Shrouding the sky: starting from the magic jar of swallowing the sky Chapter 485: The Dragon Sword revives, and the Divine Silkworm Princess falls into a dead situation
Chapter 485: The Dragon Sword revives, and the Divine Silkworm Princess falls into a dead situation
"A lotus in the eternal blue sky!"
The Qing Emperor spoke calmly, and the green copper block hung quietly above his head.
The clothes and skirts are moving slightly, dancing with the wind of the mountains. The man in green looks calm, returning to his original nature, with a rhythm that is calm and true.
The confrontation between two ancient beings, one indifferent and the other indifferent, is like a reenactment of mythology and ancient history.
The next moment, boundless light rain fell, and the space seemed to freeze. Two waves of imperial power shot out from the sky, almost tearing apart the vast sky!
Everyone present was trembling and almost fell to their knees.
All of this is so real, everyone from the saint to the dragon monk can sense the energy of the two invincible beings.
The emperor's power is like a prison, running through the past, present and future, and all the laws of this world are crawling.
The universe rotates, thousands of rays of auspicious clouds fall down, the holy light is like a waterfall, and golden streams descend, spreading down, peaceful and majestic.
"Two emperors stand side by side. There is no such example in the entire ancient history. Is it an illusory scene? Or is there someone with great power who makes everyone have illusions?"
An old leader was so shocked that his whole body couldn't help but tremble. He couldn't believe the scene before him!
From the ancient times to the present post-ancient era, there has never been such a thing. The emperor and the emperor do not meet each other. This is an iron law!
However, the two imperial figures here are extremely real, and the Holy Spirit exudes wisps of imperial aura, which is extremely terrifying.
The Demon Emperor stood with his hands behind his back, his green clothes fluttering. He looked very young, heroic and majestic. He looked so indifferent, but he had an invisible power of the emperor.
Taoist Qingxuan bowed down to worship, the chaotic green lotus above his head was swaying, and strands of chaotic mist were lingering, creating a pull towards the stalwart man.
The next moment, the green lotus broke away and turned into a ray of fairy light, falling beside the Qing Emperor, dancing continuously like a child meeting a relative.
The Demon Emperor caressed the Taoist soldiers, his eyes were very vicissitudes of life, as if they contained two star fields. When his eyes opened and closed, the world collapsed, the universe opened up, and countless laws jumped, making people feel surrendered.
At this time, the power of the Supreme Dao was revealed, and the Holy Lords present could not bear it at all, and they all knelt down.
Qingdi did not suppress them, but his original aura made them unable to bear it, and they looked up to him. Even the old master of Qishi Mansion was no exception.
This is the Great Emperor of the Demon Clan, the only one who has attained enlightenment in the past hundred thousand years. Even though he is mediocre and standing there quietly, the cultivators can only look up and tremble from their souls.
In the distance, several young people were shocked in their hearts. How powerful the Demon Emperor was. Thinking about his amazing and brilliant life, it was awe-inspiring.
It can be expected that even when the Demon Emperor was young, he must have been a strong man who looked down upon the past and present?
At that time, most of the people of the same age will be in despair and find it difficult to compare.
In the crowd, Ye Fan did not insist, but also leaned forward to salute. He got the other party's green bronze tablets and Taoist scriptures, and he had a special feeling for this peerless demon emperor.
"That's what a real man should be!" Qi Lin looked yearning, he respected this ancestor of the demon clan and paid a heavy courtesy.
Wisps of thin smoke rise, the wind blows the green leaves, the sky is filled with glow, and countless strange scenes emerge, imprinted on the great universe, flowing with bright light.
"Qing Emperor, do you think I don't know your truth?"
The ancient dragon chariot bloomed with fairy light, and the god-like being above spoke with a cold tone, without any awe.
Then, with a wave of his sleeve, he took action on the Jiuli Tu on the old master of Qishi Mansion.
He had long noticed this extreme weapon and wanted to seize it to fight against the demon emperor.
The silver ancient scroll trembled, there was nothingness in it, the galaxy was messy, and brilliant silver light pillars shot straight into the sky. Each one was like a great mountain, and they were all filled with the pressure of Jiuli Tu.
Emperor Jiuli lost countenance and was frightened in his heart, worried that the imperial weapon would fall into the hands of the opponent.
However, in the face of a Holy Spirit who is nearly perfect, these emperors in the age of Dharma, the saints are fragile and have no ability to resist. They are like lambs on a eucalyptus board waiting to be slaughtered. They can only take and take away.
