On the Qingzhu Mountain Ancient Road from the Donghua Ming Realm to the Xiniu Holy Realm, tens of millions of mortals dragged their families and families, supported by 70,000 to 80,000 haggard and embarrassed Wu Xuan soldiers, moving forward dully for tens of thousands of miles.
Leaving their hometown for generations and heading to another vast territory, another world that is completely unknown to them, with an uncertain future, is terrifying and confusing. However, in the past few years, they have witnessed the immortals in the sky killing innocent people indiscriminately. The mortals were slaughtered like pigs and dogs, but the powerful martial immortals resisted with all their strength, but they were still killed. Maybe they were lucky to be able to leave.
"Grandma, oooooooo..."
"Grandma, don't cry, don't cry! Mom is here, let's go to the horizon to find daddy!"
"Hold on, just go over there!"
"Where is that over there..."
The crowded crowd was noisy, with adults shouting and children crying. From time to time, someone could not endure the pain of the long journey and fell to the ground, dying. Someone picked him up, but he couldn't hold him. I can only bury it in a hurry on the roadside with tears in my eyes.
Traveling thousands and thousands of miles, maybe dying of illness and exhaustion, but it is a kind of relief.
"Slow down, slow down, the ancestral tablet has fallen!"
A brown tablet suddenly fell from a large car, and a girl in a bright yellow robe panicked. He jumped out of the carriage and reached out to pick it up, but was stepped into the mud by a bearded Wu Xian who was passing by in a hurry.
The girl was shocked: "Don't step on, don't step on my ancestor's memorial tablet!"
The bearded martial immortal yelled angrily: "People can't live anymore, what kind of tablet do you want!"
Strengthen your feet , the tablet broke into two parts, and disappeared into the distance in the blink of an eye.
The girl was stunned for a moment, then knelt on the ground, big tears rolling down her face. She carefully dug out the tablet from the soil, and worked hard to put it together. On it was the "Spiritual Tablet of the Former Saint Emperor of the Great Zhou Dynasty" !" A row of words.
She held her in her arms and cried loudly.
"Your Majesty, Your Majesty, get in the car quickly."
An old eunuch hurriedly came up and said with red eyes: "His Majesty, the Holy Ancestor Emperor, is alive in heaven and will not blame His Majesty. Get in the car quickly!"< br>
The girl wiped the corners of her eyes, hugged the tablet tightly and stepped back into the car. At this moment, the ground shook, fairy energy billowed in the sky in the distance, and terrifying pressure surged in like a tide.
Then a surly voice came from the clouds: "Dirty Wu Ni, vulgar and despicable mortals from the lower world, kill them for me, leaving no one behind!"
"Boom— —”
In the boundless fairy clouds, dark celestial soldiers, generals, divine dragons, unicorns and ferocious chariots suddenly appeared. They swooped down without any hesitation.
The girl in the car, the surrounding eunuchs, and the dense crowd of mortals were frightened by this scene, and their faces turned pale.
"Donghua Mingyu guards the Wu Xuan soldiers, fight the Xianwu decisively, never give up, kill!"
Far in front of the mortal team, a woman's voice suddenly came from far away.
“Here!”
Tens of thousands of warriors who could not die in battle responded loudly.
The next moment, 70,000 to 80,000 warriors supported their exhausted bodies and faced the boundless killing array of heavenly soldiers descending from the sky. They marched forward with indomitable momentum and were determined to kill themselves and be benevolent!
"Boom——"
As soon as it made contact, a bright light burst out from the sky, like the sky was shattering, huge ripples shook down, and large tracts of mortals fell down like wheat. , all the seven orifices were bleeding, all the five internal organs were burned and he died.
The tragedy of the world is nothing more than that!
Fortunately, at this moment, a graceful figure of a woman soared into the sky from a distance. She was dressed in white like snow, wearing golden silk. She had a snake hair bun, and a drop of water flowing between her eyebrows. She had an indescribable graceful appearance, and there was a dazzling horror all around her. The vast waters of the water and the clear Qi of the emperor that suppresses the wilderness and the four seas are like a goddess in charge of this place. The heaven and the earth respond to me.
