Chapter 1371 The ups of the storm

1371 A sudden rise

In the fairyland, on the top of Guangling Mountain, Nongyi Mountain is looking up at the sky. In the sky, the starlight has gradually faded. And the two scorching suns in the air have gradually integrated.

From here, you can see that on the top of the mountain, there are thousands of colorful clouds and countless auspicious clouds, permeate the sky.

"Two-day integration, there should be a result. I don't know whether your majesty will win or lose this time?"

Next to Nongyi Mountain, Gong Zhi also stood with his hands behind his hands, and a trace of sadness flashed in his eyes.

"It is said that this time, under the command of the Ziwei Emperor Palace, 300 million immortal soldiers and dozens of chaotic quasi-saints can be gathered. I don't know if it's true or not?"

In words, it is an infinite sense. Who would have thought that a teenager who rebelled out because of his ancestors was chased and killed by the Fushan Sect.

In just a few hundred years, there will be such achievements!

is already one of the top figures in the flood and famine. It is not only a well-known land fairy like Zhen Yuanzi and the Queen Mother of the West.

Even the saint like Nuwa's back earth, he also faintly listened to his order.

Until now, Gong Zhi has been extremely happy. Even if it is for this Yue Yu's matter, there is no regret for the destruction of the sect.

In the Guangling Sect, it is really a great creation and honor to be able to produce such a peerless figure.

Even if it falls, the once brilliant brilliance will shine on the world.

"300 million immortal soldiers should not be fake. Calculate carefully, those chaotic golden immortals, the dragon underworld. There are more than 300 million soldiers? More than three times! The only thing I'm worried about is this attack on the sky, but I'm afraid it may not be smooth sailing. Recently, I always feel uneasy. Especially just now--"

Thinking of the previous feeling that the sky and the earth seemed to collapse, the sudden thrill of the heart, Nongyi Mountain was still in the dark. Then he shook his head and smiled: "Actually, there is no need to worry. Your Majesty has a deep foundation now. If you win, you can ascend to heaven and earth. If you lose, you won't hurt the foundation!"

Before he finished speaking, he suddenly felt that something was wrong. Turning his head, he saw Chang Binghong, who frowned slightly and looked to the north.

It seemed that he also felt the surprised sight of Nongyi Mountain. At this time, Chang Binghong's eyes were also confused. He turned his head and said, "The spiritual vein over there seems to have changed! No! It should be said that the whole Central Plains and all spiritual veins have changed. It's so strange--"

Several people on the top of the mountain immediately looked at each other in constere. The next moment, the Nongyi Mountain had already aroused his magic power. A water mirror looks into the distance.

Through countless clouds, countless peaks, the water mirror is 400 million miles away, and the image inside is blurred.

At this time, Chang Binghong and Gong Zhi each sacrificed a mana to support the body of Nongyi Mountain.

The water mirror was also clear again, but for a moment, it stopped a billion miles away.

Appearing in front of everyone is an extremely magnificent mountain.

Although it is rich in spiritual power, the land is fertile. However, at this moment, the mountain is still bare.

"North of Chaoge, 600 million miles!"

Mo Jun frowned slightly, and there was a little puzzle in his eyes: "I remember that although the hills are also undulating, such a huge mountain is absolutely untalented. I don't know when it will be generated?"

I suddenly remembered the three pillars in the northwest and south, but I couldn't help but be surprised. Looking at everyone, it's the same at this moment.

"It's nine million feet high, up to the sky, and down to the sky, it's so bold! This should be the reason for the change of the spiritual veins of the Central Plains. I don't know if it's your majesty's handwriting?"

Nongyi Mountain shone through the huge mountain with a water mirror. Gradually, his whole body suddenly trembled. The expression in my eyes is full of incredible color.

"This mountain is the body of a saint! It turned out to be a saint with a broken arm!"

All the people of Guangling Sect, after hearing the words, were shocked and looked into the water mirror one after another.

After watching carefully, I saw that there was a faint jade in the mountain. The breath is so vast that even if it is a billion miles away, it is also faintly sensive.

The shadow is shadowy, as if there are countless avenues in it, which are unfathomable.

"It's really the body of a saint!"

Gong Zhi couldn't help taking a breath, and his eyes changed for a moment: "I don't know which saint fell this broken arm? Who did it? Unexpectedly, it is the pillar of heaven--"

The last sentence of the word "bold" suddenly stopped, since I dared to do it. Then this person is naturally not afraid of the saint's revenge.

Including Nongyi Mountain, everyone was silent for a while. The tide in the chest is surging ups and downs.

Before thinking about it, the feeling of panic. It is almost certain that there must be a battle between saints!

When I have a lot of thoughts and doubts in my heart. Chang Binghong suddenly said again: "The Buddha's power in this broken arm should be the means of Western religion. It's either a pick-up or a pick-up. Looking at the broken arm wound, the law collapses and the cause and effect are broken. It seems to be my Guangling Sect, the sword against the sky--"

Nongyi Mountain shook slightly, and a sudden color gradually appeared in his eyes, but his heart was even more shocked.

