Snapped!
Clasp the dragon's head with five fingers!
Ao Wushou's big mouth that was about to spit out was suddenly closed, and black air as thick as beams spurted out from his nose, eyes, and ears.
A pair of eyes were instantly stained with a layer of scarlet.
The giant force is in a stalemate, and the dragon is struggling in anger.
Ao Wushu was extremely angry and furious in his heart, but no matter how hard he exerted his strength and how angry he was, he was still suppressed by that giant palm.
He shot into the domain gate abruptly.
boom!
Then he closed his two palms and pressed down with his five fingers. The five-color divine light circulated one after another, like a chain, wrapping the domain door layer by layer.
"ah!!!"
In the earth-shattering roar in the Domain Gate, the giant palm dissipated and the Domain Gate disappeared.
Thousands of miles long air waves returned against the current, setting off strong winds, and then disappeared again.
Many monks looked around, but nowhere could they see An Qisheng's shadow. His breath was calm, and the formation was stable. For a few moments, it was as calm as if nothing had happened.
"Taoist Yuanyang..."
Several of the great cavemen who maintained the formation were sweating on their foreheads. The status of this name in their hearts was instantly raised to the limit.
This battle was earth-shattering.
There were too many tyrannical forces on one side that were not inferior to the ten major sects, and they were almost uprooted.
Without the Domain Sect, without the Master of Butian Pavilion, a powerful vacuum-shatterer, and several other powerful cavemen, Butian Pavilion existed in name only.
Even the masters who came to help were slapped back twice, and Butian Pavilion's foundation in Dongzhou was almost destroyed.
Butian Pavilion has so many enemies that no one dares to provoke it on weekdays, because it is backed by Butian Pavilion in Zhongzhou, and at this time, all the domain gates are sealed.
As long as the Three Holy Lands do not leave the domain gate, even if the Zhongzhou Butian Pavilion has a vacuum-shattering power that wants to come across several states, it will probably take hundreds of years.
"This, this Bai Yujing..."
Several powerful men from the cave looked at each other, and they all saw each other's feelings.
Bai Yujing is undoubtedly the largest foundation of Butian Pavilion. It is a majestic city with tens of thousands of miles and gathers the transactions of eleven monks in Dongzhou.
You can imagine what a huge treasure mountain it is.
"We're just afraid we won't be able to keep it."
Duan Sanlang shook his head and was the first to get rid of the huge temptation.
Bai Yujing's daily check-in fee for entering the city was already more than the life savings of their sect. Even though several of them had already condensed the cave, they still couldn't swallow such a huge profit.
To do it by force is to seek death.
"yes."
The other people also thought of this and sighed sadly.
They are the guests recruited by Butian Pavilion from nearby small sects, and they are most aware of Bai Yujing's terror. This is a mountain of endless treasures.
With this city as the foundation, we can build a foundation that is not inferior to the ten major sects.
No one is unmoved.
Phew~
A breeze blew by, carrying a strong smell of blood.
Duan Sanlang took a deep breath and his eyes moved:
"It's not impossible..."
"Huh? Brother Duan, what are you talking about?"
The other people looked along Duan Sanlang's line of sight, and there was exactly where the Taoist Yuanyang was.
"Taoist Priest Yuanyang left in a hurry. Although he took away a few Marquis Spiritual Treasures, there are still many treasures and pills left in Butian Pavilion..."
Duan Sanlang swept over a few people and whispered: "If we collect one or two of his trophies and send them to him, we might be able to get his protection..."
Witnessed with my own eyes the man who suppressed the three major masters, suppressed the domain gate with a single palm, and suppressed many masters of Butian Pavilion with a snap of his fingers.
No one would think that he was not qualified to own this Baiyujing.
"this......"
The cave masters looked at each other, their hearts pounding.
"However, Bai Yujing is not something we can afford. 10% of the city's revenue is used to maintain many facilities in the city, but 80% needs to be provided to his elderly family..."
The more I thought about it, the more feasible it became, and the more I thought about it, the more excited I became:
"This 10% is already amazing."
The rest of the people naturally had no objections. 70% of the original revenue from Butian Pavilion was handed over to Zhongzhou Butian Pavilion. If they could get 10%, they would be extremely satisfied.
"Brother Duan, what do you think we should do?"
Immediately, several people were gearing up and eager to try. Although they were guests of Butian Pavilion, they had no feelings for Butian Pavilion.
"You guys can go collect the treasures and resources of Butian Pavilion first, and clean up the remnants of Butian Pavilion..."
Duan Sanlang's eyes shined:
"Before that, we have to build a statue for Taoist Priest Yuanyang to determine the ownership of this city, so as to prevent other major sects from coming to snatch it..."
