Tianji Hall was originally discussing this matter, but now halfway through the discussion, it was observed by supernatural powers that chaos had arisen.
This is the arrogant provocation of Evil City. If it cannot attack immediately and suppress its momentum, it will only become more arrogant and it will be more difficult to control the current situation.
"Master Huiming, please use your clairvoyance to find the way."
Zhao Hanfeng's face was cold and he stood up as well, followed by Zhao Qingtang who stood up behind him.
Seeing Huiming nod in agreement, he stood up, his eyes flashed with runes, and he peered into the distant place and pointed out the direction.
"Walk."
Thirty-one Mahayana masters, including Master Huiming, a total of 13 went, and the remaining 18 all have sect family inheritance. They should return in time to guard the city to prevent surprise attacks from Xiewan City.
A Shahun Mahayana who is good at searching for souls used magic techniques to refine the fragments of Qianchan's soul, and also forcibly extracted the soul-devouring soul from the fragmented soul to refine it, although there were some left behind by the evil city lord. Although restricted, he also gained a lot of memories, which were read by these eighteen Mahayana.
The masters dispersed and Tianji Palace returned to peace.
…
Jiang Mingzhu, Lu Changfeng, and Qu Fengzhen had gone to Penglai Fairy Mountain because they were worried about the incident.
Its main peak is towering, the downward part is submerged by sea water, and the upward part is surrounded by clouds and mist.
When the three of them saw this ethereal scene, their hearts skipped a beat. They were all considered to be great monks outside, so how could they not see that the spiritual energy of this fairy mountain was quietly overflowing.
Small sects and small sects all need to find a place where the spiritual energy of heaven and earth is abundant, and then attract spiritual veins to guard it. Only in this way can they establish a sect, which will be beneficial to the cultivation of sect disciples. Large sects also have heavenly and blessed places, allowing monks to practice with twice the result with half the effort. Invisibly, the sect's luck can also bless the disciples' qualifications continuously.
But now Penglai is like a round mirror with a gap, and the spiritual energy inside is constantly escaping, and this escape is washing the gap all the time, making it bigger and bigger.
Under this situation, I am afraid that the Penglai Cave Paradise will be burned to the ground in less than a hundred years.
Jiang Mingzhu waved goodbye to the Penglai disciples who were seeing them off, her face darkened, and she whispered.
"I'm afraid that changes will occur in Penglai and the world's current situation will be turbulent. You and I should go back to the sect first. It's hard to distract ourselves from Penglai at this moment."
The two people beside them nodded, and then they turned into rainbow light and left.
…
Endless sea.
Zhao Hanfeng held a slender blade in his hand, with a cold expression on his face.
He stepped in the void, exerting force under his feet as if walking on flat ground, and swept away violently.
The body of Yinying's blade is plain white, with brilliant silver patterns shining under the infusion of mana. It's like a dragon is wrapped around this long blade, and the waves of power it emits clearly show that it is a divine object.
He slashed down with his sword, activated Wuliang, and his magic power exploded with a bang. The power of this move increased several times, and the scattered Nine Yin Qi poured into the sea tide, transforming into a dragon shape and rising and falling with the waves.
In an instant, a large number of strange-looking creatures died in the sea.
The real dragon in the sky, somewhere between illusion and reality, was completely red and black, and its big eyes shone with a cold and sharp light. And standing at the head of the dragon was a man in black robe, smiling quite wildly.
"Gu Shaorong?"
"Bitch, I haven't seen you in a thousand years."
When Gu Shaorong heard Zhao Hanfeng reveal his identity, his face was thoughtful, and then his smile faded away, showing a gloomy expression.
"Zhao Hanfeng, why are you stubborn and still not ascending?"
"Wouldn't it be nice if you ascended and could avoid all the dangers here?"
Zhao Hanfeng stood up with his sword drawn, his magic power lifted him up, and he appeared in front of the dragon's head in an instant.
"What do I do to you if you don't want to ascend? It's better than being sneaky, suppressing your cultivation, and not daring to ascend. I'm afraid that you will kill yourself with all the accumulated blood."
The moment he spoke, he took action boldly, and the Mahayana who followed Zhao Hanfeng were also showing off their magical powers, killing the endless evil species, and using magic to protect the terrified mortals.
