Shrouding the sky: starting from the magic jar of swallowing the sky Chapter 479: Emerging from the Immortal Pond, the Divine General of the Purple Mansion
Chapter 479: Emerging from the Immortal Pond, the Divine General of the Purple Mansion
"Meet the saint!" Queen Mother Xi's eyes were ethereal. She was dignified and holy. She bowed and bowed to Su Yu.
Subsequently, the Yaochi Saint and the Yaochi King also leaned forward and saluted.
Su Yu's eyes moved, taking in the outline of this noble lady, and said warmly: "The Queen Mother of the West excuses herself from the ceremony. You are the Lord of the Holy Land, so there is no need for this!"
As he spoke, two wisps of black light flew out, and two crystal-clear cups appeared. The jade teapot rose out of the air, and two crystal streams fell down.
The breeze passed by, wisps of mist swirled around, and a graceful figure walked out. The girl's body was gentle, her face was covered by the mist, and she offered two cups of tea to the Queen Mother of the West and the King of Yaochi!
"Thank you, senior!" Looking at the shining light in the black jade cup, Queen Mother Xi bowed her head again. When she bent her waist, her graceful figure was clearly revealed, and Su Yu saw it.
The young man with dark eyes was in a state of mind, admiring the other person's grace, but on the surface he was as elegant as a fairy. His eyes seemed to contain a sea of stars, bright and magnificent, and full of charm.
"The appearance is not inferior to that of Yue Shi and Duan Muxue, and the temperament is even better. The Queen Mother of Yaochi is indeed extraordinary!"
Su Yu's mind wavered, and he couldn't help but smile as he recalled the first time he and the other party met.
Now that he has seen thousands of mountains and traveled across thousands of rivers, the young man has become a saint, but he still yearns for the former master of the Yaochi!
And this Yaochi saint, it’s time to repay the kindness of saving her life back then...
The Lord of Guishui Palace, surrounded by purple energy, stopped at the side.
As a newly promoted king, if she wanted to, it would be easy to control Yaochi, and she could evade the Queen Mother of the West with just a few words. This was the power of the third-level monks of Xiantai in the Age of Dharma Ending.
The Law of the Big Dipper is not obvious, and even many extreme forces do not have a current king. The old king of the Ji family was more powerful than the Holy Lord, and everyone in the Ji family had to follow his orders.
Zijun can be like that, but she has a gentle nature and doesn't think much about power. After Xian Sanzhan Dao, everything is as usual, sitting quietly in the courtyard, watching the falling flowers in the water, practicing hard in Taoism, hoping to reach a higher realm!
Therefore, during this visit to the sages, the Queen Mother of the West is the host, and she is the auxiliary...
Zi Jun recognized this palace and raised his eyebrows slightly, wondering what his lover meant.
She saluted Yingying, the Dao-Zhan chains flying around her body, and her aura was out of this world, like a moon palace fairy, which made many holy masters look at her with suspicion.
"I didn't expect a Dao Slayer to walk out of Yaochi. Judging from the fluctuations in divine power, it should be the previous Guishui Palace Master!" Xin Ji, the eldest elder of the Jiang family, thought silently.
This generation of the Jiang family did not step out from the current generation of kings. The ancestors of the god kings who came back from the dead left and disappeared without a trace.
In order to protect Jiang Yifei, the semi-saint ancestor who killed the ruthless successor was an ancient man. Although he had broken the seal for more than ten years, the probability of becoming a saint was almost non-existent!
That person could not become a saint in the heaven and earth where the law was active. Now that he has appeared in the end of the law, it is even more difficult for him to become a saint.
The road to the end of the Dharma is difficult, and it is too difficult to take that step. This also better reflects the amazing talent of Taixu God King.
Thinking of the ancestor of the God King, the Jiang family was a little sad. The Jiang family finally got out of the body of a great God King, but was harmed by Zishan, and its fate was not long.
"I wonder what happened to Taixu..."
In the void, looking at the saints, kings, and half-saints of the Jiang family who were full of vitality, they were a little distracted, thinking of that amazing junior.
In the entire Jiang family, he is the only one who knows Jiang Taixu's true strength.
After he was born, he killed the ruthless successor and fell into a deep sleep. Because his life span was short, he would soon die of old age if he did not fall asleep.
This is also the true situation of each family's background. It is true that they will die at the sight of the light, but their longevity of more than ten years cannot sustain a continuous war.
After being trapped in Zishan, Jiang Taixu survived three calamities in a row. Once he entered the holy realm, he was in the third heaven of saints. The saint who came out of the Age of Ending Dharma woke him up at that time.
Moreover, this junior's fighting power is extremely terrifying. The Holy Law of Fighting breaks the sky and has invincible power. It can be said that this is the hope of the Jiang family in this life.
