The blue sea is rolling, and the souls are contending.
Haotian was wearing a Geng gold Taoist robe, floating above the banquet.
His eyes were sharp and his expression was serious. He looked at the immortals around him and took action boldly.
The sword light, which contained sharp and killing blows, seemed to be rippling like a continuous river, with layers of waves sweeping towards the surroundings.
The swordsmanship practiced by Haotian is full of domineering charm. It is as continuous as the sky and the earth are falling apart.
Facing the wave of swordsmanship, the female slayer's eyes were full of disdain.
She suddenly stretched out her right hand and slapped it forward.
In an instant, a steaming hot wave, like an endless sea of flowers, suddenly spread deep in the banquet in the heaven.
The rich and majestic aura of the fire path scattered out diffuse sparks, containing an extremely terrifying burning charm, eating away the sword light coming from the pavement.
At this time, the female slayer pinched the treasure seal with her hand, sneered at the corner of her mouth, and thousands of red flowers appeared behind her.
The red flowers are huge and gorgeous, filled with illusions and disillusionment, emitting an elegant but hot temperature, making the surrounding space become distorted.
The female demon looked up, looked at Haotian and smiled.
"How dare you provoke me, evildoer?" Haotian frowned and scolded in a low voice.
He flicked his fingers, and the light was shining in front of him. The sword suddenly swayed out, blooming with gorgeous and noble brilliance.
The surface of this sword was dotted with mountains, rivers, sun and moon, and the hilt was covered with fine fish scales. The moment it appeared, it burst into dazzling light.
"This is this?" Lu Ya's eyes widened in surprise when he saw the sword appear.
He reached out and shook Manjusri, his tone full of disbelief, and said: "Look, this sword is exactly the same as the Witch-Slaying Sword."
Hearing what Lu Ya said, Manjusri frowned slightly.
The aura of the light path flows and rotates, making the clerk's eyes become radiant, allowing him to easily observe the trends on the battlefield.
When Haotian took out this sword, Manjusri could feel the sense of oppression coming from the pavement.
This feeling seemed to be a mixture of nobility and domineering, which reminded Manjusri of the era of the Three Sovereigns and Five Emperors.
"Could it be said that Haotian is still following the path of an emperor?" Manjusri looked at Haotian and murmured softly.
The way of the emperor is the path that Emperor Jun once walked.
This avenue is majestic and vast, towering over all things, but it has never been able to reach its peak.
Manjusri once heard Yuanshi Tianzun say that if you want to achieve Hunyuan by relying on the emperor's way, holding the prehistoric world in your hands is the most critical step.
However, the present prehistoric world is divided into four parts, and there are countless powerful people. In the east, there is the Wuzhuang Temple of Wanshou Mountain, in the west there is Buddhism, in the south there are two tribes of Wu Zang, and Luzhou has become the base camp of the demon tribe.
Haotian's attempt to achieve the realm of Hunyuan through the emperor's way is tantamount to mirror flowers and water moon, and he is destined to find no way out.
Because of this, Manjusri felt slightly surprised when he saw the killing atmosphere that filled the air after Haotian took action.
He narrowed his eyes thoughtfully, looking at Haotian who was bathed in golden light, and thought about the key point in this.
The expression on Lu Ya's face, who was sitting next to Wenshu, changed extremely quickly from the initial surprise to the disdain.
Lu Ya ate the moonflower seeds in his hand and found that Manjusri was looking at Haotian coldly, and bumped him with his arm in confusion.
Manjusri turned around, and before he could ask why, a handful of new moonflower seeds were stuffed into his hand.
Lu Ya blinked and signaled Manjusri to continue peeling, and then secretly transmitted a message and said: "Haotian, as the leader of the Hongjun Taoist ancestor, is in line with the ancient emperor's way. His attainments and heritage on this path are better than
The Three Sovereigns, Five Emperors, and my father must all be profound."
"Nowadays, the Tribulation in the Journey to the West is blooming with flowers. If Haotian can take the opportunity to kill the young people in the wilderness, his level will naturally rise again. I am afraid that after the Tribulation in the Journey to the West is settled, this will be the best person to achieve Hunyuan.
opportunity."
