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puff!
At the border of Shiyan Prefecture, a skinny old man and a ghost mother coughed up blood and staggered backwards. They were so frightened that stars appeared in their eyes and phantoms appeared in their eyes.
Originally, given the two people's realm and level of life, it was impossible for such a thing to happen, but the cold snort just now contained too strong spiritual will, and there was also a deeper oppression that the two of them could not understand.
The souls and wills of the two people were shocked and almost torn apart. This kind of serious injury had never happened in the ghost mother's memory, even more than five thousand years ago.
"It's him!"
The ghost mother couldn't believe her ears. Only a few years had passed, how could she have such a strong will.
"It's not the elementary level of reincarnation, or even the middle level, at least it has reached the high level! Impossible!"
The blue-grey bamboo stick was leaning on the ground, and the old man's sunken eyes showed a look of disbelief. His heart was trembling. For just a moment, it was as if Hell in the underworld had dropped his judge's pen and wanted to cross off his name in the book of life and death. This kind of struggle between life and death
He had only experienced great terror in those sleeping adults.
"The underworld barrier...is broken!"
Looking up at the sky above Shiyan Prefecture, the phantom of the flowing blue river was shattered. The ghost mother couldn't help but take a breath of cold air and break the formation with a thought. This method was beyond her knowledge.
"Walk!"
The old man shouted low, and the two people retreated almost at the same time, submerging themselves into the layers of void faults, and even breaking through the void. A long, clear river emerged. The two people retreated, trying to wade away from the shore. In this missing place,
The long river of time and space is gentler than the vast starry sky, and even a saint can barely step into it.
Buzz!
At the same time, the two opened up two majestic holy realms. The holy realm belonging to the ghost mother was full of ghosts, with longing figures and endless sounds, while the holy realm belonging to the withered old man was filled with gray fog, like the depths of the Nine Netherworld.
On the banks of the River Styx, there is only silence and death.
"Can you leave?"
Another calm and indifferent voice sounded in the ears of the two of them. Then, before the two of them retreated into the long river, a huge wave suddenly set off on the calm river closest to the shore, and a violent wave hit the shore.
It washed over the two holy realms.
Bang! Bang!
There was no resistance at all. Under the impact of the waves of time and space, the holy world that had been tempered by the two ghost mothers for many years and had barely reached the fifth level exploded into pieces and fell into pieces.
"No!"
The ghost mother's cold face is no longer as cold and arrogant as before, only endless shock and fear remain. The huge waves of time and space fall, as if the sky is collapsing and the earth is falling, the universe is extinguished, there is no way to avoid it! You can't avoid it! You can't escape!
Can't stop it!
Clang!
The green-gray bamboo stick is like a sword, and the body is withered. Only the skinny old man is left roaring. The blue-gray bamboo stick bursts out with a terrifying edge, a sacred aura, accompanied by the air of death, and it seems that you can see it in the dark.
Under the ancient Jiuyou, on the bank of the Styx River, the sea of bamboo swayed, which was fascinating.
This is the Dark Bamboo Sword. It was conceived on the bank of the Styx River. It carries the path of the underworld and is as strong as divine gold. At this moment of life and death, the old man did not have any reservations. The entire ghost soul was almost on fire. This sword surpassed the peak, even if it was
The sixth-turn saints who are approaching great success will suffer damage if they are not careful. It is not this place where the Tao is missing, but the perfect saints in the vast starry sky.
Click!
However, before the huge waves of time and space, even the divine gold was shattered. The Dark Bamboo Sword was broken, and the huge waves were soaring into the sky that they fell on the shore.
boom!
The waves are splashing and the crystal gravel is flying, just like time flowing over. This is the unique gravel of time on both sides of the long river of time and space. Throughout the ages, few people have been able to collect it and it is difficult to store it.
When the clear waves receded, there was still half a human figure on the bank of the long river of time and space, as if nothing had happened just now, and there was no trace of the existence of the two ghost mothers in this world.
The clouds clear and the fog disperses.
The gray fog that shrouded the entire Shiyan Prefecture dissipated, and the oppressive atmosphere also disappeared. Many people breathed a sigh of relief, and the world in front of them became more flexible again. Especially some martial arts experts were relieved to grasp the track again and regain what they lost. After that, I actually had some different realizations.
Wudang Mountain Tianzhu Peak, Taihe Palace.
The three crazy Taoists of the present generation stood with their true martial swords, their expressions moving. Ordinary Yuanshen strongmen, even masters like Ning Taoist who had half a foot into the pure Yang, could not see it, but he knew very well that the confinement between heaven and earth, It looked like it was cut through by his sword, but in fact it was torn apart and shattered by a strong will.
Is this the power that belongs to...the vast starry sky?
The San crazy Taoist took a breath, calmed down, and his eyes were a little distant. They belonged to the original power of the human race, and the path of the soul that he was currently on. He believed that the way of life evolution was different, and there were different levels of knowledge and knowledge. , but at the end of the road, there should be the same scenery.
Qingyang Palace.
Qingye and Qingyu looked at each other and saw Su Qinian standing tall in front of the Qingyang Hall, wearing a coarse white robe dancing lightly in the breeze. Inexplicably, the two of them had the illusion that they were separated from each other. Thousands of mountains and rivers, difficult to touch.
This is a gap that is more terrifying than reality. It is illusory, ethereal, and unpredictable. You cannot see the depth and height...
The capital Chang'an.