Waving his sleeves, water fell, blocking the aftermath of the immortal martial arts battle in the sky, protecting the panicked mortals, and said in a calm voice: "Master, Liufeng Patriarch, you two and Tengmo people, enter the Xiniu Sanctuary as soon as possible, leave this place to me!"
The two quasi-emperors, Wushan Patriarch and Liufeng Patriarch, fell straight from the void and said in a deep voice: "Miaojin, yes! In front of them are the True Lord Doubu Xuhai and Lord Wudou Xing!”
Ye Miaojin looked at the sea of clouds in the sky solemnly, and the outline of two huge eyes appeared faintly, and said softly: “Fighting for four hundred years, this body has entered the world! The quasi-emperor dares to fight with immortals. Now that the world is withered, why should he lose his ambition in martial arts?"
The ancestors of Wushan and Liufeng looked at each other and sighed: "Forget it!"
Each of them waved their sleeves, consuming their majestic Xuanyuan power, using the Quasi-Emperor's Realm Wind and the Great Movement Technique to roll up the densely packed people below and rush straight to the west.
“Whoops——”
The sky was covered with blood clouds, and a big hand from the sky grabbed the two quasi-emperors and tens of millions of people.
"Zhenjun Xuhai, why are you so aggressive?"
Ye Miaojin stepped forward, with forty-eight Zhoutian Dao Fruits swaying behind her, endless blessings, her aura increased dozens of times, and she The pressure in the four directions creaked, tearing countless gaps. He stretched out his two fingers, and the powerful power of Hunyuan, the true water of heaven and earth, and the pure air of the emperor turned into one finger.
"Boom——"
The big hand falling from the sky suddenly shattered.
In the sea of clouds in the sky, the huge eyes became clearer, like two monstrous flames, and a hoarse and rude voice came faintly: "You little girl, you are so powerful. In just four hundred years, you are already close to Wuji practice." Dao Yazitai, what magic medicine did you take?”
As he said. As he spoke, five huge figures appeared near his eyes. They were all dressed in Taoist robes and whisks, with faces like gods and noses like hanging gallbladders. The seven-yuan quasi-immortal emperor was Dong Dou's fortune-teller and the life-protecting star king; West Dou The name of the star is the star that protects the body; the six divisions of the South Dou are the star that prolongs life; the Nine Emperors of the Beidou is the star that relieves misfortune; the leader of the middle Dou is the star that protects life.
Wudou Xingjun is different from other seven-yuan quasi-immortal emperors. He seems to be favored by the stars. In the past few hundred years, his body has been killed several times, and he can be resurrected every time.
Ye Miaojin frowned and scolded softly: "Jiuhai, Yesu, Chunyuanjun, Wushan Dermatitis, Wushandong, hurry up!"
Chunyuanjun, Chen Jiuhai and Ye were fighting with the heavenly soldiers and generals in the distance! A group of big and small yuan masters and ordinary Wu Xuan soldiers gathered together. After hearing this, they did not hesitate to fight and quickly pursued the two quasi-emperors in Liufeng.
The eyes in the sky sneered: "They left as soon as they left. If they kill you, a girl who is qualified to become an emperor in this world, you can explain it to the eldest prince!"
As he spoke, A blood-colored heavenly sword hangs down from the sky. In the middle, one becomes two, two becomes three, and three becomes one hundred thousand, filling the entire sky. Not only that, two true seas of void surround it from below and above.
As for the Five Dou Xingjun, a huge wheel of merit appeared behind his back. His feet shook and he flicked his fly whisk. Five mountains fell from the sky and smashed him on his head.
There was a hint of haze in Ye Miaojin's beautiful eyes, and she flew back thousands of miles in the air. Her shoulders trembled, and the forty-eight Zhoutian Dao Fruits shone brightly behind her. The five emperors turned into five hazy shadows, overwhelming the common people with a terrifying force. The aura sweeping across the sky and the earth can make her invincible, whispering: "Huanglang Taiyuan, the emperor's rhyme in the world, and the Zhoutian Dao, all follow my heart, Ye Miaojin! Urgent!"
