Chapter 227 Centennial Expectation, One Return

Fang Daoming's cultivation is different from when he left this time. Looking at the vast land of China, it is naturally different. The mysterious land of China hangs a lonely starry sky. Within a radius of nearly hundreds of millions of miles, except for the sun, moon and a few stars, it is a complex, curved and twisted endless void.

Qingyixiu was also secretly surprised to see such a scene. In the face of this mysterious place, she finally had a trace of fear: "How can this vast land of China look like this?"

"At that time, the three ancient emperors created this world here and imposed many void prohibitions. I don't know for what the purpose, and every 129,000-600 years old, there was an endless disaster of heaven and earth. Now it has been less than 3,000 years since the next catastrophe of heaven and earth."

"Then how do we get in?"

Fang Daoming took out a pearl of Buddha's relic: "I have a pure yang idea here. I can tear off this heavy ban in an instant, but it is easy to get in and difficult to get out. You can think about it before making a decision, otherwise you will disappear and regret it."

Qing Yixiu smiled and said, "Why, as soon as you and Jian Yixiu go, I can't go!"

"Ha ha, I'm sorry for being poor and talkative, but I'm just worried that the double show of fairy swords will become a unique show."

"Why don't you use such nonsense!"

Fang Daoming let her urge and was not in a hurry: "There are words first. This pure yang idea is only an instantaneous power. The poor road exerts the void to move the array. It can't be slow. You need to take you away for the time being. Don't be angry."

"It's as simple as you want."

Fang Daoming's magic power turned around and quickly took Qingyixiu into the chaotic yuan Shenjing and quickly escape to the vast land of Shenzhou. His pure yang idea was given by the master of Dizang in the Yin Caojie at the beginning, and it has only been used today. It's not that he has never thought of using it as the last trick when he breaks into the outer world in the sky in the future. He is just worried that if he wakes up the sleeping Lord of the Heavenly World and the Lord of the Yin Cao Realm, not only will they not escape, but also provoke the world. The disaster came ahead of schedule. With the improvement of cultivation and the increase of understanding of the starry sky in the universe, he is more and more afraid of the vast land of China founded by the ancient three emperors.

Fang Daoming wrapped the green clothes show in the chaotic yuan divine realm and turned into a espirant light and went straight to the heavenly world. The infinite vast and majestic disaster cloud was getting closer and closer.

Rao is Fang Daoming's cultivation is profound, and his yuan spirit is also slightly unstable. Qingyixiu was even more so, and said in amazedly, "How can it be so powerful!"

Fang Daoming said, "This is nothing. It won't be awesome until we leave here in the future."

Seeing that it was getting closer and closer to the outer world that day, Fang Daoming threw away the Buddhist reli in his hand, and then used the power of the yuan god to completely trigger it. At this moment, the power of this pure yang idea abruptly tore a gap in the outer heaven. The nine sky thunder of the vast land of Shenzhou was faintly visible, Fang Daoming It's just a flash of light and disappears without a trace.

A huge idea suddenly came from the depths of the outer world. In an instant, I searched all the outer worlds, but found that there was nothing abnormal, so I immediately shrank back.

At this time, although the nine sky god thunder and the nine heavenly wind are powerful, they are no longer in the eyes of the Taoist law, but when they see their escape light flash, they have crossed the nine sky god thunder and the nine heavens wind, to the blue sky and white clouds, the beautiful scenery of Shenzhou.

Rao Shifang Daoming's heart was as strong as a rock. At this moment, when he saw the green mountains and green water, there was also a slight spiritual fluctuation. He immediately found the direction and fell to Mingshan, the tunnel of his Taoist gate. However, when he approached Daoming Mountain, he found that his mountain gate was already a bloody battlefield and was going through There has been a big war. Fang Daoming hid into the void and glanced at it. He had already seen the situation and understood the cause and effect.

A blood river about tens of thousands of feet long turned into a sea of blood, surrounding the whole Daoming Mountain. Thousands of miles of land was covered by it. The mountains and rivers covered by this sea of blood are all desolate and there are no creatures. In this surging sea of blood, countless lonely ghosts and ghosts, rise and fall one after another, opening their teeth and dancing their claws, and rushing to the Daoming mountain boundary. However, this sea of blood, hundreds of ghosts and charms are all stopped by huge arrays. In each formation, there is a master of the immortal yuan god to suppress and sit down. The huge Buddha covers the whole Daoming mountain world, the lotus treasure building, and the Buddha spirit soared to the sky, protecting Daoming Mountain and the hanging peak.

Fang Dao sneered and secretly, and the murderousness became stronger and stronger: "Hey, Blood River Gate, Netherworld Hall, I have not yet gone to find your bad luck, but you dare to come to take advantage of the fire and rob. I want you to come and go today!"

In mid-air, there are also three pairs of masters of immortals fighting, namely, the blood river saint against Bai Taiyi of Taiyi sect, the ghost palace king against the position of the master of the ground, and the last pair is a black-robed ghost yuan god covered with a black robe against Situ Donglai in the purple fairy mansion in the East China Sea.

