Chapter 417 Masters Gather

A sentence from Hantai completely confirmed what Lu Zihan thought. She was silent and knew that she had no fate with Taigu Tongmen Wudaojuan. A complete enlightenment scroll, the existence of Tianshu level, even the largest religion in the Honghuang Fairyland will fight for it. Their burning religion is not a great religion, and naturally they do not have the strength to compete with those well-known sects.

Zhuge Bliang glanced at all the people present. These people are masters. In Kyushu, they are definitely characters who can cover the sky by waving their hands. Zhuge Bluliang felt as small as dust.

"Hm? Is he Fan Xiu?" Tiantai noticed that Zhuge was not bright and said unexpectedly.

Lu Zihan said, "Yes, when I met the leader of the night bat beast before, this friend saved Xiao Mu."

Zhuge Butang was on guard in his heart, but out of etiquette, he still arched his hand to Xingtai.

Tangtai glanced at Zhuge Buteng and didn't say anything. He just nodded lurely.

"Boom!"

At this time, there was a sudden loud noise, and the ruins below were thunderous, and three figures rushed out of it. These three were the top masters of the three major sects who had entered the underground to explore before. These three people are terrible, but at this moment, they are all injured and fly to the sky and avoid them from afar.

"That's... The three major descendants of the Eight Wasteland Religion!" Lu Zihan said in surprise.

The Eight Wasteland Religion, the largest religion in the Honghuang Fairyland, is in full bloom. The founder of the school is an immortal-level figure, but mysteriously disappeared 20,000 years ago. However, it left great creation for future generations, so the Eight Wasteland Religion can stand in the position of the first religion in the Honghuang Fairyland. It has become the leading force of the great religion.

The Twelve Sutras of the Great Wilderness of the Eight Wilderness Religion, known as the first enlightenment scroll of the whole Wilderness Fairyland, are yearning for by all practitioners in the Honghuang Fairyland. However, those who can peep at the Twelve Classics of the Great Wilderness must be in the realm of the Taoist rhyme, otherwise it is difficult to understand the perception of the Twelve Classics of the Great Wilderness.

These three people are the three descendants of the Eight Wasteland Religion and are the core figures of the Eight Wasteland Religion. At this time, they were so scarred that one of them even broke an arm.

Before that, they went underground and planned to peep at the location of the enlightenment scroll of Taikoo Bronze Gate. It took a few hours to enter. After coming out, they were so seriously injured that no one was surprised.

Even the first descendants of several great religion have changed their colors.

"This... Even the three descendants of the Eighth Wilderness Sect were injured. What's down there?

"The enlightenment scroll has not yet been born, and someone has been injured. The next battle between dragons and tigers must be more fierce."

"Boom!"

The sound of thunder is thunder, and the whole earth is trembling. Like the light of water rising to the sky, the sky is colorful and gorgeous.

"What's going on below!" Aomori, the first descendant of Xuantian Religion, asked.

One of the descendants of the Eight Wastes Sect looked solemn and said, "It's a pagoda. There is a heavenly sound. Presumably, the enlightenment scroll of Taigu Copper Gate will be shocked in the pagoda."

"If you can spread the heavenly sound, it should be the same level as the Great Wilderness Twelve Sutras of the Eight Wasteland Religion." On the big purple gourd, the lazy young man yawned and said.

"Maybe it's really a complete heavenly book." On top of a huge sword, the graceful and beautiful woman's way. This woman is known as the little mysterious girl, the evening rain dust. He is also a descendant of a great religion.

A preacher of the Eight Wastes: "However, the seal outside the pagoda is too strong for ordinary people to approach. We will open the pagoda and join hands to open the seal."

Everyone nodded and reached an agreement, but everyone knows that this is only temporary cooperation. As soon as the enlightenment scroll comes out, it will be a war of dragons and tigers.

Xiao Xuannu Mu Yuchen glanced at everyone present, and a strong pressure forced her. Her voice was pleasant, but there was a coldness: "Everyone present, the realm below the sky, retreat three thousand meters."

