Driving a huge sea turtle, speeding over the huge waves.
One moment it was vast and nothing, and the next moment you saw the Ten Thousand Blades Mountain Peak, spread out in front of you like layers of barriers.
Thousands of beautiful peaks spread out in all directions like petals and sword blades.
The foothills of the forest are deep and deep, with thousands of peaks lined with halberds and thousands of blades spread out.
Among them, the dead vines, old trees and rare flowers and auspicious grasses are particularly strange.
Cao Zhe let go of the turtle, ignored the dangerous restrictions here, and walked onto the island.
It was like a sharp blade, forcibly cutting through the protection outside Jin'ao Island, thus attracting the arrival of high-level cultivators on the island.
In an instant, dozens of auras that seemed not weak to Cao Zhe locked onto him.
There were even hundreds of immortals, poking their heads and feet out from the clouds, treetops, and halos, forming a faint formation, ready to cover Cao Zhe at any time.
"How brave, how dare you break into the saint's dojo." But I saw a female crown, representing everyone, coming from the deep mountains, carrying thousands of atmospheres, like the mother of all qi and the ancestor of all dharma.
Such momentum, on the contrary, tried to downplay his appearance.
It makes people feel only respect, but not the slightest offense.
Cao Zhe could recognize the person without looking, but by looking at his energy. It was none other than the Holy Mother Wudang, one of the four direct disciples of the Tongtian Sect.
Of course, ancient immortals and gods have always had multiple identities.
In fact, the Wudang Holy Mother can also be the Lishan Old Mother, or even the Inanimate Old Mother revered by Luo Jiao in later generations.
If multiple identities are combined into one and rise to a more mysterious realm, they will be the true nature of the person. Their ultimate strength may not be much weaker than that of the Sanqing Saints, and they will not be easily involved in catastrophes. There is a danger of never recovering. .
But at this moment, if it's just the 'Wu Dang Holy Mother' in front of her, it's just an illusion, not the real thing.
In Cao Zhe's eyes, he could not be called "mighty".
"It's rude to come here to ask for advice as a latecomer!" Cao Zhe cupped his hands and looked at the incompetent Holy Mother, intending to test whether he could induce her 'true body' to appear.
"Since it's disrespectful, then just sit back and wait until the poor Taoist asks Master for instructions before he is punished." Our Lady of Wudang said to Cao Zhe.
These words... are less arrogant and arrogant than the big crabs and turtles before, but the inner domineering is still the same.
Cao Zhe smiled and did not answer, but stretched out a hand, and then gently drew a line in front of the eyes of Our Lady of Wudang.
This palm is like a knife, a sword, or an axe. It chops not only the air, but also the weather of all phenomena in the world.
Ordinary people cannot see the mystery, but the Holy Mother can see it clearly.
I saw that the infinite atmosphere that was originally entangled in one place and intertwined with each other was actually clearly separated between Cao Zhe's strokes.
That understatement was like Pangu's groundbreaking blow, causing all the monks who were qualified to see and understand the charm of this stroke to show a look of horror.
They kept repeating this in their minds, becoming increasingly fascinated and possessed.
In an instant, the huge formation was immediately disintegrated by Cao Zhe's stroke.
Cao Zhe continued to move forward, and then passed by Our Lady of Wudang, who was frozen in place.
"Wait...wait!" Our Lady of Wudang managed to get out of Cao Zhe's stroke, but was unable to turn around and could only forcefully make a sound.
"Who...are you?" Our Lady of Wudang asked.
Her voice was unconsciously mixed with a little fear.
She was scared, she was even worried.
She knew that her worries were very absurd, but once such thoughts arose, it was difficult to deal with them.
"You can find the answer for yourself who I am."
"And what I want to ask is...who are you?" Cao Zhe pointed out.
The Wudang Holy Mother, the Lishan Old Mother, the Wusheng Old Mother...perhaps in the end, they should all be blamed on the word "Qi Mother".
Born by adhering to the Qi of heaven and earth, the gods will not die if they obey the Qi.
She should obviously belong to a mythical source like the Three Pure Ones.
Of course, in terms of popularity, it is still far inferior to Sanqing.
Mother Wudang was a little confused by Cao Zhe's question.
Then he subconsciously replied: "Under the seat of Saint Jiejiao, one of the four major disciples, Wudang Holy Mother, has met fellow Taoist monks."
Her tone and attitude were undoubtedly much softer at this moment.
Although Cao Zhe's enemy is unknown, his strength is the best antihypertensive drug.
When the strength is obvious enough and powerful enough, even if they come with great hostility, these people should smile to avoid anger.
"No! What I want to ask you is, who are you, not the Immortal Virgin!"
"Our Lady of Wudang is just a name, she is not you!" Cao Zhe shook his head and said.
The Madonna of Wudang was confused.
Cao Zhe looked at the unresponsive Virgin Mary and sighed.
Sure enough... If it was so easy to catch a big fish, wouldn't it make his previous layouts and plans seem particularly stupid?
"Forget it!" Cao Zhe shook his head and then strode forward.
Every step he takes is tearing apart the restrictions on the island and destroying the densely packed 'silk threads' on the island.
Like a tyrannical and overbearing creature, it violently breaks into other people's homes and destroys everything wantonly.
When Cao Zhe went to Yuxu Palace, he lurked as Yun Zhongzi... and appeared polite.
That's because Cao Zhe is sure that even if he turns over Yuxu Palace, Yuanshi Tianzun will not show up.
Among the gods, Yuanshi Tianzun is the winner.
To him, this is a matter that has been changed, and it doesn't matter if there are any changes.
But the leader of Tongtian Cult... is very likely to still have concerns.
It is precisely because of this possible concern that Cao Zhe is certain of his trip.
This party violently broke into the island just to see if they could directly stimulate the real leader of Tongtian.
It’s done, of course that’s the best thing.
Even if it doesn’t work...it doesn’t matter!
He can always make these Jiejiao disciples, as well as the Tongtian Cult Master in the current world, realize his strength.
This will lay the foundation for future alliances and cooperation.
As he walked forward step by step, Cao Zhe could feel the pressure from everywhere.
The entire Jin'ao Island seems to be embedded in the core of the world.
Cao Zhe's advance is no longer against the restrictions here, but against the power of heaven and earth, and the weight of the world.
However, such restrictions have long been commonplace in Cao Zhe's experience.
When Cao Zhe, under great pressure, walked to the center of Jin'ao Island, the huge preaching place, the leader of Tongtian Cult was already waiting here, staring at Cao Zhe with dangerous eyes.
The Immortal Killing Formation has been deployed around the dojo.
The four swords of Zhu Xian are suspended in the formation, ready to turn into a torrent of billions of sword energy and tear Cao Zhe apart at any time.
Cao Zhe casually took out the Yuanling star map.
As soon as this picture was displayed, the aura that was far more brutal and direct than the current Zhuxian Sword Formation was instantly revealed... almost crushing everything to collapse.
To this world, things like the Yuanling Star Bitmap are too buggy!
It's like the contrast between cold weapons and hot weapons.
