Chapter 134 The boundless sea of ink
About ten days later, Zhong Shan's study is in the middle.
"Holy King, these days, everything in the West is very calm, and nothing big happens!" Shen Gongbao said.
"No, something big is about to happen!" Zhong Shan said with an affirmative face.
"Oh?" Everyone looked at Zhong Shan incomprehensible.
"I feel that Yuan Shi has arrived nearby!" Zhong Shan said.
feel? Zhong Shan naturally felt Kui'er. Since Yuan Shifan, where Kui'er was nearby, Yuan Shi must have arrived nearby. Zhongshan did not say the reason, but everyone unconditionally chose to believe it.
"The beginning of the Yuan Dynasty is coming? So...!" Jin Peng's eyes lit up.
"Youlan Taoist field, there will be trouble!" Shen Gongbao nodded.
Zhong Shan and his party are located near the Youlan Taoist temple. Yuanshi Tianzun came. What else can he do? Naturally, it is the throne of Zulong's secret place.
At this moment, Youjiang Daochang did welcome the first uninvited guest.
On the [Guang] field above the highest mountain in the center of the Youlan Taoist field, at this moment, a large number of disciples of the Youlan Taoist field are waiting for the battle.
The blue saint even shook his long sleeves and stepped out with the twelve disciples. Each of them looked extremely gloomy. The blue saint thought that there might be this day, but he didn't expect it to be so soon.
These days, the Blue Saints have also heard their where they came from from the weak in the world.
Big Thousand World? What kind of place is that? Stronger than our world?
Zulong's secret world? Is your own world just a world created by the saints of the world? Impossible!
The world you are proud of is actually created by the world? And is he, a saint, just a doll? Can heaven and earth be created? The blue saint constantly rejects this possibility in his heart.
Stepping, with a deep anger, the blue saint looked at a gorgeous gray-robed man floating in the opposite mid-air.
The man's face looks extremely clean. His long hair is also very elegantly combed in the back. The face is indifferent, and you can't see the joy and anger.
"Who are you?" He shouted quietly beside him.
"Sit down" to live.!" The blue saint said in a low voice.
"Yes!" The quiet heart stopped talking immediately.
and the other eleven second-generation disciples of Youlan Dojo looked at each other with a hostile face.
"Who are you?" The blue saint asked in a low voice.
Although the blue saint drank the quiet heart and asked the same question, the meaning of the same question from different populations is also different. The "blue saint asked in person" gave the other party enough respect.
"My humble Mo Zhai!" The man in gray said lightly.
"The saint of the world, Mozi?" The pupil of the blue saint shrank.
Not long ago, after the weak people in the world were caught and asked, "I naturally remembered a lot of names. This Mozi is one of them, the saint of the world.
"It's my humble!" Mozi said lightly.
The blue saint's face darkened.
"I don't know why Mozi came to my Youlan Dojo!" The Youlan saint solemnly said.
"You must know that the heroes of the world gather in this secret place of ancestral dragons!" Mozi said lightly.
"So what?" The blue saint said in a low voice.
"I heard that your ancestor immortals are the strongest among the five saints in the secret land of Zulong." Mozi said lightly.
"Eight Heavens of the Ancestors? Sorry, I don't understand what you're saying. In this world, "My cultivation has reached great perfection!" The blue saint shook his head and said.
"Great success? Ha ha, the first person to enter is the saint of Guiguzi. He told Ying that you are the ancestor immortal eight heavens, which can't be wrong. Your so-called ancestor immortals are perfect. In our world, it can only be the ancestor immortals and eight heavens. In the big thousand world, the ancestor immortals can only be regarded as just entering There is still a lot of time left from the top ancestral immortals, and the further it goes on, the more difficult it is to practice, and in the world of the world, there is no perfect existence of the ancestral immortals!" Mozi shook his head and said.
"What do you mean?" The blue saint said in a low voice.
"In the world of the world", even if the throne is placed in front of you, the ancestral immortal eight heavens are not qualified to enjoy it, because the ancestral immortals must reach more than nine heavens to be eligible to enjoy the throne. Uh-huh, you must have guessed that Gui Guzi, who had two moves with your opponent at the beginning, "His cultivation is higher than yours, right?" Mozi said in a low voice.
"So what? In this world, I am the saint!" The blue saint's face is not good.
"What I want to say is that there are many strong people who are comparable to Guiguzi's cultivation and even stronger!" Mozi said in a low voice.
The blue saint's eyelids jumped wildly.
What kind of strength does Guiguzi have? The blue saint is clear. At the beginning, he mobilized the power of heaven and earth. Under the invincible situation, he only defeated Guiguzi, and Guiguzi was not even injured at all.
There are still many more? And there are people who are stronger than Guiguzi?
There seems to be a big stone in the heart of the blue saint.
"After entering the secret world of Zulong, do you know what the strongest people want first?" Mozi said lightly.
"Our throne?" The blue saint said in a low voice. The fists gradually clenched.
"Yes, I want to say that with your cultivation, you can't keep the throne. Don't give up earlier! Give us those who really need it!" Mozi said very directly.
"Son of a bastard!" He shouted quietly. He shouted.