There was a lot of noise in the crowd. Look at me and I'll look at you.

"I don't want to retreat!" Aomori, the first descendant of Xuantian Sect, also shouted, and two blue scale dragons roared to deter everyone.

Some people with poor cultivation immediately feel pressure. They are not fools and understand the intention of these great teachers. On the surface, I don't want the next battle to affect innocent people, but in fact, I'm afraid that enlightenment will fall into the hands of some people who fish in troubled waters. After all, the plan can't keep up with the changes.

"The battle may affect thousands of meters in time. For those who can't cultivate the realm of condensation, it is better to avoid far away to avoid trouble at that time." The lazy young man on the big purple gourd said, still yawning.

Finally, under the deterrence of several great religious descendants, some people with poor cultivation retreated.

"You take Xiaomu to quit first." Lu Zihan looked at Zhuge Fuliang.

Zhuge Buteng nodded helplessly. He didn't even enter Qingming for the first time, and he didn't have the strength to step into this kind of war. At that moment, he pulled Xiao Mu far away and withdrew thousands of meters in one breath. However, you can still see the situation here.

He saw that Lu Zihan seemed to have said something to Tai, and Tai Tai glanced at Zhuge Fuliang.

Zhuge was alert when he was neutral. The two seemed to be talking about themselves. Although they couldn't hear it, it was probably not a good thing.

"This woman is dangerous." Zhuge Bulao muttered secretly that he wanted to find a way to find out how to convert Zhenyuan into spiritual power from Lu Zihan's mouth, and then left. Before his strength entered Qingming, he must not provoke anyone.

"Boom!"

The brilliant brilliance broke through the sky, accompanied by a thunderous sound. The purple light was dazzling under the ruins. A nine-story pagoda flew out of the ground, surrounded by purple gas, and the phantoms of immortals wrapped around the pagoda, real dragons, divine tigers, Xuanwu, phoenixes, unicorns, Dapeng, and some unknown fairy illusions.

In the purple pagoda, everyone immediately made an uproar. Suddenly, the sound of heaven and earth came to mind, as if they had traveled through the ancient flood and famine, which made people's spirit shake, as if they were enlightened. The sound of the sky surrounds the sky, as if tens of thousands of people are reciting the ancient well, which is magnificent.

"Tianyin! It can send out the heavenly sound! It's really a complete heavenly book!"

Even if they are far apart, everyone can still feel the vastness of Tianyin. Under the sound of heaven, everyone feels that they seem to understand something clearly. Don't say you see it. If you just hear it, you can make people advanced.

Zhuge Bu Liang closed his eyes and let the sound of the sky penetrate his ears. The true elements in his body were boiling, and the seven divine acupuncture points were crystal clear and shining in his body.

"Is the enlightenment paper really a good thing?" Zhuge Buzuo licked his lips and thought.

"Boom!"

The sky and the earth are in a riot, and the violent fluctuations directly smash the surrounding mountains and forests. The battle has begun, and the descendants of the major religion have begun to bombard the pagodas and spy on the enlightenment scrolls inside.

The square kilometers turned into a piece of dust, and the mountains and forests turned into deserts, and the momentum soared to the sky. Even the nearby wild beasts fled. Those practitioners who had avoided far away couldn't help retreating again until they withdrew for thousands of meters again before they dared to stop and watch.

Everyone was bombarding the pagoda, and the pagoda also swept out one after another, and a repairer was wiped clean on the spot.

Aomori, the first descendant of the Xuantian Sect, flew up from the dragon car. A demon king statue appeared behind him, shaking the world with a palm, and the huge demon king statue pressed down the purple pagoda.

The little Xuannu's twilight rain dust rises in the air, like a star fairy, with a sacred temperament and a wave of emptying. The huge sword under his feet flew up and cut to the purple pagoda.

The lazy young man on the big purple gourd is still a lazy posture, lying on the gourd and flying around the purple pagoda. Smoke spewed out of the big gourd from time to time.

