The first thousand two hundred and twenty-two chapters of the gods
Flames burn the building.
Blood washed the earth.
One after another, lives passed away quickly and fell into a pool of blood. The dead-eyed look was mixed with endless anger. It was as powerful as the disciples of the Ten Thousand Paths Holy Land. They were in countless realms of life and death, Nirvana, and reincarnation realms. They were as numerous as the vast stars.
Fragile as paper, easily torn into pieces.
Mo Jiu stood in the void, looking at the ruins of the Ten Thousand Dao Holy Land with cold eyes. The corners of his mouth were slightly raised, and he couldn't help but show a bit of joy. At this point, his mission has been completed. This is not easy, you know.
The Ten Thousand Daos Holy Land is one of the most powerful holy lands in the world, and at this point, the fate of the Ten Thousand Daos Holy Land has been determined.
Emperor Wandao, Qi Ling and others died in battle or were captured.
Luan Changfengjiu occupied the magpie's nest, replaced him, managed the new Ten Thousand Ways Holy Land for the Tongtian God Sect, continued to develop its power, and then extended his claws to other forces in the Whirlpool World, the world of heavens, and annexed them, step by step to achieve the goal of Tongtian God.
Teach the great career that you have dreamed of for countless years!
Thinking of this, Mo Jiu frowned, looked down at the Wandao Emperor and Pan Ling at his feet, and said slowly: "You two are not weak, you might as well join our divine religion, I will not treat you badly, the day our Lord returns,
Change the world and give you eternal life!"
"My lord?"
Emperor Wandao's heart moved slightly, and he noticed the key words in Mo Jiu's mouth. Mo Jiu's master is probably the boss of Tongtian Divine Sect, right?
Pan Ling looked at Mo Jiu angrily and hummed: "Your master has fallen into the endless years long ago! Stop wishing for anything. Unifying the heavens and changing the world are all just dreams! He will not come back, and neither will you.
You succeeded!"
Emperor Wandao thought to himself that Master Panling was so excited that he must know a lot about the Tongtian Divine Sect.
"madness!"
Mo Jiu scolded, "Even ten followers like me have ignored the erosion of time, let alone our master? Pan Ling, don't deceive yourself anymore, you know that the master will wake up sooner or later, and the Immortal Emperor
Where are they? I don’t know whether they are alive or dead. They are probably dead. Speaking of which, I admire them very much. The Immortal Emperors of every era fought against their masters, even if they risked their lives, to fight against their masters and eradicate the divine religion."
After saying that, Mo Jiu looked at Pan Ling's gloomy look and sneered: "As a Taoist soldier of the Immortal Emperor, why do you insist on the idea of the Immortal Emperor when he is dead? Good birds choose trees to live in, Pan Ling, give up resistance
Come on, join the divine religion and welcome a new world, a new order, and a new way of heaven. Followers like us will all gain eternal life!"
Boom!
Emperor Wandao broke into a cold sweat and was frightened.
The amount of information contained in Mo Jiu's words was so much that it was difficult for Emperor Wandao to consume and understand it for a while!
New world?
Is this the ultimate goal of the Tongtian Divine Sect?
It’s simply unbelievable!
What kind of people are they?
madman?!
Idealist?
Pioneer?
To be honest, Emperor Wan Dao was moved, but some principles cannot be shaken!
"We, the Taoist soldiers, will naturally follow the footsteps of the Immortal Emperor." Pan Ling did not change his mind.
"It's useless to talk more, Luan Changfeng, don't you want to be the Great Emperor of Wandao? Then come on, if you have the ability, snatch it from my hands!" Emperor Wandao exhaled, and that breath turned into swords all over the sky.
Qi, one after another sword Qi gathered together, as if thousands of swords were returning to the clan, as if they were shocked.
Luan Changfeng gritted his teeth, flicked his long sleeves, and threw out an immortal weapon, which was a dharma seal. The dharma seal was as big as Mount Tai, overwhelming the sky, covering the sky, and suppressing the people below fiercely. If it fell,
, the bodies of thousands of disciples in the Holy Land of Ten Thousand Paths were turned into flesh, mud, and powder. Even the saints could not even hope to survive under this seal.
"break!"
