About twenty-five years ago.

Xu Junhu came down from Kunlun Mountain to this mortal world.

Lin Chong let him train for ten years, hoping to accelerate his growth in character, and at the same time he set up the Dharma Eye Heavenly Road to the Dongsheng Shenzhou.

As a result, Xu Junhu grew up to be a playboy.

With the name "Xu Sanbian", he specialized in love poems and became famous in the literary world of the Tang Dynasty.

The Tang Dynasty at that time was still a prosperous era. Xu Junhu smashed his zither on Chang'an Street, and then he composed hundreds of exquisite poems, which conquered the entire Chang'an in one fell swoop and even fulfilled the dreams of many young girls in Runge. Later, at an elegant gathering, he gained literary influence that will be recorded in history for thousands of years. This can be said to be the peak of his life.

This poem "He Chongtian" was written before he left Chang'an.

Among them, his self-proclaimed "prime minister in white" was once a popular topic in Chang'an.

At this moment, the soldiers of the coalition army were looking north to Chang'an, but were blocked by Wang Mang. In order to defeat the enemy, they recited this poem, which was the scene that Xu Junhu was most proud of in his life, and it immediately triggered changes in Wang Mang's body.

A trace of calamity power.

Born in the blink of an eye.

It was just like the protective magic power transformed by Wang Mang's Eight-Day Cicada.

That drop of blood that Lin Chong dripped on his body in the Wanfa Immortal Treasury that day.

It was a trick left by Xu Junhu on the top of Kunlun Mountain when he was in seclusion to cultivate his calamity power.

If Xu Junhu died, the blood nerves contained in this blood would be the last inheritance left by Xu Junhu in the world.

If Xu Junhu has hope of resurrection, then this drop of blood will be the most closely related to him.

At this moment, the blood is regenerated.

Like a stubborn disease, it grew on the Eight-Day Cicada's Immortal Secret, which immediately made Wang Mang suspicious and uncertain. He was busy turning over several layers of cicada shells, interweaving inside and outside, and wearing them down together, in an effort to wipe out this bloody disaster.

However, the Eight-Day Cicada and the Six-Six Killing Life and Death Tribulation Sutra are from the same demon. Moreover, Wang Mang achieved the status of a wandering immortal by parasitizing on the disciples of Wanfa, while those disciples of Wanfa had long been planted with the calamity blood by Xu Junhu. It can be said that Wang Mang and Xu Junhu both attained enlightenment by parasitizing on the secrets of Wanfa.

Therefore, even if Wang Mang could circulate for another eight days to shock the cicada, he could not stop the power of death from parasitizing on his body.

That drop of deadly blood grew bigger and bigger, and in a blink of an eye it dyed the entire cicada shell blood-red.

Then dye it down to the next layer of cicada shells...

"You are so cruel, you are from outside the universe!" Wang Mang knew that something was wrong. If he allowed the power of death to continue spreading, he was afraid that all his immortal powers would be destroyed.

At that time, he will die and the demon will be eliminated, and the one who possesses the power of death will be reborn in his body.

He actually used the method of parasitism to ambush a demon lord. This alien is too vicious!

Squeak~

A cicada screamed.

The whole earth was shaking with such loud shouts.

It also caused the death of half of the thousands of giant cicadas in the fields a hundred miles outside Chang'an City.

It also made the allied camp outside the Baili Chan formation feel frightened and doubtful, no matter whether it was the monks or ordinary soldiers. The monks could still hold on, but the ordinary soldiers were like crazy, waving their swords around, and blood splattered on the spot, like a Shura slaughterhouse.

…

The eighth-day autumn cicada dies after singing once.

This roar must have the power of a true immortal.

With this cry.

Wang Mang cut off four of the nine layers of his cicada shell.

I saw the four layers of cicada shells shed and transformed into a blood-colored whirlwind. The wind blew rapidly, causing the heavenly secrets to descend to the world. I saw the heavenly secrets of all laws falling down heavily, revealing a flesh-and-blood human figure in it, and then covered with skin and painted bones, as if drawn out of thin air, creating a real person.

