Chapter 819 Eternal Divine Power
Big disaster! Ever since the master said that to An Zizai, An Zizai looked at his disciples with a scrutinizing look.
He realized that he had paid too little attention to Wu Shi's disciples in the past. Although his master said that it was impossible for all of Wu Shi's disciples to be kind, he did not believe it.
He screened carefully and didn't believe that there would be any fish that slipped through the net and entered Wu Shi.
If a disciple goes astray, he can correct him in time.
His goal is to always follow his master in practicing, but if he can let his master stay in Wu Shi, it will be a better thing for him. He has deep feelings for Wu Shi Taoist temple. After all, he has invested a lot of effort and energy in Wu Shi's current foundation.
In the days that followed, more and more disciples found that An Zizai had become strict, and he even set up many barriers for them to accept disciples, causing the disciples to talk about it privately. They didn't know what had stimulated him.
The news also reached the ears of the second generation disciples. An Zizai would not mention his master's words to his subordinates, but he did not hide it from his teachers.
Upon hearing that a great disaster would appear after Wu Shi, the second generation disciples became serious, because they knew Gu An would not speak nonsense. Gu An's eyes could see the future, which made them pay more attention to their own disciples.
No one wants the disaster to come from his own disciples.
Unbeknownst to the rest of the world, Heaven was caught up in a war.
Li Xuanmiao, wearing a white robe with golden patterns and holding a magic weapon in his hand, flew forward on a cloud. Immortals and gods could be seen from all directions. Following their gaze, there was extreme darkness at the end of the sky, like a huge mouth of an abyss that wanted to swallow up the heaven. An endless stream of demons rushed out of it and fought with the immortals and gods.
The battlefield is vast and boundless, with countless meteorites flying and attacking the battlefield above the sea of clouds. Various Dharma images emerge one after another, and huge magic weapons stir up the situation on the battlefield.
Li Xuanmiao looked from afar and thought of the powerful demon he encountered when he rescued Li Ya. The aura was just as evil.
It seems that during the dispute over the emperor, the Dark Heaven had already begun to invade.
Li Xuanmiao frowned, he could feel an extremely powerful aura in the darkness. He had never felt such an oppressive aura before, it was so powerful that it made him worry about the safety of Heaven.
He hasn't climbed to a high position yet, hasn't changed the hearts of the immortals, so heaven won't fall prematurely, right? Coming from the mortal world, he would not think that the Heaven was eternal, because he had seen too many ruling forces fall. In his opinion, no matter how the immortals and gods whitewashed it, the Heaven was just a more powerful force than the Holy Court.
He took a deep breath, put aside all distractions, and threw himself into the battle ahead.
During the flight, he clearly felt that he had passed through an invisible barrier. The battlefield in front of him suddenly expanded, and deafening roars came from all directions.
boom--
A terrifying giant fist appeared out of nowhere beside him. His pupils constricted and he subconsciously raised his magic weapon to block it, but he was still knocked away.
While flying backwards, he gritted his teeth and looked, and found that black holes appeared on the battlefield, and the giant fist emerged from one of the black holes. After hitting him, it retracted back and the black hole disappeared.
Red lines immediately appeared on his forehead and his momentum surged. He grasped the magic weapon in both hands, twisted his waist, and swung it forward. The gun was surrounded by vast aura, and this smash happened to collide with another giant fist. The terrible energy shook the void, and a falling meteorite a hundred miles away was directly crushed into powder.
Li Xuanmiao threw himself into the battle, but his momentum and fighting situation were inconspicuous in the entire battlefield.
The other side.
Gu An was in the courtyard, eating melon seeds and watching a play. He held a book in his hand and pretended to read.
Shen Zhen came over and said, "You are reading Qing Xia's Travels again. How many times do you want to read it?"
Gu An answered casually, "This is the original fourth volume. I haven't read it for a long time. I have a different feeling after reading it again."
Shen Zhen seemed to be thinking about something, so he didn’t ask any more questions.
She stood beside Gu An and watched for a while, then turned and left, walking out of the courtyard.
In recent years, she no longer sits in front of the refining cauldron, but often goes out for a stroll, and her activities are still within the Wu Shi Dojo.
The refining cauldron also went out, indicating that Gu An would no longer refine new Taoist treasures.
Gu An sat in the courtyard and watched for an hour before he put down the melon seed plate and put Qing Xia's Travels in his arms. He stood up, stepped out of the Wu Shi Daochang, and came to the Qianling Palace deep under the sea.
The deep-sea dragon carp built a dragon palace in the ocean and came back occasionally. The medicine garden here is basically taken care of by his clone.
He began to pick ripe herbs and would do a life projection later.
…
At dusk, above a canyon, there were cliffs at both ends less than ten feet apart. There stood a figure on each side, and one of them was Zhuang Xian from Wushi.
Zhuang Xian was dressed in black and white clothes and a Taoist hat. He had an extraordinary temperament and the sword case on his back gave him a chivalrous air.
He frowned, looked at the purple-clothed man opposite him, and said in a deep voice: "Brother Lin, don't be stubborn anymore. The life of a cultivator is also a life. No matter how many merits you have done for ordinary spirits, it does not mean that you can slaughter cultivators at will."
The purple-clothed man's robe fluttered in the wind, and his hair was messed up. On his handsome and charming face, there was a cynical smile and contempt in his eyes. He smiled and said, "We have known each other for so many years. You have advised me so many times. Why do you have to persuade me again?"
Zhuang Xian drew a sword from his back, pointed it at the man in purple, and said, "I won't let you go this time."
The purple-clothed man shook his head and laughed, "I have heard this countless times. You can't do anything to me, so why bother? There are so many evil demons in the world, why bother to pester me? This time is different from the past. I will leave the Tianling World soon."
"Leave? Where to?" Zhuang Xian asked in a deep voice.
The purple-clothed man showed a yearning look on his face and said, "A place that represents eternity, Brother Zhuang, I actually want to take you there too, but unfortunately you and I have different philosophies, and you are destined to be unable to meet that condition."
"Eternity? Eternity requires you to slaughter nine thousand nine hundred and ninety-nine heavenly immortals?"
Zhuang Xian asked in a stern voice, only to receive a disdainful snort from the man in purple.
"No cultivator is innocent. It's just a matter of who kills the most people. Do you dare to say that you have never killed a human or a monster? Do you really have a clear conscience in this life?"
The man in purple stared at Zhuang Xian and asked in a cold voice, his face distorted.
Zhuang Xian snorted, "I have a clear conscience, but my guilt comes from not killing you evil demons in advance!"
As soon as he finished speaking, a ray of sword light burst out from the sword in Zhuang Xian's hand, shining brightly across the sky and earth, and in the blink of an eye, it was in front of the man in purple.
boom--
The cliff under the feet of the purple-clothed man and the barren mountain behind him shattered directly, raising terrible dust waves that swept towards the sky, without him blinking.
The tip of the sword was less than three centimeters away from his eyes, and his eyes were so cold.
“In that case, Brother Zhuang, today I will let you feel the difference between you and me. This is also the first time I will use my eternal magical power. If you don’t give it your all, you will die!”
The voice of the man in purple rang out, and murderous aura burst out, plunging the entire world into ice-cold.
(End of this chapter)
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