Chapter 70 The overall situation has been decided and Hongjun has appeared
Outside Sishui Pass, shouts of killing echoed through the sky.
This place has turned into a whirlpool of death, greed and madness eating away at life.
Blood flowed and gathered, stumps and broken arms were scattered, and a vast red lake gradually formed on the ground.
The rich smell of blood and death mixed with each other and permeated the battlefield.
Those extremely mysterious and unpredictable formations shattered and dissipated one after another. The Jie Jiao disciples, with red eyes, rushed out of the Ten Thousand Immortals Formation and faced off against the Chan Jiao and Western disciples.
The two sages of the West each showed their magical powers, and the green lotus-colored flags fluttered in the wind, turning into lotus terraces all over the mountain to wrap up all the disciples. The seven-jeweled trees were gorgeous and magnificent, turning into rainbow clouds and bridges standing in the sky, anchoring the earth's wind, water, fire, thunder, rain, and dew. I am holding the Linglong Tower on my head, with the necklace of rich and substantial merits hanging on my chest, and the Tai Chi figure standing at my feet to protect my body, so that it can stand firm in the wave of swordsmanship.
Yuanshi Tianzun is ruthless and shows no mercy to the disciples of Jiejiao. With a wave of his sleeves, countless killing methods are flowing endlessly, killing lives cruelly like a wave. He will not show any mercy when facing the faces he once knew. p>
"There are still many vacancies in the list of gods. If we don't take the opportunity to fill the vacancies with disciples of Jiejiao this time, other troubles will inevitably arise in the future. In order to prevent Ye Changmengduo from causing trouble again~"
Thinking of this, he took out the blood-transforming treasure box and suddenly swallowed dozens of Jiejiao disciples, refining them into smelly pus and blood.
"Stop!" Tongtian roared hoarsely. Seeing his disciples being slaughtered in large numbers, he suddenly felt sad.
Although their backgrounds are uneven, they have followed him for tens of thousands of years and have been carefully cultivated from ignorant cubs to the present day.
They are arrogant and domineering outside, but on Jin'ao Island, they are respectful to themselves.
The respect in the eyes and the admiration in the heart can be seen clearly, how can the master-disciple relationship be abandoned at will!
At this moment, he watched helplessly as most of his disciples were brutally killed by Yuan Shi, and as many as three thousand were taken away by the West. The overwhelming grief made him feel crazy and furious.
"Where are the long ears!"
Tongtian's eyes were full of fierceness, and he shouted to the center of the Ten Thousand Immortals Array.
Six God Banners, this is his last trump card.
This object is a soul treasure, specially used to curse and kill saints. It has been sacrificed by Tongtian for tens of thousands of years. As long as it is activated, it can severely injure the four saints, and Jiang Ziya and Ji Fa will be wiped out.
However, after a long time, Long-eared Dingguang Immortal did not appear.
He seemed to have disappeared suddenly, leaving no trace of his presence in Bishui Pass.
Tongtian frowned slightly, his pupils turned into bright sapphire, and he looked towards the distant horizon.
The wind blows and the clouds relax, the sky turns into a bright mirror, and the long ears turn into a fat white rabbit, carrying a soul-calling flag and running quickly toward the west with a grin on its face.
He is now bleeding from all his orifices, his fur is rotten, his spiritual power is disordered, and he is rampaging inside his body like a tiger. There is a ninth-grade golden lotus on his head, which is full of brilliance and auspiciousness. It is helping him to suppress the backlash of the channel.
Tongtian's eyes widened with anger and his whole body trembled. He could hardly believe what he saw.
Emotions such as helplessness, hesitation, and loss were mixed with each other, making him feel extremely sad.
The number of casualties continues to rise, and the direct disciples are still fighting fiercely. Most of the third-generation disciples have been killed or injured.
The kind-hearted brother who used to be a kind-hearted brother has turned into an impermanence that seduces souls and kills people in the underworld, killing lives cruelly and mercilessly.
The bodies of those well-behaved and sensible disciples gradually became cold and stiff, and they died unwillingly at Sishui Pass.
"Alas." Tongtian suddenly sighed lonely, grasped the sharp edge of Qingping Sword with his left palm, and wiped it from bottom to top.
The golden saint's blood suddenly filled the sharp blade, shining brightly.
With his hair disheveled, he stood in the sky, no matter how stormy or thunderous the storm came, he remained as unmoved as a mountain.
Tongtian's voice was hoarse and he said in a deep tone: "Brother, you said a lot, and I was indeed wrong."
