immediately began to display its divine power. Countless ancient scenes appeared above the formation, forcibly resisting the invasion of the colorful divine light, and at the same time trying to report the news to Di Jun.

But this light was emitted by Maitreya using the Seven Treasures Wonderful Tree, a treasure that was used by saints to attain enlightenment. How could it be blocked by this incomplete Hunyuan Heluo Formation?
The great formation could not hold out for more than a few moments and immediately began to collapse. Maitreya, who was hiding in the Seven Treasures Wonderful Tree, saw that the situation was not good and quickly restrained the power of the Wonderful Tree, thus preserving the great formation.

"What a close call! If the Hunyuan Heluo formation had been broken, then even if Di Jun was deceived, he would have been immediately alarmed, and the plans of all the saints would have been ruined!"

Maitreya secretly felt lucky, then slowly manipulated the colorful divine light to create a tiny crack in the formation.

After the crack was opened, the divine light began to dissipate, and the crack was constantly repaired, obviously urging the princes to get out quickly.

Seeing this situation, even though some of the Jinwu princes felt that they should wait for their eldest brother to come back before making a decision, the youngest Jinwu Lu Ya could not resist his desire for freedom. He cheered, immediately drilled into the crack, and finally left Tanggu without any surprise.

Seeing that he had really left, Lu Ya was very happy. He turned into a fiery red rainbow light and kept dancing in the sky, crowing loudly from time to time. His crow's cry was full of joy for gaining freedom.

Seeing that Lu Ya was free, the other princes could no longer hold back and left Tang Valley one after another. When they saw the beautiful scenery outside, they started dancing too.

After seeing Prince Jinwu coming out, Maitreya had already rushed towards Mount Sumeru. He did not want to stay in this destined killing.

On Mount Xumi, in the Eight Treasures Forest, beside the Merit Pond, there are waves of auspicious mist, the Buddha's light shining everywhere, the Bodhi tree, the pure bitter bamboo, the swaying shadows of the trees, and the void is filled with the true meaning of joy and the honor of bliss. All things are extinguished here, and also revived here.

The two Western leaders were discussing the Dao facing each other, and below were many Buddhas and Bodhisattvas listening attentively, with expressions of great joy, great bliss, and great happiness on their faces. Thousands of golden wheels of merit and virtue appeared here. It was truly the land of the Western Paradise, where countless causes and effects were not affected by anything.

After Maitreya lured the nine Golden Crow princes to leave Tanggu, the two leaders stopped preaching at the same time. Many Buddhas and Bodhisattvas opened their eyes, not knowing why the leaders stopped.

Jie Yin and Zhunti did not say anything, but just smiled at each other.

Then, Jie Yin took out six pure bamboos and pointed them slightly at the void. Countless pure thoughts immediately made the already entangled heavenly secrets even more chaotic. At this time, even a saint would find it difficult to see clearly what would happen in the future.

Zhunti took out the Eastern Green Lotus Flag and pointed it at the void. Thousands of white lights were projected out, once again confusing the destiny of heaven.

Afterwards, a seven-colored Buddha light spread out, spreading like ripples on water to unknown places, and finally merged into the long river of fate.

Under the influence of the seven-colored Buddha light, the already roaring river of fate became even more crazy, and the mud of all living beings immersed at the bottom began to completely permeate the river.

Anyone who has not transcended fate will suffer a catastrophe under the influence of the mud. Only by overcoming this catastrophe can there be hope of achieving Daluo.

After seeing him, Jieyin put his hands together with a look of joy on his face: "Amitabha, good, good."

After saying this, the twelve-grade golden lotus of merit under Jie Yin's seat also bloomed with twelve-colored precious light, which together with the seven-colored Buddha light stirred the long river of fate, and was bound to set off a great reckoning in the prehistoric world.

In Kunlun Mountain, the Three Pure Ones were not willing to fall behind.

I saw a flat crutch quietly emerging in the long river of destiny. The crutch was impartial and just, and it was moderate. It just drew a line across the long river, and the long river of destiny, which originally flowed towards the destined trajectory, suddenly flowed towards an unknown place.

The crutch disappeared, and another jade ruyi floated out. Three gems were inlaid on the ruyi. The gems emitted three kinds of auspiciousness from heaven and earth. It was supported by auspicious clouds and embellished with auspicious air. The milky white light was slowly released, showing its gentle state.

Afterwards, the Sanbao Yuruyi also crashed into the long river of fate, and suddenly three bright rays of light shot into it, dragging some free and easy people into this catastrophe, preventing them from having peace and ease.

A sword appeared quietly, and with a ding sound, thousands of lotus flowers suddenly bloomed everywhere on the long river of fate.

The lotus fragrance is rich and countless flowers are in bloom, but when they bloom to the extreme, these lotus flowers immediately wither and die. Every time a petal falls, it is like thousands of sword energies sweeping in all directions, dooming one person to death, but also bringing life to some people.

