The tide of Lailongjiang River rises and falls, and the water reaches the sky.
Strong winds rose in the mountains and forests on both sides of the strait, and the vegetation and mud were rolling like dragons.
Thousands of monks were struggling and shouting wildly in mid-air, their energy and blood boiling, and their voices were hoarse.
High in the sky, the golden roc is reaching for its claws in the air, trying to catch the mountain!
This scene was so terrifying that Zhu Dahai could not help but tremble.
Being in danger all year round, his perception of danger is far greater than that of ordinary people, and he also suffers from deeper fear than ordinary people!
"Is this a monster from this world?"
An Qisheng's eyes moved slightly, staring into the sky.
The force of this golden-winged roc is as big as a star, its wings spread thousands of miles, and its feathers are golden and can cover the sun. But if that's all, its size is not bigger than the ten big monsters in the human world. of bigger.
What caught his eye was the blood that was like substance, hotter than magma. The blood was like a sea. With the support of the endless torrents of blood, the body of this golden-winged roc had reached an astonishing level!
The blood of a golden-winged roc is much more terrifying than the combined population of tens of millions of people in a city!
However, his eyes flashed and he looked to the northwest.
More than a hundred miles away to the northwest, on the top of a trembling barren mountain, there was a flash of white clothes.
That is, blue narcissus.
"Huh~"
Blue Narcissus slowly exhaled.
Martial arts practice is bounded by the "Dong Tian". No matter in ancient times or today, only those who have cultivated the "Dong Tian" can be powerful. Once they have cultivated the "Dong Tian", not only will they have a lifespan of three thousand years, but their every move will also be blessed by the Dong Tian.
Although this golden-winged roc is powerful, it seems to be underage and cannot be considered a powerful level.
But even if he is not a powerful person, he cannot compete with the realm of all laws at this time.
With a thought in his mind, his eyes fell on Mo Baobao, who was eager to try: "Baby, although this golden-winged roc has not reached the 'Dongtian', it is still a master of the 'Ten Thousand Dharma' realm. It depends on you to take action."
Only then did he understand something.
I'm afraid it's not a coincidence that Mo Baobao was able to take away the 'Xumi Jinshan' when he came down the mountain. Perhaps the headmaster had already calculated this scene.
Give yourself a helping hand.
"Uh-huh."
Mo Baobao nodded excitedly, rubbed his fingers, and pointed toward the sky: "Xiao Jin, knock that bird down for me!"
Buzz~
Mo Baobao scolded lightly, and a golden sun suddenly appeared from behind him, and the shadows of the majestic mountains were reflected in the sky.
boom!
Thousands of miles of air currents were instantly shattered by the extremely arrogant shadow of the mountains. The air waves visible to the naked eye were like the Milky Way flowing back thousands of meters, blowing away the clouds all over the sky and blowing away the golden-winged roc with wings spread thousands of miles away!
This golden light is as bright as the sun. The moment it appears, it has illuminated the nine heavens. The golden light is like a waterfall. Wherever it shines, everything invisible to the naked eye in the void appears in layers.
When the Longjiang River raged, the violent winds that arose from the mountains and rivers on both sides seemed to be completely defeated by some terrifying force. The dust and sand that rolled wildly on the earth were also suppressed by some terrifying aura and were unable to lift off the ground.
Many casual cultivators flying across the sky, about to be swallowed by the golden-winged roc, also fell from the sky and smashed into the earth and the river.
An invisible and heavy oppression filled everyone's hearts instantly.
The world seemed to be frozen at this moment.
Everyone looked up and saw the shadow of a majestic and sacred mountain spanning the sky and the earth. The moment it appeared, it turned into reality, like the earth rising into the sky, and smashing towards the golden-winged roc tens of thousands of feet high in the sky. go!
唳~
The moment the golden light emerged, the golden roc high in the sky flapped its wings and screamed as if aware of it.
The big wings flapped, emptying thousands of hectares of smoke and dust. The sound waves raged, stirring up thousands of miles of sky. Visible to the naked eye, there were countless runes flowing in the golden light made of endless blood.
At the moment when the 'Sumi Jinshan' soared into the sky, thousands of sword energies were generated in the golden light, and the storm flowed down like a river.
It turned into an endless torrent of magical power, trying to block the Sumeru Gold Mountain!
Everything is solitary.
Once the Ten Thousand Dharma Realm is completed, one body can transform tens of thousands of Dharma, and the blood energy surges like thousands of monks taking action at the same time.
The momentum was extremely huge.
boom! Boom!