Seeing Tongtian Banner's repentant look, Yuanshi Tianzun was immediately overjoyed.
He cast admiring glances at Lao Tzu and said with a kind face: "The third brother has achieved great enlightenment and finally escaped from the calamity. Although the Jiejiao suffered heavy casualties in this battle, the disciples with poor background, good fortune, and bad luck have already
Once it is cleaned up and the dross is removed, it will surely prosper again in the future."
"No, senior brother." Tongtian said softly, the Qingping Sword flashed with light, the lush green lotus slowly bloomed, and the purple light was steaming.
"My fault was that I was indecisive and had illusions about you, so I gave in step by step. As a result, I am now defeated like a mountain. Hundreds of millions of years of accumulation have been turned into ashes. If I had placed the Zhuxian Sword Formation in Kunlun from the very beginning.
What’s the matter with the sky above? In the final analysis, I am too naive to reach the sky.”
As soon as he finished speaking, the wind suddenly surged, and purple air spread across the sky like a spider web.
"No, he is going to blow up the Hongmeng Purple Qi."
"It's crazy."
When I saw this, I immediately threw the black and yellow exquisite tower of heaven and earth. The golden aura of merit turned into a river and enveloped everyone's heads. The magnificent scene was particularly shocking.
The two sages of the West clasped their hands together, the precious light behind them steamed like Mount Sumeru, and the bright sun suddenly rose into the sky.
"Alas."
Just when the scene reached a stalemate, a helpless sigh suddenly sounded from heaven and earth.
Colorful chains poked out of the void, winding towards the sky like spiritual snakes.
The breath is rolling, and the chains are solidified from need. The surface is full of carved seals evolved from the great road, binding the five flowers in the sky.
The Hongmeng purple energy that was about to explode like a spider web immediately disappeared and returned to Tongtian's body again.
"Meet the teacher."
The saints quickly put away their magical treasures and saluted Hongjun respectfully. At the same time, they were even more afraid of this teacher.
Hongjun's face was cold and ruthless, but his heart was full of melancholy. Looking at the current scene, he felt quite regretful.
How could he not know that he was the reason behind the devastated scene?
Millions of soldiers were killed or injured, hundreds of thousands of practitioners perished, Jin'ao Island collapsed like Penglai, saints and disciples seemed to be inseparable, and 60% of the aura of the East was lost.
Suddenly, the heavens moved, and Hongjun's regret suddenly turned into coldness. His eyes were pale and cold, and the aura of controlling life and death emerged again.
Countless casualties?
So what!
For the natural operation of heaven, all sacrifices are worth it, and they should feel honored for their dedication.
Hongjun said in a low voice: "The Tribulation of the Conferring Gods has ended. You will order the second-generation disciples to disperse, so as not to cause more troubles by killing disciples. The third-generation disciples will follow Xiqi to continue the crusade against Great Shang.
As for you, after the dust settles, follow me to Zixiao Palace."
Having said that, Ancestor Hongjun suddenly disappeared, and Tongtian also disappeared into the battlefield.
I looked at the dilapidated Ten Thousand Immortals Formation, stretched out my hand and patted it, immediately destroying it into ruins.
Jiang Ziya gave an order, and the Xiqi camp shouted to kill Zhentian. The soldiers were excited and rushed towards Sishui Pass.
The overall situation has been decided, Xiqi will finally become the overlord of the world!
The Sishui Pass was destroyed easily, and the army marched forward with great force and marched towards Chaoge.
Three days later.
Cihang, holding a mutton-fat jade purification bottle, stood on the top of the mountain outside Sishui Pass, feeling the majestic death energy in the battlefield, and his heart was full of melancholy.
"The calamity is so terrifying that even saints are not immune to it. It seems that when you travel to the West in the future, you need to be prepared for a rainy day."
"Huh? Why is he here?"
In the distance, a plain white figure came from a distance, and Manjusri strolled to the center of the battlefield.
He didn't care about the blood, mud, and mud, and walked aimlessly outside Sishui Pass.
Suddenly, Manjusri seemed to have discovered something, squatting down and digging in the bloody soil with his bare hands.
The smelly and sticky soil covered his clothes, but he remained unmoved. After a long time, he grabbed a mud ball from the depths.
Manjusri pushed the clay ball hard, and after a long time, the black crystal inside was revealed.
Cihang's eyes widened in surprise.
"It turns out to be the remains of Hou Tu, how is that possible!"