The sword technique of Yi Yuan Jiu Yin Knife is infinitely mysterious, with layer upon layer of knife shadows, and each stroke is filled with the coldness of the cold bones, like the breath of an ice dragon.
Blessed by Zhao Hanfeng's immeasurable Tao power, the sword energy condensed and turned into a crystal clear Gang, turned into nine dragons flying, entangled and flew away, fell and exploded, blasting the head of the resentful dragon into pieces.
Everyone who saw it was stunned. The extraordinary combat power of this Yiyuan Dao lineage was well-deserved.
Gu Shaorong did not take action. His previous inexplicable anger subsided and he now looked smiling.
"Zhao Hanfeng, you can't kill my resentful dragon."
The resentful dragon's thirty-six-foot-long body exploded inch by inch, transforming into a blood-black mist as thick as liquid, and dispersed throughout the world.
"It will be everywhere, and the place where it is is the place where the evil seed was born. This is my gift, so keep it!"
He laughed loudly and disappeared from the place in a flash.
Zhao Hanfeng frowned and his hand holding the knife tightened.
"The world of China is going to change its color after all."
…
Another thirty-seven years passed.
Jinwu Shenxiang.
The sky is filled with thick and thick clouds, and a purple-gold thunder is gestating and flickering in it. At this moment, it turns into a shuttle shape and falls downwards. It is at the tip, and behind it, it brings thousands of thunder clouds together to form a tornado.
Where it points is a brilliant light group.
Bang!
Thunder crackled and roared in the ears of the eleven golden crows here, but they all stared closely at the ball of light.
The power of these one hundred and eight thousand thunderbolts is increasing one by one. The power of the last one easily blasts everything it passes into nothingness and gray black. The light group is bathed in the thunder light. Even though it is already powerful, it cracks one after another. A crack.
The vitality was quickly eliminated by the destructive power of thunder, and the towering sacred tree behind him no longer had any strength to merge into it, allowing it to resist.
When the thunder light gradually dimmed, infinite lines of light flashed on the light group, and all the surrounding auras of heaven and earth were absorbed.
A clear cry resounded throughout the world, causing the whole body of the Golden Crow to tremble, as if the soldiers' blood boiled when they heard the beating of war drums.
The shell was completely shattered, revealing the true appearance inside.
The chaotic and formless Yuan Qi transformed into a female form due to the integration of Shenwu source blood, and gained insight into the changes of yin and yang.
The body of an immortal bird has three crow-like legs, with blazing golden flames on its feet. It is covered with black feathers. Mysterious and simple runes are engraved on the body with a halo of chaos, and a rainbow light shines behind it.
The ancient supreme being, the Great Sun God Crow.
She suddenly regained her human body, descended into the world with sincerity, weaved the six qi into garments, and drove the five elements into her shoes.
Pei Xihe had never felt so happy before. One hundred and eight thousand divine thunder tribulations were finally resisted, and she used it as a hammer to forge her current divine fetus and become an innate creature.
A mouthful of Hunyuan Qi gushes out from her soul, and the "Tai Shang Gen Yi Sutra" turns into a cauldron, refining the three magic techniques of spirits, demons, and demons. Her cultivation aura rises from scratch and rises all the way.
Previously reborn from the small world of Lieyang, her cultivation level has not changed. She is in the foundation-building realm because it is difficult to transform the Xiyue Dao Fruit into herself after "stealing" it.
And she gave up the cultivation she gained through hard work and the tempered physical body, regardless of everything, and now lives a pure third body.
Her cultivation was reduced to nothing, but it was only for a moment, because she had completed the unity of the three paths in the thunder temper. She was both the Great Sun God Crow and an innate being. She was favored by heaven and earth and was born with extraordinary power.
Pei Xihe crossed his legs in the air, breaking through the environment like a god.
Knocking on the gate of heaven, climbing the jade steps, hearing the Tao for the first time, spreading the word to the world, and traveling freely, these realms she had passed through were only seven or eight breaths away, and she had also broken the bottleneck of seeing immortality.
After becoming an immortal, the rays of light shine endlessly.
At this point, the great dream of reincarnation under the fusang tree, with the addition of hundreds of thousands of divine thunders, finally produced her Tao Fruit!
After suffering thunder for about three hundred years, converted into normal cultivation, the heroine should also have this level of cultivation.
Long Aotian has a firm grip on the script.
(End of chapter)