"Wonderful!"
"Brother Duan is so spiritual and intelligent, I can't wait for him!"
"That's it!"
...
There are millions of monks in Baiyu Capital. Even though most of them are casual cultivators, many major sects and even the Holy Land also have strongholds here.
Before the war ended, pieces of information had been transmitted to many major sects through many channels at a speed beyond ordinary imagination.
Buzz~
The divine light broke through the void, and suddenly it was thousands of miles away, and it disappeared into nothingness in an instant.
Across thousands of mountains and rivers, we landed in the 'Sacred Mountain of the Dark Moon'.
The Holy Mountain of Ming Yue hangs high in the sky, surrounded by fairy light, like a fairy mountain blessed land, and the divine light cuts in like a mud cow entering the sea.
Halfway up the holy mountain, on a white jade slab with a clear spring flowing, the handsome and godlike Qi Oracle raised his eyebrows as if aware of it.
That divine light flashed out from his eyes.
But the scenes of competition above Bai Yujing are now manifesting.
Taoist Yuanyang...the giant palm that covers the sky...overwhelms the three giants...the domain gate is born, the dragon roars, the domain gate is sealed...and even maintains the great power... The whispers of several people in the formation.
They were all captured by it.
"Is it a sign of the future..."
Qi Oracle slowly exhaled, and the alchemy energy that filled the holy mountain sank into his body like a swallow in the forest.
Maintaining his physical and mental flawlessness.
In less than four years, a junior who was never taken seriously when he was born has grown to such an extent.
Even if we look at 30 million years of history, there are only a few people on the land of Dongzhou who have achieved such astonishing achievements.
And those few people are all powerful enough to reach heaven and earth.
Except for a few people who died young, they were all extraordinary heroes who achieved great success, were crowned kings, and even embarked on the road to supremacy.
This is a legend, a myth.
Seeing it with my own eyes and experiencing it myself, even Qi Shenyu's state of mind, which he has practiced for two thousand years, can't help but have ripples.
This is a sign of the coming times.
call!
Sensing his mood fluctuation, the dark figure emerged from behind him again, like a shadow everywhere:
"Great Elder, that man has truly become a leader."
Qi Oracle looked calm and said calmly: "Mo Ying, what do you think about this person?"
"This person....."
Mo Ying pondered for a moment before slowly speaking: "Be unscrupulous and fearless."
"If you are unscrupulous, you must have something to rely on. Seeing that Taoist Yuanyang acts in a clear and orderly manner, I am afraid that he will also show us when he takes the initiative to fight against Butian Pavilion."
Mo Ying considered the sentence and summarized his opinion.
Almost everyone in Mingyue Holy Land knows all kinds of information about Taoist Yuanyang. As Qi Oracle's shadow, he naturally knows it.
And looking at what that man did when he was born, he was unscrupulous and rare in the world.
However, even if he is a madman and a delusional person who dares to act unscrupulously, he must have great support, not to mention Taoist Yuanyang, who must be the top person in Dongzhou regardless of his talent and talent.
But where does he rely?
"It's a pity that the Holy Master has not yet come out of seclusion. Otherwise, if I use Ming Yue to penetrate this person's roots, everything will be easily solved."
Qi Oracle shook his head slightly and sighed slightly:
"This time, it's actually quite lively. The madmen of Butian Pavilion are not easy to mess with..."
Butian Pavilion has a special status in Dongzhou.
It is not as good as the three major holy lands and the ten major sects, but its status is not much worse. It is even more feared by other sects and even the holy land.
This is naturally not without reason.
"However, there are only a few powerful people in the world at that time. There seems to be no such person in Butian Pavilion..."
Mo Ying was a little confused:
"Even if they come with the help of other domain gates, they may not be able to do anything to that Taoist Yuanyang."
After defeating three sect-level figures in one battle, there is no doubt that Taoist Yuanyang has become the first person in Dongzhou after Emperor Tianding.
Once upon a time, the heads of the ten major sects joined forces to take action, the King's Lingbao was revived, and the Mystical Sect suppressed the various kings' platforms.
But in the end, Emperor Tianding was still able to kill the master of the refining platform!
Such a being is almost invincible among those at the same level. So no matter how strong the Zhongzhou Butian Pavilion is, can the top ten sect leaders join forces to be even stronger?
"The magic weapons and spiritual treasures are only used for inheritance and protection. The true heritage of the Holy Land is beyond the reach of outsiders..."
Qi Oracle slowly lowered his eyes, covering the ripples deep in his eyes:
"Any holy land has been baptized over a long period of time and has been passed down since the Middle Ages. It does not represent anything in this world..."
"You mean?"
Mo Ying seemed to have thought of something, and his heart was slightly shaken. This was a secret that he had never touched before.
