Chapter 472: Tianzun preaches, ten thousand years
The Daluo Golden Fairyland is perfect, so powerful!
The foundation of the Chan sect is very deep, but it has not been revealed before. How can we endure it?
Han Jue looked at Heiyuji and the others and asked, "Have you been arrested?"
Han Jue, shining with divine light, looked like the descending god of creation, and his image was full of visual shock.
The Black Prison Chicken said indignantly: "Master, someone has captured us for no reason and wants to make us slaves!"
Jiang Yi and others couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief when they saw Han Jue appear.
Now, in their hearts, Han Jue is already a saint-like existence. As long as he appears, the danger can be resolved.
"Hmm? A first-level Immortal Emperor? No, the magic weapon you have is not simple!"
A voice followed and it was the voice of Tatiange.
Han Jue said: "A mere Golden Immortal wants to take my people? Let them go, and I can pretend that this matter never happened."
Tatiange snorted, "You are so arrogant! You better break my magical power first!"
Han Jue raised his hand and extended his right middle finger.
A sword energy suddenly shot out! The sword pointed at the sky and earth and broke through the boundary!
Break the sky with one finger!
The hole of light above was torn apart, and the darkness around the clearing shattered as if paper was being burned by flames.
Han Jue and others followed and landed on a hillside.
They looked up and saw Ta Tiange standing on a white cloud.
This man was wearing a Taoist robe, his eyebrows pointed upward like scimitars, his eyes were narrow and long, and his facial features looked even more sinister.
Tatiange stared at Han Jue intently and asked in a deep voice, "Who are you?"
[Tatiange has hatred towards you, the current hatred level is 5 stars]
5 stars! Close to death!
Great, you're gone!
Han Jue didn't care which sect the other person came from. Saints couldn't enter the fairyland, so what was there to be afraid of? Han Jue smiled and said, "Who am I? I'm afraid you'll be scared to death if I tell you!"
Tatiange frowned and asked, "Say..."
The image of the Tiangang Demon God suddenly condensed above Han Jue's head. Before the image took shape, it punched towards the sky.
The terrifying force caused the sky to twist violently, as if it would collapse at any time.
Tatiange had no time to react and was crushed to pieces by the fist of Tiangang Demon God, his body and soul being destroyed.
The Tiangang Demon God then dissipated at such a fast speed that Jiang Yi and others had no time to react.
In their eyes, a strong wind suddenly blew up, and the song "Ta Tian Ge" disappeared.
Jiang Yi was frightened, remembering the scene when he challenged Han Jue in the mock trial.
Han Jue stopped and checked his interpersonal relationships, and found that Tatiange's portrait was still there. It seems that this guy has a way to save his life, and it is estimated that his soul is left in the Chan Sect.
Han Jue turned around and looked at Jiang Yi and the others, and said, "Go back as soon as possible. The man just now has a complicated background. He is not completely dead. He will take revenge on you in the future. If there is a next time, I will definitely not save you."
Han Jue turned around and stepped into the black vortex, which shrank and disappeared.
Only then did everyone come to their senses.
The Black Prison Chicken shouted quickly: "Go back quickly!"
Jiang Yi nodded. He was no longer the frivolous genius he used to be, and he knew the importance of staying alive.
The emergence of Treading Heaven Song foreshadows the beginning of the activities of the Qiyun Sect and its layout of the fairy world.
Inside the Taoist temple.
Han Jue did not receive any hatred prompts from other powerful people of the Chan sect.
Don't take it lightly.
If the entire Chan sect is determined to deal with him because of this, then he can only destroy the Chan sect.
As long as he stays in the dojo, Han Jue is not afraid of the Chan sect.
Without the help of a saint, even if the Chan sect and the Xian sect attack together, they will not be able to break through the defense of the Taoist temple.
Han Jue began to practice.
One year later.
He still hadn't received any hint of hatred from the powerful Chan sect, so it seemed that Tatiange hadn't made the matter public.
The saint of the Chan sect did not care about this matter either.
