"Duobao, hand over the things!"
Duobao Tathagata was daydreaming when he suddenly heard the scream of the Styx Patriarch.
He was startled and hurried to leave.
But at this time, the Yuantu and Abi swords had turned into a blood-red sword light that pierced through the sky and earth, and slashed directly towards his head.
The other side.
The demon master Kunpeng revealed his true form that covered the sky and the sun, and suddenly flapped his wings, stirring up endless chaotic gale.
He took the opportunity to use his sharp claws to grab the golden body of Buddha Duobao Tathagata.
When two ruthless men from the ancient times attack at the same time, how terrifying will their power be?
"Hongmeng Purple Qi must belong to me."
Duobao Tathagata had just burned a large amount of his essence in order to seize the treasure. He was weak at the moment and could not withstand such a powerful attack.
boom!
Falling with the attack.
The golden body of Buddha Duobao Tathagata, along with the Buddha kingdom in his palm, was actually beaten to pieces.
Golden Buddha's blood spilled into the sky.
The "Hongmeng Purple Qi" that he had tightly grasped in his hand also flew out and turned into a purple light again, hovering over the chaotic battlefield.
"Hahaha! It's mine now!"
Haotian was quick-eyed and quick-handed. The light of the Haotian Mirror suddenly increased, and he was about to collect the purple air into the mirror.
But at this moment.
A drop of golden Buddha's blood suddenly exploded in mid-air.
The figure of Duobao Tathagata was reborn from a drop of blood and condensed into shape again.
But at this moment, his face was as pale as paper, his breath was extremely weak, and it was obvious that he was seriously injured.
But the madness in his eyes only grew. He roared, "No one can take away this opportunity from me! Kill!"
then,
Duobao once again rushed towards the "Hongmeng Purple Qi" regardless of everything.
Minghe, Kunpeng, Maitreya and others also fought back and fought with Haotian and Tathagata again.
In the sky above, the killing was so fierce that the sky was dark and the earth was pitch black, and the laws were shattered.
But the sacred mountain below had already become a completely different scene.
The powerful men of the Great Qin seemed to turn a blind eye to the so-called opportunity to become a saint.
They were just loyally carrying out Zhao Feng's orders.
Emperor Xuanyuan Huangdi held the Sword of the Holy Way in his hand, and with just one sword, he defeated several remaining quasi-saints and ancient Buddhas in Buddhism, forcing them to retreat step by step and leaving them with no power to fight back.
Zhen Yuanzi stepped on the Book on the Ground, and the shadow of Wanshou Mountain pressed down, turning large groups of Buddhist disciples and the mountains under their feet into dust.
The sacred mountain where Buddha's light once shone upon us has now turned into a sea of blood and corpses.
The powerful men of the Qin Dynasty stood indifferently in this bloody purgatory, quietly watching the top powerful people in the sky who were killing each other for false opportunities.
It was at this time.
Zhao Feng, who had been watching the battle calmly, suddenly raised his head.
He could feel that the rules of this world were changing.
Immediately following.
Something strange happened suddenly!
Without any warning, a vast expanse of purple clouds appeared in the eastern sky.
The purple air was vast and endless.
However, in just a few breaths, it had crossed the sky of 30,000 miles, covering the entire Xiniu Hezhou in a dreamy purple light.
A supreme majesty that surpassed all things emanated from the purple air.
Under this majesty, no matter whether it was the quasi-saints at the peak who were fighting for their lives in the sky, or the Qin Ting warriors who were slaughtering Buddhists below, they all stopped their actions at the same time.
Everyone's heart was filled with a throbbing and awe that came from the depths of their souls.
Zhen Yuanzi looked at the thirty thousand miles of purple air, feeling the familiar and terrifying pressure, his eyes full of shock.
Beside him, Fuxi's eyes flashed with the Bagua diagram. He cried out in shock, "Purple air is coming from the east for 30,000 miles... This... This is a sign of the arrival of a saint!"
As soon as Fuxi said this, everyone present was shocked.
saint!
These two words represent the highest combat power in the prehistoric world, are the embodiment of the way of heaven, and are synonymous with immortality.
All below the saint are ants!
Now, the saint is about to return?
Emperor Xuanyuan Huangdi and Shennong looked at each other and saw solemnity in each other's eyes.
They knew very well that the saint's return meant that this Journey to the West catastrophe would be completely free from the control of the Qin Dynasty.
Not to mention.
They are now in the Buddhist place, doing things to destroy the sect.
If the two Buddhist saints, Jie Yin and Zhunti, saw this scene, they would probably erupt in earth-shaking rage.
It is even possible that they will take action against the Qin Dynasty!
Just as everyone was excited, ripples appeared in the space beside Zhao Feng.