It seems that Taoist Yuanyang actually made the great elder feel the crisis.
"How can one person and one generation easily surpass the heritage of the Holy Land that has been passed down from generation to generation for millions of years?"
Qi Oracle's body and mind fell into silence, and his voice was calm:
"He is the best in this life, but my Holy Land has the best in all generations..."
.......
When they came, they pursued them in a hurry, covering a distance of 1.2 million miles.
When he left, An Qisheng was in no hurry. He left Bai Yujing and walked leisurely.
“After flying for so long, I forget what it feels like to be down to earth.”
An Qisheng stood on the deck with his hands behind his hands, and the ship went downstream.
Looking from a distance, I saw the river rolling eastward and a lot of waves rushing.
It is like the endless river of time, no matter how amazing and stunning it is, it is just a wave that flickers and disappears in this rolling river.
"You can fly, why leave?"
The three-hearted blue soul boy sat on An Qisheng's shoulders, his two calves dangling constantly: "Isn't it faster to fly?"
"The great road is not only in the sky, but also in the earth."
An Qisheng held three Qiankun Spirit Rings, which were the rings of the three Masters of Butian Pavilion. They contained a large number of treasures and elixirs.
But in his heart, these many pills and treasures seemed not as precious as the ordinary river in front of him.
"Mr. Monster, the way you humans speak is too confusing."
The three-hearted blue soul boy shook his head. He was really not used to this way of speaking: "You can obviously summarize it in the simplest words, why do you have to beat around the bush?"
In fact, it believes that language is only secondary, and the communication of information by mouth is an extremely inferior way.
"Language is the transmission of the soul. The soul cannot face others directly. It will eventually take a turn, just like I am not affected by the cold and heat, and I am still wearing clothes."
An Qisheng glanced at the little blue-skinned monster.
Of course, there is no such thing as wearing clothes among information beings. Fortunately, there is no such thing as male and female.
"don't know."
The three-hearted blue soul boy didn't want to think about human psychology. He shook his head and turned into a stream of light and disappeared into An Qisheng's body again.
Those many spiritual imprints are the biggest attraction to it.
Information is food and the qualifications for its advancement. Not long after arriving in this world, it already feels like it is about to advance.
Phew~
In the moist breeze, An Qisheng sat cross-legged, with his five hearts facing the sky and his eyes closed in concentration.
Digest the gains and losses of this battle.
In the past, he would record every major event or unforgettable experience in a book, and then take it out and reflect on it carefully after his mood changed.
Nowadays, he certainly doesn't need a 'notebook', but after every incident, he will summarize the gains and losses, the good and the bad.
If this is the cause, what kind of effect will be produced?
If this is the effect, what is the cause?
This seemingly boring and meaningless thing has gone through An Qisheng's past and present lives, entering the realms of dreams.
...
In the Xianshan cave, Feng Shiduo was talking freely with several cave masters from Butian Pavilion. With the starlight whip in hand, the conversation was going nowhere.
At the edge of Mishan Mountain, there were three more openings in the Tianyuan, where the starlight gathered like a substance, suppressing the struggling Master Butian Pavilion and Master Lingtian.
Gan Shisi and the old man sat opposite each other, silent. Gan Shisi looked calm, but the old man had shame and unwillingness on his face.
It seemed that for a moment, I didn't know what to say.
"Taoist Yuanyang!"
Sect Master Lingtian's eyes were dripping with blood, and his anger was burning in the top of his head, as if it was going to burn the world.
Under the extremely tyrannical suppression, no matter how much he struggled, it seemed difficult to even get up.
The same person as him is the Master of Butian Pavilion.
The Master of Butian Pavilion was even more embarrassed than him, with ragged clothes and bloody orifices. The more he struggled, the more violently he was suppressed.
"You two Taoists don't have to struggle anymore. In this galaxy, you and I will become the shackles that bind each other. The more you struggle, the stronger the suppression you will endure."
Finally, Gan Shishi spoke.
As soon as he opened his mouth, Lingtian Sect Leader and the two men stopped struggling with ugly expressions as the earth shook and the mountains shook.
In this battle, several people were injured, but the injuries were not serious, but being suppressed like this was hard to accept.
"Fellow Taoist, you know a lot."
Master Lingtian's face turned blue, his eyes were blazing, and his tone was bad.
Buzz~
Gan Shishi was about to speak when his heart suddenly moved.
He raised his eyebrows and saw that the sky was as red as blood.
Thousands of tiny streaks of blood burst out from an ancient altar that seemed to have gone through many years of baptism in front of the lying cow stone on the top of Mount Xie.
Faintly, there seemed to be murmuring sounds resounding in the cave.