Unfortunately, due to jealousy of Yingcai, the opponent's origins are almost wiped out and his divine power is exhausted. Unless there is an elixir to save him, he will only end up falling.
This was also the reason why the Holy Master of the Jiang family repeatedly asked for the ancient magic medicine. At that time, the Jiang family was willing to do anything to save the Dacheng Divine King.
"In this world, the storm is rising. The princes of the ancient royal family, the emperors of the Ji family, the descendants of human empresses from foreign lands, the forbidden princes, and all kinds of bloodlines have appeared. Yifei must go to the end and cannot be defeated. Emperor Hengyu's
Prestige should not be lost lightly..." The old man in black robe murmured to himself, as if with some kind of obsession.
He is the direct ancestor of Jiang Yifei's lineage. After Jiang Taixu left, this descendant placed all his hopes on him and had high expectations for him. This is also the reason why he broke the seal and was born...
"The saint wants to find a fairy pond, and Yaochi may be able to help him!" The Queen Mother of the West held her temples high, with nine phoenixes on her hair, and the haze fell. She was dignified and holy, outstandingly beautiful, and graceful, and she presented an ancient scroll.
The maid Tingting Niaoniao transformed into the light of the lunar moon, like a flying spiritual butterfly, took the ancient book from the warm and white hands of the mature woman.
During this process, the maid quietly scratched the opponent's wrist, making Queen Mother Xi feel a little uncomfortable.
But she didn't think much about it, she was just a maid, not a male cultivator...
On the platform, Su Yu reminisced about the softness of Queen Mother Xi's skin and the delicate fragrance on her body, laughed lightly, and looked at ancient books with the old master of Qishi Mansion!
It is said to be an ancient book, but it is just a handwritten note from all the previous sages, which contains mixed truth and falsehood, recording all the secrets of the Immortal Transformation Pond.
Su Yu shook his head and didn't pay much attention to it, while the old palace master read through it carefully, trying to find any clues...
Deep in the millions of mountains, there is a large lake containing beautiful things. The lake and the sky are connected to the sky. The water is misty, with green lotuses flashing in the middle, emerald green like clouds, and there are strange animals in the water, and there are many horns and scales.
In the depths of the lake, flowers, birds, fish and insects live side by side, sparkling, quiet and elegant.
On this spiritual lake, two parties are confronting each other.
On one side, headed by Holy Son Yin Yang and Holy Son Dao Yi, beside them, there are more than a dozen men and women, all of them are very powerful, they are all in the Dragon Transformation Secret Realm, and they are all saint sons and saintess level figures.
This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! On the other side are the descendants of the Thirteen Bandits, Li Heishui, Liu Kou. Ye Fan and Pang Bo are also among them.
"You surnamed Ye, please come with us, my parents have invited you!" The newly appointed Yin Yang Son sneered, and he had an unforgettable hatred for Ye Fan.
The saint sons and saints of the Yin Yang Sect were beheaded by each other. This humiliation can only be washed away with the blood of the Holy Body!
"Holy Son of Yin and Yang, you have to be careful what you say. Lessons from past mistakes are not far away. We must learn from them!" Pang Bo said sarcastically.
Saint Son of Yin Yang's eyes were dark and he said with a sinister expression: "If you come out today, you won't be able to leave!"
After finishing speaking, he took out a red sword, covered with blood, and drew a black and red yin and yang diagram, shattering the wind and clouds, trying to take Ye Fan in!
"The Yin Yang Sect chose the Holy Son so quickly? I don't think it is necessary at all, relying on the realm created by the dragon marrow!" Ye Fan smiled and walked out of the crowd!
He struck out with a palm, and golden blood surged into the sky. It was so terrifying that it directly crushed the opponent's black sword.
The next moment, Ye Fan's figure flashed, as if he was in an uninhabited land, making it difficult for people to guard against. The speed was too fast, and a crystal palm fell like jade. There were lines flowing between the palms of the fingers, and runes flickered one by one.
, that is the power of Tao.
The Holy Son of Yin and Yang could not avoid it, so he raised his hands to fight with great fear in his heart.
"puff!"
There was a light sound, and the hands of Yin Yang Saint Son were broken like paper lakes, and then his whole body slumped down. The big hand in the air slapped him, and he was unable to resist.
The Holy Son of Yin and Yang couldn't even let out a scream. He slapped his head and slapped his head, crushing him into a pulp. His bones melted and he was no longer human.
The people next to him all backed up quickly, breaking out in cold sweat. That was the Holy Son of the Yin Yang Sect, and he was slapped to death. It was horrifying.
The scene was noisy, Daoyi Shengzi and others were all red-eyed. One of the women came out, pulled out a black sword and glared at Ye Fan, pointing at Ye Fan and said: "You are too presumptuous, the elder of my religion is nearby,
You actually dare to take action, you know..."
