Bang!

Five fingers buckle the dragon's head!

The big mouth that Ao Wushou wanted to vomit was suddenly closed, and black air as thick as a beam and pillar sprayed out from his nose, eyes, and ears.

A pair of eyes instantly dyed a scarlet red.

The huge force was stalemate, and the dragon struggled with anger.

Ao Wushou was extremely angry and furious, but he was still pressed by the giant palm.

He slapped into the Domain Sect.

boom!

Then the two palms were closed, the five fingers bounced down, and the five-colored divine lights flowed one by one, like chains, wrapping the domain gate layer by layer.

"ah!!!"

Amid the earth-shaking roar in the Domain Sect, the giant palm dissipated and the Domain Sect disappeared.

The air waves flowed back thousands of miles long, causing strong winds, and then disappeared.

Many monks looked around, but they could not see An Qisheng's shadow. The breath was calm and the formation was stable. In the past few moments, it was as calm as if nothing had happened.

"The Taoist Yuanyang..."

Several powerful people in the Cave Heaven who maintained the formation were sweating coldly on their foreheads. The status of this name in their hearts instantly rose to their limits.

This battle was enough to shock the world.

One side is not inferior to the top ten sects and has almost been uprooted.

Without the Domain Sect, without the Lord of Butian Pavilion, the powerful person who crushed the vacuum, and several other powerful people in the Cave Heaven, Butian Pavilion was dead in name only.

Even the masters who came to assist were slapped back twice, and Butian Pavilion's foundation in Dongzhou was almost ruined.

Butian Pavilion has so many enemies, and no one dares to provoke it on weekdays because it is backed by Zhongzhou Butian Pavilion, and the Domain Gate was sealed at this time.

As long as the three holy places are not borrowed from the domain, even if there are shattered vacuum-level powerful people in Zhongzhou Butian Pavilion, it will probably take hundreds of years to come across several states.

"This, this Bai Yujing..."

Several powerful people in the cave world looked at each other and saw each other's hearts.

Bai Yujing is undoubtedly the largest foundation of Butian Pavilion. It has gathered the transactions of eleven monks in Dongzhou.

You can imagine how huge the treasure mountain it is.

"We're just afraid we won't be able to save it."

Duan Sanlang shook his head and was the first to get rid of the huge temptation.

Bai Yujing's daily level fee for entering the city is already more than the life savings of the sect where they are. Even though they have condensed the cave heaven, they cannot swallow such huge profits.

If you act forcibly, you are seeking death.

"yes."

The other people also thought of this and sighed sadly.

They are the guests recruited by Butian Pavilion from the nearby small sects, and they know the horror of Bai Yujing the most. This is a continuous treasure mountain.

Taking this city as the foundation can create a foundation that is not inferior to the top ten sects.

No one is not moved.

Huh ~

A breeze blew, with a strong smell of blood.

Duan Sanlang took a deep breath and his eyes moved:

“It’s not impossible…”

"Hmm? Brother Duan, what are you talking about?"

The other people looked along Duan Sanlang's gaze, but there was exactly where the Yuanyang Taoist was before.

"This Taoist Priest Yuanyang left in a hurry. Although he took away several treasures of the Marquis, there were also many elixirs left in Butian Pavilion..."

Duan Sanlang swept over several people and whispered: "If we collect his old man's spoils and send them to him, we may be able to get the protection of his old man..."

Witness the three masters who suppressed the three masters, pressed the Domain Sect with one hand, and suppressed the many masters of Butian Pavilion with a blink of an eye.

No one would think he was not qualified to own this white jade capital.

"this......"

Those masters of the cave world looked at each other and were all heartbroken.

"However, Bai Yujing is not something we can eat. 10% of the city's income is used to maintain many facilities in the city, but 80% need to be provided to him..."

The more Duan Sanlang thought about it, the more he felt it was feasible, and the more he thought about it, the more excited he became:

"This is already amazing."

The other people naturally had no objection. Originally, 70% of the profits from Butian Pavilion were handed over to Butian Pavilion in Zhongzhou. They were already satisfied with the fact that they could get 10%.

"Brother Duan, what do you think I should do?"

Immediately, the few people were ready to try it out. Although they were guests from Butian Pavilion, they had no feelings for Butian Pavilion.

"You can collect the treasures and resources of Butian Pavilion first, and clean up the remnants of Butian Pavilion..."

Duan Sanlang's eyes shine:

"Before this, we have to go and build a statue of the god for Taoist Yuanyang and his elders to determine the ownership of this city so as not to snatch other sects..."

"It's amazing!"