Han Jue completely relaxed and concentrated on practicing.
Time flies.
Eighty-six years have passed.
Jiang Yi and others all came back, without missing a single person, and all became Immortal Emperors.
Their return attracted other disciples to come and ask curious questions.
They did not hide the fact that they were rescued by Han Jue, especially the Black Prison Chicken, who boasted about it to the point that Han Jue clearly killed Ta Tian Ge in seconds, and he exaggerated it to the point that he blew up the entire world with one punch, and the end of the world followed.
Han Jue was very satisfied with their attitude. They came back as soon as they said they would, which showed that they had cultivated their Tao heart and knew the importance of avoiding danger.
A few months later.
A voice resounded throughout the heaven and earth.
"I am the Saint of the Chan Sect, Nanji Tianzun. In a hundred years, I will preach in the Nanji Palace outside the thirty-third layer of the sky, and all living beings can come and listen!"
Han Jue couldn't help but think of the previous sermons of Patriarch Xitian. It must be said that the preaching of the saints is still very attractive.
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But Han will never go there again.
He has the Great Dao of the Ultimate Source and does not need to listen to the Holy Dao anymore.
If you go, you might be killed by the saint.
As for sending an avatar, the Emperor of Heaven had said before that it would be a great disrespect to the saint and it would be better not to go.
The people from the Hidden Gate also began to discuss this matter. Without Han Jue's consent, they did not dare to go.
The catastrophe had just ended not long ago, but the saint's terrifying power was still there.
It is because of the great war between saints that all living things are annihilated.
In this situation, who would dare to go? In this way, the Hidden Sect ignored the preaching of Nanji Tianzun and continued to practice.
…
In the fairyland, overseas, on an island.
Huang Zuntian stood on the edge of the cliff, looking towards the end of the horizon, lost in thought.
A Jiejiao disciple appeared behind him, knelt down, and asked, "Master, the Chanjiao saint is giving a sermon. Should we, the Jiejiao disciples, go?"
Huang Zuntian retracted his gaze and said nonchalantly: "If you want to go, go."
The Jiejiao disciple said: "The relationship between Jiejiao and Chanjiao..."
"This is not your concern."
Huang Zuntian interrupted, his tone quite dissatisfied.
The disciples of Jiejiao were secretly wondering, has the master gone astray today?
Huang Zuntian seemed to realize that his attitude was wrong, his expression softened, and he asked, "Have you found the whereabouts of Scarlet Cloud Realm?"
The Jiejiao disciple replied, "Almost all the creatures in the mortal world have been slaughtered. Without any living creatures left, the Heavenly Dao has been restarted, and it is impossible to tell which mortal world the Scarlet Cloud Realm is."
Huang Zuntian frowned.
He didn't believe that Han Jue died in the calamity.
But he couldn't guess where Han Jue was.
Huang Zuntian now wants to return to Han Jue to practice. He has spent enough time in Jiejiao. Although he is already the deputy leader, he is often forced to do things against his will and cannot practice with peace of mind.
In his opinion, although Jiejiao survived the last catastrophe, it would inevitably fall into catastrophe again and eventually be destroyed.
A bunch of lunatics! People with different ideologies cannot work together! The Jiejiao disciple asked curiously, "Why do you care so much about the mortal world you came from? You are the deputy leader of the Jiejiao. It will not be difficult for you to create another mortal world in the future."
Huang Zuntian looked at him dimly and said, "Disciple, you don't understand. Keep investigating."
"good."
The disciples of Jiejiao left with doubts.
Huang Zuntian sighed and turned back to his palace.
…
In a blink of an eye, more than ten years have passed.
Time passed quickly, and before he knew it, Han Jue also celebrated his 1000th birthday.
To achieve quasi-sainthood within ten thousand years, if word of this speed of cultivation were to spread, even saints would probably drop their jaws in shock.
A prompt popped up in front of Han Jue who was practicing: [It is detected that you are already 10,000 years old, and your life has taken another step forward. You have the following choices]
(End of this chapter)