The sky-breaking sound that resounded through the sky exploded violently along the sky.
Manjusri was like a brave and fearless pioneer. In the rolling clouds, he instantly escaped in front of the ancestor of Yin and Yang. He concentrated the ultimate edge of ikebana on his right leg and kicked it hard.
Keng!
It was as if the heaven and earth were trembling, and the endless waves of flowers were entangled, overlapping, and sweeping in. It was like a torrential rain, a torrent, a turbulent ocean, and the Kunlun Mountains were submerged in the blink of an eye.
The ancient and cold singing emerged quietly like drizzle.
Beautiful and soft, it also contains some warm music, creating a sea of flowers that stretches thousands of miles.
The precious light is steaming, the sky is filled with colorful clouds, and billions of flowers are blooming, revealing the unique tenderness of ikebana to all living beings.
"So strong! Is this Junior Brother Manjusri?" The Antarctic Immortal stood in the heavenly camp, surrounded by many immortals, overlooking the changes on the battlefield, and felt shocked in his heart.
"Damn it, it was he who deceived me of the Spring Sleeping Picture of Futang, otherwise how could I be as prosperous as I am now." Guangchengzi's eyes were sinister, and he cursed in a low voice through gritted teeth.
"The training system of Chanjiao is really strange. The disciples who defected all rose to fame and became famous giants in the ancient times. The ones who were carefully taught are still mediocre and unable to shoulder the important task of revitalizing Xuanmen." The Rakshasa girl looked at the battle situation and couldn't help but
It's amazing.
The majestic and overwhelming flower path made Manjusri the focus of the battlefield.
He has a resolute face, deep eyes, vicissitudes in the corners of his eyes, and his whole body is flashing with gold, like the fleeting fireworks on New Year's Eve, all the brightness blooms in an instant.
"No, Manjusri is seeking death!" Lu Ya looked anxious, secretly thinking that something was wrong, and directly activated the art of rainbow transformation to rush to the battlefield.
Compared with the astonishment of the onlookers, Lu Ya was obviously calmer.
Even if the ancestors of Yin and Yang are in decline, they are still the top strong men who have achieved Hunyuan, and they are ancient powers who stand at the pinnacle of the great road.
Even a quasi-sage would find it difficult to fight against such a being, let alone a mere Daluo like Manjusri?
The unique pupil technique of the three-legged Golden Crow allows his eyes to penetrate and see the colorful behind-the-scenes of Luoying.
Manjusri tried his best to use explosive methods, but for the powerful Ancestor Yin and Yang, it didn't even scratch the itch. Instead, it attracted the opponent's attention.
"Bullshit, it's really crazy!"
Lu Ya turned into a gilded rainbow, tearing apart the sky and penetrating into the sea of flowers in an instant, and his thoughts became obviously panicked.
Wow~
The cold and sticky flavor quietly emerged, and the dark and shiny little gourd fell steadily into Lu Ya's palm.
The treasure seal is gorgeous and radiant.
Lu Ya pinched and found that his orifices were bleeding, and said in a hoarse voice: "Please, baby, turn around!"
……
As petals slowly fall from the sky, the battle situation hidden by the fragrance is revealed.
As expected, Manjusri lived up to Lu Ya's expectations. Not only did he not cause any harm to Patriarch Yin and Yang, he even reached out and grabbed his right leg.
"Don't overestimate your own capabilities!" As if a spring thunder suddenly broke out, the rich and old voice of the Yin and Yang Ancestor suddenly struck Manjusri's heart, making him dizzy and confused.
The endless wave of flowers suddenly stopped, the magnificent sword light fell into the mortal world, and the colorful rainbow scattered and disappeared, like an unexpected shadow puppet suddenly appearing, losing the support behind the scenes, causing the prosperity and contention to collapse instantly. p>
The right leg grabbed by the ancestor of Yin and Yang was filled with heart-piercing pain. No matter how hard Manjusri struggled, he could not escape.
He was like a carp whose tail was caught, struggling painfully but unable to avoid the fate of death.
At this time, Patriarch Yin Yang stretched out his finger and poked Manjusri's abdomen.
The fingers are like straight and sharp spear points, containing the pressure of sharp and breaking magic, directly penetrating the glorious defense of merit, and piercing Manjusri's body on the spot.
The abdomen suddenly became cool, and then became hot with blood. Manjusri could clearly see the lines of the giant fingers, but there was no way to break free from this restraint.
"Please baby, turn around!"
At this moment, a hoarse voice came from behind.
The invisible blade flashed and emerged, cutting off the fingers of the ancestor Yin and Yang.
Immediately afterwards, a pair of palms stained with flames passed through Manjusri's armpits, hugged his waist, and instantly retreated away.
