Chapter 691 Sinking into the Cloud

Outside the Kyushu Buddhist prison, a middle-aged man, who is the leader of hundreds of clans, stands high in the sky with his breath rolling. He seems to have the power to destroy heaven and earth in his body, thus affecting the laws of heaven and earth. However, the power of the law has not fallen. In the realm of the middle-aged man fairy, he has already been beyond the shackles of the law, and even the power of the law can't do anything about him.

"Is this the breath of the immortals? Sure enough, it's powerful enough. It can't be compared with half-step immortals. Zhuge Buliang looked at the middle-aged man in the sky and said.

"That's natural. Although there is only one step between a half-step immortal and a fairy, there is a world of difference. I have experienced this at the beginning." The rosefinch fairy nodded and said.

Hearing this, Zhuge Fuliang raised his eyebrows and suddenly said, "Senior Suzaku, I heard that you used to be an immortal?"

The rosefinch fairy danced, gently lifted the green silk in front of his forehead, and smiled, "Well, but not long after I stepped into the fairy road, I was killed by the chaotic puppet."

"Chaos puppet?"

"Hmm." Zhuque Xianjun explained, "Chaos has the power to control everything. Anyone who is killed by chaos will become a puppet of chaos. These puppets have lost their memories of life, but they have the strength of life. In those years, Chaos had a total of twelve immortal puppets. Now Chaos has been suppressed, but its puppet has not disappeared. Over the years, the predecessors of the battlefield have to guard the seal of suppressing chaos and fighting with the puppet of chaos on the other.

Hearing what Zhuque Xianjun said, Zhuge Fuliang couldn't help sweating coldly: "The puppet of the immortal realm is equivalent to fighting with immortals. This chaos... It's really not ordinary..."

"The seal is lifted!!"

At this time, the middle-aged man in the sky suddenly shouted loudly, suddenly popped out his hands, tore the sky, and opened a way over the Buddha prison. Then beams of light flew out of the middle-aged man's eyebrows and gathered into a long rainbow to shoot into the Buddha's prison.

"Rumble!"

The whole Buddha prison began to tremble violently, and a golden light curtain appeared over the Buddha prison, covering the whole Buddha prison.

"This is the seal left by the Immortal Emperor." Zhuge Buhliang said with his chin.

At this moment, the middle-aged man flew over the golden light, raised his hand to depict hundreds of mysterious runes in the void, and then each rune turned into a streamer and printed in the golden light. The golden light buzzed violently. Before long, cracks appeared on the golden light and quickly spread out.

"Break!"

The middle-aged man raised his hand and pointed. In a loud noise, the golden light over the Buddha's prison burst, withered like broken glass, and finally turned into starlight spots all over the sky and dissipated.

"The seal has been unsealed."

Zhuge is not bright, Wumo and Zhuque Xianjun flew up and stood next to the middle-aged man.

The middle-aged man's eyes were sharp, looking at the land of the Buddha prison. In each area, there will be a strange treasure guarding, in order to suppress the strong men of all races in the Buddha prison.

"Break!"

The middle-aged man raised his hand and pointed, and fairy lights flew out one after another, smashing a golden clock in the distance. Middle-aged men took action one after another, suppressing the strange treasures over the Buddha prison one after another. However, there are three kinds of strange treasures that are not broken, a golden sword, a bronze mirror and a golden shining jacket.

Three strange treasures flew through the air and were taken over by a middle-aged man.

"Senior, can you give me this jacket?" Zhuge Bliang stared at the jacket in the middle-aged man's hand and looked at the middle-aged man.

"This is the treasure left by Buddhism in those years. What do you want it to do?" The middle-aged man glanced at Zhuge Fuliang and said.

"I want to be a monk."

Middle-aged man: "...."

"Ha ha, I'm kidding. I have a friend of Buddhism. I believe that this treasure of Buddhism can shine in his hands." Zhuge Biaoliang smiled awkwardly.

The middle-aged man frowned and seemed to be reluctant to send this Buddha's treasure. He hesitated again and again. Finally, he nodded and said, "Well, I don't know how to urge the Buddha's treasure. Just give it to your friend of Buddhism. I hope it can play its due role in the future war."

"Thank you, senior." Zhuge Fuliang quickly came forward and took this golden jacket in his hand, and gratefully hugged the middle-aged man: "Oh~~My baby jacket~~~"

The middle-aged man no longer paid attention to Zhuge Fuliang. He looked down at the land and suddenly shouted, "Hundred clans, come and see me!"

A roar, the sound spread thousands of miles, echoing in the Buddha's prison.

The next moment, there were dozens of roars in the Buddha's prison. In the north, the magic spirit was stirred. An old man in rags came to control the demon cloud. By his side, there were more than a dozen fierce demons and blood-red black wolves with red eyes. Each batch of black wolves was like a hill.

"Leader, it's really you! Xiaotian, the head of the demon wolf clan, has met the leader!" The old man in tattered clothes bowed down, and more than a dozen black wolves behind him also crawled down.

At this time, a big mountain in the distance collapsed, and a sword light flew straight to the front and back of the middle-aged man. The sword light dissipated, revealing a man with white hair and a one-horn on his head. Behind the man, there are twelve shining flying swords.

"The snow patriarch asked Tianqing that he had met the leader." The white-haired man also bowed slightly.