Hearing what Lu Ya said, Manjusri couldn't help but feel enlightened.
He nodded and suddenly remembered that the future Battle of Dengtian was a chaotic war to prevent Haotian from achieving Hunyuan.
If this top expert who practices the way of an emperor wants to continue to improve his realm, he must find ways to continue to eliminate dissidents and lead the ancient world.
Whether it is Eastern Taoism, Western Buddhism, Nanzhan Wu Zang, or Luzhou demons, they are all the targets that Haotian will suppress in the future.
This person is now at the peak of his quasi-sage status, and his methods are already so magnificent.
If Hunyuan is truly achieved, it will be an opportunity for the destruction of countless forces in the ancient world.
Thinking of this, Manjusri suddenly understood the key, and at the same time, he became more clear about the importance of the battle to reach the sky.
"I see that the development of the ancient world is intertwined with each other, just like the two sages of the West back then, who continued to plot against the two lich tribes, in order to use small measures to win big, and intercept a steady stream of resource treasures."
"The Battle of Kunlun has had a fermenting impact on the prehistoric times. In order to survive, the strong had to leave the dojo and join the Heavenly Court to extend their lifespan. As a result, Haotian's realm has been greatly improved. Heaven is definitely not willing to see the situation of one ebb and flow.
Come, feel free to secretly add fuel to the flames and let the geniuses of these hostile forces rise rapidly."
Manjusri's eyes flickered as he stared at the heroes around him, and he could already see the shadow of the future battle to reach the sky.
Heaven's plan is more terrifying than imagined.
According to the normal course of historical development, the Heavenly Court Society ushered in unprecedented magnificence after the calamity of its journey to the west, and became the top force that suppressed the Three Realms.
At that time, not even Western Buddhism could resist.
Countless races and sects are struggling to survive in the vast glory of heaven.
In order to continue to improve the way of the emperor he has practiced, Haotian must capture countless forces from the ancient times.
During this process, his methods were extremely cruel. Thunder, rain, and dew were all due to the king's kindness. If there was even the slightest resistance, he would be killed directly as a warning to others.
Amidst this continuous oppression, countless strong men secretly unite to fight against the increasingly powerful creatures.
Haotian's path to enlightenment was so bloody. If such a strong man were allowed to become a quasi-sage, wouldn't it turn into a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood in the future?
Therefore, the battle to ascend to heaven begins.
All races contended and invaded the sky.
Countless powerful talents, talented newbies, and great talents appeared one after another and launched dozens of attacks against the heaven, finally pulling down the emperor Haotian from his throne.
The Battle of Climbing Heaven lasted for hundreds of years, so the fallen strong men were like crucian carp crossing the river, making the secret realm of Heavenly Court located above the vast sea of clouds filled with endless blood and corpses.
At that time, the sky was a scarlet and sticky scene, and it lasted for sixty years.
During that time, the Second Sage of the West was still there, the Wa Palace suddenly fell into pieces, the Three Pure Ones did not show up, and the ancient world was completely turned into scattered sand.
Countless strong men fell in the Battle of Dengtian, causing unprecedented decline in the ancient world.
However, during this period of time, flowers, plants, trees, birds and animals have achieved an unprecedentedly good ecological environment. In just a few hundred years, the spiritual potential of the ancient world has increased tenfold!
The old strong men were lost in the waves and history, and new geniuses gradually appeared, leading countless creatures to innovate and explore new paths.
The Gaoge era has officially begun!
Manjusri's eyes flickered slightly, thinking of the future development, he couldn't help but feel nervous.
At the beginning, Manjusri's realm and background were the most embarrassing existences in the West.
If Jin Zha and Samantabhadra hadn't always been there to help him, I'm afraid even the Buddha's position would not have been secure in the final battle to reach heaven.
Before Manjusri was reborn, he did not understand why the six saints would disappear.
Are they hiding in the dark, watching the chaos of the times indifferently, or are they sealed in the Zixiao Palace like the Three Pure Ones, or have they fallen long ago without any news being revealed.
