Lu Ya frowned in disgust, and said with a sigh on his lips: "Not a single word of truth, damn it."
Manjusri smiled bitterly and shook his head. Just as he was about to activate his magical power again, his mind suddenly became turbulent.
This feeling is like a permeating tide, with continuous surging waves, making the soul teeter on the edge, as if it is being cut by sharp blades one after another.
Hiss~
Manjusri closed his eyes tightly, took a breath of cold air, and quickly activated his soul power to nourish his damaged mind.
The shortcomings of Mengdao came back and made him almost faint.
"Be careful!" Jin Chanzi quickly stretched out his hand, held Manjusri firmly, and warned him earnestly: "Although I don't know where I learned these dream magic powers, you must pay attention every time you use them.
When the time comes, act according to your ability.”
"Jin Chanzi is right. Practicing the dream path itself is a slant. Every time you explore the dream world, you will be severely injured, and there is even a risk of death. You should rest assured to recover from your injuries. Don't always think about doing things without foundation.
Business."
Lu Ya sighed helplessly, and then stretched out his right hand and placed it on Manjusri's chest. The spiritual energy gathered and rushed out like a tide, carefully warming his body.
Oow, ow, ow...
At this moment, the majestic howl of wolves continued to be heard along the sky.
Many strong men present looked up and realized that from unknown time on, the sky had turned scarlet as bright as blood.
"Look, it's another disaster!"
"The ancestor of Yin Yang was ambitious and killed so many lives. Heaven has long been unable to stand it any longer."
"What a horrific punishment. Before the previous catastrophes have passed, new catastrophes have gathered."
"This is all his own fault. Birth, old age, illness and death are destined. Our practice must conform to the way of heaven. The Yin and Yang ancestors want to go against heaven. This is something that is absolutely not allowed to happen."
"Even a true saint would be hard-pressed to resist such a terrifying calamity, let alone a man like him who is still living. It is a pity for those strong men who sacrificed their lives for no reason."
Just as everyone was talking about it, the wolf howl in the sky became louder and louder.
In an instant, a scalding heat wave came over the ground, and the whole world was glowing with dazzling blood.
Billions of red water wolves formed a magnificent formation and swooped towards the Kunlun Mountains.
"This is, this is the Blood Path of Ten Thousand Tribulations: Chi Lian Xun Tian." Ancestor Minghe squinted his eyes and immediately saw the origin of this Ten Thousand Tribulations.
These ferocious-faced red water wolves are not a condensation of flesh and blood, but a phenomenon evolved from the blood path. They can absorb the essence and blood of all things in the world. Wherever they go, they are full of withered bones and remains. They are the sea of blood used to protect the foundation.
The innate formation.
"This is the blood path's top killing formation, Chi Lian Xun Tian?"
"Sure enough, the killing was magnificent, and the waves of blood surged into the sky. It is said that this path of eternal calamity is the foundation of the sea of blood. It is as mysterious as the peak of the avenue. Even the ancestor of Styx has completely understood it."
"When Lord Tongtian killed the good corpse, he was faced with this catastrophe. Although he had several innate spiritual treasures with him, he narrowly survived the catastrophe and inspired him to create the Blood Path Sword.
Fa·Qinghong opened up the prosperous age of swordsmanship."
"What fellow Taoist said is timely. The disaster that Master Tongtian faced back then was precisely the Chilian Xantian before his eyes."
Under the gaze of many strong men, the Chishui wolves that swarmed finally arrived at the top of Kunlun Mountain.
They let out vast roars one after another, and the red and turbid current flashed under their feet, wrapping the huge body of the ancestors of Yin and Yang, and eroding it crazily and roughly.
The turbid current is like countless sharp blades, which can easily tear through the void. Every time it collides, it can leave long, slender and deep wounds on the body of the ancestor of Yin and Yang.
In just a few breaths, these scars are all over the body, constantly squirming like fresh life, drawing out streams of blood every time, watering the surrounding mountains and fields at will.
The situation of the ancestors of Yin and Yang is particularly tragic, but there is no way to resist at this time.
He hunched his body and inserted all his arms into the formation, increasing the speed of the formation to the extreme, standing firm in the face of the terrifying and sharp killing blows.
Seeing that he had no response, Zhuo Lin frowned anxiously and kept activating the Jade Heavenly Lake, turning it into a continuous wave of supernatural powers that clashed with Wanjie, hoping to slow down the number of red water wolves, but it was only a drop in the bucket.<
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The Rakshasa girl was also nervous. She clenched the banana in her hand and slowly approached the blood sea camp.
The continuous dark clouds condensed by the formation spread along the body of Ancestor Yin and Yang, forming a dream-like coat, blocking all the surrounding red water.
At the same time, Manjusri took action again, stealing new dreams from the battlefield.
The grotesque curtain slowly unfolds, and as far as the eye can see is a miasma of colored glass.
Deep in the beautiful mountains, ancestor Yin Yang shot out pearls one after another, activating the wooden path formation that stretched for tens of thousands of miles.
He looked at the fragrant vegetation around him and said to himself with twinkling eyes: "General, leave all the inheritance you left behind to me."
Bang!
Before Manjusri could react, the dream shattered into powder and slowly dissipated into nothingness.