"Snow clan!" Zhuge Buliang couldn't help but move in his heart. Is it the snow clan in the Honghuang Fairyland? The snow clan also belonged to one of the hundred clans 20,000 years ago. Could the silver-haired man in front of him be the ancestor of the snow clan? This is amazing. When I was in the Honghuang Fairyland, I had been unable to get along with the snow clan. Now that their ancestors are out of the customs, don't talk about yourself, or you will have to fight again.

In the distance, there was another big mountain collapse. A pair of golden boys and jade girls flew in, like happy dolls, and the pink little face looked naive.

In the next time, there were more than 30 strong people flying out of the Buddha prison one after another. Zhuge Buliang glanced at them. Among these people, there were five half-step immortals alone, and the strength of the rest should not be underestimated.

"Rumble!"

A land collapsed in the Buddha's prison, and two blood coffins flew out, one big and one small. On the blood coffin stood a middle-aged man with blood hair and a cute girl.

"The patriarch of Shura has met the leader." The bloody middle-aged man bowed and said.

"Ah~~Little star, Dad, look, it's a little star~~~" The girl on the blood coffin is the blood child who hasn't seen each other for hundreds of years. At this moment, when she saw Zhuge behind the middle-aged man, Xue'er immediately clapped her little hand and shouted.

"Hehe, Xue Er, I haven't seen you for hundreds of years. It seems that I haven't grown yet." Zhuge Buleang smiled and walked over and rubbed his little head. In front of his father, Zhuge Buleang did not dare to do too much.

The blood spit out her pink little tongue, pouted her little mouth and said, "Xiao Xingxing is too much. She hasn't come to accompany me for so long."

"Blood, don't mess around! I have met the leader." The patriarch of Shura shouted in a low voice and pulled his little daughter.

"Hee hee, uncle, leader." The blood shouted sweetly.

Rao, the white leader, was as indifferent as ice, and was also melted by this sweet smile. He smiled and immediately said honestly, "Guys, now that the 20,000-year deadline has come, the Honghuang Fairyland has been greatly changed. I hope to gather the strength of all the hundreds of ethnic groups to jointly defend the Honghuang Fairyland. Soon, I think the Immortal Emperor will definitely return. At that time, it will be the end of everything.

"Immortal Emperor! Well, why should we assist him!" At this time, the head of the magic wolf clan shouted in a low voice with dissatisfaction.

"Yes! The Immortal Emperor did this to us in those years, and we didn't need to assist him! We will do our best to defend the Honghuang Fairyland, but the Immortal Emperor is the enemy of our hundreds of clans, which can't be changed!" The ancestors of the snow clan also hummed coldly.

The leaders of the hundred clans took a deep breath, glanced at the crowd, with a little majesty, and whispered, "Although I don't like the Immortal Emperor, this is related to the survival of the whole Honghuang Fairyland. Moreover, if the Immortal Emperor really wanted to poison the hundred clans, why did he just seal you, but didn't eradicate it?

"This..."

The patriarchs of all hundred clans couldn't help pondering.

The middle-aged man said, "It's been 20,000 years. Haven't you figured it out yet? 20,000 years ago, the Honghuang Fairyland suffered a great change. Although the Immortal Emperor led the immortals to temporarily resolve the disaster, as long as our hundreds of clans exist, they will definitely lead to the disaster of killing. I once had an appointment with the Immortal Emperor to seal the practitioners of the hundred races for 20,000 years, and then I escaped a disaster.

"What! This... The Immortal Emperor suppressed us. In fact, he was protecting the practitioners of our hundred races? Some of the hundreds of patriarchs are obviously unbelievable.

The middle-aged man nodded and said, "This is the agreement I made with the Immortal Emperor, because I was not sure to get rid of the big trouble in those years, so I could only take the first strategy. Now that the time is ripe, I will lead everyone to visit the wilderness again and defend this land together.

"Lead, if all this is true, we are willing to follow the leader and fight together!" The patriarch of the Shura clan pondered for a moment, and the first one made a statement.

"Good! Since the leaders say so, this must be true. We are willing to go back to the Honghuang Fairyland with the leader!"

The patriarchs became perverted one after another. The middle-aged man nodded and shouted, "Okay! We will definitely revive the prestige of the hundred races. I hope you all know that this trip is not to assist the Immortal Emperor, but to defend the Honghuang Fairyland with our own strength!"

"Yes!!" The practitioners of the hundred races responded in a low voice, and their voices rolled like a long thunder.

Zhugebuliang frowned and said, "Senior, since you are going to release all the practitioners of hundreds of clans, then the 18th floor of hell..."

"Well, I know, I'll go to the 18th floor of hell in person!" The middle-aged man nodded.

.........

A group of dozens of people flew over this Kyushu land. Wherever they passed, the practitioners of Kyushu were panicked. They could feel this powerful oppression from afar, which was simply breathless. Even if it was the highest power of the world, they shrank their heads and did not dare to come out at this time.

Under the leadership of middle-aged men, all the practitioners of the hundred races flew to the Kunlun fairyland in Kyushu.

There is the only entrance to the eighteenth floor of hell.

"Blood, what's your name, the leader of the Hundred Clans?" Zhuge Buchang came to Xue'er and asked in a low voice.

Xueer raised her delicate chin and said proudly, "The leader's name is Chen Guiyun. He is a big shot of our hundred clans~~ I heard from my father that the hundred clans were in chaos in those years, and there was no infighting. It was the appearance of Lord Chen Guiyun that made the hundred clans unified."

When Zhuge was not clear, he couldn't help but look respectfully at the leader of the hundred ethnic groups. He could have such a means to unify the powerful hundred ethnic groups. This person is worthy of being a talent.