Chapter 1056: The Battle of the Sea of ??Blood (1)
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Ancestor Minghe is truly worthy of being one of the most powerful men in ancient times, and his cultivation has already entered the realm of Hunyuan Xuanxian.
However, it can be seen that the foundation is not deep, and the breakthrough obviously does not take long.
Putting aside the factor of being able to use the Hongmeng Purple Qi to leverage the power of heaven, in terms of pure cultivation, except for Hongjun, there is not much difference between him and several other saints.
The reason why he was so sure was because he had used the Dayan Mirror to look at the seven saints earlier.
The other party's cultivation and treasures cannot be hidden from him at all.
When he looked at Ancestor Styx, the latter was also looking at him.
He is not very tall, wearing a green robe and a gold rope girdle around his waist. There is a green gourd hanging on the left side.
He has thick eyebrows, big eyes, and a square face, exuding an unworldly indifference and the majesty of being in a position of power for a long time.
Her long black hair was held up by a golden ring and hung casually on the back of her head.
His eyes were as deep as a bottomless abyss.
The most important thing is that, being so close, Ancestor Styx couldn't feel the other person's cultivation at all.
"How is this possible?"
Even if it were a saint in person, this would not happen.
The only explanation is that the person opposite has a secret method of sealing his own energy. Thinking of the powerful sealing power just now, Styx quickly understood.
Out of caution, "Whose name is your Excellency? Why do you want to break into my sea of blood and arrest my disciples?"
"The poor Taoist Chongshan True Monarch Xu Junming, why are you here? Haha, if your disciples hadn't killed fourteen of my Chongshan sect for no reason, they even planned to kill the seven Great Luo Jinxian who came to inquire about my Chongshan sect.
If we eradicate it, how can the poor come to this filthy place?"
Opening his left hand, Asura Demon King Bo Xun, Heavenly Concubine Wu Mo, and Prince Yan Da emerged from the palm of his hand.
With a thought in his heart, he slightly unlocked the seals on them.
"Grandpa, help me, kill this evil thief quickly."
Seeing the River Styx, Yan Da shouted as if he had been saved.
When Styx saw his daughter, son-in-law, and grandson, he raised his eyebrows and showed anger in his eyes. But he was very human after all, so he took a slight breath.
I quickly tolerated it.
"I believe there must be a misunderstanding. Fellow Taoist, can you please come to my Shura Hall and sit down first so that you and I can resolve this matter through negotiation, so as to avoid conflicts between the two families and countless deaths and injuries?"
Xu Junming smiled calmly.
"Fellow Taoist Styx, do you think I am easy to bully? How can there be any fairness in the Shura Hall where you have so many restrictions? When the big formation comes together, won't my master and disciple be allowed to be rubbed by you?"
Styx felt a pity secretly in his heart, that was indeed what he thought.
Of course, I will definitely not admit it verbally.
"My fellow Taoist, this is wrong. I, Styx, have been cultivating for many years and have a great reputation and are admired by hundreds of millions of monks. How could I do such a despicable thing?"
"It is said that a master must have his disciples. Your direct disciples and son-in-law all have this virtue, let alone your master."
The merciless sarcasm made Styx's expression darken.
If his daughter, son-in-law, and beloved grandson were not still in each other's hands, he would have had an attack long ago.
"What do you want?"
"I…?"
Xu Junming smiled coldly, "Of course it's a blood debt that must be paid with blood."
Grab it with your left hand.
"don't want!!"
"Bang!"
Bo Xun, Wu Mo, Yan Da, and the Shura warriors captured by Xu Junming were instantly crushed to pieces by his huge force.
The thick blood flew out and turned into a blood mist several feet wide in mid-air, but it quickly rolled back and disappeared into the palm of your hand.
Apparently, it was used by Xu Junming to practice the Dutian God Demon Flag.
Ancestor Styx was furious, and his mighty magic power rushed to the ninth level, shaking hundreds of millions of miles.
Suddenly the heaven shook.
In the ancient times, countless monks felt this huge magical power.
Being a saint is no exception.
"You are looking for death!"
With a wave of his sleeve, the seven Nanshan Kun people were brought into Chongshan Residence.
Full of momentum, black hair is automatic without wind.
"Death? Humph, today is the day when you will perish in the sea of blood."
"You are not ashamed to speak loudly."
With a wave of his big sleeve, the endless blood wave turned into a force that lifted the sky, and he rushed over with a compelling momentum.
Billions of miles of void instantly turned into blood.
"It's just a little trick, it's useless."
With a thought in his heart, the power of time exploded. Although his figure was clearly visible, he had already placed himself in the future.
Therefore, no matter how surging the blood waves were, they could not hurt Xu Junming even half of his clothes.
"The power of time?!"
Ancestor Styx was horrified.
He had felt the same aura from Zu Wu Zhu Jiuyin, but the other person's way of time was much worse than the person in front of him.
I was a little shocked for a while.
Being able to comprehend the power of time and being able to cultivate to the level of a True Immortal of Hunyuan is obviously not an easy task.
"Even the power of time cannot be my killing sword."
He looked hard.
The hands are pointing like swords.
'choke'!
The dragon's roar shook the sky.
There are two sword lights, one red and one black, like a divine dragon crossing the sky.
The chilling aura of killing condensed like frost and snow, and in an instant even the bloody aura that permeated the heaven and earth faded away.
"Xu Junming, watch me Shura Slash!"
‘Shua’!
The red and black sword lights slashed towards him like lightning.
The speed is so fast that it seems to have spanned space.
The ancestor of the Styx River was accompanied by two swords, Yuantu, and Abi's illustrious reputation. No one in the entire prehistoric era knew about it. How could Xu Junming be unprepared?
