Seeing the Taiyin Fairy returning to the spiritual treasure, Yang Sanyang glanced around and said, "This place is not a place to stay for a long time, and you need to leave as soon as possible to avoid being involved in any trouble."

The sleeves were swung, and the dragon beard tiger and the blue bird fell out. There was only a scream, and the dragon beard tiger wailed: "I've been killed! Which beast dares to throw you dragon beard tiger... tiger... master?"

"Little Man, you dare to be rude to the girl!" The blue bird was dizzy when he was thrown, and at this time he was thrusting towards Yang Sanyang's head.

"Okay! Okay! Stop making trouble! It is not advisable to stay in the wilderness for a long time. Now the great catastrophe of the gods has subsided, and there have been shocking changes that you two have imagined in the outside world. You can fly away quickly, and you must not stay here!" Yang Sanyang glanced at the surrounding world, and a golden line in his eyes: "The army of hundreds of tribes is about to evacuate. Dragon and Beard Tiger, keep a low profile and don't cause any trouble."

After the words came, Yang Sanyang turned over and rode on Longyehu and kicked Longyehu's thigh: "Go away quickly, don't waste time!"

"No, Master! The great catastrophe of gods and demons has ended. How long have you been locked up for me?" Longye Tiger wailed.

The great catastrophe of gods and demons... In the memory of dragons and beards and tigers, every battle between gods and demons is at least 100,000 years, with heavy casualties and blood flowing into a river. I don’t know how many gods will turn into powder and fall between heaven and earth.

Yang Sanyang sealed himself once, and even caused the great disaster of gods and demons to pass once. What a long time?

If it were the acquired bloodline, I would have been exhausted long ago and died unknowingly.

"Oh my god, you actually sealed me for a disaster. It's simply... it's worse than a beast!" The blue bird was furious and was about to use its wings to slap Yang Sanyang's face.

"Ba~" Yang Sanyang grabbed the bird's wings: "What's the hurry? Things have changed. A saint was born in the world and resolved the great catastrophe of gods and demons. I sealed you for less than ten years, so how could it take 100,000 years? You two are thinking too much."

"Saint? What is a saint?" Qingniao was stunned when she heard this, her eyes full of surprise.

"I'm too lazy to explain to you. You will know after asking for a little later. In short, there is a big change now. Let's go back quietly and don't cause any trouble!" Yang Sanyang whispered.

The dragon, beard, tiger and blue bird seemed to understand it when they heard it. They just looked at Yang Sanyang's serious expression and couldn't help but feel moved.

Since the two met Yang Sanyang, this little monkey has always been lawless. Now that he is scared to this state, it must be a great thing.

Then the two of them kept silent, but their eyes flashed, and they controlled the wind and fled to the square mountain of Lingtai.

Yang Sanyang rode on the dragon and bearded tiger, closed his eyes and looked inside the soul orifice, and focused his attention in the Bagua furnace, and a burning light appeared in his eyes: "Interesting! Interesting!"

Inside the Bagua Furnace

Previously, the Buddha's Dharma Image used the majesty of the blessing of the Heavenly Way to stabilize time and space, and the origin of the Wind God about to explode. Under the power of the Heavenly Way, the power gathered by the Wind God exploded instantly like a native chicken and a tiled dog, and the Wind God's life soul was also dispersed by the Buddha's Dharma Image with the help of the Heavenly Way and completely disappeared from the world.

If you are destined to be in the future, you may be able to resurrect from the long river of time. As for whether you can survive, everything depends on the number of days.

The power of a saint can easily crush the Demon Ancestor, let alone a mere wind god?

At this time, the skin, blood and flesh of Feng Shen in the Bagua Furnace were all smelted by the Six Ding and Six Jia Divine Fire, and only a skeleton was left to be calcined in the Bagua Furnace.

"As long as the skeleton is over forty-nine days, this skeleton will melt and turn into a bone relic! Then, bless various secret methods of saints and nurturing them with special methods, and then the Dingfeng Pill can be nurturing, so that it can stabilize all the wind power in the world!" Yang Sanyang's eyes were withdrawn from the Bagua furnace, and a bright light appeared in his eyes.

Within the soul

I saw that the seal technique in the saint's Dharma image changed, and it kept flying out and falling into the Bagua furnace, and was absorbed by the Fengshen skeleton.

The skeleton of the Wind God is crystal clear, like a jade stone, flashing with a bright light, revealing the lightness of the wind, and there is endless power in it accompanied by the shining of divine light. Although he was smelted by the Six Ding and Six Garments Divine Fire, he had not suffered any damage.

It was just a series of runes produced by Taiqing Dharma, but the Fengshen bones began to melt slowly like candles, gathering into a ball of crystal liquid the size of a basketball.

With the smelting and burning of the Liuding Liujia divine fire, the runes in the liquid began to slowly condense, from the size of a basketball to the size of a bowl, then turned into the size of a table tennis ball, or even into the size of a pigeon egg, and finally into the size of a peanut, which could not be reduced and completely solidified. Countless talisman cultures in the body were intertwined with golden threads, and then disappeared in an instant, turning into a golden pill, smelting and hammering in the Liuding Liujia divine fire.