But he is a handsome young man with an elegant demeanor, like an immortal.

The young man opened his eyes, and saw that one eye was black and the other was red. The black one represented death, which was the death meridian, while the red one represented life, which was the blood meridian.

Behind it, endless blood light spread out, awakening all the giant cicadas that had just been killed by the autumn cicadas' chirping. Those giant cicadas shed their shells again and turned into butterflies.

"I'll find a place to sleep in the building, and turn myself into a butterfly to fly into the sky..." Xu Junhu looked at the butterflies in the sky, and then looked at Wang Mang opposite him, "You, the native demon, almost made me sleep forever. If I don't kill you today, how can I be worthy of those confidantes who are looking forward to giving birth to my children!"

“Ahem…” Wang Mang’s face turned pale as half of his immortal power was cut off. He said with hatred, “You from outer space, if you don’t return your cultivation to me, I will never give up on you today!”

"Wrong, wrong, wrong. I am not an alien, but the protagonist of this world!" Xu Junhu laughed. He always regarded himself as the protagonist. Without any nonsense, he leaped up and merged into Qingming. He wanted to use the tangible and intangible sword of the Mahayana Immortal Sect to give the guy opposite him a hard time.

But he had just woken up and had no idea how the immortal power worked, when he saw a huge sword suddenly form out of thin air, pointing straight to the sky, like a towering peak, pressing towards Wang Mang again.

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"Oh my god, this magical power is so powerful!" Xu Junhu exclaimed while waving his giant sword.

boom!

Xu Junhu holds up the sky with one sword.

Outside Hangu Pass, as if in response, Lin Haoheng also used a 48,000-foot sword technique. The giant sword crossed the sky and pressed down towards Biluo Fuli, causing Biluo Fuli to fall down step by step as if he was about to fall into Hangu Pass.

"Haha, good boy, you have grown up!" Lin Haoheng realized that Xu Junhu's sword intention was overwhelming, so he made this move in order to communicate with him.

Back then, it was Lin Haoheng who carried the infant Xu Junhu back to Kunlun Mountain from Wanfa Mountains, which was definitely a life-saving favor.

"Uncle Lin! Xiao Xiaohu says hello to you!" Xu Junhu received the message, and with a long laugh, he pressed the giant sword that looked out of place on Wang Mang opposite him.

However, unlike Lin Haoheng who could force Biluo Fuli to fall, Xu Junhu's sword, when it hit Wang Mang's body, was like a breeze caressing his face, shattering everything.

The shell of the Eight-Day Shocked Cicada has lost four layers, but its quality has not changed. It still has the power of a true immortal. This sword cannot hurt him.

While Xu Junhu and Wang Mang were fighting.

The Baili Cicada Formation outside Chang'an City also underwent strange changes.

First there was the cry of a cicada, which almost broke everyone's ears and drove thousands of ordinary soldiers crazy.

Then half of the giant cicadas suddenly died.

After a few more breaths, the giant cicada that had died suddenly came back to life, shed its shell, and turned into butterflies, which started fighting with the other half of the giant cicada that was still alive.

This scene after scene happened so fast that it was hard to keep up.

But it was after everyone followed Wei Yingwu's order and started to recite this poem to the Baili Chan Formation that everyone could not help but look at Wei Yingwu with shock and admiration. In fact, they were secretly sighing that it was indeed a true immortal who made the decisions and never missed anything.

A poem actually broke this almost insurmountable and terrifying cicada formation.

"Leader, can we move forward?" someone asked Wei Yingwu.

Wei Yingwu was unsure what was going on. He didn't know what was going on.

But at this moment, the fluttering giant butterflies suddenly drove away the giant cicada and made way for the official road. At the same time, a voice sounded in Wei Yingwu's ears: "Are you the leader of the dynasty chosen by the immortal? You don't look... that great."

Second update~