Immediately, all the fog dissipated, and a fierce sword energy rose into the sky!
A huge sword shadow rose behind "Yili". In the sword shadow, it seemed to be composed of thousands of small swords. These small swords were composed of countless small swords. They gathered together to form a A powerful force that can cut everything and destroy all living things.
This is the "sword" of the "origin"!
The next second, the sword light was like a reflection in the water. With a slight sway, it turned into a sonorous sword light.
A long sword stood in the void, carrying a violent aura.
Senhan's blade flashed like lightning, as if just looking at it from a distance could kill both his body and soul.
The "origin" is "knife"!
"Yili" waved his sleeves, restrained his aura, made himself look normal, and then said calmly to Zhan Wuji: "My body, in this illusion, is really too weak. "
"Origin, there is only one source at the same time."
"But, it's more than enough to deal with that low-level immortal."
"When the little immortal's tribulation is over, I will find a place to give her some color."
"A bitch is a bitch."
"Be sure to give her some color!"
Hearing this, Zhan Wuji was shocked. Wushi Villa already knew the technique of "creating something out of nothing". It was a supreme rule.
But if you are a great monk who has mastered the eighty-one levels of thunder tribulation, can you even create the "origin" out of nothing?
Just as he was thinking about it, he suddenly reacted to the next words of "Yili", and he immediately said seriously: "Fellow Taoist Lingyi, we are great emperors."
"It would be a bit rude to fight with a little immortal."
"Even if we win, it's just bullying and it doesn't make any sense."
"If other Immortal Emperors learn about this matter, it will definitely become a laughing stock."
"Yili" nodded in agreement, and then said: "In this case, I won't be on the same level as him."
"When she survives the tribulation, I won't do anything to her again."
"But it's a little inappropriate to let such a rude little immortal go so easily."
"What do you think, Emperor Zhan Immortal, should I do to make her learn a lesson?"
Zhan Wuji didn't hesitate at all and directly transmitted: "The three of us can figure out this illusion together."
While the two were talking, suddenly a huge thunder light fell from the sky, and the bright purple light illuminated the entire world, illuminating the originally dark sky like a blooming flower.
The next second, the purple lotus flowers closed together, and the endless power of heavenly tribulation burst out from the nine pillars!
A woman in gorgeous clothes, with disheveled hair, exuding a powerful aura, and a pair of bright eyes, standing in the sky!
"Kongmeng" has survived all the catastrophes!
A large amount of calamity force scattered on the nine pillars rushed toward her body crazily, causing her serious injuries to heal quickly.
"Okay!!!" Upon seeing this, all the Mahayana people from the human race clapped their hands excitedly.
"Qingkong, congratulations!"
"Congratulations! You will belong to our clan for all eternity!"
Just like "Yili" had repaired its foundation before, at this moment, the entire human race was blessing "Kongmeng" from the bottom of their hearts, and the emotions of joy were like rivers, rushing in the dark desert.
In the sky, the coldness, chaos, and darkness around "Kong Meng" all disappeared, and her beautiful face became pure and flawless again, and a sense of perfection flowed through her body.
The bright eyes circled around, and "Kong Meng" nodded towards the human race Mahayana who came to congratulate him. Without saying anything, he looked past the crowd and looked behind.
The first thing she saw was Zhan Wuji. He was carrying a long sword and standing next to Zhan Wuji was a woman wearing a frost-colored dress.
"Kong Meng" stepped forward without hesitation, came directly to Zhan Wuji's side, and spoke very quickly: "I need treatment."
Zhan Wuji nodded immediately: "Senior Kong Ling, you can heal your wounds with peace of mind, I will stay by your side."
"Kongmeng" said a gentle "hmm", then sat cross-legged, closed her eyes and adjusted her breath, spending all her energy on digesting the remaining strength.
Afterwards, Zhan Wuji waited quietly while guarding "Kong Meng".
One team after another, they continued to overcome tribulations, burning a large number of ordinary people into ashes, and those who survived were like a bad harvest, quickly gathering together, treatment after treatment, treatment after treatment, Treatment of treatments…
Everything is proceeding step by step.
Finally, there is Zhan Wuji’s group.
Without his instructions, the group of Mahayana monks immediately took out some deer-, snake-, and dolphin-shaped immortals, cut them into pieces, fed them to the ordinary people, and sent them to the nine pillars.
Boom boom boom!
Thunder roared, shaking the earth.
Ordinary people in the crowd lined up and began to survive the tribulation.
Thunderous sounds sounded one after another, some succeeded and some failed.
Those mortals who successfully survive the tribulation will be taken by a Mahayana being and take care of them with various treasures.
After a while, everyone survived the catastrophe.
There are nearly a hundred monks beside Zhan Wuji, all of whom are advanced in cultivation.
Compared with the people who were escorted here twice before, this time, both in terms of talent and mentality, they are considered to be superior.
Their rate of enlightenment is far higher than that of ordinary people.
Just when those ordinary people were catching their breath, the teams that came after Zhan Wuji were already directing their men to greet the ordinary people who were protected by them one by one.
Time passes slowly in the dark night.
Suddenly, an elderly Mahayana monk said in a deep voice: "Ordinary people have already embarked on the path of spiritual practice.
Outside the nine pillars, everyone fell silent.
Apart from "Kongmeng" and "Yili", many of the immortal cultivators present in the Mahayana period, the forty-nine kalpas, and the sixty-fourth kalpas have already come here.
But unlike the previous two methods, they all relied on the flesh and blood of fallen immortals and tribulations to grow.
This time, no less.
The boss waited in silence for a moment. When no one answered, he said, "If there is nothing else, then it's time to build the foundation."
Everyone: "..."
Behind him, Zhan Wuji looked indifferent, looking at the nine giant pillars, and then at the blood-red coffin floating inside, and said via voice: "I have to do something, I can't stay here for a long time."
"When senior brother Kong Ming recovers from his injury, the three of us will leave together."
"Yili" nodded slightly but said nothing.
It was just an illusion, and there was no need for her to take action. Emperor Zhan Immortal took the initiative to invite him, so she accepted.
Seeing that no one wanted to survive the disaster, the old man nodded and glanced around, like a bolt of lightning, sweeping towards everyone, and said in a deep voice: "Now, I am going to start building the foundation!"