Fang Daoming saw the situation clearly, and the master of Dizang was the most difficult. He not only had to protect Daoming Mountain, but also had to take care of the mountain array, and also fight with the king of the Nether Hall. His cultivation method was better than the King of the Nether Hall, but at this moment, he was distracted by three places, and his opponent was extremely treacherous and slippery. For a moment, he was actually half a catty and eight taels, and the battle was equal. He still pinched a secret of invisibility hidden in the void, but pushed the Daoming Yuanshen sword and fell on the main peak of Daoming Mountain.

The Ming Yuanshen sword turned into a young boy, with a slightly blue face, beautiful eyebrows, a smile at the corners of his mouth, and a clear smile, and then scolded: "Since you are here today, please stay here!"

Everyone present was shocked, and they didn't know how the teenager broke through the mountain protection array and the mountain protection Buddha, let alone whether he was an enemy or a friend. Daomingzong has been respected by Han Qinghui and Ying Wangchen for a hundred years. After a hundred years of hard practice, these two have reached the peak of the immortals and Yuanshen. They are only one step away from understanding the immortals and Yuans. Even they can't see the origin of this teenager, manipulate the array and dare not act rashly.

After drinking, the young man shook his body under the eyes of the public and turned into a pure sword spirit. Then, in the shock of the people, the sword spirit dissipated and turned into 129,000 6,000 swords, covering thousands of miles in an instant, covering the sea of blood and Daoming Mountain.

The 126,000 swords were so clever that they shocked everyone. They looked at each other, that is, practicing swordsmanship. Situ Donglai, the immortal and Yuanshen, was also shocked and dared not act rashly, and even asked himself whether he could catch this pure sword.

Master Dizang secretly said that he was not good. He gave up the Lord of the Underworld, left immediately, returned to Daoming Mountain, combined his body and Buddha, doubled the power of the Buddha, and tightly protected the mountain gate. The sea of blood also stopped the attack under the power of the sword. Han Qinghui and others heard that the underground master was secretly summoned and retreated one after another and entered the mountain guardian Buddha of the underground master. The other two immortal Yuans Bai Taiyi and Situ Donglai also came to the left and secretly alerted.

The blood river saint was surprised and shouted, "Who is the holy? Did you come here to make trouble?"

In mid-air, except for the sword power, no one answered. As soon as the ancient tower suddenly jumped out of the void, it instantly raised thousands of miles, covering thousands of miles of land. Ninety-eight chaotic spirits were brushed out of the tower, 18 of which were particularly thick and pure. These eighty air dragons fell into the sea of blood, just like a twist, like turning over the river and the sea. , the blood river hangs upside down like the Tianhe River and goes straight to the tower of creation.

"Amitabha!" Master Dizang gave a Buddha's name, and Di Yunzi and others shouted with joy: "It's the master! The master is back!" Ying Wangchen was also ecstatic: "Second brother!" Only Han Qinghui's nose was sour, and he just muttered: "Fang Daoming."

The saint of the Blood River reacted first, with a strange cry. Seeing that his own magic weapon was about to be collected by the ancient tower, he resisted desperately and wanted to take back the Blood River, but the other party's cultivation was too powerful and futile. The king of the underworld and another ghost god were so frightened that they turned around and wanted to leave, but the 126,000 swords had already sealed the void, and how could they escape?

With a clear smile in mid-air, Fang Daoming escapes from the void and shows his real body. Next to him is a beautiful woman in blue with long hair, who is the beautiful woman in blue.

"See you!" All the disciples of Daoming Sect, led by Han Qinghui and Ying Wangchen, saluted. Fang Daoming gave a courtesy, and then turned to the Holy King of the Blood River and the Lord of the Nether: "The Holy King of the Blood River and the Lord of the Netherworld, when you besieged my Daoming Sect, I have not yet settled accounts with you. You came to take advantage of the fire today. Since you are here, don't leave."

Fang Dao said a word, and then he took action. At the point of his finger, thousands of swords fell into the blood river and cut off his connection with the Holy King of the Blood River. The tower of Creation was rolled in the air, and the torrential blood river rushed to the tower.

The Blood River Saint was suddenly shocked, so angry that the three corpses burst, and the Yuanshen surged wildly. This blood river is the original magic weapon of the whole blood river gate. After the warm sacrifice of the head of the blood river gate and the elders of the past dynasties, it has such a Taoist practice. Unexpectedly, how can it be willing to be lost today?

Fang Daoming said, "Shengjun of the Blood River, don't jump, and come with your life." The ten thousand swords that had been cut into the Blood River suddenly flew out again, transforming into ten thousand sword lotus and sweeping away to the Holy King of the Blood River. The latter looked at this situation and couldn't take it in any case. Even if the Immortal Yuanshen was in vain, he could no longer care about the shock of losing the blood river. He desperately wanted to tear open the void and escape immediately, but the power of his yuan god was far from enough to compare with Fang Daoming. How could he escape?

At this moment, a figure suddenly popped up in the bloody river, and his whole body was red, and he was actually the cultivation of the immortal yuan god. This figure suddenly fought for the damage of the yuan god, shook with all his strength, tore open a gap in the void, and pushed the blood river saint in. "Shengjun, go!"

"Uncle!" The Saint of the Blood River shouted sadly, but he didn't dare to delay. He disappeared into the void in an instant.

Fang Daoming saw that the blood river saint had gone, but he was not in a hurry. The tower of creation fell into the air, put the blood river together with the blood figure, and settled in it. Then his thoughts diverged, attached a pure sword spirit, and also retreated into the void to chase the blood river saint.