Thousands of miles in the sky, the earth could not help but shake under the shocking collision. Mountains collapsed everywhere, and rivers boiled and flowed backwards. It was the Mt. Xie that stood on the side of the mountains, rising from the ground like a sword from the sky.
As well as the looming mansion in the divine light, it also shook, and ripples splashed on the restriction.
"The Sumeru Gold Mountain of Taiyi Sect!"
Someone exclaimed, recognizing the shadow of the mountains in the sky.
There are nine true forms of the Taiyi Sect, and Xumi Jinshan is one of them. It is a lord-level spiritual treasure with boundless power that can smash the stars and the moon and sink the earth.
"Xumi Jinshan."
The outline of Xumi Jinshan was reflected in An Qisheng's eyes.
This Sumeru Gold Mountain contains extremely profound Dharma principles. It is not only a spiritual treasure, but also contains a complete seal of self-true form, spiritual appearance, spiritual transformation, Tiangang, Wanfa, and cave heaven, until it shatters the vacuum and returns to the realm of unity. Hou level inheritance!
boom!
The duration of the collision was far shorter than anyone imagined. The golden-winged roc, which spread its wings for thousands of miles, was hit by the phantom of Xumi Jinshan.
First, it soared thousands of feet and spread blood in the sky, and then fell down like a meteor, pulling out streaks of fiercely burning white gas.
He was actually knocked down from the sky by a single blow!
Buzz~
The shadow of Xumi Jinshan disappeared as soon as it appeared. On the top of the barren mountain, Mo Baobao's face turned pale and he almost fell to the ground.
"Senior brother, I can't do it anymore! Xiao Jin is too heavy, I can't kill that bird!"
The little guy fell on his butt, was sweating profusely, and was yelling as if he was dehydrated.
Xumi Jinshan is a feudal lord-level spiritual treasure, which contains the cave world and has the power to shatter the vacuum. How could he, a little guy at the spiritual level, be able to activate it.
This shadow of Sumeru is still the spontaneous power of Lingbao. He just holds the 'key' in his hand.
"The Sumeru Gold Mountain of Taiyi Sect!"
The mountains and rivers cracked, and the earth collapsed, and a low roar of pain came out.
A heroic young man, wearing golden armor dyed red by blood, stood up among the ruins, and bursts of crackling sounds of broken muscles and bones came from his body.
The blood energy spread around him like mist, and the principles of law could be faintly seen in the wriggling blood energy.
Phew~
He took a deep breath, and the blood around him flowed back and penetrated into his body from the pores all over his body, without even a drop of blood flowing out.
But even so, his face was still pale, his body was shaking unconsciously, and he was severely injured.
There was shock and anger in his heart.
He didn't expect that a mere junior from the Taiyi Sect would carry Xumi Jinshan with him. The weight of this blow was almost unbearable even with his body.
If he hadn't been wearing the Lingbao armor, he would have been dead or disabled this time. Even so, he was almost blown up on the spot.
"Why are fellow Taoists from the Golden-winged Dapeng clan here?"
Blue Narcissus stood up and stood in front of Mo Baobao, covering his aggressive and cold eyes.
There are nine states in the world, among which the demon clan occupies one state, the ancient relics occupy one state, the remaining seven states are all owned by the human race, and the Sihai Islands belong to the dragon and phoenix clans.
The rest of the small tribes live in seclusion among the many oases in the boundless desert sea.
This is the rule set by Supreme Guanglong to divide the world 30,000 years ago. Even though Supreme Guanglong has been in power for more than 20,000 years, it has not changed.
Few people break the taboo.
Because the royal court of Guanglong Supreme still stands above the sky in Zhongzhou.
"Dongzhou is the ancestral land of my demon clan. If your human clan can occupy it, my demon clan can't even come?"
The heroic young man looked at Lan Narcissus coldly: "Things that cannot be dealt with by the three holy places, how can you, a junior from the Taiyi Sect, be worthy of you?"
"You idiot, how dare you scold my senior brother!"
Mo Baobao jumped up angrily, pinched the magic formula with his fingers, and pointed at him: "Watch me smash you to death!"
boom!
The young man's hair stood on end as he dodged and hit the air. He moved ten miles away and shouted loudly: "You still dare to take action?!"
Xumi Jinshan is a feudal lord-level spiritual treasure. Even if this junior cannot use it with all his strength, it can seriously injure or even kill him. How can he not be afraid of it?
Phew~
Blue Narcissus reached out and held Baby Mo's finger.
There are three major holy places in Dongzhou, Taiyi Sect is the second best, but the Golden Winged Royal Clan is the head of the demon clan, and together with the Divine Ape Clan, they are called the second royal clan of the demon clan.
