Hearing what Manjusri said, Lu Ya was extremely moved.
Since the collapse of the Demon Court for several Yuanhui years, Lu Ya, as the prince of the Demon Clan, has been working hard and sleeping late at night. He has worked hard and tried his best to achieve his ambition of revitalizing the Demon Court in the future.
Lu Ya knew very well that as a saint, Nuwa had unpredictable methods and was an existence that the Beiming Demon Clan could not resist.
Even though he had the demon clan's treasure house as support, he could not shake Nuwa in the slightest before he attained Hunyuan.
I originally thought that this was a road of no return. Even if I spent my whole life, I would never be able to reach the height that the demon clan hoped for. I was doomed to go on alone for the rest of my life.
Unexpectedly, on the empty and lonely road, a companion suddenly appeared.
As if he could feel the change in Lu Ya's mood, Manjusri stretched out his hand and gently touched his head, and spoke in a particularly gentle tone.
"The road of spiritual practice is indeed full of difficulties, but as living beings swimming upstream, we should hold each other together for warmth. Whether it is Nuwa or other storms, I will always be by your side."
"I know."
Lu Ya nodded with firm eyes. He was no longer as hesitant as before, and his eyes instead exuded a sharp charm.
At this time, soft and melodious singing came quietly.
There were several fairies in exquisite long dresses dancing gracefully in the banquet amid billowing clouds.
Many powerful Buddhists came to the banquet. Looking at the extremely sumptuous banquet and countless spiritual fruits, they couldn't help but sigh at the wealth of Heaven.
With a bright face, Jin Zha led Manjusri and other powerful men to the Buddhist location planned in advance.
"Teacher, the reputation of Heavenly Court has been rising rapidly during this period. Dozens of strong men have joined the camp one after another, and there are even several quasi-sages from ancient times. They have tried their best to flatter the Queen Mother in order to get the flat peach."
When he said this, Jin Zha's tone was slightly hesitant.
Back then, during the Battle of Kunlun, Manjusri relied on the inheritance of the ancestors of Yin and Yang to forcibly kill several powerful quasi-sages to refine their bodies. His method shocked the world and made countless demons fearful of it.
However, behind the blooming surface, there are undercurrents and countless foreshadowings.
Those strong men who went to Kunlun were all highly respected ancient powers. How could they be willing to have their bodies chopped to pieces by Manjusri and ascended to power through his bones?
Because of this, after passing through Patriarch Hongjun's Dongshan and successfully resurrected, their hearts were full of resentment towards Manjusri.
This time, almost 40% of the many quasi-god powerhouses who joined the heavenly camp died at the hands of Manjusri.
By joining forces with each other, they can gather extremely powerful strength. If they provoke Haotian and the Queen Mother more in the future, the Heavenly Court may take action against the document.
After all, in the current Heavenly Court, the foundation and reputation have been greatly improved, and they are no longer as embarrassed and embarrassed as they were before the Conferred God Tribulation.
Hearing this, Manjusri narrowed his eyes thoughtfully.
He gently twisted the corners of the Taoist robe with his hands, thinking about the current changes in heaven.
This magnificent and vast scene is very similar to the original Battle of Dengtian.
Is it because of the butterfly effect of the Kunlun Battle?
Before Manjusri could speak, Lu Ya, who was sitting next to him, snorted with great disdain.
"Heaven has always liked to do this kind of thing. It thinks that with the Peach Fairy Tree, it can win over all the powerful people in the ancient world. This idea is really ridiculous and ignorant. Please tell Haotian and Queen Mother, no matter who they send in the future
Quasi-sage, anyone who wants to take action against Manjusri will be the mortal enemy of our Beiming Demon Clan."
Lu Ya didn't hide anything when he spoke.
His tone was particularly cold, and his words exuded a clever killing charm.
The rich brilliance condensed in the palm and turned into an exquisite black gourd. The moment the gourd slowly rose and fell in the palm, bright silver light flashed, making all the heroes attending the banquet look sideways.
Immortal-killing flying knife!
