Goddess, she's gone

Chapter 568 Yin Mang: Have I really... lost my memory?
It's just, the man looking at the Buddha Kingdom from a high platform.

There was nothing but indifference on her impeccably handsome face.

Indifferent and calm to the point of sadness.

Mi Zhe just silently looked at the glorious and misty kingdom of God above his head, with strands of golden brilliance reflected in his eyes.

Yin Mang, who had been floating in mid-air, stayed in place for a short time.

As soon as she raised her hand, she lightly landed in front of the man sitting cross-legged.

The girl put one hand behind her back, and there was a trace of inquiry and confusion in her eyes.

"...Have I lost my memory?"

Yin Mang was talking to himself in a low voice, his dark pupils were as bright as obsidian, radiating an intoxicating brilliance.

Her figure is almost transparent.The golden sunlight passed through the girl's half-illusory cheeks.

The peony-like face of the woman is all the more illusory and unreal.

Yin Mang tried his best to recall the memories of the past ten thousand years.

But no matter how she associates and digs, she doesn't find a fragment of memory related to it.

"If I really came to the City of Three Buddhas and disturbed Mi Zhe's situation before he became a Buddha."

"Then in the future, when Zizai Tian is independent from the heavens and worlds, someone will always mention this matter..."

Not only that.

For those guys who have been smashed by her, when Yaozu and Mozu mentioned each other, there should be more or less clues.

but.

No, not a single clue.

She couldn't even find anything about Mi Zha from her memory.

Except for the curse thing, of course.

Yin Mang stared at Mi Zhe's face, which was too handsome to be real, and ground his teeth again.

In the blue sky, the thunder light gradually dispersed, and the red demonic aura dissipated with the wind.

The frenzy and turmoil that had just happened in a moment had disappeared completely.

Only the thick clouds and the pure land of the Kingdom of God remained.

The Buddhist cultivators who were forced to retreat a thousand meters away by the powerful coercion came late.

When they arrived, they only saw the Buddha sitting cross-legged on the high platform with an indifferent expression.

Some monks who reacted quickly also sneaked back.

They felt that the coercion in the city was not there, so they guessed that the monster emperor had left.

Then I thought, come and see the excitement of the endgame.

Everyone came to the square one by one.

I happened to see that there was a shock between the sky and the earth.

The glow of the sun shines from far away in the sky.

Like a colorful horse chain, it penetrates the Kingdom of God and shines around the man on the high platform.

That kind of light carries the greatest power between heaven and earth, and the affirmation of the way of heaven.

Between the rays of the sun, pieces of merit and virtue are so brilliant that people can't open their eyes.

Thousands of Buddhist practitioners immediately sat down cross-legged as the golden light fell, chanting scriptures in a low voice.

And those monks who watched the excitement watched this spectacular scene in amazement, their mouths were open enough to stuff an egg into it.

"This, this is..."

"...This is the identification of the origin of Tao!"

Among the crowd, an older cultivator recognized the source of the Dao Xiaguang almost instantly.

"...We actually witnessed the birth of one of the heavens and worlds!"

There are thousands of ways.

The origin of the Dow.

The monk went against the sky, broke through the sky and became a fairy, in order to live forever.

What they cultivate is the Tao.

Existing between the heaven and the earth, the eternal Tao will remain forever.

But most of these Taos are naturally generated.

Most people have only seen it from ancient records, or heard about it from layers of legends.

Those who are powerful can create and inherit the Tao.

(End of this chapter)