Thunder fell in the sky, and its sound lasted for a long time. The death of the great supernatural power master caused a rain of blood, and the celestial phenomena followed.
In an instant, the void inside and outside the divine capital was almost enveloped by a layer of blood mist.
The leader of Dafeng Kingdom died.
At any time, this would be a major event that would shock and horrify countless people.
But at this moment, except for Dafeng Imperial Master, Qin Shi and other Zhou masters, the others seemed to have not seen it at all.
Countless eyes were focused on the bright moon, which was also covered in blood.
Both the yellow robe and the outer appearance were hidden, revealing Yang Yu's true appearance in a martial robe.
"Shan Hai Yang Prison...is he a ghost? Or is he a visitor from outside the territory?"
Separated by tens of thousands of miles in the void, Qin Shi clutched the Divine Blade at his waist, his expression filled with sadness but more calm.
Although he was the Prince of Dafeng, his father had many descendants, hundreds of them by name, and they really didn't have much affection for each other.
"That boy, that boy..."
Shen Feng shook and seemed to be greatly shocked.
'The Lord...'
Imperial Master Dafeng had already withdrawn from Tianding Road and was watching from a distance, feeling very angry but also sad.
Although he is a fourth calamity, he is just a fourth calamity that inherits the spiritual appearance of his predecessors, and is even more inferior than his own king.
Even though I was extremely angry at this moment, I was more frightened...
"It turned out to be him..."
"call!"
Standing on the bright moon, Yang Yu's senses are infinitely higher, and the Yuan magnetism and Xuanhuang are combined. His will is far stronger than before.
At this moment, he could feel the gaze and will projected from the Xuanhuang heaven and earth, the seas and roads, and even the starry sky.
You can also feel someone's prying eyes from outside the Xuanhuang sky.
He can even feel the great threat from the Black and Yellow World Tree.
There was no wave in his heart.
Although the Xuanhuang World Tree has incredible power, it is not the ancient alien Five Emperors who became enlightened.
When he has completed the Xuan Huang Transformation, the World Tree will no longer attack him.
At this moment, all his Dharma paths have transformed, and his path has been completed!
"Shan Hai Yang Yu?!"
Outside the Divine Capital, Monk King Baoyue raised his eyebrows, and his eyes flashed with a light of extreme surprise.
And very far away, the Lord of Ten Thousand Dragons standing on the top of the mountain also raised his eyebrows.
Qian Cang, who was forced back by Dafeng Imperial Master on the star-catching platform, couldn't help but clenched his palms, but slowly released them.
Mountains and seas, Yang Prison.
This name is an extremely unfamiliar name to most ordinary people in Xuanhuang World, and even to rank masters.
But in Qiancang, Baoyue Monk King, Ao Yu and other Four Tribulations strong men heard it, but it was like thunder piercing their ears.
The expressions of the first few people changed drastically, but Ao Yu, although shocked, was not confused, and more of amusement.
"Shan Hai Yang Yu? It's so good, so good..."
Baoyue Monk King puts his palms together, showing no sadness or joy:
"According to legend, decades ago, there was a hero who fought fiercely with evil spirits in the Longquan world, and even flatly rejected the position of sage promised to you by the supreme being..."
Looking at the Taoist who stands on top of his own Dharma, even though he exists like Baoyue Monk King, I can't help but feel shocked at this moment.
Many years ago, that endless divine light illuminated all realms, and countless people with great supernatural powers witnessed it with their own eyes, including him.
He has cultivated various Buddhist consciousnesses and magical powers, and can see more than some other powerful people.
I also know what kind of terrible disaster he suffered, and what kind of amazing fortune he gave up...
"Are you Shanhai Yang Yu? Decades ago, there was an earthquake in Longquan Realm, and the light of the Buddhas illuminated the sky and all realms..."
A low dragon roar pierced the void. The Wanlong Lord, whose beard and hair were all white, but extremely burly, raised his hand to catch the red-edged dragon spear:
"On that day, the Nine Kalpas Dingguang Buddha came back from all the kalpas, and with all his incense and faith, he lit lamps for the Buddha...
One man cut off the ancient Bodhi tree, destroyed its lamp-lighting ceremony, and killed the old Buddha..."
The Wanlong Lord's voice was not loud, but the reverberation of its sound waves seemed to cause the void to tremble.
Even practitioners who are far away from Tianding Road can seem to hear the sound when they see this.
In the Heaven of Thousand Buddhas, the Great Compassionate Light clasped his hands together and chanted the Buddha's name in a low voice, when a withered palm fell on his shoulder.
"Second senior brother?"
The light of great compassion suddenly raised its head, and the person who came was very old and gloomy, but it was none other than the Master of the Second Thousand Buddha Heavens, Dharma Sound Wheel.
The nominal second senior brother was, in fact, the master who personally taught him the Dharma.
"There have been ten calamities from the first calamity to the present. However, there has never been a calamity where practitioners like us in the ten calamities have had such a difficult time. Before they can reach enlightenment, they have already ushered in many evil ghosts who have achieved enlightenment..."