When seeing this treasure, many strong men couldn't help but take two steps back.
Everyone knows how terrifying the power of the immortal-killing flying knife is.
"As expected of the prince of the demon clan, Lu Ya's character is indeed domineering. During the banquet organized by the heaven, he dared to use the murderous treasure to frighten the heroes."
"I heard that a few days ago, Lu Ya used a flying knife to kill the Phoenix Clan's genius, An Mingshan, in Luzhou. Even the golden phoenix who rushed over died under this treasure."
"The golden phoenix is the mount of Empress Nuwa. Lu Ya actually has the courage to kill this powerful man. Could it be that the demons in Beiming have fallen out with Empress Nuwa?"
All the immortals present suddenly started talking about it.
At this time, the Queen Mother, who had not yet appeared, felt the charm emanating from the immortal-killing flying knife, and her face was slightly ugly.
She knew that Lu Ya did this on purpose, just to warn herself not to make plans for Manjusri.
Thinking of this, the Queen Mother felt a little helpless.
Throughout the ages, Heaven has never suppressed the Three Realms with its tyrannical strength as Taoist Hongjun expected.
It was just relying on the Queen Mother and Haotian's ability to strategize and find every opportunity to barely maintain the surface operation.
It's not easy to get through until now, it's like sailing against the current, if you don't advance, you will retreat.
"well!"
The Queen Mother sighed sadly.
Looking at the slightly haggard face in the mirror, the Queen Mother suddenly became filled with thoughts.
She stretched out her white and soft palms and gently stroked the smooth surface of the mirror, her eyes suddenly becoming erratic.
In the mirror, the Queen Mother seemed to be able to see herself as a little boy in ancient times, accompanying Hongjun Daozu, that happy and carefree time.
"The sea has changed, things have changed, and neither I nor Haotian can return to the original state. I hope this calamity will not bring too much trouble to Heaven."
The Queen Mother raised her hand and inserted the golden hairpin on her head, then stood up and left the palace, walking slowly towards the banquet.
The pure and majestic flavor of innate Yimu swept over like a violent storm.
The vast sea of clouds with a radius of thousands of miles suddenly turned into a verdant willow jungle.
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! Lush flowers, plants and trees suddenly grow crazily.
An old man wearing an elegant green robe came to the Nantian Gate with two boys, smiling.
It was Zhen Yuanzi, the owner of Wuzhuang Temple in Wanshou Mountain.
Zhen Yuanzi held an exquisite jade basket in his hand, containing three ginseng fruits steaming with precious light.
Amidst the stirring wind and clouds, rich vitality slowly seeped in.
The Xianjia, who had already had sharp eyes, ran out quickly, with a bright smile on his face, and brought Zhen Yuanzi to the banquet with great courtesy.
Faced with the flattery of other quasi-sages, Zhen Yuanzi waved his hand calmly and did not respond at all.
However, after seeing Manjusri, Zhen Yuanzi's expression suddenly changed.
"Manjusri Bodhisattva, you are well."
Zhen Yuanzi said with a smile.
He looked at the blue Taoist robe worn by Manjusri with a slightly confused look in his eyes.
"Why so surprised?"
"Have you never seen me wearing Taoist robes?"
A faint smile appeared on Manjusri's lips, without hesitation.
"Bie Zhi has inherited my wisdom status in the West. He should practice the Buddhist magic in the future. As for me, I choose to follow the path of practice again."
Manjusri seemed calm and calm, but Zhen Yuanzi's rich experience could clearly sense the helplessness in the other person's words.
Yes, everyone has seen Manjusri’s rising status, but they have not seen the hard work and hardship behind him.
After killing three corpses and reaching the peak of the eighth level of the Light Path, Manjusri was only a few feet away from the final Hunyuan realm.
However, the final distance is like the distance between heaven and earth, which can never be reached.
Apart from the sun, moon and stars, there are almost no substitute treasures in this world.
Unless the prehistoric era is wiped out, Manjusri will never be able to achieve Hunyuan on the path of light.
