Chapter 127 126. Why fear a battle
In this world, Taihang, the island in the middle of the lake.
Myolie Chu sat on a branch, looking up at the strange phantoms changing on the clouds.
Dappled colors cover the sky and stretch far into the distance. Even beyond Chu Xing'er's field of vision, it was still the same color.
The outlines of towering mountains and palaces can be vaguely seen in the eerie phantom.
These shadows appear and disappear, swaying in the equally illusory heavy rain. The huge dragon-shaped arrow is in it, as if it wants to knock the palace down to the ground.
It's already the third day.
She didn't know the reason for Chi Jiao's trip, so she took a huge risk to go to another small world.
There may be sufficient preparations, but in the current environment, it is not so much the preparations or back-ups as it is the fact that one's own strength is strong enough.
The dragon shape suppresses the humanoid shadows rising up in the palace. Occasionally, the thunder flickers out, reflecting the hideous shadows that look like scales.
Many visitors have entered Taihang in the past few days. Obviously, this cross-border fight has attracted many creatures.
Maybe curious, maybe coveted, maybe reverent.
Myolie Chu doesn’t care, as long as those creatures who step into Taihang abide by the rules here, she will not chase them away.
Qingyan and Chijiao's judgment was correct. She was not good at killing, but they never said that she was not good at converting.
The ginkgo and Buddha's hand use the tree to ferry people.
The girl looked at the projection of the battle in the sky in the distance, feeling rare and solemn.
"Amitabha." She chanted the Buddha's name in a low voice, bathing in the golden light of the ginkgo leaves, as if she were plated with a true Buddha's robe, although the robe seemed a bit bulky.
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In the heavy rain, the golden candle remains constant.
The emperors within the Taoist tradition are fighting hard.
With the melodious sound of the flute, the inscription-killing formation within the Taoist line fell silent as this demon king manifested his ancestor's method.
At the same time, heavy rain continued for three days and three nights, suppressing the Imperial Domain.
And in the sword array formed by the golden sword and the red sword, the mist falls and flowers bloom in the morning and dusk. The sixteen ancient swords on the periphery roared. Where is the sword energy? This is the vertical and horizontal energy of heaven and earth! Tear apart the palace, the mountains, and the bodies of their comrades to plow this green lock!
The red dragon wrapped around the moonlight river and took charge of the killing formation.
Having lost the imperial realm, they still had methods and weapons, but the Ji Palace weapon's natal weapon hit the dragon's body, and most of the force was blocked by the surging river, unable to cause any damage. The only thing that remained unchanged was the bronze cauldron above the dragon's head. Apart from the running creatures, it had never participated in the battlefield from beginning to end. The Deer King standing at the mouth of the cauldron only occasionally cast cold eyes on them.
The bronze tripod is carving, carving out the appearance of this world.
Including them.
There was another fierce sword energy, and the spiritual energy surged.
Emperor Fu'an covered the wound on his left chest and backed away, his old brows tightly knitted. Even if the Qingsuo Mountain Killing Formation is gone and the bone statues are silent, they and their eight emperors who have been in the Supreme Palace for a long time should not be in such a mess even if they are defeated by an invincible one.
This strange rain suppressed the imperial realm, which was extremely important to the emperor, and there was nowhere to use his magical powers.
The sound of rain was mixed with ancient rhythms, and when the emperor raised his head, he could see the golden flute hanging high in the sky. The ancient scriptures circulate and intertwine, and their radiance is particularly obvious in the dim rainy day.
This true artifact is evolving itself, calling for the bone image. If successful, the eight true bone statues will shatter the stars.
The old emperor shuddered.
"Why!" he yelled.
"Tell me, Xiao! Why didn't the Master come back? Why did the Master want to destroy this place?"
"All nine states have been destroyed. Shouldn't this be the Master's last home? Why do you want to destroy it?"
The golden dongxiao never responded.
A living dragon can bring the Master's natal weapon to the Qingsuo Realm. The emperors know exactly what happened.
But unwillingness, disbelief, and anger.
The Green Suo Realm is the orthodoxy of Hengxiao Jinni. Why does his natal weapon summon the bone statue to destroy this realm?
The red dragon raised its head and the void cracked.