"Dong!"

With a vibration, a descendant of the Eight Wasteland Sect shined brightly, and an exquisite fairy pavilion flew out, and the fog was as magnificent as the Heavenly Palace. The huge palace collapsed into the void and pressed it up.

Everyone took action. The Tan platform of the Burning Heavenly Sect flew up on the brush. The brush rotated under its feet and swept the sky. A vivid ink painting floated in the void, on which there were rare beasts. With a little brush, these rare beasts unexpectedly came to life and rushed to the purple pagoda crazily.

"The magic pen Ma Liang..." When Zhuge Bulao in the distance saw this scene, he couldn't help muttering.

Xiao Mu curled his lips and said, "If I don't understand, don't talk nonsense. What Ma Liang is not Ma Liang? That's a fairy treasure of the Burning Heaven Religion, called Xianling Pen."

These great teachers took action with extraordinary means, which made the sky and the earth tremble and Liao Yu collapsed. Zhuge Bliang was even more frightened. This is the master of the Honghuang Fairyland, which is difficult for him to reach at present.

Zhuge's blood is boiling. Entering this world, his eyes are more long-term. Don't be envious, let alone jealous. Zhuge Bliang firmly believes that as long as he is given time, he can also be in the style of Kyushu. On an equal footing with these great descendants.

"Rumble!"

The purple pagoda vibrates and sweeps out a large beam of light, but in the face of the bombardment of major teachers and masters, the light curtain outside the purple pagoda is getting darker and darker.

Suddenly, Zhuge Fuliang felt an abnormality in his body, and he quickly looked inside. Under the seven divine caves, a dark shadow slowly emerged. In the dark shadow, a pair of deep eyes opened and looked in the direction of the purple pagoda.

"It's him. He woke up!" Zhuge Buliang was surprised that the shadow must be the demon soul of the ancient martial arts family.

But after a while, the dark shadow faded, and the deep eyes slowly closed.

"Dong!"

The sound of the sky is void and clearer. The seal outside the purple pagoda has been opened with the joint efforts of everyone. These practitioners who avoided far away sat down directly and felt the creation brought by the sound of heaven.

In the distance, there were several figures flying. These people didn't say anything and threw themselves into the battle. It can be seen that they are also some masters.

A few hours have passed, and the sky has dimmed, but this space is still shining. Finally, with a loud noise, the seal outside the purple pagoda was opened. On the pagoda, there was a crack. Obviously, it was difficult to withstand such a strong attack and was about to break.

"The book of heaven is in it!" Everyone roared, and a descendant of the Eight Wastes Sect took the lead in flying into the pagoda.

Then, Aomori, the first descendant of Xuantian Sect, Xiao Xuannu Mu Yuchen, and the lazy young man on the purple gourd also came to the spirit and directly picked up the gourd and rushed into the pagoda. A big man entered the pagoda, and no one yearned for this complete book of heaven.

Everyone knows that the real battle has just begun, and the next step is the battle for the enlightenment scroll.

Sure enough, a few minutes later, the shouts of killing in the pagoda shocked the sky, and the glory flew out through the cracks in the pagoda from time to time. These people have been fighting together. As soon as the enlightenment scroll comes out, it is doomed to be a bloody storm.

"Twilight rain dust, you despicable woman! Ah!!!" A heartbreaking scream came from the pagoda. The object of bitterness was the evening rain dust known as the little mysterious girl.

"Boom!"

The pagoda shook, and a vague light and shadow flew out of the pagoda.

"The motoshin of a strong man, even his body has been destroyed, leaving only the motoshin!"

But the virtual shadow did not fly far. A jade-like palm poked out of the pagoda, carved jade, like a perfect work of art. The jade palm grabbed the escaped yuan god, and with a scream, the yuan god suddenly dissipated.

"This... This should be the means of evening rain and dust. The practitioners of the Honghuang Fairyland were surprised.