As time goes by, the dream gradually disintegrates and disappears, making it difficult to replay the complete story.
Fortunately, this method consumes very little merit and allows us to see many ancient secrets. Under the protection of Lu Ya, Manjusri simply stopped holding back and went all out to steal dreams.
Wow, wow, wow...
In the depths of the sparkling ocean, the ancestor of Yin and Yang stood in front of the ancestral dragon, his temples already as white as snow.
He carefully tasted the fragrant tea and the green snail nectar unique to the East China Sea, which made this quasi-sage smile and keep nodding.
"Fellow Taoist, don't worry. The Dragon Tribe is a natural leader of the Water Tribe and will surely survive this calamity unharmed."
"Alas! The so-called thunder, rain and dew are all God's grace. How can we escape?" Zu Long stared at the rough sea with his weathered eyes, feeling lonely and helpless.
After a long time, he sighed slightly and said to Patriarch Yin and Yang: "Fellow Taoist, I have a descendant named Huanglong. He is clumsy in understanding but pure in nature. He is the hope of the Dragon Clan's future prosperity. Please take care of him. I have already
Send Yuan Nan to Penglai Immortal Island, and let him follow you after the dust settles on this calamity."
……
The picture suddenly changed, revealing the vast ocean with swirling clouds and relaxed wind.
Qingmei Cave Sky.
Patriarch Yin Yang carefully rubbed the Book of Life and Death. After looking at it for a long time, he suddenly sighed.
At this time, he already had an immortal body, a green face, fangs, and a ferocious expression.
Opposite him was a frowning Zhuang Zhao.
Ancestor Yin Yang returned the book of life and death to Zhuang Zhao, and said with some melancholy: "It's a pity that the book of life and death records lifespan, and plunders and cuts off lifespan, but there is no way to extend it. In the end, it is useless, completely different from our original idea.
”
"However, the Book of Life and Death carries the lifespan of all things in the wild, and can condense the fruit that slows down the flow of time. After taking this fruit, it will change the speed of the body's aging. Although it sounds mysterious, it is actually just lingering. If you want to truly
We still have a long way to go before we can transform into a flesh and blood body and attain the enlightenment of Hunyuan."
……
Beyond the sky.
Yin and Yang fish out and stand in the depths of the void, overlooking the palace with surging undercurrents.
He flicked his fingers, and countless pure and turbid flavors burst out, wrapping up the palace and eating away at it crazily.
After a long time, the dark light outside the palace was finally worn away, revealing the true appearance inside.
"Hahaha, the only strong man who can compete with Dao Ancestor Hongjun is the former Demon Ancestor Luohu." Ancestor Yin Yang's eyes flashed, eager to try, and he stepped directly into the palace.
His face was full of exhaustion, but his expression was excited. He looked at the strange and dark layout and murmured: "I want to see what is unique about the inheritance left by this Demon Ancestor." p>
After a long time.
Ancestor Yin Yang left the palace in a state of embarrassment, his expression full of panic and confusion.
"How is this possible!"
"The foundation of the ancient world is close to saturation. If you want to prove the Hunyuan, you must kill the old saints, otherwise you will never get ahead."
"Taozu Hongjun's calculation is so strong that he directly snatches all hope in his hands and makes other living beings practice hard all their lives, but it is difficult for them to climb to the top of the road and control the entire world. With such a ruthless and decisive temperament, he is really the one who cares about the common people.
Taoist ancestor?"
"No, I still have a chance. When Hongyun fell, the Hongmeng Purple Qi disappeared. The Tao Yun contained in it is the opportunity to realize the Hunyuan Tao."
"Damn it, I am already a being born towards death, which is contrary to the movement of heaven. If I continue to plunder the Hongmeng Purple Qi, I am afraid that I will be targeted by God's will everywhere, and even my consciousness will be difficult to recover by then."
……
"Is this true?" Lu Ya found it hard to accept, frowning and looking at the sky.
Daozu Hongjun still looked calm and his expression did not change at all, as if what happened had nothing to do with him.
However, how could the situation on Manjusri's side be hidden from the eyes and ears of those quasi-sages? Everyone's expressions instantly became ugly.
"Has the road been blocked? Then my tens of thousands of years of hard practice have been wasted."
"You can't say that. Empress Pingxin is an outlier. She has achieved the status of a saint. There are many twists and turns in this process. Maybe there are still opportunities around her."
"Hmph, no wonder Xuanmen flourished, Buddhism prospered, and the heavens and the underworld suppressed the three realms. It turns out that Taoist Hongjun had already made preparations, laid out the prehistoric times in advance, and controlled all the powerful forces in his hands."
Discussions and curses broke out one after another, making the scene more and more chaotic.
Manjusri frowned and ignored the comments of others, but continued to use his magical powers to steal dreams.
He is not worried that he will not be able to become a saint in the future, because in the Gaoge era of later generations, a Zihui saint emerged from the sky and ruled the world. However, compared with the ancient times, the conditions for becoming a saint are more stringent.
The magical power flashed again, and the vision suddenly changed.
The cold silver light, like pearls and pearls, quietly descends between heaven and earth.
The bright laurel leaves sway gently in the breeze, making a rustling sound.