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As the realm of God was shattered, the golden-winged roc's huge body of hundreds of meters appeared between heaven and earth, appearing over the Baiyun Mountains. Its golden wings shone brilliantly in the night sky, eye-catching like a lighthouse in the dark night. . That momentum can be said to be extremely powerful in intimidating all living beings in the world.
"Gold-winged Roc!!"
In a thatched cottage in the Baiyun Mountains, a monk wearing a monk's robe walked out of the thatched cottage and looked into the void. A strange color flashed in his eyes, recognizing what kind of divine bird it was. This is an ancient divine beast, rare in the world. It has long ceased to exist in the Red Tide world. The only ones that exist are blood descendants with a trace of the blood of the golden-winged roc.
"This aura is a world spirit ship. A world spirit master appears in Zhenxi Mansion and comes to the Baiyun Mountains."
On the edge of a cliff, one can suddenly see a swordsman holding his sword horizontally in front of his knees, swallowing the essence of the sun and moon, brewing the sword energy in his body. When he opened his eyes, two sharp eyes shot out three inches, and the empty room turned white.
"The World Spirit Ship is actually shaped like a golden-winged roc. It's amazing. Such a master has come to Zhenxi Mansion. It's time to meet him."
A gloomy valley filled with locust trees. An ancient tomb was hidden in the valley. Suddenly, the door of the tomb opened, and a coffin flew out. The lid of the coffin was lifted, and a pale figure was revealed. There was a hint of haze in his eyes.
The appearance of the Beiming instantly alerted many monks in the entire Baiyun Mountains.
After seeing the Beiming ship falling into Qiyun Temple, some people had already started to go to Qiyun Temple.
A world spiritist, a world spiritist who condenses a world spirit ship, has a value that exceeds that of any spiritual master. It is impossible for ordinary professions to compare with it. No one will refuse to be friends with a world spiritist. Chance.
When the Beiming Horn fell towards Qiyun Temple, it also disappeared in the void. Return to the body and stay quietly in the companion world, waiting to be called again.
"Thank you, thank you Mr. Zhuang for your help, otherwise, my fate, Qi Yun, would have been completely decided in that divine realm." Qi Yun looked around and found that he had returned to Qi Yun Temple, and couldn't help but secretly Breathed a sigh of relief.
Attacking the divine realm is also risky. If you are not strong enough, you cannot even enter and exit the divine realm freely. Once you enter, you will have no other choice but to die.
"It's just a matter of convenience."
Zhuang Buzhou shook his head and said: "On the contrary, it's you. This time the red locust god's clone fell, and even the condensed divine realm completely collapsed. What are you going to do next? If you continue to work for the red locust god, you still have other plans."
When the avatar died, anyone could guess that the Red Locust God must be furious. Even if Qi Yun was not the culprit, it was obvious that he would be angry at him.
"It's done. Now that we've come this far, there's nothing left to say. We can only be enemies with the Red Locust God. Anyway, I've had enough of the days of groveling before. This time I will completely break with Him."
Qi Yun's face turned green and white, then he gritted his teeth, slapped his thigh fiercely, and said loudly.
"Well, fellow Taoist finally figured it out. The Red Locust God is not a good god. For causing such a huge disaster, there must be boundless karma. Once it breaks out, it will be his real death. If he wants to be resurrected, that depends on Let’s see if the people of the world agree or not.”
Zhuang Buzhou smiled calmly.
"Yes, it's well said. I have heard about the Red Locust God a long time ago. However, I can't find any trace of him. I am hiding in the Kingdom of God. I dare not enter rashly and set foot in the Kingdom of God, otherwise , everyone in Zhenxi Mansion wants to kill him and then hurry up."
At this moment, a voice sounded.
The words were sonorous, with a hint of edge, giving people the impression that they would rather bend than bend.
"Feng Juejian, Dong Haozhen, it's you."
After Qi Yun saw the visitor, he couldn't help but make a surprised sound.
All he saw was that the person who came was wearing a sword robe, he looked middle-aged, his face was as sharp as a knife, and his body was straight, and you could fully feel how terrifying it would be once the sword energy in his body broke out.
Build the foundation!
This is a sword cultivator at the Foundation Establishment Realm.
As for whether he is a swordsman who awakened his own spiritual root sword or a sword cultivator who contracted a cursed sword, it is impossible to know.
"Before you were the lackey of the Red Locust God, Dong wanted to give you a sword. Now that you have found your way back, you are still a fellow Taoist." Dong Haoqiong glanced at Qi Yun, with a hint of indifference flashing in his eyes. Obviously, Qi Yun's previous actions could not be concealed from the monks who were also in the Baiyun Mountains.
The reason why he didn't take action was also due to some other reasons.
"This, before I couldn't help myself, I couldn't help myself."
Qi Yun couldn't help but stretched out his hand to touch the cold sweat on the top of his head, and said with an embarrassed smile.
"It's a great honor to have a world spiritist come to our Baiyun Mountains. I wonder if I would be lucky enough to meet him."