With a wave of his hand, a long black flag shed heavy divine light.
The strong rhythm of death pervades all directions.
The Death Demon Banner is something that surpasses the Five Directions Flags and can be compared with the Qiankun Ding, Jiangshan Sheji Tu, and Twelve-Rank Lotus, and is second only to the existence of the three major artifacts, the Pangu Flag, the Tai Chi Diagram, and the Chaos Clock.
Back in the chaotic boulder, the Underworld Beast could use it to block the Pantuo Divine Ax controlled by Xu Junming's Pangu real body, which shows how powerful the defense is.
‘Boom boom’!
Two ten-thousand-foot-long sword lights, like two giant hammers, hit the Underworld Demon's Death Banner heavily.
The bulging flag surface is constantly dented, and layers of death energy surge up, but it remains strong.
Seeing the exploding sword energy and feeling the layers of resistance coming from the blade, the color of Ancestor Styx's face also changed.
Looking at the long black flag standing in mid-air, the fierce black flag, and the strong charm of death, he had never seen such a treasure.
The powerful aura is stronger than his Yuantu and Abi swords.
Just when he was shocked, a warning sign emerged from the bottom of his heart.
"not good."
Subconsciously urging myself to press for the treasure at the bottom of the box.
A twelfth-grade bloody lotus rose from Baihui Point, showering it with bloody brilliance.
At this moment, a black hole suddenly opened three feet behind it.
A brilliant sword light, like a dragon emerging from a cave, passed through the heart of Patriarch Beiming before the bloody lotus.
The latter's expression froze, and his eyes showed disbelief.
The next moment.
‘Boom’!
The earth-shattering bell rang.
The vast power of falling souls sweeps in all directions.
The army of Asuras fell from mid-air like dumplings.
Immediately afterwards, a purple stream of light flew out from the black space passage, and like lightning, it took away the 12-grade blood lotus that was swinging in the air.
At the same time, a black stream of light flew towards Yuan Tu and the two swords of Ah Bi.
The powerful devouring power burst out, and the two swords seemed to be frightened. The sharp sword light cut through the devouring power, and the lightning disappeared into the depths of the blood sea below.
The purple stream of light fell back into Xu Junming's palm and turned into a purple gourd.
The black stream of light also turned into a gourd and disappeared in mid-air.
Xu Junming felt a little regretful. He had taken advantage of Patriarch Styx's contempt and lack of understanding of him to take away the most powerful treasure around him in one fell swoop.
At that time, with all his strength, he will no longer be his opponent.
Unexpectedly, the opponent's strength was stronger than he expected.
He broke away from the soul-falling bell that he activated with the divine soul gourd so quickly, and took away the two swords of Abiyuantu before he took them away.
Looking at the constantly shaking sealed gourd.
"Fortunately, this twelve-grade blood lotus finally fell into my hands."
The forty-eight innate spiritual taboos are equivalent to the Underworld Death Flag and the Qiankun Cauldron.
Moreover, as one of the four lotus flowers differentiated from the 24th-grade Chaos Green Lotus, it has the effect of calming luck.
However, these twelfth-grade blood lotus is not a spiritual treasure of cause and effect, but a spiritual treasure of blood nourished by the blood of countless creatures from the beginning, the ancient times, and the ancient times.
Innately contains the law of blood.
With a thought in his heart, the sealed gourd fell into his palm and came to Chongshan Residence.
When the twelfth-grade blood lotus among them was sealed by Xu Junming into the Sealing Palace of Chongshan Residence, all resistance disappeared.
As the dojo where Xu Junming painstakingly practiced, it was blessed by countless treasures and spiritual roots. Even if Pangu Banner fell into it, it would still be suppressed.
At this moment, in the Lingxiao Palace far above the nine heavens.
The look of shock on the face of God Haotian, who was sitting on the main seat, had just disappeared.
The Queen Mother of Yaochi next to her said in disbelief: "Who is this True Monarch of Chongshan? Killed the Ancestor of Minghe with just a few moves?!"
"The Queen Mother is wrong. Patriarch Styx has refined 48,000 Blood God Son clones, claiming that the sea of blood never dries up and the Styx River never dies. The one who was just killed by True Monarch Chongshan was just one of his Blood God Son clones."
Haotian Dao.
There was a pause.
"However, this is enough to show the high cultivation level and strong means of True Lord Chongshan."
Turn your head.
"Fellow immortals, who knows the origin of this True Monarch of Chongshan?"
Taibai Jinxing, wearing a silver-gray robe with white beard and hair, stepped out.
That's right, this old man has now been thrown into heaven.
After becoming a god and the Shinto becomes more prosperous, he will avatar himself and throw himself into thousands of worlds to accumulate Shinto merits for himself, including the earthly and immortal world.
"As a reminder to the Emperor of Heaven, the founder of the Chongshan Academy of the Buzhou Mountain sect in the lower realm is Chongshan True Lord Xu Junming. However, this Xu True Lord rarely appears, so his reputation is not known in the ancient times. Looking at his cultivation now, he must be a legacy from the ancient times.
Mighty."
Haotian nodded.
He had also heard of the reputation of Chongshan Academy. After all, the sect was capable of defeating the top witches of the witch clan, so it was not weak in strength.
But he never expected that there was such a powerful patriarch behind Chongshan.
"It seems that I have never seen this person in Zixiao Palace back then." Haotian thought to himself.
The three thousand guests in Zixiao Palace were actually not just three thousand people. There were tens of thousands of people listening to the three sermons.
However, many of them are similar to Ran Deng Taoist. They have only heard it once or twice, and the number of people who have heard it three times is less than a thousand.