The Scarlet Sky Bearing Formation revived, and its luck was like fire, condensed into auspicious clouds, and then intertwined to form a magnificent sacred canopy, protecting the entire Chang'an City, isolating the sounds of Buddha and the chants of immortals.
"Amitabha, the old monk has made a fool of himself, and the emperor of the Han Dynasty has become polite."
In the Forbidden City, Liu Qinghong looked up and saw an old monk in gray robe standing in the air outside Chang'an City. He had a big face and a smile at the corner of his mouth. He held a bronze Buddha lamp in his hand. His whole person exuded a peaceful Buddha light, and even condensed into a stream of divine light. The ring floats behind his head, and as he steps into the void, golden lotuses grow on their own, creating a fragrant fragrance.
It's him!
Liu Qinghong's eyes were sharp. At the beginning, several great quasi-sages of destiny joined forces to kill the members of the Buddha clan who were hiding in the Daming Temple in Yangzhou City. In the end, they escaped from the dead and there was no trace of them since. Unexpectedly, in the Five Kingdoms, the Communist Party of China On the day of the expedition to the Four Seas, he appeared again, blocking the way to Chang'an City. Such figures would never appear rashly if they were not somewhat sure. Liu Qinghong's eyes showed a solemn look, and he looked into the void not far away from him.
He was a young man with a spirit as rich as jade, with a tall and straight figure and an ethereal temperament. He looked like an immortal god who did not belong to the human world and lived high above the nine heavens. His eyes were green and white. The so-called blue sky and white sun, his eyes were indifferent, looking towards the city of Chang'an. There was no emotion in his eyes, just like the wheel of heaven and the dog of all things. His attitude was so high and high that even the people in the Forbidden City were not reflected in his eyes.
"Fairy clan."
The Emperor of the Han Dynasty spoke in a calm tone: "It seems that all the tribes value me, the Liu family of the Han Dynasty. The immortal and Buddhist tribes are here, but I don't know what to teach me."
"Step aside and give way to someone more worthy!"
Wearing pure white immortal armor, a young man from the immortal tribe spoke with a bit of arrogance, overlooking the gilded high platform, and said without even a trace of concealment: "The ignorant human race needs guidance, and only then can you dedicate your piety.
Liberate yourself and ascend, otherwise this so-called Chang'an City today will be the place where you sleep for a long night!"
"presumptuous!"
This was when Bingzhong, the imperial censor, spoke angrily: "How dare you offend evil heretics!"
The young man from the Immortal Clan glanced at him indifferently, but did not get angry. He just said calmly: "The only thing that can be respected is strength. It's a pity that you are too restless. The so-called national defense formation..."
As the last word was spoken, a hand as white as jade, crystal clear and slender, as delicate as any woman in the world, slowly lifted up and pressed down gently from the air.
Click!
Without seeing any vision, the palm dropped an inch, and a clear crack appeared in the sacred canopy that enveloped the entire Chang'an City. The ground shook. Many people in Chang'an City showed panic. Looking at the sky above their heads, especially some important ministers and experts,
There was even more horror on his face. This sacred canopy has been transformed into the ultimate realm of the Chixiao Chengtian Formation. Not to mention the ordinary powerful souls, even the quasi-saints of destiny, unless they are in charge of the quasi-saint realm above the fourth level.
, otherwise it would be difficult to shake it at all, but in front of this seemingly delicate palm, it is so fragile that it will break at the touch of it.
boom!
With just three inches of palm falling, the sacred canopy completely collapsed and shattered into a shower of light. The city of Chang'an shook like an earthly dragon turning over. The Red Sky Bearing Formation that had not fallen down for thousands of years was broken. The once impregnable capital city of Han Dynasty was shattered.
, was completely exposed to the world at this moment, and an extremely depressing aura enveloped the hearts of all civilians.
"Good palm skills."
On the gilded high platform, the Emperor of the Han Dynasty opened his mouth and sighed in admiration.
Even at this moment, the man in charge of the supreme position of the Han Dynasty still had a calm demeanor and a calm tone. As he spoke, the sacred canopy that had collapsed reappeared and shrouded the sky over Chang'an City again, even covering the Buddha clan outside the city.
The Xu Ming monk and the immortal youth are all included.
With a slightly raised brow and a hint of surprise in his green and white eyes, the young man from the Immortal Clan looked at Emperor Han and said: "It's rare to have such a method in a place where Dao is lacking. This way, I'll give you a chance to become the Holy Saint."
Immortal slave, I can ensure that your Liu family’s bloodline will continue. This kind of grace only comes once."
What!
As soon as these words were said, many people in Chang'an City were stunned and could hardly believe their ears.
Damn it!
On the gilded high platform, Liu Qinghong's eyes were filled with murderous intent. He actually wanted his father, the emperor of the Han Dynasty, to be his slave. How humiliating and arrogant this must be. He didn't take all of them seriously.
However, before everyone could come back to their senses, the young man from the immortal tribe also showed a look of astonishment. He saw the figure in a coarse white robe in front of him turned from reality to reality. Without any warning, it appeared out of thin air, and there was a palm.
Seemingly careless, he threw it away in the air and saw a pair of eyes that were even more indifferent than his, as quiet as the eternal night.
Snapped!
Like a meteor falling to the earth, a few miles outside Chang'an City, a mountain hundreds of feet high collapsed, with rocks piercing the sky and dust and smoke covering the sky. (Genuine subscription is the greatest support for Shibu!)