"Thanks to the majesty of the saints that had been brought down by the way of heaven before, otherwise the sacrifice and refining of the Dingfeng Pearl might not have been so smooth!" Yang Sanyang's eyes showed a divine light, and strange smiles flowed in his eyes: "Just staying forty-nine days for the sacrifice and refining, and warming it with low fire, you can start to practice it."

Buzhou Mountain

The Hall of Gods

The God Emperor sat upright on the main seat, and below it, the divine light surged into the sky. Forty-eight thousand gods stood in the void of the hall. At this time, the atmosphere in the hall was stagnant.

"Everyone!" The God Emperor spoke, his voice full of solemnity: "As the changes in today's land, a saint was born and the power of a saint was seen with his own eyes, he was as strong as a demon ancestor, and he was not an enemy of one unit."

As soon as these words were spoken, all the gods looked gloomy and a solemn light appeared in their eyes.

"If you don't become a saint, you will become an ant. The gods and other gods will control the universe. For the sentient beings in the heavens and us, they are just ants, but my gods are also ants to the saints!" The God Emperor's voice was full of depression: "The heaven has changed! The times have changed! If there is no saint among the gods, they will inevitably be eliminated by heaven and earth, replaced by saints, and the authority of the universe has been stolen."

"I am only one step away from the holy path. Please go back and concentrate on practicing. Don't cause trouble, just wait for the final decisive battle to come... and share the same with the demons!" The God Emperor said in a serious voice: "If it hits the saint's hand, I can't save you."

"We are obeying the laws of the Emperor of God!" All the gods bowed together.

After the Emperor of God finished speaking, the gods dispersed. The ancestor Hong walked back with a serious expression. Before he could walk out of Buzhou Mountain, he suddenly heard a shout from behind him: "Hong! Hong! Hong! Hong! Wait for me!"

Bai Ze trotted all the way and came to Hong's side.

"The military advisor called me to stop, I don't know what instructions?" Seeing Bai Ze, Hong was stunned and stopped.

Although he didn't see Bai Ze's cultivation, Bai Ze represented the will of the God Emperor. Even if it was Hong, he would not dare to disrespect him.

"Haha, I don't think I haven't seen that little boy for some years. I miss you a little, just go and have a look with fellow Taoists!" Bai Ze said with a smile.

Upon hearing this, the ancestor nodded and walked out of Buzhou Mountain with Hong. Bai Ze looked around and lowered his voice and said, "Is the saint really that strong?"

The extreme west

"Old Ancestor, is the saint really that strong?" King Qilin raised his head and stared at the Demon Ancestor with bright eyes.

The Demon Ancestor stopped hearing this, closed his eyes, as if he was trapped in memories. On the other hand, the Feng Zu and Zulong were all staring at the Demon Ancestor.

"If you don't become a saint, you will eventually become an ant!" The Demon Ancestor's face was solemn, and he paused every word, as if there was a thousand pounds of power in his words.

If you are not saint, you will eventually become an ant!

A simple sentence has already explained everything.

"But the ancestor is in charge of the Great Moul of the World, and has the God-killing Spear in his hand. Even if he loses, he will not be defeated so quickly!" Feng Zu was dissatisfied.

"The saint is the way of heaven, and controls the great power of heaven! If you go against the saint, you go against the way of heaven! All sentient beings in the heaven are under the way of heaven. Who dares to disobey the way of heaven?" The Demon Ancestor shook his head.

The three ancestors of the Dragon, Phoenix and Qilin looked solemn, and the ancient ten evil spirits did not say a word, their eyes were filled with worry.

The saint is so powerful that the history of the Great Wilderness will inevitably be rewritten. Where should the demons go?

It seemed that the atmosphere was too solemn, and the Demon Ancestor smiled softly: "You fellow Taoists don't have to worry too much. Although the saints control the way of heaven and are invincible in the world, it is precisely because of their control of the power of heaven that their behavior must be more in line with the laws of heaven. We cultivators, as long as they attain the first step, will not be killed even if they have too many energy."

"Only when the energy is exhausted can the saints take power to the heavenly way and perform the responsibility of the heavenly way!" The Demon Ancestor's eyes showed a fire of wisdom: "Although I have never become a saint now, I have already stood on that threshold. As long as I unified the Great Wilderness, I can easily cross that threshold. I also have a little understanding of the holy way."

"The number of qi involves dozens of laws such as merit, cause and effect, karma, etc. Although we are innate gods, we cannot control the number of qi. How can we know if our number of qi is exhausted?" Zulong grabbed his wrist, and a hint of helplessness appeared in his eyes.

After hearing this, the Demon Ancestor frowned: "It's better to choose to prepare for the war than to say so much. If I can win the third great catastrophe of gods and demons, and I will enter the holy path, my ferocious beast clan will naturally soar into the sky and no longer be afraid of the saints."

"Everything goes back. This time I fight with the saint, I have touched some mystery of the holy path... I want to go further and throw the God Emperor far behind me, so that he will always have the right to look back on me!" The Demon Ancestor smiled coldly.

The ferocious beasts stood up and bowed respectfully to the Demon Ancestor. They were about to turn around and retreat when they heard the Demon Ancestor say, "Stay the Ancestral Dragon."

Zulong was shocked when he heard this, and then stood in the hall with a wry smile.

"Do you know, I will leave you behind?" The Demon Ancestor stared at the Zulong with a burning gaze.

"Please give me some advice!" Zulong said respectfully.
Chapter completed!