Looking back, Lu Ya's seven orifices were bleeding, his breath was confused, and his body was trembling a little. He clenched his teeth and activated the rainbow technique, and his eyes were full of helplessness.
He looked at Manjusri's pale face, and countless words immediately came to his throat, but he was forcefully pushed back.
"I, I don't know what to say anymore."
Not only Lu Ya, but also other strong men who were watching the battle felt a little incredible.
Everyone looked at each other with strange expressions, especially the Buddhist camp. It was really hard to accept that Manjusri Bodhisattva, who usually strategizes, would rush out like a passionate young man at such a critical moment.
"That's it? That's it? That's it?"
"I have thought about countless possibilities and countless changes, but they are far less shocking than reality."
"Wait a minute, I have to share in the empty world. Ahem, family members, who knows? I met Pu Xin today..."
At this time, the Dao Refining Formation is coming to an end.
In the center of the formation all over Kunlun, there is a bright ball of light, rising like the sun in the bath of Dao Yun.
Billions of mysterious and exquisite runes gather around like sparks and fireflies, flashing, echoing, and beating, as if telling the truth of heaven and earth.
This is the final result of the bloody battle.
The body of a saint!
In order to refine this body, the ancestors of Yin and Yang worked hard, spent all their treasures, worked hard and long at night, and planned the achievements of several Yuanhui. Countless talents and rookies, and powerful old monsters who led the trend have all become this body.
Nutrients for the body.
Their insights, ideas, inheritance, and hopes are all gathered here.
At this time, the ancestor of Yin and Yang's immortal body has been scattered into smoke, floating in the sky to form the final defense. His soul is being pulled by the blood, and is constantly fused inside the ball of light.
The Hongmeng Purple Qi shines with dense brilliance, wandering between the light ball and the soul, building a bridge of integration.
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"Alas, we were defeated after all." Zhen Yuanzi shook his head bitterly, taking back the forest wheel that blocked the sky and the sun, and the ginseng fruit trees turned into buds and got into his bun.
"Is this the foundation of a saint? He can dominate the crowd and challenge the way of heaven. Even Taoist Hongjun can't stop him." King Pan's eyes were full of sighs, and he summoned waves of poisonous and evil mist to wrap up the surviving disciples.
Be prepared to be settled by the ancestor of Yin and Yang.
"Really, is there nothing we can do to save ourselves?" Guang Chengzi looked pale, kneeling in the ruins of the main peak of Kunlun, his eyes full of disbelief.
He can accept the emergence of new saints, but he absolutely cannot accept that the other party's success is based on the decline of Chanjiao.
With the collapse of the Kunlun Mountains, the destiny of Changjiao's prosperity gradually fell apart, like sand dunes on the seashore, crumbling and ready to experience any wind and rain.
Master Yuding coughed violently and was helped up by Jiang Ziya. He looked around with dull eyes, his heart full of desolation and defeat.
He looked at the sluggish Jiang Ziya, shook his head with a wry smile, and persuaded: "The accumulation of several Yuanhui has finally disappeared. Ziya, don't feel sad, this is all a destined ending."
"The ancestor of Yin and Yang destroyed all living beings, destroyed his compatriots, and changed the rules of heaven. He is a demon, a demon sage, and the beginning of the destruction of the ancient world. Are we going to sit idly by and ignore it?" Jiang Ziya's eyes were slightly red, in disbelief. p>
"Ziya, we can't do anything." Master Taiyi sighed and slumped beside him in despair.
At the same time, Haotian's heart has sunk to the bottom.
He exhaled slightly, as if he had already seen the future, when the ancestors of Yin and Yang achieved Hunyuan, suppressed the three realms, slaughtered the common people, and destroyed and crushed the heaven.
In order to be resurrected, he sacrificed hundreds of millions of lives, and even his loyal brothers and sisters were all turned into nutrients for the battle array. With such a ruthless and determined temperament, what else could he not do?
Raise the soup to stop boiling, and kill to stop killing.
The ancestor of Yin and Yang has a reckless and ruthless character that is reckless and uncaring. Even the most vicious old monsters in the devil's path cannot compare with him.
If such a being was allowed to become a demon saint, wouldn't the prehistoric era be full of brilliance and all living beings would be devastated?
When the time comes, practicing the way of an emperor will not be able to take care of the safety of the three realms, and will not be able to save living beings from water and fire. I am afraid that there will be no chance of enlightenment in eternal life.
"No, we can't go on like this. We must destroy the plans of the Yin Yang Ancestor. Otherwise, with his bloodthirsty and cruel temperament, everyone present will definitely not survive."
At the critical moment, the Queen Mother stood up, her face full of perseverance and iron-bloodedness.
