After a few more games of chess, the Three Saints took turns trying to defeat Haoyang, even once! But the butt of Haoyang holding the dog in his arms seemed to be stained on the stone chair. He did not move even though the Three Saints tried their best. To put it bluntly... it was not the Three Saints' dish, it was Haoyang's chess skills. A bit strong.
Finally, another white stone fell, and the Holy Emperor Xuangui lost everything with a green face... Haoyang raised his head, and the sparkle in his eyes was still dull, as indifferent as an ancient well without waves.
"My cultivation level can no longer be suppressed. If I don't ascend, I'm afraid it will have an impact on the rules of the Gods Continent, so I will leave in the near future."
The Holy Emperor Xuangui had some worry in his eyes: "Haoyang, I know a little bit about you. If you want to seek your own death, I won't agree even if your cultivation level is not as good as yours."
"Yes, otherwise we wouldn't be able to explain to that boy Yu Yue and the Heavenly Fox Saint." Alchemy Saint also stood up, as if if Haoyang insisted on having his own way, he would have to stop him even if he was fighting against the Five Scumbags.
"If this is really the case, I can't possibly agree." The Taoist Saint also stood up, with a mysterious aura surging around him.
"Don't worry, I just miss my disciple. This trip to ascend will definitely go to the spirit world where he is. The Dragon Clan is so tyrannical, are you still worried that something will happen to me? I'm afraid you have to rely on my disciple this time! With his help, are you still worried about me?"
Haoyang held a cigarette and looked relaxed, but even Tao Sheng, his old friend who had been with him for many years, never noticed the determination in his eyes.
Just like that, three days later, Haoyang soared. All the powerful men in the Continent of the Gods, or rather all the monks with cultivation levels, came to congratulate him, but... the female saint of Caihuang was missing among them.
At this moment, a complex look flashed across Haoyang's eyes. Even though he felt so reluctant to let go, some things still had to be done. They had to be done! There are some important things that must be brought back! Thinking about it, the reluctance between Haoyang's brows completely transformed into an aura overlooking the world!
"I will come back, for sure! My five sons are all worried about me, so how could I never come back? My Haoyang home...is not in the upper world, but here..."
His body rose straight up, and in the blink of an eye he had stepped into the void. Under him was the continent of gods that he had survived and protected for hundreds of thousands of years. It was the place that carried his countless beautiful memories. For Haoyang, it had never hurt him. His family, as well as the creatures who regard him as the ancestor of the mainland, are looking up into the void.
Among them were his lovers, disciples, and old friends.
He took one last look at them and slowly closed his eyes. When Haoyang opened his eyes again, there was indescribable pride and fighting spirit in his eyes!
His eyes were cold, and traces of the Suzaku Divine Flame spread from the corners of his eyes. His entire body transformed into a huge Suzaku body, and a desolate and ancient hot aura filled the entire void!
"Level 14, break it for me!"
"Wow!"
Maybe the shackles of Haoyang's body were broken, maybe the heavenly catastrophe came, the surrounding world suddenly turned pale, dark clouds gathered out of thin air, murderous intent filled the sky, and a strong life and death crisis suddenly resounded in Haoyang's heart!
Haoyang's cultivation at this time has been tolerated by the entire continent of gods, and there will be a natural disaster, and he can only ascend after surviving it. As for why Yu Yue didn't experience the catastrophe? The plane level of the spiritual world is much higher than that of the continent of gods.
No matter how powerful the background of the Gods Continent is, it is still just a lower realm. Even if the source of the world doesn't want to, it must abide by the rules of the great road! Didn't Yu Yue still get struck by lightning when he was in the Continent of the Gods?
At the same time, just as the natural disaster suddenly came, countless distances away, on a huge fiery red island, there grew a middle-aged giant tree, a sacred tree and a sycamore that was surrounded by fire but had never been burned in the slightest.
At the highest point of the sycamore tree, a middle-aged man wearing a divine bird robe was in retreat. Just when Haoyang transformed into his true form, he suddenly opened his eyes.
"Royal blood? Is it his aura? The sinful royal blood cannot escape the control of our Suzaku clan after all. He is back after all."
"Haotian, Haodi! Lead the Suzaku Guards and my blood clone to capture that evil beast. Be sure not to harm its life! The blood of our Suzaku clan is no longer ancient, and we need his blood to restore our clan's glory. .”
After the words fell, two men emerged from the two blood-red firelights. It was the vast sky and vast earth that the man said! Both of them were geniuses from the same era as Haoyang, but after hundreds of thousands of years, their cultivation levels were as high as those of Zhen Lingtian.
After the two great beings bowed their hands and said respectfully, they led a team of thousands of beings and took a huge flying boat to the ascension platform. Once... Haoyang was the son of a guilty bird in the clan, but he could not live in that kind of abjection. He is arrogant, talented, and invincible among his peers! Even the descendants of the clan’s supreme leader couldn’t withstand even one of his attacks!
At that time, the son of Sin Bird almost became the young master based on his own talent... But what else could he do when the outstanding God was exiled to such a place? Today, they want to personally break the fear in their hearts hundreds of thousands of years ago.
In the void below.
"Crack!"
From the ink-like dark clouds, three silver-white sky thunders crashed down and turned into three ferocious silver snakes, heading towards Suzaku's body at an incredible speed. Haoyang's body went fiercely. This is definitely what happened in the fourteenth century The power above the level, even the power of the current calamity, cannot even be controlled by the source of the world.
"The power is acceptable, but... not enough."
A sharp neighing sound of the Suzaku sounded like a sharper lightning piercing the void. Haoyang's eyes were cold, and his entire body was facing the thunderous calamity as if it was covering the sky.
"Ding!"
Like glass shattering, a silver thunder snake had been shattered into pieces by Suzaku's huge body.
"Ding! Ding!"
Suzaku's huge claws grasped two ferocious and twisted silver electric snakes, crushing them without any effort. At this time, the huge Suzaku body exuded the coercion belonging to the fourteenth level of heaven, and was unparalleled. Under the pressure, the entire continent of gods seemed to be trembling!
"Boom!"
It's as if God is furious, thunderclouds are surging crazily, and the second catastrophe is brewing! Then a golden lightning suddenly fell!
But at this moment, the Suzaku pupils shrank suddenly, as if he felt something. Even though the golden lightning struck him, he didn't seem to feel anything at all.
"The aura of blood cannot be concealed, or have they discovered it? After countless thousands of years, are you still unwilling to let me go? I...don't ask for anything else, I just don't want her to continue to be buried in that filthy place! This is all! It’s a shame, but it’s better not to bring trouble to my disciple.”
Haoyang sighed, and his eyes seemed to be able to look through the layers of thunderclouds to the world he once regarded as home, but... that home only brought him harm.