Not only Jiuli Tu, but the golden light flowed all over the body of the Emperor of Daxia, and a wisp of imperial dragon energy flew out, extremely sharp, clanking, and turned into a sword of the emperor.
The dragon sword slashed vertically and horizontally, destroying everything, spinning in the air, causing a turmoil in the world.
This is not sword light, nor sword light, but some energy fluctuations that naturally flow when it revives, but even so, it is about to break through the sky, enough to make a saint lie down.
It is conceivable what terrifying power the imperial soldiers will have once they are resurrected.
This is the barrier for the Yakuza forces to overlook the human world, and it is also the continuation of the life of the deceased emperor. The Dao soldiers entrust their consciousness!
In the Jiuli Tu, the Emperor's Sword moves strangely, and the two imperial weapons float and sink, turning into two rays of fairy light and flying towards the ancient dragon chariot.
However, a ripple spread out, and time and space seemed to have stopped. The two ancient artifacts were suspended in the air, motionless, and the glow flowing above them was dimmed.
In the distance, people took a deep breath.
The Qing Emperor was so powerful that he just stood there quietly and subdued two imperial weapons without using a single move.
This is an ultimate weapon. Once revived, it can stir up the heavens and the world, level the world, and wipe out everything.
However, facing the real emperor, the Ji Dao Emperor's soldiers are powerless.
Seeing that his plan to seize the Imperial Dao Emperor's soldiers failed, the Immortal Emperor of Zhongzhou's eyes were cold and stern, and the Qinling Dragon wrapped around him bared its teeth and claws, roaring filial piety, exuding every trace of the aura of the Imperial Dao.
Su Yu's eyes shone brightly, and he began to make plans in his mind.
The level of this Zhongzhou ancestral root is extremely high, and the Holy Spirit sacrifice has created the Julong Banner. The dragon energy of a state gathers here, and its power is endless. It is not the Jidao Emperor's weapon, but it is better than the Jidao Emperor's weapon. This is why the opponent has nothing to fear.
s reason.
"Do you want to hold these two weapons in your hands?" the demon clan emperor asked calmly.
At the other end of the sky, the Holy Spirit was shining all over the ancient chariot. He stood there without moving, feeling slightly fearful.
"Then take it!" Qing Emperor flicked his fingers, and the Jiulitu turned into starlight and disappeared between heaven and earth.
The Emperor's Sword made a mark of light, let out a trembling sound, and turned into a big dragon flying forward, baring its teeth and claws, and was extremely sharp.
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On the ancient chariot, the god-like being held an ancient scroll in his left hand and the Taihuang Sword in his right hand. His whole aura suddenly increased a lot. Not only this small world, but also millions of Qinling Mountains trembled.
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Like an earth dragon turning over, countless great rivers swaying, all birds and beasts wailing, even if they were far away in the sky, they all prostrated themselves, without any resistance at all, and kept paying homage.
But the people present were so close that they felt it even more deeply. They were all frightened and their whole bodies were trembling and weak.
Only a few people can withstand this kind of pressure. The old emperor of Guhua has heavy eyes and regrets bringing the emperor's soldiers.
There is a Dacheng Holy Spirit in Qinling Dragon Cave. This time the imperial weapon cannot help at all, but is a hindrance. The other party may also be targeting him...
"You are too trusting!" The Immortal Emperor of Zhongzhou said coldly and ruthlessly. Wisps of silver light dropped from the Jiulitu to protect his Immortal Platform.
He waved the Emperor's Sword in his hand, and the dragon sword clanked, shooting out a sky-shattering sword energy, which suddenly penetrated the world barrier.
At this moment, not only Zhongzhou, but also the entire Emperor Burial Star was shaken. Many great forces with long-standing heritage were horrified, and they could sense an unusual aura even though they were hundreds of millions of miles apart.
"boom!"
The Emperor's Sword continued to shine and turned into a big dragon, which suddenly penetrated the sky, rushed into the star field, and submerged into the dark and cold universe.
"boom!"
In the star field of eternity and silence, a meteorite that flew by was turned into powder by the thick sword light, and another area of the meteorite was swept away and turned into dust.
This is the power of the Emperor's Sword. When someone holds it in hand and activates it, before it is fully revived, it displays a terrifying power that is horrifying to hear.