She held a golden hairpin in her hand, stepped on the Tianhe River, and the vision of the peach garden appeared behind her. She said in a deep voice to many powerful people: "We have been blessed by heaven and earth, and we should do the right thing for heaven and earth. Please follow me and do your best, no matter what the final result is."
No matter what, we must not be afraid of hardships, swim upstream, and explain the path of spiritual practice.”
The Queen Mother's words are like a bell, ringing in the hearts of many strong people, like a sudden burst of light in the middle of the night, dispelling the haze and gathering faith.
She is a direct descendant of Tao Ancestor. Although she lives behind the scenes in Heaven, she is fearless and works hard to govern. Naturally, she has the demeanor of a leader. After realizing that Haotian was depressed, she immediately stood up to turn the tide and led several immortals in Heaven to rise up!
"We will do our best!"
"There is nothing to fear about life and death. For the sake of the common people and the right path, I am willing to exhaust my efforts and live against the current."
"Hahaha, the bigger the storm gets, the more comfortable I feel. I'm just a zombie, so how can I be my opponent in heaven?"
All the strong men present were inspired by the Queen Mother and immediately became united and united.
They are well-trained, cooperate with each other, and sacrifice all kinds of treasures. In an instant, they will launch the strongest offensive to defeat the ancestors of Yin and Yang.
At this time, Taozu Hongjun, who had always had a cold expression, finally showed relief on his face, and his expression became bright red and vivid.
His beard and hair are as white as snow, swaying slightly in the breeze on the hills, exuding a unique charm of mist and dust.
"Yes, this is the meaning of our practice."
"Be generous to the common people."
"For the revitalization of heaven and earth."
"Inheriting bravery for the years."
"Contend for the times."
"Inventing history for mountains, rivers and oceans."
"Guarding the balance for the sun, moon and stars."
"Fellow Taoists, let me open up a way forward for you!"
Hongjun's voice was loud and full of pride. He slowly raised his right hand and faced the sea of colorful flowers, and launched the final catastrophe of heaven.
Buzz buzz, buzz buzz...
The fragrance of green grass and trees falls in all directions, and the freshness of the clearing of clouds and rain flows through the mountains and rivers.
The sky is brilliant, the blue waves are all over the sky, and the petals roll up in waves, bursting out a huge amount of dense precious light, like pearls and jade, like silk ribbons, like necklaces, rippling and floating in the Kunlun Mountains.
A simple and elegant green scroll appeared out of thin air in the sea of clouds in the sky, slowly unfolding and spreading to a hundred feet in the blink of an eye.
The scroll is warm and clear, with a melodious aura, and the patterns depicted are lifelike.
The devastated mountains and rivers, the scarlet and sticky formations, the wanton sea of flowers, and the immortals with resolute faces, working side by side.
This is exactly what is happening in Kunlun today!
Heaven, Buddhism, Sea of Blood, Underworld, Southern Xinjiang, Luzhou, Xuanmen...
All the strong men who have survived the catastrophe to this day appear in the slowly unfolding scroll, with their voices and appearances as clear as the moon in the mirror.
At the moment when the scroll was completely extended and unfolded, there was a majestic and vast power of heaven and earth, which suddenly descended along with the billowing visions, tightly wrapping the true spirits of many strong men, forming an impregnable city wall.
Believe in Ten Thousand Calamities·Dongshan!
Feeling the changes taking place in the body, everyone present was shocked, feeling like a heavy weight had fallen, but with a mixture of sadness and joy.
"Hey, this Ten Thousand Calamities doesn't have any killing power. Instead, it is an auxiliary channel magical power. It uses the rules of heaven to temporarily protect our true spirits. Even if we die in Kunlun, we can still be in our own body.
The dojo was successfully resurrected, and the effect is very different from that of the Conferred Gods List, but the duration is too short, it can only last for two hours at most."
"It turns out that the Dao Ancestor didn't want us to perish in Kunlun, so he used this method to preserve the true spirit of the Ten Thousand Tribulations to fight against the Yin Yang Ancestor."
"Everyone must not relax because of this. The ancestor of Yin and Yang went against the will of heaven and destroyed all sentient beings. If he really achieves Hunyuan, he will be like the demon ancestor Luohu back then, using endless killings to improve his realm. By then, the prehistoric era will be completely destroyed.
Destroyed."
"However, Ancestor Yin Yang has too many trump cards, and he has a massive formation as a defense. With our remaining strength, I'm afraid we won't be able to cause harm to him."
Just as everyone was talking about it, Hongjun's figure had disappeared into the air.
He disappeared quietly like a cloud of smoke, as if he had never been to Kunlun before, without the slightest nostalgia or hesitation.
Immediately afterwards, countless twinkling bright stars fell, mixed with vast and vivid ideas, and accurately fell into the palms of each strong man, exuding a cold and cold charm.