"Buzzing" ——"
An unheard-of divine light of the great avenue fell from all directions and the distant sky, turning into a sea of great avenues, suspended behind her. For a moment, the momentum reached its peak, transcending the world and becoming a saint. She shot lightly. Throw out a palm.
"Boom——"
The world was turned upside down, the space exploded, the rolling divine wind of the avenue rushed straight ahead and crushed, the bloody swords all over the sky shattered, the sea of void dissipated, and the five mountains turned into powder.
"What is this? What is this? Where did you get this, you little girl?"
The Eight-Yuan Quasi-Immortal Emperor Xuhai Zhenjun in the sky sounded horrified, "Back off, back off!"
>It's too late!
Five Dou Xingjun and the five others could not bear the divine light of the great avenue. They vomited blood and staggered thousands of miles.
Countless heavenly soldiers and generals screamed and fell like dumplings, their souls flying away.
The eyes in the sky also fled in panic.
Ye Miaojin's face turned slightly pale, her feet were floating, she staggered, and rushed straight to the west. In the blink of an eye, she swept a hundred thousand miles away, and a huge mountain and river appeared in front of her, Boundary Mountain.
At the entrance of Boundary Mountain, an ancient Buddhist formation emits magnificent Buddhist light.
A group of Buddhist disciples and a large number of warriors were waiting anxiously, and they were relieved when they saw her arrival. Wushan Shenjun came up to her and looked her up and down: "Disciple, are you okay?"
Ye Miaojin endured the discomfort and said indifferently: "The heavenly soldiers and generals have temporarily retreated, what's the matter?"
A great Buddha stepped forward and clasped his palms together: "Amitabha, all the warriors and people of the Northern Underworld Divine Realm are also here. Retreating to our Xiniu Territory, the Northern Underworld Divine Territory suffered heavy losses, with less than a hundred thousand warriors and less than 20 million mortals!"
This is an extremely terrible damage ratio. There are hundreds of trillions of mortals and thousands of people in one territory! All the warriors were almost slaughtered.
The surrounding Buddhas and warriors were silent when they heard the words.
The ancestor of Liufeng looked at the desolate ruins of the Donghua Ming Domain in the distance, and sighed, with a tone of indescribable vicissitudes and loneliness: "The world is withered, this domain is lost, I don't know when and what month we can find it. Back!”
The surrounding Buddhas and warriors were silent, fearing that they could not be found, and the area was wiped out. This was unprecedentedly cruel in the hundreds of thousands of years of immortal martial arts wars. Once the immortals moved the people from the cultivation world, within a hundred years, There is no place for anyone to stand on earth anymore.
Thinking of this, countless Buddhas and warriors couldn't bear the sadness in their hearts. They tried their best, fought for hundreds of years, and tried every method, but there was really nothing they could do!
“Let’s go!”
Wu Shan Shenjun said.
Everyone walked slowly towards the depths of the boundary mountain, turning back three times with each step, full of lingering and intolerance, and finally turned into a long sigh.
Entering the Xiniu Sanctuary, the sky was gloomy and the earth was also broken and desolate. However, compared to the broken and collapsed Donghua Mingyu, it was much better. Countless foreign mortals were scattered in all directions under the arrangement of the empire in this region.
At this moment, a helpless and sad cry came from the north: "The Nanyun Spiritual Realm is lost! The Northern Underworld Divine Realm is lost! The Western Confucian Realm is lost! The Donghua Ming Realm is also lost, and there are only With Xiniu and Zhongyu left, what hope is there? Come to the Emperor, the disciple is guilty, the disciple is guilty!”
Everyone looked around and saw tens of thousands of Wu Xuan soldiers with torn clothes and dusty faces, surrounded by four or five quasi-emperor ancestors. One of them was crying bitterly. An old man with white beard and hair was crying, vomiting blood, and beating his chest and feet.
Everyone couldn't help but feel sad.
At this time, a monk in white robes with a face like a crown of jade and an extraordinary appearance suddenly walked out of the distance. Before he could get closer, he bowed: "Poor monk Lingzhe, everyone is polite!"< br>
Patriarch Liufeng nodded: "You're welcome, eminent monk!"