A graceful figure in a water-blue palace dress quietly emerged.
She was surrounded by a faint fairy light, and her temperament was cold and noble. She was the eldest disciple of the Jiejiao, Fairy Yunxiao.
After Yunxiao appeared, she ignored the shocking changes around her and simply walked to Zhao Feng, bowed to him, and said softly, "Husband."
Zhao Feng nodded slightly at Yunxiao.
This was something he had arranged long ago. On the one hand, it made his relationship with Yunxiao clear in advance, and on the other hand, it allowed Yunxiao to come forward at the first opportunity and ask Tongtian Sect Master to stop the Jie Yin Saint!
Then.
Zhao Feng's gaze returned to the vast purple air. Not only was there no fear on his face, but there was a surge of fighting spirit slowly rising.
Zhao Feng's calm voice rang in everyone's ears: "Father's concerns are correct."
"The saints will eventually return, and Buddhism is also the tradition of the saints."
"Today, our Great Qin will destroy their lineage and cut off their foundation. This is a feud that will last forever. The two saints of the West will never let this go."
"In that case..."
Zhao Feng's eyes were filled with murderous intent: "Then I will kill the Saint as well!"
Kill the Saint!
Even the Three Sovereigns and Five Emperors, who had already guessed this, felt their hearts suddenly shrink.
This is Zhao Feng’s real purpose!
At this moment, high in the sky, the six powerful men who were fighting for the "Hongmeng Purple Qi" finally came back to their senses from the shock of the saint's return.
There were different expressions on their faces.
Minghe, Kunpeng and Haotian all looked extremely ugly.
They are independent cultivators and have no saints to support them.
The return of the saint means the re-establishment of order, and the situation of those powerful people who are outside the order will become extremely embarrassing.
The most important thing is that they fought fiercely today to compete for the "Hongmeng Purple Qi", which has already turned the three realms upside down. If they are blamed by the saint, the consequences will be unimaginable.
And the other side.
After a brief moment of astonishment, Maitreya's face revealed an expression of ecstasy. He looked at Minghe and the others and laughed wildly: "Hahaha! My Buddhist Saint Master is about to return to his position! You evil demons, why don't you retreat quickly and kneel down to apologize!"
He seemed to have seen the scene where the two saints Jie Yin and Zhunti came, suppressed everything in the blink of an eye, and restored the glory of Buddhism.
"Shut up!" The Styx Patriarch snorted coldly, a fierce look flashing in his eyes. "Before the Saint arrives, everything is uncertain! Now is the time to seize this treasure and escape from the Chaos. What can the Saint do to me?"
He actually wanted to make one last attempt at the last moment before the saint came!
The words fell.
The sea of blood around him surged again, three times more ferocious than before, and rushed straight towards the "Hongmeng Purple Qi".
Kunpeng and Haotian looked at each other and made up their minds at the same time.
Fortune and wealth are achieved through risk!
The three of them joined forces again and launched a final fierce attack on the purple energy.
Seeing this, Duobao and Maitreya also rushed forward with roars.
The melee between the six powerful men became more and more crazy and brutal under the tremendous pressure of the upcoming arrival of the saint.
However, just as the aftermath of their fight was about to sweep across the entire Lingshan again.
Boom!
A loud noise that seemed to come from eternity came from the sky above.
The entire ancient world trembled violently.
The loud noise seemed like the awakening of an ancient being, and also like the beginning of the reshaping of the order of heaven and earth.
Immediately following.
The boundless purple air that enveloped the entire Xiniu Hezhou began to surge and boil violently.
The laws of heaven that had been shattered by the war began to mend and stabilize rapidly at a speed visible to the naked eye.
The evil spirit of the calamity that permeated the heaven and earth, so thick that it could not be dissolved, quickly melted and dissipated under this supreme majesty, as if it had met its nemesis.
The sky is clear.
The land is at peace.
When the sage returns, heaven and earth will be at peace.
This ancient proverb that has been passed down since ancient times has been perfectly confirmed at this moment.
High in the sky, the six top powers who were still madly fighting for the "Hongmeng Purple Qi" suddenly froze and could no longer move at all.
It’s not that they don’t want to move, but that they dare not move.
A terrifying pressure that cannot be described in words descended from the sky, locking them down.
In the face of this pressure, their cultivation at the peak of the Quasi-Saint level seemed so ridiculous and insignificant.
Everyone's face showed boundless horror and awe.
They knew that the true master of heaven and earth had returned.
The Three Sovereigns and Five Emperors looked extremely solemn.
They activated the imperial energy of humanity to protect themselves, and only then were they able to stand firm under the terrifying pressure.
And in the Xianyang Heavenly Palace.
Ying Zheng, who was sitting on the Nine Dragon Throne, suddenly stood up.