Mountains and rivers collapsed, and a great fear arose in people's hearts, as if the world was about to be destroyed in the next moment. This Holy Spirit was so powerful that it caused all the powerful people to collapse.
Such power is so terrifying that even destroying the world is not a problem at all.
"What kind of power is this?"
"The gods don't have such attack power."
"If the two great emperors fight, perhaps the entire Zhongzhou will be wiped out. This will be a disaster for the world!"
Many of the sect leaders were pale, with extremely miserable expressions on their faces. Even if they practiced hard for a hundred lifetimes, they would not be able to achieve this kind of power. They could only look up to it.
"Buzz!"
On the chariot that remains from ancient times, the supremely powerful man wearing the Great Emperor's Crown and the Ancient Emperor's Holy Clothes repeatedly praised and said: "Good, good, good!"
He continued to swing the Emperor's Sword, and with a strong shake, a thicker sword light penetrated into the starry sky, which was extremely shocking...
In the space outside the Beidou Territory, there was a small metal ship only one or two feet long. The ancient being sleeping inside woke up and quickly drove the spacecraft back, almost being hit by the imperial sword energy.
"Is this...has someone become enlightened in a different way?" The old man in the metal boat frowned, very concerned about this information.
At the same time, some of the living fossils on Beidou Emperor opened their eyes in shock, and they looked at the vast sky in disbelief.
"The power of the emperor!"
"Someone is fully mobilizing the emperor's weapons, and an emperor's weapon has been resurrected. How is this possible? How much power is needed to do all this? Even a saint can't do this..."
The Dragon Sword revived, and the supreme power of the Emperor shocked the world. The most powerful people in the Emperor Burial Star had subtle reactions, and they were all alarmed.
In Mount Sumeru in the Western Desert, a golden holy ape is wearing a cassock and looking towards the east with an expressionless face.
In the old land of Tianxuan in the East Wasteland, a tall man with long hair and shawl stopped, and beside him was an old man who looked like a dead tree.
At the moment when the dragon energy soared into the sky, the two Tianxuan disciples raised their hands and stared in the direction of Zhongzhou.
"To be able to revive an imperial weapon, one must at least be a quasi-emperor on the seventh heaven..."
Wei Yi thought silently in his heart, and then looked at the dilapidated Tianxuan site, with a sense of sadness in his eyes.
He has witnessed the true power of the emperor in this life, so he can recognize the level of sword light.
It's a pity that this kind of vision was bought with the blood of countless disciples of the sect.
In order to become an immortal, the Holy Sect was destroyed, Tianxuan's imperial weapon was shattered, and he became a fan in that catastrophe. His relatives and friends were almost extinct, and the separation between yin and yang made people heartbroken.
The old madman's gray hair was disheveled and he was silent. He also recalled the scene he least wanted to recall in the first half of his life.
He didn't come out of it either.
Both of them are blocked by the Great Sage's chasm. If they can resolve their knots, the sea and sky are brighter ahead, and the road is at their feet. However, they can't let go...
Zhongzhou Ancestral Temple is a dark place shrouded in fog.
In this thick mist, thunder and purple lightning gradually rose, and the gray cloud was as thick as lead. The compressed void kept cracking, covering the sun, moon and stars, shrouding the void, and saying that everything was submerged in it.
The mist flowed, and a stone coffin lay across the demon soil. The coffin was very small, no more than one foot.
A purple-clothed goddess with celestial muscles and jade bones, snow-white and delicate skin, and an ethereal temperament sits here, her pair of slender jade hands dancing rapidly, creating countless lines, surrounded by the mist of the netherworld.
I don’t know how long it took, the light of Taishi emerged, and the divine chains of order were flying. The two remaining formations of the extreme path revived, bursting out with monstrous momentum. The female saint’s eyes were sharp, and she sent out a palm, with five-color divine light flying, trying to open up a path.
a channel.
"Boom!"
The sound of space explosions is endless, and this momentum is approaching that of a mid-level great saint. If it were in the outside world, it would be enough to destroy a large area.
However, the mist surged like a boundless black hole, swallowing up all the divine power. There was no sound, and there was a dead silence.
Tens of breaths later, a terrifying wave came out, and all the divine power that was originally submerged in the black hole poured down and flew towards the center.
"boom"
A towering black mist rushed up, flooding the dark land, all light was blocked, and a trembling aura rushed out, filling the surrounding areas!
Princess Shencan could not escape. Under the outpouring of energy, the formation patterns under her feet gradually disappeared, and finally she flew away.