Seven ferocious arms stretched out, one held up the bronze cauldron, and the other two held the Lixia Sword Formation. The remaining arm followed and took off into the air, stopping at the same height as Dong Xiao. After these eight arms appeared, the oppression the emperors felt became even more terrifying.
The land shrouded in rain seems to have all belonged to the dragon.
The golden candlelight swept across the emperors, and there was no sneer, no sarcasm, nothing on their bronze bones. Is this how the original bamboo basket soul collection destroyed his own orthodoxy? Destroy those disciples and disciples who respected him, and destroy the land that held millions of memories. Only the ancestors at the true level can clearly realize the filth. These emperors, Yang Shen, and even all the disciples in the Taoist lineage will not realize that they have changed.
They are still who they were before.
Wake up and conquer the nine states in the present world, following in the footsteps of the ancestors and raising the battle flag again.
To them it is a matter of course. The way of thinking has quietly changed, just like those unshakable ones, the mission of protecting the nine states in the world has been abandoned, and they have turned to coveting the spiritual energy of the land in the world. After thousands of years, they want to achieve the law here and be called the Holy Spirit. .
The truly awakened ancestors were unable to resist and could only destroy everything.
They made this decision unanimously. Li Xi'an took a long breath and stirred up a strong wind, causing the rain curtain to sway with his breathing.
Where does the source of pollution come from? Is it really invincible, ineradicable, and can only be destroyed and destroyed?
His rain and his fire can wash away the filth.
But it is far from enough for the current situation, just like a drop of water dropped into a blazing flame, it is instantly evaporated.
Suddenly, extremely violent thoughts poured into Li Xi'an's mind, making him seriously think about the use of destruction. Inflicting real destruction was an extremely correct approach.
"Bang——!"
An arm took over the river from the dragon's body, and in the next moment golden fire ignited along the dragon's rugged back.
White mist steamed up, covering Li Xi'an's huge body.
Someone was whispering in the darkness, until the golden fire dispersed the darkness, and the whispering shadows turned into black smoke.
The ghost-like copper bone surface tore through the white mist, and the golden candle jumped over the waiting emperors to gaze at the world. Under the rain curtain, countless black smoke spread out, like the tails of snakes, and like fine hair extending from the earth.
Even if his domain stops watering the land all the time, it is still close to sinking.
The iron scales clasped together, and the golden candle fell on the emperors again.
His thoughts stretched for a moment before those things seeped in. He needed to end it as soon as possible. The previous thinking is a direction, but this direction can only be left in the future. Now, he only does one thing.
kill.
The ancient proverbs mixed with the release of rain curtains resounded over Qingsuo Mountain.
Taihang Baxing is forming the Dharma seal. The mysterious mark stirred up an extremely turbulent spiritual energy tide, and the weak disciples could not resist at all and had to kneel down.
"The Jade Hand of Creation?" An emperor asked in surprise.
"A magical seal that is no weaker than the Jade Hand of Creation!" Emperor Fu'an's voice was horribly low.
The Dharma Seal of Taihang Baxing.
Li Xi'an used the Zhou method to deduce the improved magical power of hand seals adapted to Taihang Bajing. There are still many remaining shadows of the jade hand of creation, which were recognized by the emperors who had seen them.
Covering the heaven and earth, giving life and death!
"Everyone!" Emperor Fu'an shouted, "The Master wants us to die, and we have no complaints!"
"And this dragon's Taoism reaches the sky, holds the master's cave flute, and kills Qingsuo Mountain with blood flowing into a river. Do we want to be killed by our necks?"
"Hahahaha!" Someone laughed, with blood bleeding from the corner of his mouth, and his whole body was full of spiritual energy.
"The Master took action himself and I kept my face, so this dragon was spared!"
The emperors sacrificed their vessels and faced the descending Taihang Eighth Gates.
In the air, the rhythm of the dongxiao played to a climax, pushing it to its peak.
The skin of the emperors turned pale unconsciously, and their spiritual energy boiled. This battle had no great meaning. If the red dragon wanted to take their lives, they would make the red dragon pay the price!
"Why are you afraid of a battle?" the pale humanoids asked.
(End of chapter)