Therefore, under forced circumstances, Manjusri, as a peak expert who killed three corpses, had no choice but to join the Journey to the West and plot the calamity secretly.
Coupled with the obstruction of the Second Saint from the West, practice may become even more difficult, not even as good as the ancestor of the Earthly Immortal with the presence of the old god.
Thinking of this, Zhen Yuanzi couldn't help but sigh.
Throughout the ages, the path to practice has always been full of unknowns.
Manjusri has been prospering and prospering ever since he became a god and measured calamity.
Now, he has chosen a dead end because of this. This may also be the reason for the cycle of cause and effect.
Zhen Yuanzi smiled and wanted to comfort him, but he didn't know what to say.
He calmly sat next to him and used Xuanmen methods to transmit the message to Manjusri.
"Fellow Taoist, there is no need to worry. You must know that there are three thousand avenues and eight hundred side doors in the prehistoric times that can lead to the final Hunyuan realm. It's just that the strength of the Taoist rhyme is different."
"Now that you have become the pinnacle of power in the ancient world, and with the three corpses stationed in the three major powers of Buddhism, Underworld, and Heaven respectively, and adding fuel to the fire, it is easy to set off a wave of flower practice. When the time comes, based on the hundreds of millions of creatures in the ancient world,
The aura of flower arrangement will naturally increase crazily as a result, and it is only a matter of time before the Hun Yuan can be realized."
Zhen Yuanzi's words were particularly tactful, hoping to bring some hope to Manjusri.
After hearing his advice, Manjusri nodded calmly.
"Thank you Taoist fellow for your comfort. Before I practiced flower arrangement, I had already discovered that this road was a road of no return. But I loved it in my heart, so I couldn't help but move forward. I didn't expect that what was standing in front of me now was the sun, moon and stars. Look,
I am destined to miss this path."
When Manjusri said this, he looked at Zhen Yuanzi.
His eyes were bright, as if they contained stars, and exuded a vague sense of relief and indifference, as if he had really put this matter aside and started practicing ikebana.
At this moment, bursts of mournful cries suddenly came from the sky and the earth.
Countless smoky gray hazes rise up in the depths of the sky.
The mist condenses countless lifelike plum blossoms, as if the spring rain is silent and continuous, rendering the endless depths of the sky.
The extremely rich and biting eerie flavor is as overwhelming as a stormy sea.
Hell!
Several powerful men from the underworld drove up the endless dark clouds and drifted towards the direction of heaven.
The leader is none other than the leader of the underworld.
Yin Tianzi·Yulin.
Yulin wore an extremely noble black robe, with the smooth and bright seal of Yin Tianzi floating in his palm.
He was sitting on a chariot pulled by a nine-headed ink unicorn, rolling up streams of pure black light and swimming upstream, as if he was a black dragon covering the sky and the sun, about to devour the heaven where singing and dancing were flourishing.
Behind him are the ten palaces of Yama, bull-headed and horse-faced gods, and numerous wandering gods and city gods.
Underworld's grand appearance made many powerful people present feel extremely shocked.
They did not expect that in just a few years, the underworld's foundation would advance by such a rapid pace.
Not only did several Daluo Golden Immortals appear, but they also had melodious auras and rich foundations, which were obviously completely different from the initial embarrassing state.
This banquet prepared by the Heavenly Court informs the three realms that all powerful people can come.
The underworld is naturally within the invitation range.
However, in the past, the relationship between heaven and hell was like fire and water.
Heaven sent several powerful men to constantly divide the merits of the underworld, which brought the relationship between these two powerful forces to a freezing point.
In addition, Empress Pingxin did nothing and focused all her energy on the witch ancestors, never caring about the common affairs of the six realms of reincarnation.
Therefore, the underworld is the place that is suppressed everywhere.
Now, Yulin is trying to turn the tide and suppress Xiaoxiao.
He slaughtered several strong men one after another and created a strict system in the underworld. Therefore, he was deeply respected by the Ten Palaces of Yama and respected by several ghosts and gods.
Seeing the overbearing appearance of the underworld, all the immortals had the same guess in their hearts.