The nine golden dragons of national destiny coiled beneath him all roared uneasily, their huge dragon bodies actually trembling slightly.
There was imperial power in Ying Zheng's eyes.
He snorted coldly, and the luck of the entire human race exploded, thus resisting the pressure that invaded the Heavenly Palace.
In the entire prehistoric world, countless creatures, whether immortal or mortal, regardless of their level of cultivation, at this moment, involuntarily knelt down towards the east where the purple air came from.
It is an absolute suppression from the life level that cannot be resisted.
It was at this moment.
At the end of the 30,000-mile purple air, a figure slowly emerged in the eastern sky.
He was an old man wearing a simple gray Taoist robe, with white hair and beard, and an old-fashioned face. He was leaning on a crutch in his hand and riding a green ox. He was coming towards Xiniu Hezhou at a leisurely pace.
He did not have any earth-shattering visions, nor did he release any powerful aura.
He was just walking like that, but it seemed as if he was stepping on the veins of the great Dao of heaven and earth. With every step he took, the entire prehistoric world would produce a mysterious rhythm.
He seemed to be the Tao, and the Tao seemed to be him.
The head of the Three Pure Ones, the Saint Taiqing!
He is here.
High in the sky, the six quasi-saints who were originally so arrogant could no longer hold on the moment they saw that figure.
Plop!
Lord Haotian was the first to kneel down.
His majestic face as the Emperor of Heaven was now filled with paleness and fear.
Immediately following.
The ancestor of the Styx and the demon master Kunpeng also felt their bodies go limp and they knelt uncontrollably in the void.
Their unruly heads were lowered deeply, not daring to show any disrespect.
Many treasures Tathagata, Dipamkara Buddha and Maitreya, the three supreme Buddhas, were so prostrated that they did not even have the courage to look up.
In front of a true saint, these so-called quasi-saints are no different from ants.
Taishang Laojun rode on a green ox and crossed the endless time and space in one step, appearing above Lingshan.
Boom!
Another loud noise came from the sky above.
In the southern sky, auspicious clouds are everywhere and golden lotuses are everywhere.
Endless immortal sounds and Zen chants resound through the sky.
An almighty majesty, representing the order and interpretation of the heavenly way, descended with a loud bang.
Another saint has returned!
I saw a middle-aged Taoist wearing an apricot-yellow Taoist robe and holding a Three Treasures Jade Ruyi, sitting on a Nine-Dragon Agarwood Chariot, slowly driving out of the void.
His face was dignified, and he was awe-inspiring without even being angry. The divine light of the avenue surrounded him, as if he was the embodiment of the order of heaven, high above, overlooking all living beings.
It is the Jade Pure Yuanshi Tianzun!
Immediately following.
In the northern sky, the void was suddenly torn apart.
There are no auspicious clouds and no golden lotus.
What there is is just endless and extremely sharp sword energy!
The sword energy soared into the sky and swept across the nine heavens, as if it was going to cut the entire ancient world in half.
A domineering and sharp supreme sword intent, full of the intention to seize a glimmer of hope and teach without distinction, enveloped the entire Three Realms.
A figure wearing a green Taoist robe, with an upright figure and a stern face, stepped out from the broken void.
In his hand, he held an ancient long sword. On the sword, four ancient runes of the great Dao, "Kill", "Slaughter", "Trap" and "Destroy", were faintly visible.
The Lord of Shangqing Tongtian!
Feeling the familiar sword intent, Duobao Tathagata subconsciously looked up, and his whole body was as if struck by lightning, and he was completely stunned on the spot.
He looked at the familiar yet unfamiliar figure, his lips trembling, but he couldn't say a word.
Master...
It’s Master!
He subconsciously wanted to kneel down and salute.
But when he thought of his current identity, and the past when he had betrayed his master and become a lackey of Buddhism, his legs felt extremely heavy.
Shame, regret, fear...
All kinds of emotions are intertwined.
"puff!"
Duobao Tathagata spat out another mouthful of golden Buddha blood, and the whole person fell directly from mid-air.
Tongtian Patriarch just glanced at him coldly and paid no more attention.
He had already given up on this traitor.
His gaze passed over everyone and finally fell on Yunxiao.
Those originally cold eyes finally softened when they saw their most proud disciple: "Yunxiao."
Yun Xiao's eyes reddened, and he bowed to Tong Tian Jiaozhu: "Disciple, I pay my respects to Master!"
Tongtian Sect Master nodded slightly.
Then, his gaze fell on Zhao Feng beside Yunxiao, with a hint of scrutiny in his sharp eyes.
Zhao Feng was neither humble nor arrogant. He bowed to the Master Tongtian and said, "Junior Zhao Feng, I am honored to meet the Sage Tongtian."
...(End of this chapter)
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