"Brother Duan is truly spiritual and wise, I'm not as good as I can!"

"That's it!"

......

There are millions of monks in Baiyujing. Even though most of them are casual cultivators, many major sects and even holy places still have strongholds here.

Before the war ended, all the information had been transmitted to many sects through many channels and at a speed beyond the imagination of mortals.

Buzz ~

The divine light broke through the emptiness, and suddenly it disappeared into nothingness after a thousand miles.

Crossing thousands of mountains and rivers, falling into the "Mingyue Holy Mountain".

The Holy Mountain of Mingyue hangs high above the sky, and the fairy light lingers in between, like a blessed land of the fairy mountain, the divine light traverses into it like a mud cow entering the sea.

Half past the holy mountain, on a white jade slab flowing in a clear spring, Qi Shenyu, who was as handsome as a god, raised his eyebrows as if he was conscious.

That divine light flashed freely in his eyes.

But the battle scenes above Bai Yujing are showing.

The Taoist Yuanyang...the giant palm covering the sky...the three giants were suppressed...the world gate was born, the dragon roar, the world gate was sealed...the whispers of several people who even maintained the formation.

All of them were captured.

"Is it a sign of the future of the great world..."

Qi Shenyu slowly let out a breath, and the elixir-fuzzy swallows that filled the holy mountain sank into his body like a swarm of pills.

Keep his body and mind flawless.

In just less than four years, a junior who was born and never taken seriously had grown to this point.

Even though we look at the 30 million years of ancient and modern times, only a few people on the land of Dongzhou have achieved such amazing results.

And those people are all powerful people who can reach the sky and the earth.

Except for the few who died young, all of them were successful, and they were crowned kings, and even embarked on the path of supreme.

This is a legend, a myth.

I saw and experienced it with my own eyes. Even the state of mind that Qi Shenyu had practiced for two thousand years could not help but ripples appeared.

This is a sign that the world is about to come.

call!

He was moved by his mood, and his dark figure appeared behind him again, as if he was everywhere like a shadow:

"The Great Elder, that man, has truly become a climate."

Qi Shenyu looked quiet and said lightly: "Mo Ying, what do you think about this person?"

“This person…”

Mo Ying pondered for a moment before slowly speaking: "Unscrupulous, fearless and fearless."

"I will have something to rely on without any restraint. Looking at the Yuanyang Taoist's actions, I am sure that this time I took the initiative to fight against Butian Pavilion, I am afraid that it will be for us to see."

Mo Ying carefully considered the sentence and summarized his own views.

There is almost everyone who knows all the information about the Taoist Yuanyang, and almost everyone knows the Holy Land of Mingyue. As the shadow of the oracle of Qi, he naturally won’t know.

Looking at the man's sudden appearance, what he did was a rare unscrupulous person in the world.

But even if he is a madman and a rude man, he must have a great support, not to mention that Taoist Yuanyang, who is a talented person, must be the best person in Dongzhou.

But where is his dependence?

"It's a pity that the Holy Lord has not yet left the gate, otherwise with Mingyue's understanding of this person's foundation, everything will be solved."

Qi Shenyu shook his head slightly, sighing slightly:

"This time, there is some fun watching. The madman from Butian Pavilion is not easy to mess with..."

Butian Pavilion has a special status in Dongzhou.

It is not as good as the three holy places and the ten sects, but its status is not much different, and it even makes other sects and even the holy places afraid.

This is of course not without a reason.

"But, there are only a few strong men in Guiyi in this world. There seems to be no such person in Butian Pavilion..."

Mo Ying was a little confused:

"Even if they come with the help of other domain sects, they may not be able to do anything to the Taoist Yuanyang."

In one battle, he defeated three master-level figures. There is no doubt that this Yuanyang Taoist has become the number one person in Dongzhou after Emperor Tianding.

Once upon a time, the heads of the ten major sects took action together, and the revival of the King Lingbao, and the various Sects of Wonderful Sects suppressed the Kings.

But as a result, Emperor Tianding was able to fight back and kill the head of the Refining Platform!

Such an existence is almost invincible among the same level. No matter how strong the Butian Pavilion in Zhongzhou is, can the heads of the top ten sects join forces to become stronger?

"The magical weapon and spiritual treasure are only used to inherit and protect the Tao. The real foundation of the holy land is something that outsiders cannot guess..."

Qi Shenyu slowly lowered his eyes, covering the ripples deep in his eyes:

"Any holy land has been baptized by a long period of time and has been passed down from the Middle Ages. It does not represent anything in this world..."

“You mean?”

Mo Ying seemed to have thought of something, and her heart was slightly shocked. This was a secret that he had never touched before.