Ye Fan's eyes were cold, he didn't say a word, and he just slapped it with a palm. The pure power of blood was hard to match.
"Ah!" The Saint of Yin and Yang screamed and wailed. Miaoman's body was crushed and covered in blood. Only a beautiful head was left, with a pair of big eyes looking at the sky in disbelief.
She had not yet reached the realm of Immortal Stage. After losing her body, she had no support in the sea of consciousness. She died on the spot, and her appearance was very ferocious.
Ye Fan walked forward step by step, forcing the people like Daoyi Saint Son. More than a dozen Saint Son-level figures retreated together. No one dared to make a move, and they were all a little afraid.
"You little beast, you're looking for death!"
A roar came from the distant mountains, roaring the mountains and rivers, thousands of miles of blue water surging, and countless waves rising. A white-haired old man flew out, it was the old leader of the Yin Yang Sect!
This living fossil is over three thousand years old, and his life is short now, but his magical power is so powerful that it makes people's hearts beat. At this time, he has a ferocious look on his face, with murderous intent in his eyes, and he almost wants to choose people to devour.
The old leader of the Yin Yang Sect was surrounded by white mist, and his spirit was hale and hearty. His thin body was like a dormant dragon, with terrifying energy and blood hidden in his body, exuding terrifying fluctuations.
In an instant, murderous intent filled the air, and many people retreated one after another. Unable to withstand the momentum, a big black and red hand stretched out, covering the sky and the sun. Dao patterns flowed in it, carrying a huge coercion, which was extremely heavy, like the pressure of a star field.
fall.
"Do you think there is no one in our Qinglian Dynasty?" The little dragon king in green shouted.
The old leader of the Yin Yang Sect snorted coldly and did not stop. He wanted to refine the holy body into a slave and drink the holy blood.
As long as his life is not taken, the Maurya King can't say anything!
Ye Fan's heart sank, but he showed no fear on his face. He used the incomplete golden war weapon, his hair stood on end, and shouted: "Kill the young one, come to the old one, I have expected this!"
He broke away from Pang Bo and the others, not wanting his old friends to be involved in this matter. A living fossil came to kill him. This was a big disaster!
"You little beast, do you really think you can run amok with a broken holy weapon? No one can save you today!" The white-haired old man had a gloomy look on his face, and he used the Yin-Yang Mirror, the holy weapon of suppression!
The ancient mirror of yin and yang was as red as blood on the front and as violent as ink on the back. The two qi of yin and yang flowed up and down on his head.
"boom!"
In an instant, red clouds shot out from the front of the Yin and Yang Realm, and the entire spiritual lake turned red, with threads of chaotic mist lingering, exuding an aura of creation.
Everyone exclaimed that the Yin-Yang Mirror evolved into a small bloody world, chaotic and hazy, trying to close Ye Fan inside and refine it into pus and blood.
"Ye Fan!"
Pang Bo, Li Heishui and others were all nervous, worried that something might happen to him!
In the center of the battlefield, the light of the Holy Path shines brightly. Ye Fan barely resists it with a piece of Yuantian Treasure Map. The cracks on the incomplete war weapon are getting bigger and bigger.
"problem occurs!"
The Golden Winged Peng King frowned and felt very bad. He did not expect that the other party would take out the Suppressing Holy Weapon.
The next moment, the old leader of the Yin-Yang Sect took action again, activating the Yin-Yang Mirror and shooting out a ray of holy power, heading towards Ye Fan, this time to completely destroy him.
"Old leader, show your respect, Ye Fan will be killed for unknown reasons!"
At this moment, a bright green light appeared in the mountains and rivers, and a chaotic green lotus fell down to this place, its green branches and leaves squeezing the spiritual lake.
This was a handsome young man, more beautiful than a woman. Green light flowed all over his body, and he flew out, standing in the sky, confronting the white-haired old man.
"For the sake of Emperor Qinglian and Palace Master Chaos, please retreat. I won't argue with you." The old leader of the Yin Yang Sect said with a cold expression.
"The holy son of your sect, the saint who died in a battle with others of the same rank. As the leader of this sect, you block the path of others, use the strong to bully the weak, and harm the harmony of heaven. Aren't you afraid of causing great karma?" Qinglian?
The prince said seriously.
"Cause and effect? I am the great cause and effect myself. If I take his life, no one can stop me!" The old leader of the Yin Yang Sect's cold eyes shocked the world.
At this moment, all the young people watching were trembling, and all living beings were terrified.
Prince Qinglian insisted on blocking the front.
However, the Yin-Yang Mirror shook slightly, and the sea of blood rolled. When it pressed forward, there was a "bang", the green lotus shook, and the green leaves all over the sky withered.