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"It's still useless, I can't get out."
The girl's long purple hair was fluttering, and she was otherworldly and beautiful. At this time, her eyes were dark, her hands were weakly lowered, her expression was gloomy, and her eyes were very complicated.
When she first attained enlightenment in the tomb of Emperor Swallowing Heaven, her true blood revived and she felt a vague pull...
After that, she came here in pursuit of the ancestor's aura, but was trapped in the fog and couldn't get out.
This devilish mist is unpredictable, contains some terrifying substances, and has mysterious origins. It is far beyond what she can cross.
Looking at this desperate place, the purple-haired girl smiled bitterly, sighed softly, and sat down again.
Based on the current situation, it seems that she is going to die here, and there is no way to break through this fog.
Princess Shencan stared at the ancient coffin of the god, then closed her beautiful eyes, wanting to enter meditation and practice.
I don’t know why, but my mood is unstable today, and some memories come flooding back to me.
There are the joys and sorrows of the last years of ancient times, as well as scenes of resurrection in later generations.
Her life is very simple. As a royal princess, cultivation is her only color. She has defeated all enemies and fought against ancestors and kings. She has been unstoppable throughout the ancient years!
Until that monkey appears...
Thinking of this, Princess Shencan showed a smile. The amorous feelings at this moment reversed all kinds of scenery in the world. It was extremely beautiful, but it soon became lonely.
Back on Mount Sumeru, she was filled with resentment and ostensibly cut off from the Holy King of Dou Zhan.
However, how can a relationship of hundreds of years be let go so easily? She still thinks of him in her heart.
It's just that the monkey has escaped into Buddhism, treating her like a passerby in the mortal world, and going to find his way to the emperor.
She is proud in her heart, so naturally she will not be as entangled as a little woman.
When Saint King Douzhan wants to cultivate Buddhism, she will not stop him, but will help him.
She has always been this kind of person, with a clear distinction between love and hate, and will not hide it, nor does she bother to hide it.
Memories fell, and a slightly young boy walked out.
That was because he was still very weak, so weak that she could blow him to death with her breath, but the young man held many kinds of rare treasures in his hands, some of which even Shencanling couldn't find.
In a dream from ancient times, she returns from ancient times. After she wakes up, she seems to be in luck, and various opportunities come one after another.
That young man was very kind to her and almost gave her everything he could.
From the bottom of her heart, she did not resist this feeling. Back in Shencanling, many younger generations also admired her in this way, which is not surprising.
But the combination of kindness and kindness can't help but ripples in people's hearts.
But this feeling soon faded, and she just regarded the boy as a younger brother.
If there is more, she can only repay the kindness with her life...
"I don't know what happened to that little guy. I broke my promise and promised to protect him as he grows up..."
Princess Shencan looked a little confused, thinking of her leaving without saying goodbye, her eyes showed sadness.
At that time, the God Emperor's aura passed by in a flash, like a sudden death. She couldn't think about it at all. She gave up everything and chased after him. She didn't expect that what was waiting for her in the end was a dead end.
Suddenly, a dragon's roar spread across the sky, and the sword light shone in the sky, looming in the mist.
"This is the fluctuation of the Emperor's Sword, and judging from this situation, it should be activated by a quasi-emperor!"
The purple-clothed girl's eyes were condensed, and her eyes were filled with purple light. She thought of something in her heart, and she was a little worried about the little guy.
It wasn't until a long time later that she didn't notice the fluctuations in the Sky-Swallowing Devil's Jar. Princess Shencan breathed a sigh of relief, returned to calm, and quietly stared at the world with a slightly gloomy look.
In the devilish mist, the girl leaned against a dry old tree with her purple skirt flying in the wind, looking a little weak.
"Forgive me for breaking the promise. With your talent, you can definitely become a quasi-emperor and even have the possibility of enlightenment!
"Brother, when you become enlightened, find this place and return my bones and the coffin of the ancestor to Shencanling..."
Her lips parted slightly and she began to murmur to herself, her expression becoming increasingly sad.
If nothing unexpected happens, this will be her burial place. Even if she breaks through the Great Saint Realm, it will be useless.
The two-horned ancient emperor's remnant formation that she had spent several years constructing was extremely powerful, and the killing power it produced was enough to kill the Great Sage, but it still couldn't do anything about the devil mist. The future was foreseeable.
(Tianxuan has imperial soldiers, which are described in the original work!)