The Great Emperor Wan Dao let out a long shout, and his Wan Dao sword pierced the air, instantly poking the seal full of holes.
Seeing that one move failed, Luan Changfeng made another move, pinching the magic formula with his hand, and immediately there was a river of blood flowing under his feet, containing an endless aura of violence. Luan Changfeng was seen urging the blood river to swallow the Ten Thousand Dao Holy Land.
Everywhere they passed was barren of grass, not even the broken arms and limbs of the corpses were left!
The disciples of Ten Thousand Ways Holy Land felt their scalps numb, their legs sore and weak, and they could no longer walk.
These methods are like gods and demons!
Although the Great Emperor of Ten Thousand Daos was seriously injured, he was after all one of the seven supreme powerful men in the Thirty-three Heavens World. He had endless methods. His biggest trump card was the Taoist Scripture of Ten Thousand Daos Holy Land, "The Wheel of Ten Thousand Daos".
It is comparable to the "Green Lotus Creation Technique" of the Green Lotus Holy Land, and Emperor Wan Dao has already cultivated the "Wan Dao Wheel Sutra" to the level of great success.
"The Wheel of Ten Thousand Paths Sutra!"
Mo Jiu suddenly cast his gaze towards the Wandao Great Emperor. There, he noticed a powerful wave of aura, which was condensing out at an alarming speed. He couldn't help but sigh, "What a powerful Wandao Wheel Sutra."
, it’s really tricky, haha.”
The green grass between Mo Jiu's palms fluttered slightly, emitting ripple-like fluctuations. He plucked a blade of grass and threw it out violently. The blade of grass seemed to be alive, like a wild beast, attacking violently.
To the Great Emperor Wandao.
The Wandao Emperor was immediately dwarfed by him.
When Pan Ling saw this, he stopped watching the battle, gave a long cry, and sacrificed his true body.
Rumble!
Ten thousand roulette wheels bloomed with ten thousand rays of light, rising in the air, hanging in the night sky like a bright moon, shedding countless rays of light. The roulette wheel slowly rotated, and stopped at a certain mark. Then, Pan Ling's
The voice resounded: "West, thirty degrees, Aoki White Tiger, kill!"
boom!
Everyone in the Ten Thousand Dao Holy Land saw a thousand-foot golden beam of light falling suddenly, instantly repelling Luan Changfeng.
The coercion emanating from the Wan Dao Roulette is so overwhelming that it cannot be ignored.
"Spirit-swallowing beast, enter!"
Mo Jiu released tens of thousands of spirit-eating beasts and entangled Pan Ling.
Emperor Wandao once again fell into a lonely battle. The Bodhisattva with a coiled spirit was crossing the river. He was unable to protect himself and could not help him. He was doomed to lose when fighting Luan Changfeng and Mo Jiu alone!
The eyes of the disciples of Ten Thousand Daos Holy Land are full of despair, their bodies are cold, and the shadow of death hangs over them. Who can save them?
An hour later.
"puff!"
Emperor Wandao couldn't support himself. He vomited blood and fell to the ground with a sluggish expression. He was already seriously injured and made matters worse. He turned his head and looked at Pan Ling aside. His heart suddenly sank. Pan Ling's condition was not good either. Then Mo Jiuyi
We have been dealing with him and have not targeted Panling, but the spirit-swallowing beast is the natural enemy of the weapon spirit, and Panling is bound and unable to escape.
"Hahaha!"
Luan Changfeng's wild laughter echoed in the sky for a long time.
"What are you laughing at?"
Suddenly, a voice sounded.
Click!
Then, the space tore apart, and four figures stepped out from the torn gap.
Looking at the figures of those people, Luan Changfeng's expression darkened: "Su Ming? Jie Jie, you are back again! If you are back well, then you can also be buried with the Holy Land of Ten Thousand Daos!"
Suddenly, Luan Changfeng noticed the three people beside Su Ming and looked slightly startled.
A young man.
A weapon spirit?
A huge beast?
This is......
Luan Changfeng had a guess in his mind.
Mo Jiu stared at Chu Ge and smiled slowly: "It turns out it's you, Chu Ge. There is a road to heaven but you don't take it. Hell has no door and you break in. Don't you know how valuable your head is? Now that you're here