Prince Qinglian groaned, unable to resist, blood spilled from the corner of his mouth, and he flew out!
"die!"
The old leader of the Yin Yang Sect shouted coldly. The treasure mirror above his head bloomed with thousands of rays of red clouds, which resonated with the ripples of the avenue. The lake was filled with the aura of creation, and all the shocked spectators gasped in their hearts.
When the bloodline pressed forward again, Ye Fan felt very cold in his heart. He knew that the other party would kill him this time, and the big shots he had met in the past were all gone, so no one could protect him.
"Keng!"
With the sound of metal shattering, the war weapon exploded into pieces and was broken into pieces by the ancient holy soldiers. It turned into countless light rains and scattered into the void. It was no match for the Yin Yang Mirror.
Even if there is the blessing of the Yuantian Formation, it is useless. The other party's skills are as good as creation, and ordinary holy masters are no match for him!
Ye Fan groaned, vomiting blood, a crack appeared between his eyebrows, and his breath suddenly dropped.
Taking advantage of the aftermath of the shattered holy weapon, Ye Fan jumped out, took out the chessboard array, and crossed into the distance.
"Where to go!" The old leader of the Yin Yang Sect was extremely brave, leading his holy soldiers across the void, preparing to kill him.
The two of them chased and escaped into the depths of the Qinling Mountains, and came to a stone forest. There was a dry lake here, which looked very dry!
Ye Fan fell into the void and fell on the river bed full of cracks. He was covered in blood, breathing heavily, and looked miserable.
The light door opened wide, and the old man from the Yin-Yang Sect walked out, with the Yin-Yang Mirror above his head, exuding a fierce aura.
"I will not take your life. If you kill the holy son of our religion, the holy son will become the war slave of the holy religion. He will atone for his sins and help the revival of the holy religion!" The white-haired old man's eyes were cold, and a black and red talisman rose in his hand.
Wen, walked forward step by step, wanting to plant a slave mark on Ye Fan's soul.
The latter's breath was weak, his eyes were glowing, and the soul in the sea of consciousness held the ancient bronze sword tightly, waiting for an opportunity.
This ancient artifact becomes stronger when it encounters a strong force. If it collides with the Yin-Yang Mirror, it can be comparable to the ancient holy weapon...
The Holy Son of Purple Mansion who followed him moved his eyes slightly and found the mark of a monk on a huge stone, and on the other side saw the image of an old man riding a green bull.
"Sakyamuni and Lao Tzu, it seems that the Immortal Transformation Pond is here!" The Holy Son of Zifu said to himself and passed this information back.
Then he took a step forward, the chaotic light burst out, the sky suddenly changed, and the purple energy came three thousand miles east. The old leader of the Yin Yang Sect tightened his eyes, feeling a terrible threat.
"Zheng!"
The golden light surged, the sky was boundless, a golden and jade staff flew out, the chaotic energy lingered, and the immortal light of the beginning shone everywhere, turning the stretching mountains into powder, and hit the white-haired old man!
The old leader of the Yin Yang Sect frowned and retreated into the void, but he was still a step too slow.
"puff!"
A clear sound sounded, and a brilliant golden light swept across the old leader of the Yin-Yang Sect and hit the Yin-Yang Mirror. Thousands of rays of fairy light burst out, annihilating the void.
The ancient mirror reflects the sky. This is the handed down holy weapon trained by the ancient sages of Yin and Yang. It is naturally flawless, but the master of the weapon suffered a backlash.
The old leader of the Yin Yang Sect groaned, his wrinkled face twitched, and he quickly backed away, looking ahead with fear.
The Holy Son of the Purple Mansion wears purple jade robes, his face is not visible, his black hair is loose, and he holds a golden jade staff in his hand. His aura is as deep as the sea, wrapped in the mist of chaos, like a hidden existence!
"Your Excellency..." The old man from the Yin Yang Sect frowned, feeling the threat in his heart and already thinking about leaving.
"You can call me the Divine General of Zifu!"
The Holy Son of Purple Mansion has a calm voice, and chaos energy flows throughout his body. Although he has entered the second heaven of Immortal Stage for the first time, he is not inferior to the Holy Master in the slightest, and has a unique temperament.
After being transformed by Su Yu, he transferred to the "Eternal Transformation Sutra", and was later given the Devouring Rune by Su Yu, baptizing himself with the Chaos Qi, and his cultivation progressed rapidly.
His qualifications are very good. Although he cannot compete with the top bloodline such as Xiantian Tao Fei, he can still fight against the king's body. He is not an easy person.
Being able to obtain the Immortal Killing Gourd is enough to prove his luck. For these reasons, Su Yu is willing to train him, and the latter has also proved his worth...