The Pangu flag flashed with chaotic white light, sending out a supreme killing aura and hitting Lishan Mountain.
The red hydrangea and the map of mountains and rivers cut through the sky and blocked the Pangu flag.
"How can it be that you, the human emperor of our clan, kill you at will?"
Nuwa's beautiful eyes are a little complicated. Ying Zheng is the emperor of the human race. He ended the troubled times of the Warring States and unified the nine states. He made great contributions to the human race by unifying the writings and chariots and unifying weights and measures.
It is natural to be called the First Emperor.
But it is the ancestral witches that Ying Zheng wants to resurrect.
Back then, Emperor Xi fell into the hands of the ancestral witch.
This made Nuwa very confused. Should she sit back and watch Ying Zheng resurrect the twelve ancestral witches?
In the end, reason defeated emotion.
The human emperor's majesty cannot be violated!
Jie Yin shouted Amitabha, and the Buddha's light spread across the sky, shining towards Ying Zheng, "Donor, you have too many distracting thoughts, please take refuge in my Buddhism."
"Bold bald ass!"
"How dare you?"
There was a loud shout in the void.
The bronze coffin carries the boundless blood mist and heads towards Jingyin.
Buzz!
Dark fog filled the air, and there was a buzzing sound.
"Devoured by thousands of mosquitoes!"
Thousands of black mosquitoes swallowed up all the purple sky thunder that continued to fall.
"Hiccup! Not salty, not bland, this tastes great."
"General, Black Mosquito!"
Taiqing Laozi's face darkened, and infinite murderous intent burst out from his body. It was these two thieves who unexpectedly killed Li Er.
"Sage Taiqing, if you want to take action, you must first break Pindao's Immortal Killing Sword Formation!"
"The Immortal Killing Sword Formation, rise!"
boom!
The evil energy between heaven and earth suddenly condensed.
The leader of Tongtian Cult looked calm, "A poor Taoist is not afraid of death, what about you?"
Taiqing's complexion returned to that of a dead tree, standing in the void and making no more moves.
At this moment, in mid-air, powerful forces gathered together, forming a stalemate.
Styx vs Zhunti.
Master Tongtian vs Taiqing Laozi.
Nuwa vs Yuanshi Tianzun.
General vs. S. lead.
Above the Nine Heavens, only Zhen Yuanzi and Mosquito Taoist were fighting for Ying Zheng against the Zixiao Divine Thunder.
Another round of Seven-Seven Purple Sky Divine Thunder, Zhen Yuanzi's Taoist robes were torn to pieces, and blood oozed from the corners of his mouth.
Six pairs of black wings and purple lightning surround the mosquito Taoist's back, as if he has reached the ultimate level of Taoism.
Click!
Another round of divine thunder.
Zhen Yuanzi bleeds, but in the end he is powerless.
The body of the Mosquito Taoist was paralyzed by purple electricity, and his movements were sluggish.
The remaining five divine thunders fell and hit Ying Zheng directly.
Buzz!
When the purple light dissipated, Ying Zheng was still sitting in the middle of the formation.
The spirit-gathering formation was running with all its strength, "It's still a little short, a little short!"
Above Ying Zheng's head, the twelve-grade white lotus bloomed, blocking the five purple sky divine thunders.
However, the twelfth-grade White Lotus streamer's light is a bit dim.
Another round of divine thunder fell.
Zhen Yuanzi and Mosquito Taoist made more mistakes.
Fully fifteen rays of divine lightning struck at Ying Zheng.
After connecting ten divine thunders, the pure white lotus light dissipated and turned into an ordinary lotus and fell.
There were still five divine thunders left, which hit Ying Zheng's body head-on.
Only a layer of ice-blue flowing light was seen, which offset the divine thunder.
Xuanshui Lingjia.
It is a black turtle from the North Sea. It is transformed into a turtle shell. It is a treasure of defense and merit.
Ying Zheng was surrounded by the emperor's purple energy, the corners of his mouth were slightly raised, and the memories before reincarnation appeared in his mind.
My father kept the Pure World White Lotus in his soul.
Tu Su Lou took excellent care of her.
Ying Zheng clearly remembered that when he was pretending to sleep, his father sat beside his bed, brushed his hair with his big heavy hands, and called Zheng'er over and over again.
Xuanshui Lingjia was a gift from his father to Zheng'er when he was ten years old!
"There's still a little bit left before the true spirit can be reunited!"
boom! boom! boom!
Round after round of divine thunder continued to fall.
Mosquito Taoist and Zhen Yuanzi had fallen half dead in the air, unable to block the divine thunder.
Although Xuanshui Lingjia's defense was strong, it could not withstand the continuous bombardment of Zixiao Divine Thunder, and the power of the Lingbao continued to weaken.
Zhunti's face showed joy, "Haha, at most I can withstand one more round of divine thunder, and the spirit armor won't be able to withstand it anymore!"
"This is the Eye of Punishment!"
"Ying Zheng is dead!"