A monk wearing a monk's robe walked over, with long sleeves fluttering, exuding a detached aura, but his words seemed very gentle, making people unconsciously feel like bathing in the spring breeze.
"Master Chen Yun, you are here too."
Qi Yun saw it and said with a smile.
Chen Yun lives in a cottage in the Baiyun Mountains. He is a true Taoist cultivator. He is usually quiet and inactive, and his cultivation is extremely profound. The ability to gather energy is extremely strong. No one knows what level of cultivation Taoist Master Chen Yun has reached without doing it himself.
But his prestige in the Baiyun Mountains is still extremely high.
Many times, whenever there is any conflict, he will be found as a go-between to mediate and even solve some problems. There is no monk nearby who does not know about Master Chen Yun.
As soon as he arrived, even Dong Haoqiong showed a look of solemnity, with a trace of respect in his eyes.
"You must be the peerless genius who was recently born in our Crimson Tide world, the World Spiritist, and fellow Taoist Zhuang Buer." Taoist Master Chen Yun looked at Zhuang Buzhou and said with a smile.
There was a hint of gentleness in his voice, as if he was no stranger to his situation.
The matter is not difficult to understand. Zhuang Buer became famous in the Endless Sea, and a world spiritist was added to the Crimson Tide Realm. How could such a thing be concealed? Not only on Crimson Tide Island, but also in the Crimson Tide Realm, It has already been spread.
There are only so many world spiritists, and it is impossible for a new one to appear for no reason.
It is not difficult to guess Zhuang Buzhou's identity.
This is even more so with Chen Yun's ability and reputation.
"I don't dare to be a genius. It's Zhuang Buer who has met Taoist Master Chen Yun."
Zhuang Buzhou smiled and said.
"This time you are facing off against the Red Locust God. I'm afraid that the Red Locust God won't let it go and may even get worse. Why not take this opportunity to summon many fellow Taoists in the Baiyun Mountains to join us? Let’s get together and discuss how to deal with the Red Locust God.”
Chen Yun nodded, stroked his beard, and made a suggestion.
"Yes, I think this method is feasible. It's time to kill the Red Locust God."
Dong Haoqiong heard this and agreed without hesitation.
"I, Qi Yunguan, can prepare the venue for you fellow Taoists and arrange everything."
Qi Yun immediately spoke in agreement.
He was also afraid. Only the clone of the Red Locust God died, and the original body was not dead yet. Once his hands are free, he will be the first to bear the brunt. He may not even know how he died by then. That kind of feeling made my heart flutter, and I never calmed down.
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Just when Zhuang Buzhou and the others were summoning fellow Taoists from around the area, they were preparing to discuss.
At this moment, deep in a mountain range, there is a huge valley. Around the valley, all kinds of vegetation grow, vines are everywhere, thorns are densely covered, and all kinds of poisonous insects are spread over every inch of the area. It is almost difficult for any creature to survive if it comes close. It's really a very scary restricted area of life.
Here, it is the Demonic Insect Valley.
A no man's land where no one dares to approach easily.
In the Bug Valley, ordinary poisonous insects do not dare to approach easily. It seems that there is something in the valley that scares them.
If someone enters the Bug Valley, they will find that there is nothing in the valley, only corpses everywhere, whether they are animals, birds, insects, and human corpses. It's so densely packed that I don't know how many are piled up. It looks shocking.
In an inconspicuous area, there stood a broken statue of a god.
Looking towards the statue, we can see that the face of the statue is very ferocious and terrifying, giving people a feeling that it is not like a human race, but like a Zerg, which unconsciously gives rise to fear. When I see it at night, I am scared to death.
Now, the statue of the god is flashing with uncertain divine light, shrouded in red light.
Inside the statue, it seems that there is a kingdom of God.
Looking carefully, this divine kingdom is in dilapidated condition, with the earth cracked and covered with dense cracks. It is completely obvious that this kingdom of God may collapse at any time and be broken into countless fragments, although its range is not more than a thousand miles in radius. Unfortunately, most areas have long been extremely dilapidated. No different than broken ceramics. The only intact place is an area of dozens of miles in the center of the Kingdom of God, where a temple stands.
All around, there were a large number of divine servants gathering outside.
There are red flame demons and servants of gods from the human race. Everyone prayed devoutly and contributed their devout faith.
From the outside world, it seems that one can see wisps of wish power continuously gathering and falling into the temple.
Inside the temple. One could clearly see that the Red Locust God, dressed in divine armor and with a mask on his face, was sitting on a divine throne, with strong anger flashing in his eyes. A cup originally held in his hand was crushed into pieces on the spot. Cracked into slag.
"Damn it, damn it."
"How dare you kill my clone, Qi Yun, you are looking for death."
"World Spiritist, a World Spiritist actually appears. Damn it. World Spiritists deserve to die. My divine servant."
Anger flashed in the eyes of the Red Locust God.
When the clone died, he also followed the mysterious connection and naturally understood what happened at that time. While his heart was awe-inspiring, he also secretly felt strong anger.