For a while, the group of the blue holy land was excited to seize the holy throne. It was so blatant, too arrogant, too bastard.
The blue saint waved his hand and stopped the scolding disciples.
"What if I don't allow it?" The blue saint said coldly.
"I don't like to be enemies. I'm good advice and have a good relationship with you. No one else will be as easy to talk to me!" Mozi shook his head and said.
"Hum" If you want to take my holy throne, show your ability. Well, let me give up the throne, joke!" The blue saint shouted angrily.
"In that case, then you can see what means people in my world have, as for whether what I say is good or bad! You can judge by yourself after you see it!" Mozi said lightly.
"Okay, I'll see, what means do you have, sage of the world!" The blue saint flew up with a swing of his sleeve.
Mozi smiled faintly and grabbed his hand. Suddenly, a large amount of black fog suddenly appeared in the void. The fog gathered in Mozi's hand and turned into a drop of ink.
Mozi took this drop of ink to the ground.
"The sea of the storm is boundless!", "Bunnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnn!"
In all directions, a vast sea suddenly appeared, black to the sea, as if the whole sea was formed by ink, vast and boundless. In a blink of an eye, it flooded the whole blue holy land, the mountains and rivers of the four directions, and the world.
In a blink of an eye, "Mozi and the blue saint are like stepping on the boundless Black Sea" the strong smell of ink rushed to the sky.
The Mohai Sea is still rising crazily, and the sea level continues to rise, as if to drown the surrounding world.
The powerful move shocked the heart of the blue saint as soon as he came up, picked it in his hand, the starry sky darkened, and the huge force rushed to Mozi.
"Boomnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnn!"
The two peerless men fought in a blast.
Far away" on the edge of the Mohai.
Zhong Shan and a group of subordinates stood in a valley and watched quietly. The sea level continues to rise in the distance, but it does not flow in all directions. It looks extremely strange.
"I didn't expect Mozi to be so strong!" Shen Gongbao said in a low voice.
"How strong is it?" Zhong Shan asked.
"This hand "life world" is a bit like a sword world of Jian Ao, but it seems that it is still a little hot. Jian Ao specializes in kendo, and turning hands like this to form a world's grand battlefield, which can only be done by people who reach more than ten heavens of the ancestral immortals." Shen Gongbao said affirmatively.
"That is to say, Mozi is at least ten heavens of ancestral immortals now?" Zhong Shan asked in a low voice.
"Yes!" Shen Gongbao nodded.
"The cultivation is more than two days higher than the blue saint, but the blue saint can mobilize the power of heaven and earth." Zhong Shan smiled faintly and was full of curiosity about the battle.
Zhong Shan also knew that in the dark, there was a Yuanshi Tianzun waiting. I don't know if there was anyone else waiting besides Yuanshi Tianzun.
"It's really unlucky to be a saint here!" Jin Peng said with a smile.
The void shakes, the Black Sea roars, Mozi can't mobilize the power of heaven and earth, but his understanding of the heavenly way must be stronger than that of the blue saint. Mozi even mobilized the power of fifteen heavenly ways in this battle. The battle kept roaring.
The whole battle lasted for three days and three nights.
"Boomnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnn!"
Three days later, the Black Sea exploded, and the dark ink suddenly disappeared.
The space in the distance was broken, but it soon recovered... Mozi stood in the air. The corner of his clothes was a little broken, the blue saint stood opposite, and there was also a lot of broken corners of his clothes. A [Xing] flashed in his eyes, but it was more a kind of helplessness, a face of [Xing]
Youlan Taoist court, after a baptism of Mohai, the disciples of Youlan Saint looked at Mozi with a frightened face. But it was more [Xing], because the master won.
How is that possible? Obviously not a saint, how can it be so powerful?
Mozi looked at the Blue Saint: "Yes, you are stronger than me with the power of heaven and earth." However, you have to remember that as long as there are two people who are as strong as I am, you will not win!" He shook his head, and the Blue Saint said sincerely, "Thank you for reminding, but I will still protect what belongs "I hope you can take care of yourself! I'm just the beginning!" Mozi nodded. He said.
Mozi is no longer entangled and shoots in one direction.
At this moment, after the Youlan saint saw Mozi leave, he breathed a long breath, and then showed a strange smile. He didn't know whether it was self-deprecating or a wry smile.
"Master! You won!" quietly shouted immediately.
The blue saint shook his head and said, "The world? Alas, I don't know how long I can hold on!" "Since I can't hold on for a long time, I'd better give up! I won't give you advice like Mo Zhai. Why don't you give up the throne, or die!" A voice suddenly came.
The voice is more domineering than Mozi.
Mozi is defeated by the Blue Saint, and this voice clearly emphasizes that not giving up is death.
After seeing the battle just now, is he sure to defeat the Blue Saint?
Everyone looked up.
A man in white stood in the air, holding a black flag in his hand, his eyes were cold, and a high momentum pressed on the blue saint.
"Who are you?" The blue saint said coldly.
In the distance, the land of the mountain forest.
When Zhong Shan saw another person coming out, he immediately said, "Go and ask Jian Ao out of the customs. Yuan Shi is already impatient."