The Dharma Wheel gently patted his junior brother's shoulder and sighed:
"You and I are both born in ten kalpas. Even if we are powerless, dare not, and don't want to compete with all the gods and Buddhas, why bother to harm the heroes of this kalpa?"
"Second Senior Brother..."
Da Bei Guang's heart trembled when he saw a big cloth bag with a hood down.
You were caught off guard, or you didn't dare to resist at all, and before you knew it, you were taken in.
"A great calamity must bring about great luck. Is it him who will be born in ten calamities?"
Fa Yin Lun murmured in his heart, and immediately fell to the ground, using his strong will to resist the indescribable terrifying existence coming from the Tao Fruit.
"Come from the east..."
…
Huhuhu~
There was a moment of silence, and the nine-level Gangfengtian that had been leveled had calmed down again, but the blood mist did not disperse, and thunder exploded from time to time.
"Shan Hai Yang Prison, Shan Hai Yang Prison..."
Glancing at the Great Zhou Divine Capital with a depressing and strange aura, Lord Wanlong muttered it several times before saying:
"Although your cultivation is complicated, none of it has advanced to the seventh-level level. How can you avoid the fatal magical powers of the two of us?"
Baoyue Monk King also looked into the air, he also had doubts in his heart.
In the 70,000 years since Tianding was lost, he couldn't remember how many evil ghosts he had killed.
There are many famous ones among them, such as Bao Yueguang King.
Although he and Lord Ten Thousand Dragons had no close friendship, they both agreed to kill evil ghosts. The two of them had joined forces once, and they had suppressed the great demon from Nie Hai.
But at that moment, the killing methods of the two people were all in vain, and they even accidentally killed the leader of the Great Zhou Dynasty.
For existences like them, this is naturally extremely incredible.
"Ao, I am also quite curious."
Ao Yu just spoke at this moment. The battleship he was on was the only one that had not been shot down.
At this moment, many Da Zhou masters were all glaring at him, but they were all frightened by his energy and could not move.
"Wanfa Tower, Ao Yu..."
After scanning the Four Tribulations strong men, Yang Yu's eyes only paused for a moment on Ao Yu.
He smelled a rather strange aura on this person, familiar, strange, decadent but full of vitality.
'Ao Yu...'
As soon as his thoughts changed, Yang Yu's eyes fell on Baoyue Monk King and Wanlong Lord, the two extremely powerful black and yellow figures:
"It's not really a great magical power, it's just 'divine movement' and 'big and small wishful thinking'."
Before he reached Qi Yuan, his Taoism, magic power, and level of supernatural powers were naturally inferior to those of these two great masters of supernatural powers who had been in Taoism for tens of thousands of years.
He must not be able to resist the deadly blows of these two people.
However, despite being inferior to Dao Xing and magical power, his level has surpassed that of these two people. He avoided their attacks, which seemed thrilling but was actually calm.
"Divinity?"
Baoyue Monk King’s eyes moved slightly:
"According to legend, during the Nine Tribulations, there was a generation of Lord Ma who cultivated his spiritual practice to an unimaginable height, with a speed that spanned time, years, and space. I wonder where Yang Zhenjun has reached?"
Master Wanlong suddenly raised his eyebrows and looked at the old monk who looked like a child.
"Compared to those before him, he is naturally inferior. Now, the time that Yang can get involved in is only a moment."
Yang Yu replied.
Just by asking, he could tell that the Xuanhuang number one person predicted by Fang Silong had a level of cultivation that was half as good as the Master of Ten Thousand Dragons.
"I see."
Lord Wanlong was also a little stunned at this moment, and something strange flashed in his slightly cold eyes:
"One moment, one moment is already extremely remarkable..."
A moment is a thought, twenty thoughts are a moment, and twenty moments are a snap of a finger.
For ordinary people, a moment is naturally very short and cannot even be noticed.
But for practitioners like them, a moment is the difference between life and death.
The speed of time in an instant means that even if the two of them join forces, they may not be able to take down this person...
"amazing."
Baoyue Monk King waved his hand, and the full-moon dharma image that Yang Yu had trampled under his feet was hanging behind his head, like the legendary Buddhist wheel of wisdom.
"That's all, that's all."
Seeing him like this, Lord Wanlong also gave up his fighting spirit. He shook his beard and put away the red-edged dragon spear.
The person who came was neither an evil spirit nor a member of the Zhou royal family, so he had no reason or intention to fight against such a powerful person.
"That's all?"
Seeing that the two were about to retreat, all the complicated princes in the city felt relieved, but Yang Yu sneered:
"Do you think you can come when you want, leave when you want, fight when you want, and stop when you want?"
After completing the Xuanhuang Transformation, he was no longer intimidated by the Xuanhuang World Tree. Naturally, he did not have to guard his identity, and naturally, he did not need to worry about it.
One hundred and twenty years seems like a long time, but there are also a lot of things he has to do.
"oh?"