The last thing that appeared was a pink hydrangea, which was full of joy. As it moved, thousands of auras of marriage were entangled like silk threads and wrapped around like strips, and finally locked up the two behemoths completely, preventing them from ever escaping.

These two creatures, one is called the demon clan, the other is called the witch clan. As the six saints attacked one after another, all the creatures in the prehistoric world, from the great powers of the universe to the ordinary ants, felt an inexplicable threat rising to the sky, as if there was an inexplicable existence three feet above their heads, watching them.

As for the small cultivators, they just did what they had to do after the panic. Only the innate great gods could feel that this catastrophe had officially begun.

The people who started the catastrophe were none other than the six great saints of the ancient times.

These six saints have already destined that this catastrophe will not be ordinary. No matter who you are or what karma you have, you must go through the catastrophe.

Otherwise, he would surely be hated by heaven and earth, and his cultivation would never improve even a bit from then on.

At this moment, apart from those saints who can still remain calm, perhaps only the disciples around them are still free and easy.

But only these people can be free. Others, even the great gods in the Twelve Levels of Hunyuan, have begun to seek cooperation, trying to survive this catastrophe.

However, the two races of wizards and liches, who were the protagonists of the catastrophe, reacted even slower than outsiders. When the innate gods had already started visiting relatives and friends, they were still maintaining peace in an indecisive manner.

But they don’t know that this peace can be destroyed by the saint with just a wave of his hand.

The first and foremost targets of this fatal calamity were the ten Golden Crow princes.

Since leaving Tanggu, these Jinwu princes began to travel around and appreciate the beautiful scenery of the wild world.

It's just that their cultivation is not enough, and they are unable to restrain the sun divine fire in their bodies. When they are in Tanggu, the Fusang tree helps to collect it. When they are patrolling the sky outside, the Taiyin Divine Chariot can also restrain the divine fire.

But the nine Golden Crows that escaped from Tanggu did not have something like the Taiyin Divine Chariot to restrain the divine fire, and they did not care about the falling of the divine fire. It could not harm them anyway. They were even happier that the heaven and earth were getting warmer.

But the Sun God Fire is not an ordinary thing. This fire burns everything. Even on the sea surface, it can use sea water as fuel and begin to spread everywhere.

Even though the spreading fire did not have the original power, it was still not something that some small cultivators could stop. For a while, it was unknown how much carnage it caused in the East China Sea, and the two great gods in the sea had to appear again to heal the injuries.

But whether it was Zulong or the Northern Xuanwu Zhiming God, they all quietly put out the fire, without any intention of dissuading him, nor did they think of reporting to the Heavenly Court.

As people who have sworn an oath to the Heavenly Dao, they are subject to constraints, but at the same time their connection with the Heavenly Dao is very close, so they are also among the few gods who have seen the actions of the Six Saints.

The six saints were planning to launch a killing calamity, how could they dare to stop them? They all pretended to be deaf and dumb, pretending not to see it.

He even ordered the Dragon Clan and the Black Tortoise Clan to hide in the eye of the sea and not to confront the nine Golden Crow Princes head-on.

However, although the scenery on the sea is endless, it is just a vast ocean.

The nine Golden Crow princes, as gods of the sun, actually did not like the humid place like the four seas, so after playing for a few days, they immediately headed towards the prehistoric continent.

Along the way, a large amount of solar divine fire fell, countless sea water was evaporated, and tens of millions of lives died. Finally, all of them turned into a thick layer of resentment and were swept away by the destiny of heaven.

This layer of resentment came from the resentment of these creatures after their tragic deaths. Under the influence of cause and effect, the luck of Heaven could not resist it at all. The originally golden sea of ​​luck had now slowly turned blood-red.

However, Di Jun and his companions were still in seclusion studying the Great Zhoutian Star Array, and did not notice the rampage of the nine Golden Princes at all. The resentment and calamity energy clouded their perception, making them almost blind.

Along the way, they also met the Great Prince Jinwu, who originally wanted to dissuade his brothers and even report to the Heavenly Court.

But the power from the killing calamity once again affected the prince, causing him, who had been relatively calm, to regain his childish nature. Under the persuasion of several people, he abandoned the Taiyin Divine Chariot and played with his nine younger brothers.

Even in the end, the ten golden crows disliked the prehistoric world being too gloomy and cold, and joined forces to activate the authority of the Sun God. The entire sun star immediately burst into infinite brilliance, and endless light and heat were cast on the earth.

The Sun suddenly exploded, and the Moon had no time to restrain the light, so it could only let it leave the starry sky.

Eventually, the excessive amount of sunlight and starlight gathered into fire, turning countless lands into scorched earth. The flames spread over billions of miles, with the tongues of fire licking continuously, and countless monks died in it.

It is worse than a natural disaster, worse than an earthquake, and worse than a man-made disaster!
The ten golden crows who were the instigators laughed loudly and constantly mobilized their strength to transform into ten suns, which together covered the vast land.

(End of this chapter)