These secrets are like torches in the dark night, making Manjusri unable to help but understand what he wants.
"The path Haotian cultivates is destined to make him unable to become an ally. In this case..."
Thinking of this, Manjusri's eyes were full of fierce fighting spirit.
Facing the female slayer, Haotian's face was full of disdain.
He was condescending, his voice was cold, and the sword in his hand bloomed with brilliance, making it look even more noble.
"But you are all young people who have the courage to come to heaven to act wild. It seems that I am too merciful and have made you forget the glory of my heaven."
As soon as he finished speaking, Haotian held his sword and slashed forward.
Kendo·Liu Hong!
boom!!
The deafening shouts of contention condensed into a complicated and confusing red tide.
The tides are entangled and ferocious, tearing each other apart, and contain the charm of destroying all things.
Wherever the red tide went, the space turned into powder, and the filth inside the void quietly swayed out.
When the female demon saw this, her face suddenly became ugly.
She took action boldly, the red flowers behind her flew wildly, and the overwhelming flames followed one after another.
In the sea of steaming flames, many exquisite birds appeared, spreading their wings sincerely and elegantly, and singing loudly.
The appearance of birds suddenly made the scourge caused by the condensation of red flowers come alive, filled with pure and abundant vitality, and resisted the intense sword light.
The sharp blade cut by Haotian turned into slender red willow leaves.
The surface of the willow leaves is pure and flawless, and the shape is exquisite and exquisite, as if they were carefully carved rubies, blooming with a transparent and pure charm.
The more beautiful the scenery, the more bloody the things contained inside are often.
Willow leaves flew wildly and spread all over the banquet. Wherever they went, many powerful people showed their magical powers, but they were unable to resist the fear of killing.
"Damn it, how did Haotian's realm improve so quickly? Did he deliberately hide his clumsiness in the battles he participated in before?"
"No, if Haotian really had reservations, he wouldn't have sat there in such embarrassment waiting for death during the Battle of Kunlun. It should be that after the Battle of Dengtian, several strong men joined the Heavenly Court to fuel his emperor's path, so
Gains formed.”
The powerful people who can participate in this banquet are very important no matter where they are.
Everyone has rich experience and sharp eyesight, so they can naturally clearly sense that Haotian's realm is rising.
"Humph, you are so overbearing." Suddenly, a scolding voice came.
A female fairy wearing an elegant long dress walked out from the corner.
This fairy has a beautiful face, blue eyes, long hair hanging down her waist, and her ears are dotted with light gardenias.
Yujing Garden Master·Autumn Scenery!
Qiu Jing is a strong man in Nanzhan Continent. He always likes to be alone, so his reputation in the ancient world is not very good.
She is elegant by nature and doesn't like the world, so she came alone this time.
The immortals who were responsible for the introduction had never seen Qiu Jing, so they regarded it as an ordinary immortal who came to congratulate it and placed it in a corner at will.
Therefore, no one found any trace of this quasi-sage just now.
Qiu Jing practiced Mu Dao and learned from Jumangzu Shaman. She gave up on the tenacious restoration of Mu Dao and chose the path of destruction and destruction.
Qiu Jing frowned and looked at the steady stream of sword light. Without any hesitation, he took action boldly.
Mu Dao Divine Power·Bai Yujing!
Wow!
Gardenias, as white as suet, were spread quietly throughout the banquet.
Gardenias sway gently with the breeze, bursting out the unique tranquil charm of the afternoon wherever they go.
The moment those rushing sword lights came into contact with the gardenia petals, they turned into exquisite jade and fell randomly into the depths of the sea of clouds.
"presumptuous!"
Haotian's eyes widened and he scolded coldly.
As the leader who controls the three realms, he naturally knows about the existence of Qiu Jing, a strong man.
The moment the opponent stood up, Haotian knew that the situation was a bit tricky, but he did not expect that Qiu Jing's attack would be so decisive.
Seeing the appearance of Qiu Jing, the Queen Mother beside her couldn't hold it any longer.
She turned around and said to Haotian: "Leave this female fairy to me, and you can deal with the rest."