It seems that the Taoist Yuanyang actually made the elder feel the crisis.

"The holy land has been passed down from generation to generation for millions of years, how can it be easily surpassed by one person and one generation?"

Qi Shenyu's body and mind are silent, and his voice is dull:

"He is the best in his life, but my holy land is the best in all ages..."

.........

When he came, he hurriedly pursued him, spanning one and two hundred thousand miles.

When he left, An Qisheng was not in a hurry. He left Bai Yujing and walked slowly.

"After flying for a long time, I forgot what it feels like to be down-to-earth."

An Qisheng stood on the deck with his hands behind his back, and the ship went downstream.

Looking from afar, I saw the river rolling eastward and the waves rushing.

It is like the endless eternal river of time. No matter how amazing it is, it is just a wave that flashes and disappears in this rolling river.

"Why should you leave if you can fly?"

Sanxin Lan Lingtong sat on An Qisheng's shoulder, and his calves kept swaying: "Fly, isn't it faster?"

"The great way is not only in the sky, but also in the earth."

An Qisheng held three Qiankun Spirit Rings, which were the rings of the three Lords of Butian Pavilion, including a large number of treasures and elixirs.

But in his heart, these many elixirs and treasures seemed to be less precious than the extraordinary river in front of him.

"Mr. Monster, you humans speak too puzzling."

Sanxin Lan Lingtong shook her head, not used to this way of speaking: "It is obvious that she can summarize it in the simplest words, why do you have to be so roundabout?"

In fact, it believes that language is only secondary, and the communication of information and the transmission of words and words is an extremely low way.

"Language is the transmission of the soul. The soul cannot face others directly. It will eventually turn around. It is like I am not invading the cold and heat at this time, and I am still wearing clothes."

An Qisheng glanced at the little blue-skinned monster.

Of course, there is no such thing as wearing clothes for information life. Fortunately, they do not have the same distinction between male and female.

"don't know."

The three-hearted Lan Lingtong did not think about human psychology, shook her head, turned into a stream of light and sank into An Qisheng's body again.

The many spiritual imprints are the greatest attraction to them.

Information is food and its promotion. Not long after it came to this world, it already felt like it was about to advance.

Huh ~

In the wet breeze, An Qisheng sat cross-legged, facing the sky with his five hearts closed and his eyes focused.

Digested the gains and losses of this battle.

Once upon a time, he would record every major event and unforgettable experience in the book, take it out in the future, and carefully ponder it after the change of mood.

Now he naturally doesn't need a "laptop", but after every incident, he will summarize gains and losses, good and bad.

If this is the cause, what kind of fruit will be born?

If this is the result, what is the cause?

This seemingly boring and meaningless thing runs through An Qisheng's past and present life, and enters all dreams.

......

In the Qianshan Cave Heaven, Feng Shidu was freely talking to several masters of the cave heaven in Butian Pavilion. The starlight was whipped in his hand, and the conversation was always unfavorable.

On the edge of Qianshan Mountain, there were three more people in the Tianyuan, and the starlight gathered here like a substance, suppressing the struggle of the Lord Butian Pavilion and the Lord Ling Tian.

Qian Shisi and the old man sat opposite each other, silent. Qian Shisi looked dull, but the old man felt ashamed and unwilling.

It seems that for a moment, I don't know what to say.

"Zuan Yang Taoist!"

The eyes of the Sect Master Ling Tian dripped blood, and his anger was burning above his head like a substance, as if he was about to burn the world.

Under the extremely powerful suppression, he could not even get up, and let him struggle.

The same one as him is the Lord of Butian Pavilion.

The Lord of Butian Pavilion was even more embarrassed than him, dressed in rags and bloody at seven orifices. The more he struggled, the more he was suppressed.

"The two fellow Taoists don't have to struggle. In this galaxy, you and I will become shackles that bind each other. The more you struggle, the stronger the suppression you will endure."

Finally, Qian Shisi spoke.

As soon as he spoke, the two of the Sect Master Ling Tian stopped and struggled with an ugly expression while the earth was shaking.

In this battle, several people were not necessarily injured, but it was difficult to accept being suppressed in this way.

"Fellow Daoist Qian knows a lot."

The Lord Ling Tian's face turned blue, his eyes were filled with fire, and his tone was not good.

Buzz ~

Gan Shisi was about to speak, but suddenly his heart moved.

When I looked up, I saw that the sky was red with blood.

Thousands of slight blood light burst out from the slump stone on the top of Mount Qianshan, an ancient altar that seemed to have experienced many years of baptism.
Chapter completed!