"Damn it, you're paralyzed!"
Snapped!
The three leftover sheep's hooves were stuck on Zhunti's face.
Then he saw Fengdu cut through the void and descending, his face extremely ferocious, surrounded by the aura of death, "The Lord humiliates me and I die!"
"I wonder who dares to embarrass Empress Pingxin!"
"What?"
"Ying Zheng is the reincarnation of Empress Pingxin's son?"
"The Emperor of Netherworld?"
"Dancing grass? The emperor's destiny, no wonder..."
All the saints showed great fear on their faces.
Hou Tu is a supreme being and should not be offended easily.
Fengdu used the Spring and Autumn Reincarnation Pen and rushed up to the nine heavens, with the majesty of a sub-sage all over his body.
I have been working in Fengdu for hundreds of millions of years, and I am a sub-sage. Is that no problem?
"In the Netherworld, I am the great emperor!"
Forty-nine rays of divine thunder struck Fengdu.
"ah!"
"This is not in the Netherworld..."
With a scream, Fengdu turned into a plume of black smoke and fell for nine days.
Although it is true that Fengdu is a sub-sage, he is cultivating the ghost energy.
And the Zixiao Divine Thunder is as strong as Yang Zhigang.
Fengdu: "I was careless, I didn't dodge this wave, it was restrained..."
Time goes back to when Fengdu was eating sheep's hooves.
Fengdu was gnawing on the sheep's trotters when he was shocked to see the great changes in Xianyang, "The emperor's son? He's actually the emperor's son?"
"We must never let anything happen to the emperor!"
So Fengdu rushed through the void and was struck into pieces by a round of divine thunder.
"Oh, I'm so old..."
"This wave, I'm afraid the disc in my waist is herniated."
"It hurts, it hurts too much."
The divine thunder continues to fall.
at the same time.
Qufu.
Confucius finally finished his lecture.
"The time has come!"
"Our Confucian righteousness is our top priority. After I leave as my teacher, you should be careful when fighting with others."
"Teacher!" The seventy-two hall masters and three thousand disciples all cried out in horror.
"Teacher, disciples and others are willing to go with the teacher."
"Come here, give Zigong a good punishment!"
"Wrong, wrong."
"Who wants to go?"
"Teacher, disciples are willing to go together!" Three thousand disciples said in unison.
"Get out of here, who will teach the children when you leave?"
"Stop it, teacher, go by yourself."
"Confucianism has seventy-two sages and three thousand disciples who obey orders. Confucianism will never establish a religion!"
"Yes, disciples, please obey the teacher's instructions!"
Confucius waved his sleeves, and the elegant aura around him reached its peak, the peak of Hunyuan Golden Immortal!
Confucius said: "Sacrifice your life for righteousness!"
Zhong Yuan and Yan Hui looked at each other and said weakly: "Teacher, this is what Junior Brother Meng Ke said!"
"Pah! You've rebelled! Come here, give Zhong Yu and Yan Hui a good punishment!"
"Can't I just speak to what my disciple said?"
"Punishment, yes!"
Benevolence, justice, propriety, wisdom and trust, the five-color streamer rises.
Confucius said: "A scholar who is virtuous, I say I have a cow!"
An old cow appeared out of thin air.
"My cow doesn't eat grass, it can fly!"
The old cow carried Confucius and flew into the air, rushing to Xianyang.
Zhong Yu, Zigong and Yan Hui looked at each other with envy, "This is the virtue of a scholar!"
The five-colored streamers of benevolence, justice, propriety, wisdom, and trust fell over Xianyang.
Then the elegant voice was heard again.
"I have a sword that can bring light to three thousand states!"
Buzz!
A fairy sword suddenly appeared in the void. The sword was fierce and clashed with the Zixiao Divine Thunder.
"I have a palm that can conquer three thousand states!"
Buzz!
A pair of huge palms appeared and blocked the Zixiao Divine Thunder again.
"I have three thousand Dao soldiers!"
Buzz! Three thousand Taoist soldiers appeared and crashed into the Zixiao Divine Thunder.
Above the nine heavens, all the saints of the ancient world and all the powerful disciples and hundreds of families were dumbfounded, "Wucao? When it comes to bragging... you still have to look at Confucius."
Confucius was wearing an elegant long robe, standing with his hands behind his back, and continued to speak: "Even if I carry the abyss on my back and have to hold the Godless City with one hand, I, Confucius, will still be invincible in the world!"
Buzz! A big city appeared across the river and stood in the hands of Confucius.
Above the nine heavens, the eye of punishment, the calamity cloud suddenly changed color.
From purple to dusk gray.
"The Divine Thunder of Destruction is far more powerful than the Divine Thunder of Purple Sky!"
"The Divine Thunder of Destruction claims to destroy everything and make everything disappear!"
Confucius's expression suddenly changed, and his face was full of horror, "It's destroyed..., I'm going to die." (Qilu accent)
"Brother Minghe, save me! Brother Zhenyuan, save me!"
