The throne, pulled by nine true dragons, runs in the sky.
It was the time when the Jade Emperor was patrolling the sky.
The eyes of this Supreme Being of the Three Realms looked towards the lower realm.
The vast land has long gone through changes, and I don’t know how many dynasties have changed.
The Jade Emperor, leaning against the golden hustle, murmured to himself: "Is this really what Tianpengxian said?"
"disciple……"
"Teacher in charge..."
"My Marshal Tianhe is truly blessed!"
In front of the saint's seat, there are relatives, nobility and nobility.
Even the leader of Jie is the most unique among the three pure saints!
But the identity of master and disciple, and the difference between the door and the wall, are still clear.
so……
Is the canopy really a chess piece dropped by the Saint of Jiejiao in heaven and even in the three realms?
The Jade Emperor didn't know.
There is no way to guess!
But he knew that this was a major event in the Three Realms after the Great Tribulation of the Gods!
Now, the Jade Emperor has received notification from Western religions.
Dingguang Tathagata disrespects the saints and deserves to be ashes!
"Long-eared Dingguang Immortal..."
"Jie Cult Master drew his sword, but it was him who was killed..."
"What does this mean?"
The Jade Emperor couldn't understand.
In the Battle of the Gods, Jie Jiao was defeated and defeated.
Except for the Virgin Mary Wudang and the Golden Hoop Immortal Ma Sui who are still missing.
The rest of the disciples of Jiejiao either turned into ashes, or their true spirits were on the list of gods.
And the list of gods is in the hands of the Saint of Chanjiao.
Therefore, even though the leader of Jiejie is still a Hunyuan Wuji saint, he still has countless innate spiritual treasures, and even holds the Hunyuan whisk given by Tao Ancestor.
But he can only confine himself to Biyou Palace.
Unless there is another catastrophe, there is absolutely no chance of a comeback.
In such a desperate situation, the Jiejiao Saint took action resolutely.
Could it be that he already has a way to rescue the disciples of Jiejiao?
If so...
"Then I have to watch and study hard!" the Jade Emperor said softly.
The Supreme Being of the Three Realms, the moment he stepped out of the Zixiao Palace, he never thought of becoming a clay puppet, a puppet manipulated by a saint.
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Biyou Palace.
The leader of Tongtian Cult, who was immersed in the understanding of the great road, suddenly frowned and had an impulse.
"That's good! That's good!" The leader of Tongtian Cult then counted with his fingers, and he had a clear understanding in his heart.
He gently stretched out his hand and grabbed the Qingping sword placed beside him.
Shaking the sword gently, a piece of green lotus floated out and fell into the palm of the hand.
The lotus leaves spread out.
See the source of cause and effect.
The trembling heavenly messenger prostrates himself in front of the Wanjun Immortal Gate in Biyou Palace.
Bow down a hundred times: "Teacher, here is my disciple Tianpeng, bow down a hundred times!"
But behind the Wanjun Immortal Sect, the saint sitting upright was noncommittal.
Lord Tongtian looked at the traces in the lotus leaf and understood in his heart.
"That 'Aji' actually mobilized the attention of the three realms..."
"Not bad!" He nodded gently in approval.
Leader Tongtian knew that his temper had already been figured out and his weakness had been exploited.
Disciples!
Therefore, for thousands of years, the Jiejiao saint could only confine himself to Biyou Palace.
But mortals from another world quietly entered the game.
He does not belong to the prehistoric times and has no cause and effect.
Therefore, even if all the saints join forces, it may be difficult to deduce his purpose and thoughts.
but……
It is precisely because of this that 'Aji' tends to leave things behind.
If you are not careful, other saints may catch clues and find out the flaws.
The leader of Tongtian Cult then said: "Wait for me to clean up your hands and tail for you!"
He gently held the lotus leaf in his hand and slowly contracted it into a fist.
Then blow gently into the center of your fist.
The lotus leaves were blown away and turned into countless light spots, which disappeared into the sky and earth under the bombardment of the azure blue fairy light.
From now on, no one in the Three Realms can use any method to recall the past events that happened in Biyou Palace.
Not even a saint!
After doing this, Master Tongtian closed his eyes and entered meditation again.
The Taoist heart that had been silent began to beat again.
The voices and faces of each disciple floated in my heart.
Something had changed in the already desperate game of chess.
Whether this variable is good or bad.
For disciples of Jie Jiao, always is better than never.
"We will find a way for the Master Association!" Leader Tongtian said silently in his heart.
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Taisutian, Wa Palace.
Strings of colorful bubbles surround the saint's ashram.
Deep in the dojo, the mother goddess of the human race, the saint of the demon race, and the sect of all spirits are sleeping.
These colorful bubbles are the various phantoms derived from the saint's thoughts in dreams.
Suddenly...
The saint who slept deep in the dojo woke up.
She stretched slowly.
A pair of delicate jade fingers as white as green, gently held a treasure, which was the innate spiritual treasure that the saint carried with him: the golden gourd.
With a slight shake, a five-color strange stone fell out from the treasure.
It was exactly when Buzhou Mountain collapsed in the past and the sage mended the sky that he got a star stone bred from ancient stars from the ancient stars that rushed out. It has been nurtured by golden gourds for countless years, and now it has matured!
"Qingluan!" The saint gently called his maid.
Then a young girl in green clothes came to the saint and bowed to him: "Mother, do you have any instructions?"
Sage Nuwa said: "Sage Laojun is refining elixirs..."
"You go and hand this thing over to Laojun!"
"It can be regarded as the whole fate!"
Saint Nuwa said, what was reflected in her fairy eyes as bright as the bright moon was a colorful stone that was blown by the wind and sun in the lower world.
When he was mending the sky in the past, it was the colorful stone that the saint was holding in his hand. It washed out from the ancient stars and hit the crucible built by the saint to mend the sky. The stone was smashed out.
Crucible.
Qingluan took the colorful stone and bowed: "I will obey the law!"
He was about to take the order and leave, but was stopped by the saint.
"Wait a minute!"
Qingluan stopped, turned around and asked, "Do you have any other instructions?"
Sage Nuwa stretched out her hand and took the demon clan's most precious treasure, the demon-beckoning banner, and said to Qingluan: "Take this treasure first, go to the Miluo Heavenly Palace, and soak this treasure into the pool of merit in the heaven!"
Hearing this, Qingluan didn't quite understand and asked, "Is this what your Majesty wants?"
Saint Nuwa said softly: "Brother Tongtian, after a thousand years of silence, he finally fell into a trap. How can I not follow him?!"
Qingluan still doesn't understand.
The saint could only say: "You just go!"
"No!" Qingluan bowed respectfully, then took the saint's treasure and slowly exited the Snail Palace.
After Qingluan leaves.
Saint Nuwa yawned.
She took a moment to take a look at the lower world.
The Shenzhou in the east, Buzhou in the south, Luzhou in the north, and Niuhezhou in the west flashed one by one in the sage's Dharma eyes.
Cities, mountains, and lakes.
The saint shook his head and sighed: "This world is not worth it!"
This lower world is no longer the ancient land she is familiar with.
There are no scenery or things she is familiar with anymore.
Then he lay down again, and bubbles rose up one after another.