Monk Lingzhe said: "Ananda Buddha invites you to go to Daleiyin Temple to discuss together how to resist the Jiutian Mountains and Seas, please!"
As he said that, he also looked at the group of Wu Xuan soldiers and the crying quasi-emperor in the north, shook his head and said: "It's the one who retreated from the Northern Ming God Realm. The one who cried is the Blood Moon Divine Lord, who holds the imperial weapon Qingshan Sword and guards the Northern Ming God Realm. Quasi-Emperor of the Eighth Stage of Wuji Taoism,
The God King has guarded Beiming for four hundred years. He has spent all his efforts and tried his best countless times, but in the end he was unable to stop Xian Ni's attack. Beiming has been lost. Let's go first. , I’ll go and persuade you!”
Ye Miaojin, Liu Feng, Wushan Shenjun and Chunyuanjun all nodded and headed to the Western Great Leiyin Temple.
They had just arrived at the 100,000-year-old Buddhist temple where the light of Buddha filled the sky and suffocated all directions. Behind them, Monk Lingzhe and a group of people led by Lord Blood Moon also arrived.
At this time, I saw 300,000 Buddhist soldiers sitting cross-legged in the Daleiyin Temple. The Buddha's light on their bodies was strong and fierce and domineering. In the main hall in the middle, there were hundreds of ancient Buddhas, and seven of them had Buddhas behind them. Surrounded by the Buddha's relics, they are all newly promoted quasi-emperor Buddhas in the past few hundred years.
No wonder Buddhism is so powerful. No one dares to believe this fact.
In the square in front of the Main Hall, there are already tens of thousands of martial arts masters sitting cross-legged. A group of Xin Zhuo’s acquaintances from the local Sandao Mountains include Chen Jingzhe and others from the local Sandao Mountain, Yang Yangshan Huai and others, Yuan Shiyuan Miaoyin and others, Mrs. Yao's family, Zhenwu Sect, Xuanwu Palace, Bahuang Mountain, Yuxian Sect, etc., and even Dongtian masters from the seven holy places of Tianquan, Tianshu and Tianji who arrived first from Donghua Mingyu All present.
One of them, who looks like he is in his twenties, has martial virtues and spiritual protection. Although he has done nothing and even lowers his eyebrows, he is a bit low-key, but he is powerful and powerful. He rushes in all directions, infinitely. The momentum at the peak of the Seventh Stage of Dao Training is eye-catching.
Ye Miaojin's group and Blood Moon Lord's group fell down, and a group of Buddhas and tens of thousands of warriors saluted.
The young man also had a smile on his face: "Xia Yunzizai, I have met you all!"
As soon as he finished speaking, the charm of martial virtue around him was faintly related to the Qingqi of the Five Emperors on Ye Miaojin. The struggle for glory formed a vast ripple between the two.
This scene was unexpected by many people, and they couldn’t help but look at it.
Although Yun Zi retreated and retreated again and again, laughing repeatedly, Ye Miaojin looked at him with a strong sense of oppression.
"Amitabha!"
Fortunately, from the depths of the Mahavira Hall, an old and weak Buddha's name came, breaking up the struggle for luck between the two.
Everyone couldn't help but salute: "Ananda Buddha!"
The voice deep in the main hall did not respond, but it was a man wearing a red Buddha skirt, with his hair tied up in a high bun, obviously looking handsome and playful. The ancient Buddha, a woman who looked very precious and solemn, came out, sat cross-legged on a futon, and recited the Buddha's name: "Poor monk Zhizhu, on behalf of the family master, I will discuss the war with you!"
Wushan Shenjun glanced at it Deep in the main hall, he said: "I dare to ask the ancient Buddha Zhizhu. I heard that the strongest quasi-emperor is fighting a decisive battle with the nine immortals in the void world. Why is Ananda Buddha back? Could it be..."
Could it be that they lost over there?
If the ancestors of the strongest quasi-emperors also lose, I am afraid that there will be no hope in this world.
The densely packed martial arts masters looked at each other, and their hearts sank.