The Wanlong Lord's eyes darkened, and the red-edged dragon spear swayed with a light that made anyone who looked at it feel pain in their souls:
"What do you want?"
Baoyue Monk King also stopped, but the moonlight behind him became brighter and brighter, like the bright sun.
"What do you want?"
Above the long sky, Yang Yukong stamped his feet, and blood rose up that was far more dazzling than the ten-day sky.
Then, under the gaze of countless people, he stretched out his fingers and pressed down:
“We’ll talk about it after we fight!”
Buzz!
The Qi and blood are as vast as the rolling Milky Way. Its momentum is so strong and its light is so dazzling that it almost seems to fill the heaven and earth.
But Yang Yu's five-finger press was extremely restrained.
Like the wind blowing, like the rain falling, like the morning glow breaking through the dawn, like the thunder breaking through the sky...
In just an instant, the world has turned around and turned into an endless starry sky!
It wasn't transformation, but, in an instant, it moved the void and pulled the battlefield into the sea of stars!
Its speed is not fast, but its momentum seems unstoppable.
Even Qian Cang, who is good at the way of void, couldn't help but feel shocked when he saw it.
At this moment, he still didn't notice the breath of supernatural power, it was like the sky and the earth moved the void out of the sky!
This is……
"This kid..."
Ao Yu's eyelids were twitching wildly. As he watched from the outside, he truly realized the mystery of this scene.
Not magical powers, not Taoism, not spiritual appearance...but,
"Yuanci?!"
"What a magical power!"
The moment it was moved to the sea of stars by the magnetism, the Ten Thousand Dragons Lord roared loudly, and the sound of the dragon's roar shook the universe, even the empty galaxy, was also shaken by it.
Visible to the naked eye, stars were shaken down by the dragon's roar, and even the first one that bore the brunt was shattered into powder in an instant!
"hold head high!"
Another dragon roar resounded, and the red-edged dragon spear came out of his hand, transforming into a red-blooded heavenly dragon that was thousands of miles long.
Driven by more than tens of thousands of years of mana, just like the legendary 'God-killing Spear' that is sure to hit every time it comes out,
Straight across the boundless void, ignoring any obstruction, it went straight between Yang Yu's eyebrows.
Different from Dafeng Imperial Master, Wanlong Lord is the true spirit master of the Four Tribulations, and also possesses the position of Eight Extremes.
And all his magical powers and even his spiritual appearance were all developed to match this red-edged dragon spear!
In an instant, Yang Yu also felt his heart become cold.
On the dragon spear, he sensed the magical aura of at least seven extremely high levels of cultivation.
Including but not limited to 'upside down', 'extreme speed', 'pierce', 'tear'...
"pity……"
At this moment, Yang Prison experienced the feeling of those great supernatural powers who had been reborn through tribulations fighting against the practitioners of later generations.
From any point of view, Wanlong Lord's hand is extremely powerful, and cannot be compared to those who have just entered the Seven Elements.
Its power is so fierce that even a great master of magical powers who cultivates magical powers to protect himself will be severely injured if he is caught off guard. He may even fall directly on the spot like the Lord of Dafeng, with his soul completely destroyed.
But in his eyes at this moment, he was big but unworthy, strong but impure.
Unless you have fought tens of thousands of times and mastered all your magical powers, you will have a slight chance.
Just like when he refined and killed the Santan Haihui...
"Yang Zhenjun, why are you so anxious about pity?"
The voice of the Monk King Baoyue sounded at the right time, and the bright moonlight poured down like mercury on the ground, filling the starry sky and reaching everywhere.
"There are no indestructible magical powers or magical actions in the world that are not enough to maintain, and neither are the wishes, big or small!"
Wherever the moonlight passes, it seems that time and space have turned into illusions, and the years cannot flow.
But surprisingly, it replaced the starry sky with its own Dharma!
"Yeah?"
The bright moon replaced the sea of stars, and the red-edged dragon spear penetrated the stars, but Yang Yu sneered.
His figure suddenly disappeared without a trace under the gaze of the two great supernatural power masters!
"Huh?! How is this possible..."
Baoyue Monk King's eyes trembled, and before he could even think about it, the Wanlong Lord's roar resounded loudly:
"Take your spirit away quickly?!"
What?!
Baoyue Monk King suddenly raised his head, only to see the moonlight rushing toward his face, freezing the starry sky where he and the Ten Thousand Dragon Lords were.
"you?!"
The moonlight rolled down like a river in the sky, completely submerging the astonished Monk King Baoyue and Lord Wanlong.
It wasn't until this moment that Yang Yu's voice sounded in the moonlight:
"Your Dharma has long been taken into the cave by me. The one hanging behind your head is me!"
Katcha!
The sea of stars bursts, and the void becomes like a tide.
Among the seas and continents, countless cultivators looked sideways in shock, only to see a sacred mountain of five colors falling from the sea of stars.
Carrying two roaring masters of supernatural power, they fell straight into the void, into the boundless sea of evil!