Its strength is comparable to that of the Holy Land of the Human Race.
"Dapeng Golden Armor, with all kinds of cultivation skills, I wonder where your rank is among the saints of the contemporary Golden Winged Royal Family?"
Blue Narcissus' eyes moved slightly.
The demon clan is even more blessed than the human clan. Those with strong bloodlines often transform into human beings to the point of "transforming into gods". The Golden Winged Royal Clan is the best among them, and they often transform into as many powerful beings as possible.
And this young man is not yet an adult, but he already has all kinds of cultivation skills. Even among the Golden-winged Dapeng clan, he is not an ordinary person.
"You do have some knowledge about the human race."
The heroic young man glanced fearfully at Mo Baobao, who was crouching and staring, and his breath calmed down: "I am Wang Peng Sixteenth!"
The sequence of the Holy Son of the Monster Clan is like the sequence of the True Succession of the Human Sect. The person ranked sixteenth is equivalent to the Sixteenth True Succession of the Human Race Holy Land.
This surprised Mo Baobao. In the realm of ten thousand laws, he was only sixteen. How could this generation of demon clan be so tyrannical?
"sixteen?"
Blue Narcissus was also slightly surprised, but only for a moment.
The human race is different from the demon race. Before the Great Power, the demon race lived far longer than the human race. Some of the same generation may have lived for more than a thousand years, but the human race obviously could not.
Regardless of the Taiyi Sect or the Three Holy Lands, the True Tradition changes every hundred years, but the Monster Clan changes every thousand years.
What Peng Shiliu should compare is the top ones among the Ten Generations True Traditions of the Three Holy Lands, not the contemporary ones.
"Now that you know I'm coming, why don't you get out!"
Peng Shiliu glanced at Blue Narcissus indifferently: "Your spirit has been condensed well, and your divine body is about to be formed. You should be one of the true successors of this generation of Taiyi Sect? If you retreat now, I can still spare your life!"
"It doesn't matter if you are sixteen or thirteen, don't even try to steal our things. Get out of here or I will smash you into a little piece of cake!"
Mo Baobao clenched his fist and waved it. There was a golden light looming, as if he was about to take action again.
After swallowing a few treasure pills, his condition improved a lot.
"Asshole!"
Peng Shiliu's face twitched, and veins popped out on both sides of his forehead: "There are my ancestors in Mishan Mountain, and this mountain should be mine!"
He was a little afraid of the little thing with the braided head, this naughty kid was too fierce.
"How dare you scold me!"
Mo Baobao is full of joy and anger, and when angry, he wants to take action.
Peng Shiliu's face was as black as iron. He glanced at Lan Narcissus coldly, then stepped back again and crossed the hundred-mile-wide Lailong River to the other side:
"What a great Taiyimen, I will remember you!"
"Sixteenth Daoist friend, please remember to be firm and don't forget it."
Blue Narcissus touched Baobao Mo's head and said calmly: "The previous master has passed away. You and I are destined to be together, so let's each rely on our own abilities."
Phew~
After that, the two of them drifted away.
A few people dispersed and seemed to have gone to Mishan Mountain. The group of casual cultivators who had survived the catastrophe were still frightened. Although they were extremely unwilling, most of them were also scared away.
Regardless of whether the human race is good, evil or evil, they can always communicate, but for the demon race, humans are no different from other beasts. Ligers and tigers can be eaten, and humans are naturally just food in their eyes.
"Golden-winged Dapeng..."
An Qisheng reached out to grab it from the void, and a faint breath was caught in his hand.
The Sumeru Jinshan nearly blew up the Golden Roc with one blow, and naturally nothing was left untouched. At this time, deep in An Qisheng's eyes, a dark golden spiritual imprint was slowly forming.
Beside him, Zhu Dahai grinned innocently, as if congratulating himself for escaping a disaster. Beside him was Qian Lu, who was saved by An Qisheng.
"Monster clan, why would a demon clan appear?"
Gan Lu was sweating profusely, and his hands and feet were limp. He almost survived. He collapsed on the ground, as if he had lost the ability to move.
Those who have condensed their true form have extremely strong physical and vitality, and they will naturally not die if they fall from a high altitude.
But among the people in the previous boat, he was the only one who survived. Several others were not buried in the demon mouth, but were hacked to death by their own people when many people were struggling in mid-air...
"Little man, little man."
An Qisheng was collecting the scattered spirit of the big bird, and Zhu Dahai seemed to feel something. He seemed a little happy, but also a little afraid:
"That mountain, there's something in that mountain...looking at me."
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