Click, click...
The starlight shattered, and a massive amount of information emerged from it, flowing rapidly into my heart.
This feeling is ethereal and vast, like the sky with rolling clouds and relaxed wind, exuding a unique and dust-free charm.
Thoughts collide, ideas flash, and information automatically peels off its cocoons, revealing its true content.
Hongjun inheritance!
The magic power of love is in the same boat!
This is the combination of Tao and magical power, and the way it is used is the same as that of heaven. It has the same effect but the same approach.
After successfully casting Tongzhou, the immortals will be able to control the avenue, completely reveal its form, and create an unprecedented wave of annihilation.
If this magical power is really activated, both the blood formation and the yin and yang body will instantly dissolve into invisible dust like ice and snow on summer.
The Demon Saint's conspiracy will be aborted because of this!
However, the cost of activating this magical power is also extremely expensive and heavy.
No one has the ability to control the great road, including the six aloof saints.
Tongzhou is a magical power created by the Heavenly Dao. It is specially used to fight against the aliens that are difficult to clean up. While it is powerful and terrifying, it will continue to forget the Taoist insights, and will drain all the power in the body, whether it is blood or aura, it will all be destroyed.
It is completely consumed, turning it into a weak and weak lamb waiting to be slaughtered.
This is undoubtedly a great test for the strong who are accustomed to keeping their trump cards to avoid mishaps and surprises.
In the ancient world of intrigues and intrigues, you must not give up everything, otherwise you will be attacked by the enemy and fall because you are unable to resist.
In an instant, the Kunlun Mountains fell into deathly silence, and all the powerful men looked at each other, not knowing what to do.
After a moment, the female scourge stood up directly, with a resolute face and an impassioned expression: "The Queen can sacrifice, why can't we, the heroes of the southern border, stop the ancestors of Yin and Yang. It is imperative to stop the ancestors of Yin and Yang. Since you are all scared, let me and the Zong clan's
Warriors lead the way."
"What are you afraid of? Our true spirit has been sealed in Dongshan by Tao Ancestor. Even if we fail, we will not really die. Why bother here? I am willing to lead the disciples of Wudu Mountain and kill them together with you all."
Demon Saint." Ancestor Panwang laughed loudly, showing great pride.
"Wuzhuangguan advances and retreats with you, and can slay demon saints. What's wrong with that?"
"Hey hey hey, I want to see who dares to sneak attack at this time. It's really a life-threatening situation."
"I haven't yet attained the truth. What qualifications does this old thing Yin Yang have to be resurrected? Sons of the sea of blood, please give me orders!"
More and more strong men stood up, their whole bodies blooming with mysterious brilliance, burning all the strength of their bodies, and activated their magical powers crazily.
The impassioned words, the friendship of sharing weal and woe, the determination to right the path... Thoughts are like brilliant sparks, sweeping across Kunlun with the strong wind.
Hundreds or thousands of strong men are excited, working together to activate their magical powers, and are about to burst out with a power that will destroy the world.
Haotian's whole body trembled with excitement, and the sluggishness just now disappeared, replaced by a domineering and majestic imperial demeanor.
"Everyone, please let the immortals in heaven serve as pioneers and create a peaceful and prosperous age for all living beings!"
After saying that, he suddenly activated his magical power, and a bright and bright imperial avenue appeared behind him, forming a solemn and majestic imperial sword, and stabbed directly towards the blood formation.
"The Imperial Avenue is indeed magnificent, but in terms of killing, it depends on our sea of blood." Styx laughed loudly, revealing the vast red water all over his body, and several Shura turned into sharp blood lotus, followed closely behind, and interacted with the emperor's sword.
When combined, countless red patterns are embellished on the surface, suddenly increasing the power several times.
"I'm coming!"
"Look at my Thunder Road."
"The grass is luxuriant, the spring sun is bright, the way of grass and trees is out!"
"The flames are roaring, burning the sky and refining the earth, and the flames are fighting, who can compare with them!"
"The big waves are rolling in and the dragon is entering the sea, and the white water is standing in the ocean!"
Countless avenues bloomed quietly, revealing unprecedented magnificence. They quickly merged with the emperor's sword and slashed towards the blood array.
At this moment, a discordant sound came from afar.
"Wait, wait, I have a question."
Everyone followed the sound and almost cursed.
The opponent is sitting on a golden lotus, with a pale face, and a ferocious finger piercing his abdomen. He is supported by the Tathagata of the Sun, like a dying old man, tremblingly expressing his objection.
"Holy crap, it's Manjushri Bodhisattva again. Did he deliberately single it out to cause trouble?"
"This child seems to be seriously ill. I suggest that Buddhism give up rescuing him."