In this way, the broken arm that was picked up or connected was actually cut by Yue Yu's own hands?

At this time, Chang Binghong was already looking at the sky from afar, with a trace of strange color in his eyes.

In the soul, it can be faintly perceived. In the thirty-three days, the earth-shaking change.

- Rebuilding the world, this is the divine power of the saint!

"You can even cut off the saint's arm. Most of the time, it has been done! The child who studied hard with me in those years is now a saint--"

In addition to laughing secretly, Chang Binghong also vaguely guessed in his heart that at this moment, there will definitely be a storm in the flood.

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That's where Yue Tianzhu is the first to achieve. The whole Central Plains sects, all well-informed immortal cultivation, are boiling and shaking. The tide is far beyond Chang Binghong's imagination, dozens of times!

In an instant, countless immortals soared into the air one after another, with their eyes in a terrible color, looking at the clouds.

"In the body of a saint, set up Mount Song in the middle! What a great handwriting! Is this going to be with the two Western saints?

"--Is it really the Ziwei Emperor who defeated the sage?"

"It seems that such an anti-sky sword can only be inherited by this Ziwei Emperor. Legend has it that this Guangling sect is unique. There is a sword of the will of heaven, which can control the will of heaven and act on behalf of heaven. A few decades ago, he first killed Kunpeng, and then killed the Styx River. There is also the sword against the sky, which has been mentioned by the elders. It seems to be against the heavens, and it is a naive method. If you don't have great perseverance, you can't get used to it. It also seems to be extremely envious--"

"Isn't the body of the saint said to be immortal and not related to cause and effect? How can you be defeated by the hands of Taishang Jinxian? Is it terrible to open the naive method?

With the passage of time, when the two days are united, under the cloud sky, all the immortal cultivation is also a silence.

Among the many immortal sects, there are also many. There are Daluo Jinxian, Chaos quasi-saint sitting in the town, and they have already peeped into the situation in the wonderful way.

But he was even more stunned, panicked and filled with madness, as if the end had come.

"Unbeen, even Luo Yu was defeated so miserably. He broke his head with a sword and fled with one arm. Tragic passing the number of arguments--"

"When you go to the Golden Wonderland, there is such divine power. If you really ascend the throne of Heaven, that's not bad?"

"Is it possible that the great prosperity of Shinto is really unstoppable? We, the immortal sect, can only bow down to the heavenly court?

"God the Yuan Emperor, a Yuan Emperor! The meaning of Yuan, the beginning! The first emperor of heaven and earth, the true emperor of heaven. The Yuan Emperor is the supreme emperor of the sky, the supreme, so bold!"

"Has Haotian so easy that it has been suppressed? Thirty-three days of reconstruction? Hes! This is the magic of the saint--"

"Isn't that Your Majesty already a saint now?"

The color of surprise is beyond words. Countless Daluo Jinxian and chaotic quasi-saints hidden in the secret world, or in the cave heaven and earth, are all creepy and frightening. They couldn't sit still any longer, and they looked at the day with their eyes.

"——The second wish of the six great wishes, I hope to be the best of heaven and earth! Immortals are different, and they can't be connected. The creatures in the world should also abide by the way of nature! The third wish is that all the Honghuang monks and demons will have a place to stay! I hope to rebuild the sky for thirty-three days and always be the paradise! In this way, in this world, I'm afraid it will be difficult for us to survive again. Since then, it has really been separated from heaven and man!"

"-If it can be repaired in those thirty-three days, it will indeed be far better than the world. It's just that I'm a little reluctant to give up on this human world!"

"It's okay to move to heaven, but how can we recruit disciples? Isn't it that we need to rely on the heavenly court for the inheritance of many other Taoist veins? How can it be as he intended?

"How dare you not follow? Three hundred million soldiers will be conquered, the three saints. It is the interpretation of the second religion, with the protection of saints, but I'm afraid it will be turned into powder! Who can resist this time?

"If you hold the list of gods, you are in charge of destiny! Who dares to go against the sky and lose their own merit and luck?

"Unable to stop the four saints from ascending to the throne of the emperor. In this world, I'm afraid that only Hongjun Daozu can suppress this emperor of heaven!"

Countless immortal cultivation, three or five groups, gathered in one place. Either the face is full of joy, or the face is sad. What's more, he looked angry.

At this moment, in the West, in Hezhou, in Xumi Mountain, there are countless Bodhisattvas with a gloomy expression.

All the twelve thousand nineteen thousand six hundred arhats, ten thousand spirit eight hundred King Kong, all with mournful faces.

In the whole Xiniu Hezhou, there are countless Buddhists crying in unison, and their hearts are saddened by the saints.

To guide the Taoist, he is still on the top of Mount Sumeru, and next to him is the Eight Treasures of Merit Pool.

It's just today that there is no previous dazzling light, and there are only nine pieces of golden lotus under my feet.

"Did you even lose that Luohu? It's really a waste of hope, the wisdom of ghosts and gods--"

With a murmuring, the lead looked at his broken arm again, and his expression was complicated for a moment. Then his mind moved slightly and he looked ahead.

"But my brother is back?" RO