Zhizhu Ancient Buddha chuckled: "No! Master Rushan, the Immortal Old Man, Master Jie Shanhai, Master Mo, Kasyapa, Anji, Jidao Tianzun, Emperor Wangchuan Wu and Master Imperial Master, all He is a half-step emperor and the most powerful person in the world, and he has not been at a disadvantage yet. The master was injured and returned to recuperate, and he will go back soon!"
Everyone was relieved!
Zhizhu Ancient Buddha said again: "Now the mortals, warriors, and aliens from the Void World and the Western Confucian Territory have all entered the Central Territory. People from Donghua and Beiming have come to the Xiniu Holy Territory. In the world...only two people, Xiniu and Zhongyu, are left. Territory!"
The tone was lonely and pitiful, obviously feeling uneasy.
Everyone looked at each other, feeling sad and speechless for a long time.
At this moment, a purple-robed Great Yuan Lord stood up and said: "In these thousands, thousands of years, who said that we should never give up and never give up in the decisive battle with the immortals? As a result, we lost a domain Another domain, whose fault is it?”
The more he spoke, the more excited he became: “We will die as soon as we die, and if we die, we will die. Now there are only two domains left, what’s the point? There are still so many immortal rebels that we can’t win... There are no heroes in the world!”
A Confucian Great Yuan Master also stood up and said: "It is enough to die in the morning after hearing the Tao. I don't know what the meaning of this world is now!"
"If you want to blame it, you should also blame Nanyun Lingyu, blame it. Fuqing Heavenly King Song Dingyuan, blame Zhenwu Heavenly King Xin Zhuo!"
The Purple-robed Great Yuan Master was furious: "Nanyun Spiritual Realm made a good start, but lost it after a hundred years of war, it was them..."
“Shut up!”
The majestic ancient Zhizhu Buddha suddenly scolded, his beautiful eyes red with tears faintly shining: “The Zhenwu Heavenly King you are talking about died hundreds of years ago. , are you still not satisfied if you refuse to retreat?”
Buddhas and warriors from all directions looked at the Ancient Buddha of Zhizhu in surprise.
The ancient Zhizhu Buddha realized that he had lost his words, and immediately clasped his palms together: "Amitabha!"
The purple-robed Great Yuan Lord was stunned for a moment, and obviously did not expect that the ancient Zhizhu Buddha would be furious. , couldn't help but walked to the distance lonelyly, raised a jar of old wine, took two sips, choked with sobs and said: "Four For a hundred years, hundreds of millions of warriors were killed and injured, almost all ordinary people died, and all four regions were lost. It was a shame and humiliation that had never been seen in hundreds of thousands of years..."
You can hear the needle drop in front of the Main Hall, and countless people look up to the sky. , it was hard to say for a long time, but in fact, the battle between Xianwu and Xianwu had reached this point, and it was already completely lost!
There is no hope at all!
At this moment, three figures suddenly flew staggeringly from the distance and landed on the ground. They were none other than Changsheng Zhibei, Prince Zhi and Taoist Cihang. The three of them were panting like cattle. They must have traveled a long distance.
The two Great Yuan Masters Chen Yuanyi and Zhi Yangzi of Ku Linghai stood up quickly: "Prince Zhi, where did you come from?"
Prince Zhi said feebly: "Nanyun The spiritual realm has not been lost yet!”
“What?”
A large number of Buddhas and countless warriors stood up, shocked: “What did you say?”
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Since the three quasi-emperors of Fuqing Tianwang and the remaining tens of thousands of Wuxuan soldiers in Nanyun Lingyu retreated, only Xin Zhuo was left. For more than three hundred years, there has been no news, and not even a mortal has been rescued. Everyone in the world knows that That field has been lost without any doubt.
Prince Zhi’s words...
Changsheng Zhibei sounded excited and held his hands in a salute: "Xin Zhuo, the Zhenwu Heavenly King, alone guards the Nanyun Spiritual Domain and has fought hard against Xian Ni for three to four hundred years. One husband He stood guard and refused to give in, and he is still guarding it.”
(End of this chapter)